In front of the gate of Jiang Mansion, the silver-haired old woman was crying while holding the sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy who had recognized his ancestor and returned to his clan.
At this moment, there is no old lady of the Jiang family, nor the crown prince, nor King Xin.
Some scenes are just ordinary old grandmothers meeting their lost grandchildren, which are eye-catching.
But those who are interested suddenly realize that this is the meeting between Mrs. Jiang, who is in charge of the Jiang family, and the last and only direct descendant of the Jiang family, a super family that has been a super family for hundreds of years, and has reached the top of the Great Zhou Pyramid.
That's right! According to the Jiang family's sect rule of establishing direct descendants, Xin Zhuo is the only direct descendant of the Jiang family.
Even though Jiang Yugui is also a direct descendant, he is the direct son of the deceased second grandfather of the Jiang family, not the direct descendant of the eldest son.
In some ways, this scene has changed the Jiang family and even the Great Zhou Dynasty in a subtle way.
The old lady may not have thought clearly for the time being.
Xin Zhuo is even more confused.
It was not until half a stick of incense was passed that an old concubine from the palace behind her came to console her with sighs and sighs: "Old lady, please rest in peace. The prince has returned, but the guests are still here."
Only then did the old lady react. She let go of Xin Zhuo and wiped the corners of her eyes. The sadness of her lost grandson had disappeared from her face, and she turned back into the old lady who came from the Haoying family, had a strong hand, and had been in charge of the Jiang family for more than ten years. With your majesty, you solemnly command:
"The descendants of the Jiang family are not very young, so it is up to the princesses, daughters-in-law, and the second grandson Jiang Yugui to entertain the guests. The ancestral temple has been cleaned and the sacrifices have been completed, and the old woman will lead the eldest grandson of the Jiang family, Jiang Yuqing, to worship and recognize the ancestors! Arrange incense in the ancestral temple and open the altar. !”
"Here!"
Jiang's strict family style immediately started to work like a machine. Princesses, ladies, young ladies and thousands of servants walked like the wind, first inviting guests into the house, then decorating the courtyard, ringing bells and drums, and setting up a banquet!
The door directly in front leads to the depths of the courtyard. A brand new brown embroidered tiger carpet has been laid out. A large group of male stewards and hundreds of male servants hurried forward.
The old lady grabbed Xin Zhuo's hand and said, "My grandson, please go with your grandmother to see your ancestors!"
He couldn't help but pull Xin Zhuo forward without giving him any time to think or say a few polite words.
Stepping into the gate, walking on the brown embroidered tiger carpet, stepping over the fire pots, and walking around dozens of pavilions and courtyards and obscure and solemn buildings...
One old and one young, both have tall and straight postures and solemn expressions.
At this moment, there are no ordinary grandparents anymore, but the prestige and hope of the old lady of the Jiang family and her eldest grandson.
We walked a full three or four miles.
Just when Xin Zhuo was about to be stunned, a majestic and majestic hall with a simple, strange shape appeared in front of him.
The palace door is now wide open!
Hundreds of male servants knelt on either side of the gate.
A white-haired old steward stood in front of the main hall, cautiously cracked his whip seven times, and said in a loud voice:
"The ancestral altar has been opened! Jiang Yuqing, the eldest grandson of the seventeenth generation of the Jiang family, enters the ancestral temple to worship the ancestors and bring about the glory of the Jiang family and the majesty of a hundred generations. Enter!"
The old lady held Xin Zhuo's hand tightly and walked towards the main hall step by step.
Climbing up the eighteen white jade steps, Xin Zhuo subconsciously looked at the door. On the door plaque were two vigorous and strange characters of "Jiang Temple", with half a couplet on each side:
"According to the order of the Holy Lord, sweep across the eight wastelands, swallowing thousands of miles like a ferocious tiger!"
"Practice Xuantian Martial Arts, transcend the ordinary and become a saint, and fight fiercely with the immortal martial arts to open the sun and the moon!"
This couplet is a bit strange. It is not at all like what an ancestral temple should do to educate children and grandchildren, be loyal to the emperor and patriotism, or talk about family rules and brag.
But it gives people a sense of majesty and respect.
Before he could think it through, he was pulled into the ancestral temple again.
Facing the front are layers of curtains embroidered with three-clawed golden dragons, and opposite are a large row of densely packed tablets.
A huge Kowloon incense burner is burning with green smoke.
"Kneel down!"
The old lady looked stern and pointed at the futon in front of the memorial tablet.
