"Bang"

In the Hong family's conference hall, Hong Ju, the eldest elder of the Hong family, slapped the table hard, and the teacup fell to the ground.

"Hong Zhong, you're too much!" The Great Elder called out the second elder's name and glared at the second elder who had taken a sip of tea in anger.

"Great Elder, you are too ruthless. He, Hong Yun, is a member of the Hong family." The second elder put down his teacup, stroked his thick beard, and glanced at the elder and said.

"Hmph," said the Great Elder angrily, "I, the Great Elder, have been useless and can't do anything at all. No one wants to hear what I say, let alone do it as I want."

The second elder smiled and said, "Great Elder, please calm down, maybe the clan leader will come soon."

The elder squinted his eyes and looked at the second elder and said, "It seems that the clan leader's words are important. Does he ignore the position of me, the elder?

"You two are arguing again?"

Just as the two elders were arguing, a loud voice sounded at the door. The sound was so powerful that the house trembled, and countless dust fell from the sky, making the two stunned elders covered in dust.

"Captain, have you come out of seclusion?" The two of them said in surprise at the same time, "Isn't it still a month before they come out of seclusion?"

The patriarch Hong Zheng was wearing a gray robe, about fifty years old. He was standing in the door, and a vague sense of righteousness filled it, making people believe him and support him irresistibly.

"The practice was successful and I got out of seclusion early."

The clan leader moved slowly, and then sat down in the middle when the maid finished cleaning. His sharp eyes glanced at the two elders, and then smiled and said, "When I'm not here, I'll quarrel, how do you elders behave?"

"Class leader," the elder quickly took a step forward and bowed: "The second elder is too much, and he takes me, the elder, seriously, so I started arguing with him."

"Oh?" The patriarch looked at the second elder in surprise. The second elder usually has the most steady work and has never had any disputes with the eldest elder over major events. The quarrels are all about minor matters. Then he turned his eyes to the eldest elder and said, "What the hell is going on?"

"Clan leader, the second elder actually used the dragon rack to bury a waste. You don't think he was too much?" The great elder god Se said solemnly, while looking at the second elder again.

"Second Elder, why don't you discuss with the elder first when doing things? It's a serious crime in the clan if you use that dragon frame privately." The patriarch Hong Zheng let go of the too-flattering elder and stared at the second elder.

"Class leader, it's important, I have to use the dragon rack privately." The second elder glared at the eldest elder with some angrily, and then said to the patriarch, "Hong Yun, the brother of Hongjia Town, has passed away. Last night, someone from Hongjia Town said that Hong Yun would be buried next to the ancestral tomb, and the eldest elder immediately refused."

"I deserve that," the Great Elder interrupted the second elder, "He is a man who has been driven out, and he is not worthy."

The second elder ignored the elder's words and continued: "This morning, Hong Meng and his friends arrived at the city gate. When did the city lord give a death order 'The dead are only allowed to go out but not enter', and they blocked the city gate. Later, I asked people to carry the dragon frame away to send the brother who has no cultivation."

The patriarch pondered for a while before he slowly said: "The Second Elder is indeed wrong. However, all the ancestors in the clan have passed away, and Brother Hong Yun is also a bit worthy. It is barely enough to use those thirty-six people to carry the dragon frame."

"Class leader, you can't break the rules." The elder hurriedly said.

"Since they have used it, use it. Why are you embarrassed to refuse the things they took out?" The patriarch frowned slightly, said with some displeasure, and then stood up, "If anyone wants to go and take a look."

Hearing the last sentence, the second elder's eyes lit up and he immediately followed him out. Before leaving, he turned around and glanced at the elder. In that situation, the elder seemed to be isolated.

On the back of the tall mountain, a freshly dug grave emitted a chill, which made Hong Meng, who was not far away, shudder. Thirty-six men carrying dragon frames, with a log as thick as an arm on their shoulders, each half squatted on the ground. Under the command of a thin old man, they all exerted force and stood up at the same time. In an instant, they raised the huge wooden dragon with beautiful patterns, slowly walked towards the deep grave, walking 108 steps, and happened to stop above the tomb.

"Master--" Hong Meng's mother, who was lying on the coffin, burst into tears and kept shouting.

Hong Meng couldn't help saying goodbye at the last moment, and he also lay on the coffin and started crying.

"Madam, young master, let the master be buried!" Yang Fan, who was standing aside, advised, then waved his right hand, and the four servants stepped forward and pulled Hong Meng and his mother up, and then signaled the thin old man to continue.

"Falling the coffin--" The thin old man in jing shouted a long time, and then directed the thirty-six Chinese characters to squat down slowly and slowly put the coffin into the tomb. Then the two of them stepped forward and untied the rope tied to the wooden dragon, and the thirty-six men carried the wooden dragon away.

