After hearing this, Wang Lang hurriedly washed up and glanced inadvertently. He found that the table hanging on the wall was half past six. While Yu Xiaomei was not paying attention, Wang Lang kicked Yu Xiaomei on the butt.

The old butler saw all this in his eyes, shook his head and smiled and said nothing.

Carrying the gifts, I followed the old housekeeper to the backyard, passed a long corridor, and finally arrived at a ancestral hall with many tablets and many portraits a week.

There was an old woman kneeling in front of the incense table. Although she looked quite old, she was quite strong. She held Buddhist beads in her hands and recited Buddhist scriptures lightly. The entire ancestral hall had no gloomy feeling, but there was a little calmness.

The old butler stood quietly at the entrance of the ancestral hall with his hands hanging down, without saying a word. Yu Xiaomei also stood quietly outside the ancestral hall waiting. Wang Lang took out his ears and didn't dare to say anything, but waited quietly.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, the old lady put her hands together, covered her face, leaned over and bowed her hands, and her palms were facing the sky.

After a while, the old lady stood up and looked slightly, "Come in."

Yu Xiaomei pushed Wang Lang, and Wang Lang crossed the high threshold and walked in.

The old lady turned around, wearing a long black suit, her hair tied behind her head, tied into a large ball, wearing a hairpin, with long silver-gray hair, a thin face, and looked very kind, and even had a feeling of being spotless.

"Listen to Xiaomei, you and me have a lot of relationships. How dare you ask which young master you are? Why don't you remember to know the young master?" The old lady said softly, her tone was extremely calm. The old lady's voice was not very nice, but what the old lady said made people feel comfortable.

Wang Lang bowed and gave a strange gift, "Dragon Gate Black Dragon King, please pay tribute to the old lady."

After hearing the words "Dragon Gate Black Dragon King" the old lady suddenly became excited and stepped forward to grab Wang Lang's wrist, "Are you the Dragon Gate Black Dragon King?"

"Wang Lang, the Black Dragon King of Dragon Gate." Wang Lang lowered his head honestly. At this moment, he looked like a good baby, looking at Yu Xiaomei outside the door.

The old lady suppressed her excitement and affection, and personally went over to lit three long incense sticks and handed them to Wang Lang.

Wang Lang took Changxiang, clapped his head, bowed respectfully to burn the incense, picked up a stack of yellow watches from the table, burned a stack of horses, and performed the ceremony of the ceremony in a regular manner.

After completing a series, Wang Lang stood up obediently and stood quietly by the side.

I thought this was over, but who knew that the old lady picked up a few incense sticks from the table, a stack of yellow watches, and a stack of paper money, and handed them to Wang Lang, "Pick it up, come with me."

Wang Lang followed the old lady in a confused look on his face. Yu Xiaomei at the door was also confused. Unexpectedly, Wang Lang and the old Yu family really had a relationship. Judging from the old lady's emotions just now, she had never felt excited before. I don't know what she was going to do now.

After walking for a long time, I arrived at a particularly broken door. The old lady turned her head slightly, "Butler."

The old butler came forward, raised a bunch of keys from his waist with one hand, and found one from the inside and opened the door.

Wang Lang was stunned when he pushed the door.

There was a circle of graves behind the door. Wang Lang looked confused. He didn't know what the old lady was doing. Could it be that she felt that the incense and worshipping tablets in the ancestral hall was not sincere enough and she wanted to come to the grave to take a walk?

"Come with me." The old lady walked in front, and Wang Lang followed behind.

I walked to the end and gathered a total of hundreds of graves, all of which were small earthblocks, and they seemed to be buried at will.

There is a monument in front of all the land buns.

The heroes of Longmen.

"Kneel down." The old lady whispered.

Wang Lang didn't say a word, his heart was so upset that he knelt silently in front of the monument and in front of the tomb of the ancestor of Longmen.

"At that time, the heroes of Longmen drove out the enemy. Unexpectedly, they were betrayed by the dangerous spies, which led to the enemy's pursuit. For several days and nights, the ancestors of the Yu family respected the heroes and gave the heroes of Longmen to food, and rescued the heroes of Longmen to urgently need.

Later, in a decisive battle with the enemy, the heroes of Longmen drove away the enemy at the cost of their entire army. There were 113 corpses in total, and the four deacons on the Longmen were also extremely buried.

Before leaving, the previous Red Dragon King buried all the heroes of his fellow disciples. They did not have a coffin, and all of them were mats. The previous Red Dragon King said that the money was kept, and they were kept to drive away the enemy and the disciples of the Dragon Gate. They could be safe after they were buried in the soil. Why do you need to wear a horse and a corpse back?

The Black Dragon King of Dragon Gate saluted his ancestors!”

The old lady's last voice was loud.

Wang Lang burned incense and bowed to him.

"Wang Lang, the black dragon king of Longmen, kowtow to his ancestors!"

Three bows and nine bows.

"Longmen disciples, who usually serve the people and fight in war, are incomparable to those villains who claim to be upright in the world but betray their compatriots in times of crisis. Longmen disciples are 3,33, and only 33 remain after the war. My Yu family is fortunate to let more than 100 heroes of Longmen sleep here. My Yu family is willing to recite scriptures and chant Buddha for generations, and only pray for the prosperity of Longmen." The old lady looked excited, her voice became louder and louder, and her voice was slightly trembling.

Yu Xiaomei stood not far away, listening in a daze, but inexplicably, her heart was extremely depressed. The old lady's voice was sad, and the sadness in the listeners became more and more.

The old butler lowered his head, recalling the glorious years of the past, looking at the stone tablet, he fell into endless memories. When the group of people died, they were determined and willing. The Red Dragon King looked at the corpses, and the tall man had red eyes to tidy up his clothes for every disciple.

The man dug 113 graves alone, and brought 113 handfuls of soil when he left.

When he left, he said thank you to the old Yu family and asked the buried people to divide the land, but he didn't know that the old Yu family and even the entire Yuzhou City owed them a thank you.

How many lands have they regained? So what if they have divided acre of land for them?

After nearly a hundred years, Longmen disciples actually found this place.

It was not about worshiping the ancestors of the Dragon Sect, but about their ancestors of the Yu family. Who can learn from the Dragon Sect’s disciples?

Wang Lang stood up.

"Butler." The old lady called out.

"Give the Black Dragon King a shovel and ask the Dragon King to repair the tombs for the ancestors of the Dragon Gate."

"No." Wang Lang spoke.

"No need for a shovel." Wang Lang repeated, leaning forward and using his hands to pull out the grass on the grave.

Wang Lang pulled out the 113 graves from morning to noon. Before, Wang Lang stood in front of the tombstone of the 113 people, looked at the tombstone, turned his head to look at the old ladies who had been with him all morning, "Do you have any wine?"

The housekeeper turned his body to get the wine.

Wang Lang took the wine from the butler, poured wine for all the graves, kowtowed again, bowed three times and nine times.

Wang Lang stood up and snapped.

After crushing the wine pot, blood flowed from the palm of his hand. Wang Lang raised his bleeding hand and the blood spilled down.

Wang Lang whispered loudly, "Wang Lang, the black dragon king of Longmen, swears with blood, obeys the teachings of Longmen, and swears to defend his country to the death!"
Chapter completed!