Xin Zhuo didn't have the habit of kneeling, but seeing that the old lady's face was too serious, she was afraid that it would be impossible if she didn't kneel down, so she had no choice but to soften her knees and kneel down.
"Follow your grandmother!" The old lady stood aside, "Jiang Yuqing, the eldest grandson of the seventeenth generation of the Jiang family, has been living abroad for fourteen years. Now he recognizes his ancestors and returns to the clan. From now on, he will strictly abide by his ancestors' legacy and become a general, prime minister or a prince. Conquer all directions and protect the peace of Zhou Dynasty!
Cultivate supreme martial arts, fight with immortal martial arts, open up the world, the sun and the moon, seek the power of the ancestors in the past, and never fall into the clouds! "
Xin Zhuo was silent for a moment. He felt that his words were too arrogant and might cost him his life, but he still recounted it honestly.
After the old lady silently listened to the last word that Xin Zhuo said, her face became extremely complicated, and she tremblingly placed three sticks of incense on each tablet.
This is not what a woman in her world should do, but now the Jiang family has withered away, and there is no decent elder around.
After finishing everything, she took a few steps back again, pointed to the top tablet, and said suicidally: "The distant ancestor of the Jiang family, Jiang Taixu, the master of Qingyuan Sword, entered the 22nd realm of Hunyuanxu!"
"..."
Xin Zhuo hesitated for a moment and couldn't help but ask: "What is Qingyuan Sword Master, the twenty-second realm of Hunyuanxu?"
The ninth and eighteenth level of martial arts, and the twenty-second level? Is it really as I guessed, there are immortals in the world?
The old lady shook her head: "Grandma doesn't know, so just kowtow!"
Xin Zhuoxu kowtowed three times.
The old lady pointed to the second tablet:
"Jiang Yiyuan, the ancestor of the Jiang family who founded the Zhou Dynasty, was the only loyal Duke of Wu in the Zhou Dynasty and the first king of Qin. He came from Fulong Mountain with Taizu Taizu and Mr. Zhuge of the Zhou Dynasty. The world called him a king, a division, and a commander. He led 600,000 armored men and swept through twelve states in the world in seven years!
In the land of the eighteen states of the Great Zhou Dynasty, your ancestor conquered twelve states by himself. He passed away at the age of ninety-one and reached the nineteen realms of martial arts in Yin Reality! Admired by the world! The portrait is still hanging in the Eighteen Sages Building of the Founding of the Zhou Dynasty, ranking first! "
This is simply a blast to the point of explosion! No wonder the Jiang family has become so prominent! It’s just...the 19th level of martial arts?
Xin Zhuo kowtowed three times out of patient curiosity.
The old lady then pointed to the next tablet and started talking, and then the next one.
Each one of them had some shocking deeds. They were either prime ministers or princes, but without exception, they were all direct line eldest family members.
Only then did he realize that there were no female ancestors or branch ancestors here!
The old lady kept talking about fourteen people, and when she reached the fifteenth, her eyes suddenly became moist, and she subconsciously walked over to wipe the tablet, with a hint of resentment in her voice:
"Your grandfather Jiang Ce was also your grandmother's husband. He was rebellious all his life but had high ambitions and low abilities. He lost the Jiang family's position as King of Qin. As a result, one hundred and twenty people in the Jiang family were killed. Before his death, he helped the late emperor snatch the original throne. The throne of Prince Chongyu maintained the glory of the Jiang family, but the throne of King Qin was divided into five, enfeoffing your father and your four uncles. This is also the origin of a family of five princes..."
As he spoke, he sighed and pointed to the row of five memorial tablets below: "Your father Jiang Wen, the king of Xiqin County, your cousin Jiang Shi, the king of Sishui County, your cousin Jiang Yun, the king of Beiwei County, and your second uncle Jiang Wang, the king of Nanling County. Qing, your fourth uncle Beihai County King Jiang Buwei!
Let’s talk about your father. When your grandfather died, he was just fifteen years old. He inherited the title of King of the West Qin County and the title of General of the Divine Power Army. He experienced thirty-six battles in his life, destroyed the three kingdoms of the Western Regions, and opened up the world for the Great Zhou Dynasty. Four thousand eight hundred miles away! "
Xin Zhuo thought for a while: "Is there a third uncle? I wonder why these people are gone? Judging from their age, I am afraid they are only forty or fifty years old. Why..."
The old lady's face turned very ugly, as if she didn't want him to ask any more questions.
Xin Zhuo had no choice but to stop and looked at the bottom tablet curiously. There was only a solitary name on it: Jiang Wuxie!
I couldn't help but ask: "Who is this person?"
