The pavilions are so tall from a distance, and after entering, they feel even more magnificent. It seems that the height of the rack is at least six meters, and there are thick logs, which bear the load in the hall.

The floor with bright primary color paint and golden lacquered columns have protruding colors, gorgeous and noble, elegant and solemn, and the magnificence that is sandwiched together is very luxurious.[.]

The overall structure of the house is a character called Hui. The center position reveals the sky, but the open-air design and narrow layout make the entire pavilion more open.

In this narrow space, the sky above and the pool water below. I don’t know where the living water was brought from was very clear. It is precisely because of this open-air structure and the large row of candlelight lighting in the room, which made the place that should have been hidden and dark, as bright as daytime.

This time, there are naturally many tables on both sides of the character structure, but it is a counterfeit ancient ritual. There are several single tables, and there are servants who fill wine and cut meat from time to time. Even if the hall is wide, there are only more than 30 heroes who can enter here. With their status and status, they only use the excuse to win over emotions and increase their feelings. After drinking, they are the second most of the time.

Walking here is even more tedious. Almost every time I pass a seat, Mo Hong would stop, hold his fists and greet him. Speaking of which, those who can enter this pavilion are naturally well-known, powerful, and powerful. Moreover, these are also very polite to Mo Hong. Most of them get up and give gifts. Occasionally, a few of them sit still, are also qualified to be old.

Such an old man also smiled and asked a few questions and answers, and then asked Mo Hong to walk forward. He was always old and old, so he naturally knew the purpose of Mo Hong's arrival, and at this time he should be more informed and tactful.

On the innermost, there were several banquets on the higher stairs. There were more than a dozen people sitting on the stage, each with distinctive characteristics, including monks and laymen, men and women. However, the sharpness of these people could not conceal the style of the old man in the middle.

This man had gray hair, a purple gold crown, and inserted it with a jade hairpin. The old man's face was rosy, and the beard on his upper lip was only at the top of the corner of his mouth, but the middle of the lip groove was bare. These two gray beards, like dragon beards, drooped below, and mixed with the large bunch beard on his chin, drooping to his chest. Although this old man was quite old, he had a lion nose, bull eyes, thin lips, big mouth forks, and duck egg face, full of majesty and aura.

"Haha, come on, Xiao Que'er, let me see, you boy, you have given a lot of gifts, but people don't face you, I'm going to get angry with you!" Needless to say, this old man is a piece of the sky in the green forest in the north, and Mr. Fang, who has supported the overlord position for nearly thirty years!

"Give me a greeting to my foster father, and wish my foster father a long life like a green pine and a strong wolf in the wildland." Mo Hong knelt on the ground, kowtowed three times in a row, then got up, bowed and fell to his knees again, three times in a row!

This is the biggest kneeling ceremony, but as an adopted son, such etiquette is a bit heavy, but Mr. Fang looked very natural and just touched his beard so that he could do his best.

Zhang Huchen also treated the same manner, and he didn't feel any grievance in his heart.

The old saying goes, what you sell, what you say!

Like Mo Hong, this is still good. When Zhang Huchen was visiting a coworker's house in the real world, he was just about to have a birthday party for his seniors in his clan. He went to drink together. How could he think that the coworker was actually a Xian ethnic group. The old man there was very particular about ancient etiquette. Before going to drink, he had to kowtow to the old man before he went to drink. After that, he had to attend a banquet. These people sang and danced on the big kang. Zhang Huchen originally planned to have three days of travel time, and they were all on the big kang. He drank and woke up. He didn't recover until he sent the coworker on the train. (Fiction, the Xian ethnic group was hospitable and polite, but he would not be so exaggerated to outsiders.)

"Haha, okay, okay, you are willing to sit next to me, A Lie, add some wine to your righteous brother!" Mr. Fang stroked his beard, squinted his eyes and laughed a few times, very happy.

He could definitely bear this etiquette. When Mo Hong was with him, he took good care of his children than his own son. He treated them equally and was never biased. Sometimes, sometimes Mo Hong would have to be unlucky when he caused trouble. It can be seen that Mr. Fang was doting Mo Hong. If Heiyun Ridge was an important gateway to Green Forest in the North, he would not have been willing to send his children to endure hardships. After many twists and turns, he finally controlled that foundation. It would be considered as a perfect merit and worthy of his dead old friend.

