"Jing Zhao, my second uncle has been waiting for you to come back for a long time."
On the pier, more and more people gathered around after hearing the news about Song Mu's return. Song Liangda also arrived at the pier at this moment. Song Mu, who was communicating with Jin Changwu, also saw Song Liangda at this moment. He quickly took two steps forward and said Song Liangda immediately fell to his knees.
"Song Mu, I met my uncle."
Song Mu said in a deep voice, but Song Liangda rushed forward quickly, holding Song Mu with both hands at the moment, and said movedly.
"Absolutely not, Jing Zhao, get up quickly. It'll be fine when you're back. Just be fine when you're back!"
Song Liangda said this, and immediately pulled Song Mu to stand up, with a somewhat eager look on his face.
"Jing Zhao, let's enter the city quickly. Today you are returning to your hometown in fine clothes. You should go to worship your ancestors and tell the news to your ancestors in person."
Lord Jin next to him also immediately stepped forward and said with his hands in hand.
"Yes, Song Zhuangyuan, hurry up and enter the city. The people of Shiyang County have been looking forward to your return for a long time."
As he said this, everyone gathered around Song Mu and headed toward Shiyang County.
Song Mu was also a little surprised by the enthusiasm of the crowd, but at this moment, he held his head high and walked forward with steps.
Indeed, I have never seen what the relocated ancestral hall looks like.
As Song Mu stepped into the city, the people around him were cheering and following him, with full surprise on their faces.
When Song Mumai entered the city, the signature gongs and drums opened the way, causing the whole city to shake for a while, and countless people rushed here to see the champion.
For Song Mu, they now have a deep sense of pride.
Shiyang County is just a little-known middle county. It was once famous because of the Shiyang Song family.
However, after that, there were no talented people in Shiyang County, and its presence gradually disappeared.
Until Song Mu appeared.
The head of the case, Jieyuan, Huiyuan, Zhuangyuan.
No one in Shiyang County has ever received this honor.
Nowadays, when a boat sailing on the Gan River passes by here, everyone will point to this city and say in praise that this city has produced the number one scholar.
Even the archway on the official road is more prominent than anywhere else in Jizhou Prefecture.
The Sanyuanjidi archway is the ultimate glory in the eyes of countless people. Everyone who passes by Shiyang County must look up and admire it.
Even now, as long as you say you are from Shiyang County, you will immediately be respected.
And all this is because of the Song champion in front of him.
This is a familiar hometown person who makes them feel more familiar.
Beside Song Mu, the officials in Shiyang County were also cautious. They all spoke to Song Mu calmly and looked at Song Mu's expression from time to time.
To them, Song Mu had another kind of majesty.
The gap in realm and status, the status of the elders of the two sects is frightening. Taking a closer look, there are only a few people in Shiyang County who have entered the Shi Sect.
The Song Mu in front of him was not a Shangguan, but he was better than a Shangguan.
Song Mu looked at the situation around him, holding his head high and looking far away.
At the end of the road, there is a building with red bricks and gray tiles.
That is the Song Ancestral Hall. Song Mu tried his best to win back the ancestral hall.
Song Mu's heart was racing at the moment, and he unconsciously walked a few steps faster.
When he finally arrived in front of the ancestral hall surrounded by everyone, a wide square appeared in front of Song Mu.
The Song Ancestral Hall at this moment is still as majestic and solemn as what I saw in Yuzhang in the past.
Song Mu also stood there for a while. At this moment, he raised his head and scanned the ancestral hall in front of him carefully, with an expression on his face.
The official stopped right behind Song Mu, and the sound of gongs and drums around him had slowly stopped.
Many people came here and when they saw Song Mu standing there, they stopped and looked ahead hesitantly.
Song Liangda followed Song Mu, watching his nephew standing silently and scanning the ancestral hall in front of him, feeling a little excited at the moment.
After a while, Song Mu took a deep breath and then slowly stepped forward.
When he set foot on the square again, Song Mu suddenly seemed to have infinite power in his heart.
