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Surrounded by dense forests.
Bai Xiaofeng looked at the backward scenery outside the car window and was a little surprised that the Hua family was willing to invite him to meet at the Hua family’s ancestral place.
You should know that for a family, the importance of the ancestral land is not inferior to that of a large force’s secret realm.
Even more important than the secret realm in the sense.
Being invited to the ancestral land of aristocratic family is tantamount to the highest etiquette that this aristocratic family can show.
The car drove for more than two hours.
Finally, Bai Xiaofeng saw a village halfway up the mountain.
It was already past five o’clock in the afternoon, and the village appeared and the forests were looming, and the smoke rose up.
Hua Qingyue said, “Then is Huajia Village ahead.”
“It’s all your Hua family?” Bai Xiaofeng asked.
“It’s just a branch of the Hua family and some people who depend on my Hua family.” Hua Qingyue smiled proudly, “The ancestral land is on the top of the mountain.”
Bai Xiaofeng looked up and saw that the mountain was towering into the clouds, and the top of the mountain was hidden in the clouds and mist, so she couldn’t see clearly.
The Bentley drove into Huajia Village, and did not stop all the way, and drove straight along the road to the top of the mountain.
When I met people along the way, those people stopped what they were in their hands, went to and bowed respectfully, and clasped their fists.
There is always a strong smell of medicine in the air.
Bai Xiaofeng could even clearly see that waves of yin force were flowing in the air.
Soon, I reached the top of the mountain.
A majestic palace stands on the top of the mountain.
Outside the palace is a vast square, paved with white marble, making it look majestic.
In the middle of the square, there were a square of copper tripods, which were simple and unpretentious, with a curling smoke rising and filled with a rich fragrance of medicine.
Just as the Bentley drove into the square.
The palace gate is open.
A vast crowd came out one after another, rushed to the square, and stood in a row.
Immediately, with a bang, everyone knelt on one knee and said respectfully, “Welcome!”
The sound was deafening.
Bai Xiaofeng was shocked by this scene. She is worthy of being the aristocratic family. This full sense of ritual is simply amazing.
Following Hua Qingyue get off the car, Bai Xiaofeng glanced at him, and hundreds of people were kneeling in the square, and at this time, another group of people walked out of the palace.
There are about dozens of people in this group, without exception, all of them are older, the youngest ones are in their forties, and surrounded by peopleIn front of him is an old man.
The old man was wearing a cloth robe, with gray hair tied up, and holding a wooden stick in his hand, as if he was dressed in an ancient costume.
While walking, there is also a dragon walking and a tiger walking, with no sign of old age.
“Qingyue, I have met the head of the family.”
Hua Qingyue clasped her fists at the old man.
The old man smiled kindly and looked at Bai Xiaofeng, his eyes shining brightly, and even tears flashed.
Next second.
Without waiting for Bai Xiaofeng to react.
The old man suddenly knelt on the ground: “Old Hua Changsheng, welcome the benefactor.”
At the same time, the crowd behind Hua Changsheng also knelt down one after another and shouted in unison: “Welcome to welcome the benefactor.”
Bai Xiaofeng was shocked and hurriedly stepped forward to support Hua Changsheng: “Senior, there is no need for this great gift, please get up quickly.”
Hua Changsheng’s body trembled excitedly, and he smiled and said, “What you want, if it weren’t for the benefactor’s urgent needs of my Hua family, I would have no face to face the ancestors of the Hua family after my death.”
Only a few people knew about the complete version of “The Thirteen Needles of Qingnang” not being in the Hua family, so it is difficult for Hua Changsheng to say it directly in front of so many people.
Bai Xiaofeng was speechless. Looking at Hua Changsheng who was trembling with excitement, he hesitated whether to express his status as the “Qingnang Thirteen Needles” at home.
After all, that thing is just an existence used by the unscrupulous master to cushion the corner of the table.
Because it was a thing that was plastering the corner of the table, he didn’t hesitate at the beginning and taught Hua Qingyue directly.
After thinking about it, she decided not to say it out.