"It's all my family, so there's no need to be polite, I'll take it myself." Mo Hong stopped him, grabbed the spoon, filled the wine bowl, and raised it to Mr. Fang on the seat: "Live for the adoptive father!"

He raised his head and drank a bowl, which made Mr. Fang laugh and was very happy. This was the child he had watched since he was a few years old. Although he only met one or two a year after he grew up, he was a big favor since childhood. Compared with outsiders, the treatment was naturally different.

Mr. Fang twisted his beard and said to Mo Hong who put down the wine bowl: "Come on, let me introduce it to you. This is Liu Fuchang, the young leader of Menghuling. He is good at using a pair of tiger heads and double hooks. He already has seven parts of his ability. You two have fought in my village back then, so you should get closer in the future. You are all older and have your own power. You need more help. Come and drink a bowl of wine and make friends!"

How much memory do the two have about their youth? Even if they can't resolve the grudge, they can't show a little dirty at this time. They both were very generous and had fun and had a few greetings. At least, they couldn't let the birthday boy sit on wax. With such face and caution, the two of them had an extremely tacit understanding.

"Okay, that's right. You are all young and promising, so you can have more contact in the future." Mr. Fang was very interested and pointed to another person and said, "This is the boss of Yanyu Mountain. Piaoyu Jian Xu Meilin. Xiao Que'er doesn't know him yet. However, his father, Xu'er, is a brother from the same village. At this moment, he has walked this road in the rivers and lakes, so he naturally wants me to take care of him. After this banquet, you will meet through my old Fang. In the future, you should help each other. You three are at the same age as Lie'er. If you have more opportunities to communicate in the future, come, Lie'er, and have a bowl of it with your father and a few brothers."

The few people gathered together and shouted: Yin Sheng. Without saying a word, they lit up the wine bowl and sat down again.

"This is Mrs. Gao of Lei Ze, the girl who is the one who is the one who is a good friend of Jinlan. This time she dumped her big business and came to celebrate my old man's birthday. It's so shameful. Come on, you juniors, pick up the wine bowl and toast my sister!" Mr. Fang's kung fu tied these big village leaders together with a few words, saying that he could lead the Northern Green Forest for thirty years and was definitely not achieved by just one kung fu.

When several people saw Mr. Fang say this, they naturally followed the wine and the bowl was so clear.

They were talking about human ethics, but Zhang Huchen was unscrupulous. It was Mo Hong's face that he could follow into the tower. No matter which one he was sitting on the table, they were famous and famous. However, Zhang Huchen didn't understand the rules. When he saw everyone greeting him, he would find a way around and see if there was a seat to sit down. As for the little boss who was following the two of them just now, he could not bring in. Naturally, a farmer greeted him and went out for a drink.

Zhang Huchen looked around and found a man with a blue face sitting by a table. He only had a rich dish on the table. Before he could move, he turned over with shameless face: "Brother, sit there. I am the second head of Heiyunling, named Zhang Huchen. I came to pay my birthday with the boss Mo Hong to open my eyes. I don't know what the brother head is called?"

"Don't you recognize me?" The man's slender eyes swept over, and he felt a strange feeling, as if the standing pupils of snake eyes were cold and cold!

However, his behavior has no effect on Zhang Huchen. If his eyes can kill people, what should he do if he wants a knife! So he was not moved.

"I don't know you, brother, let me introduce myself. Your wine looks different from others. Is there anything else?" Zhang Huchen was also hot and thirsty. When he saw that there was only a bowl on the table and the wine inside was golden in color, he asked curiously.

"Well, this is my homemade wine. If you want, you might as well try it yourself!" The man with a blue-gray face burst into a smile on his face, looking very strange, as if he had seen something very funny.

(I am not good at communicating with others. I am a dull person. Writing such a dialogue is really a headache. Please give me recommendations and collections to smash me! Let me know.)
Chapter completed!