Song Mu came to the door of the ancestral hall step by step. At this moment, the door of the ancestral hall was tightly closed. Two old men immediately stepped forward and slowly opened the heavy door of the ancestral hall for Song Mu.
Song Liangda also quickly stepped forward and spoke softly to Song Mu.
"These are two uncles from the clan, so I hired them to clean the ancestral hall."
Song Mu nodded slightly and looked up again at the towering plaque of the Song Ancestral Hall in front of the door. Song Mu's heart was filled with reverence.
This is a feeling of returning from victory. The opening of the sect at this moment is the greatest affirmation for Song Mu.
As long as Song Mu does not fall, the ancestral hall of the Song family in Shiyang will stand forever!
Lifting his steps across the high threshold in front of him, Song Mu walked into the ancestral hall.
After passing through the courtyard, Song Mu stood in front of a huge table.
On the newly customized table, rows of tablets were neatly arranged, with golden names imprinted on them.
There was red incense swirling in the specially made cauldron behind him. As the green smoke rose, Song Mu raised his eyes and saw that on the walls surrounding the ancestral hall, plaques were neatly arranged.
A pair of portraits are spread out solemnly.
Song Mu saw the plaques of his Jieyuan and Sanyuan titles.
At the same time, I also saw the portrait hanging on the wall in front of me.
In addition to the portraits of his ancestors that he had seen, Song Mu also saw two brand-new portraits.
The painting shows an old man and a middle-aged man. Next to him, Song Liangda has stepped forward, holding a stick of incense in his hand and speaking softly.
"Those are the portraits of your grandfather and your father. They were painted by the best painter in Jizhou Prefecture. It's just that my second uncle can't remember them clearly, so they only vaguely resemble each other."
Song Mu was silent for a while when he saw this situation.
This was the first time he saw the true face of his father, the scholar Song Liangtong, who was once regarded as the Song family's glimmer of hope.
But now, it all falls on myself.
Song Mu took the red incense handed over by his second uncle with both hands. At this moment, he bowed deeply towards the tablet table in front of him and said in a deep voice.
"Song Mu, a descendant of the Song family, thanks our ancestors for their kindness!"
After saying this, Song Mu knelt down and kowtowed heavily.
At the same time, firecrackers sounded outside the door, and bursts of green smoke were burning in the cauldron behind him.
The ancestral hall is majestic, and the Song family has many successors.
After worshiping the ancestors, Song Mu went out with his second uncle. At this moment, he was looking at the rebuilt ancestral hall while raising his hands to the people around him.
"It was amazing when all these things were shipped here. It took half a month just to unload the materials and transport them here."
"This is the private school we built. Many children from the neighborhood are now learning in it, and some children have also entered the county to study and practice from here."
Song Liangda was radiant at the moment and was walking beside Song Mu. At this moment, he was introducing the surroundings to Song Mu like a treasure trove.
Song Mu also walked to the private school and looked at the figures of the children peeking out with a smile on his face. Song Liangda also smiled and said to Song Mu.
"Jing Zhao, our private school is doing well now, but my second uncle always feels that something is missing in front of the door."
"But my second uncle doesn't have much knowledge, so he really can't understand it."
Song Liangda scratched his head and said with a smile. When Song Mu heard this, he understood it now and spoke.
"Second Uncle, you need to encourage yourself to learn a lot, but maybe we can write a warning."
"admonition?"
Song Liangda was stunned for a moment, then looked at Song Mu, but immediately nodded and said.
"Jingzhao, you are right. Our private school must be different, but what must this admonishment be?"
Song Mu smiled, full of interest at the moment. He looked at the eaves of the private school in front of him, suddenly his heart moved, and then he immediately stepped forward.
With writing power surging in his hand, Song Mu used his fingers to form a pen and stroked it on the eaves of the door on both sides.
The people around him looked at him one after another, with a bit of surprise on their faces.
When I got closer, I saw three-thirds of the handwriting on the door eaves, which read.
The edge of a sword comes from sharpening.
Plum blossom from the bitter cold.
When people came to see it, they were all stunned.
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