Looking at the cold mound of yin, Hong Meng gritted his teeth and erected his father's monument, and then knelt down for a long time, and felt a faint cold in his heart. Is this the end of a mortal? Can a pile of yellow earth and a stone inscription summarize the recognition? Life is bullied, and death is no one cares about it. A person's life is so short, and his life is not accomplished, but life is still gone, not because of whether you are an emperor or a commoner, as long as you are a mortal.

"My brother and sister have suffered over the years, so I'll give it to me."

When Hong Meng was mourning, a loud voice sounded behind her back. Hong Meng turned her head and looked at her, and saw the man in front of her was wearing a gray robe, with a fair face, and his eyes were filled with majestic light. A group of young disciples were behind her, with their hands on her back, and their eyes fixed on her mother.

"Clan leader, why are you here in person? We can't bear it!" Hong Meng's mother told the truth. It was rare for the leader of the clan to see off a person who was driven out of the clan.

"Hong Yun is my cousin, so it's not an exaggeration for me to see him off. What do you think, the Great Elder?" said the patriarch, and his eyes turned to the Great Elder who looked a little ugly.

"That's natural." As he said this, the elder himself felt unnatural.

"Greetings to the patriarch and the two elders." As soon as the elder's words fell, Hong Meng immediately saluted.

"Yeah, I'm fine." The patriarch waved his hand and immediately ordered the young disciples behind him, "You all go and kowtow to your deceased uncle."

The young disciples of the Hong family walked behind, whispering Hong Yun's identity and cultivation, etc. until the clan leader gave the order, and then they walked towards Hong Yun's tomb.

"I won't go!" Just as the young disciples hesitated, a charming girl in gorgeous clothes jumped out, looking at the patriarch directly, and did not blush at all.

"You - be rude!" The patriarch was flashed and stared at the girl with anger, "Lan'er, he is your uncle. In terms of seniority, you have to go no matter what!"

"I won't go! He's just a waste, he doesn't even have any cultivation, and he's not worthy of my respect!" The girl was Hong Zhilan, the daughter of the team leader. She was only eighteen years old and had a very stubborn temper. She often talked back to the patriarch. As soon as she finished speaking, the figures who were about to kneel down slowly stood up.

"Stop it! You dare to be arrogant in front of your aunt. Go and apologize quickly, otherwise you will be fined for three months of confinement!" The patriarch was really angry. Usually, Lan'er's girl was not sad, and she was left alone. But this time, his face was as if he had been stepped on by the yellow mud in front of the disciples of the Hong family, and it was thrown away.

Hong Zhilan pouted her little mouth, and looked very frustrated, and gave a slight salute to Hong Meng's mother.

"Forget it, no need," Hong Meng's mother was also heartbroken, her eyes full of bitterness.

When Hong Meng heard Hong Zhilan's unpleasant words, he was so angry that his eyes seemed to be sparkling with fire. He stared at Lan'er in the mouth of the clan leader fiercely. If he was not the daughter of the clan leader, he would have really fought to the death. But as soon as he got angry, he remembered that he was nothing, blank and had no cultivation at all, and he rushed forward like this, and he was always at the loss.

"What are you looking at?" Hong Zhilan just angered the patriarch, and now she is dissatisfied with Hong Meng's glare, "Look at me again, I will play with your eyes. A mortal, dare to ignore me like this."

"You--" Hong Meng was about to curse, but he couldn't say a word. He looked at the arrogant Lan'er, then looked at the patriarch and couldn't help but sigh.

"Lan'er, when you go back, you will be fined for one month in confinement!" The patriarch could not tolerate his daughter's actions.

Hong Zhilan was about to talk back again, but she looked at the faint cold gaze of the patriarch and never dared to say anything more.

At night, in the Hong family's convention hall, the patriarch and two elders sat in separate positions, with Hong Meng's mother on the right. Some of the Hong family's direct children also stood beside them, dictating the content of their speech.

"I wonder what plans my brother and sister have in the future?" The patriarch Hong Zheng said first.

"What else can I have?" Hong Meng's mother was a little confused and was confused about her future plans. "In the future, I will be in Hongjia Town and will not go out. Riri eats vegetarian food and recites Buddha's name. I hope to pray for a good future for my son."

After hearing this, the patriarch was a little sad, then turned to Hong Meng and said, "What do you think?"

"I want to cultivate immortality, just like you, the patriarch." Hong Meng raised his chest and looked at the patriarch firmly.

"Well? Do you want to plot the position of the patriarch?" The elder who had been silent suddenly asked.

"I didn't mean that." Hong Meng realized that he was saying the wrong thing, "I just wanted to cultivate immortality, and I hope that I could achieve the same achievements as the patriarch in the future, not to plan for the patriarch's position." Hong Meng said, wiping a cold sweat.

The patriarch pondered for a moment and said, "Tomorrow will be the riko who will be the strength test of the young disciples in the clan, so I will officially restore your identity tomorrow."
Chapter completed!