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Chapter 39: Ancestor Worship

In the courtyard of the Zhang family, a hundred tables of flowing banquets were set up, and a variety of drinks and dishes were served. Everyone was in high spirits and happily discussing the vision that had just been seen in the sky.

Thousands of beauties----

Upright Changhong————

Articles convey the truth————

Hundred Saints in the Sky——————

This is a rare literary event in thousands of years, but it was encountered by ordinary people like them. Why didn't they talk about it and talk about it endlessly?

Zhang Yutang invited his master from his days as a student at Mingyang Academy to follow him to the hall.

The teacher looked at his disciples with a smile on his face, excitement rising from the bottom of his heart.

A wonderful pen produces flowers, and all teachers of saints are their own disciples.

My own name will inevitably be passed down through the ages along with the names of these two disciples.

A double bachelor's degree!

What an honor this is, shocking today and forever!

In the hall, Zhang Yuanwai looked at the teacher with enthusiasm: "Mr. Ouyang, please take a seat."

The teacher at Mingyang Academy, whose surname is Ouyang, is a famous scholar.

Mr. Ouyang looked at Zhang Yuanwai and kept smiling, and said repeatedly: "I don't dare, I don't dare, your master is a teacher of saints and a model for our generation of scholars. Where can I sit in front of him and write for the saint teacher?"

Just bringing water makes me satisfied."

"Sir, what did you say?"

Zhang Yutang on the side smiled faintly: "Once a teacher, always a father. No matter what achievements I will have in the future, you will be my master. Master, please take a seat. Allow me to offer you a cup of tea. Thank you for your support for so long.

The grace of imparting knowledge and solving doubts.”

"Hahaha-----"

Mr. Ouyang gave a long laugh and said cheerfully: "How many great Confucians are unable to find an outstanding disciple? But to have you two disciples in my life as a teacher, even if I die on the spot, I will still be able to smile."

He rolled up his sleeves, sat down on the chair gracefully, took the tea from Zhang Yutang's hand, and took a sip.

A few people were chatting and laughing, and Abao came over outside the door, lowered his head and said:

"Master, madam, someone outside wants to give the young master something."

Zhang Yuanwai sat in the host's seat, and Mrs. Zhang sat aside. Looking at Ah Bao who came in, Zhang Yuanwai said:

"If you have no merit and no reward, how can you accept someone's things for no reason? Just let that person leave and we won't accept it."

"But----"

Abao looked at Zhang Yuanwai with some embarrassment, and Nuonuo said: "The man has put down his things and left alone. When he left, he said that he must let the young master accept this thing. One is to repay the kindness of saving the daughter, and the other is to marry him."

A good thing."

For Zhang Yutang, A Bao dared not be too big or small. For a real member of the family, A Bao was like a mouse seeing a cat, not daring to breathe loudly.

"Won't you catch up and return it to others?"

Zhang Yuanwai's face darkened:

"When others put it down, can you accept it with peace of mind?"

"Master is not like that!"

A Bao looked a little sad:

"The man came and went without a trace, just like a flying god. He put down his things. When I looked up again, there was no trace of him, and only the sound lingered in my ears."

"oh?"

Zhang Yuanwai’s eyes narrowed:

"What is it, bring it here and take a look."

"It's better to take it over, kid."

Zhang Yutang was embarrassed to see the old man in front of outsiders. It would not be a good thing if others heard the old man's shouting.

I'm also worried that the thing I brought here might be harmful to my parents. I have the Great Invisible Destruction Sword Qi to protect me, and I have jade clothes with golden threads, so I'm not afraid.

So, he walked forward, took it from Abao's hand, and waved Abao to retreat.

This is a piece of jade, as big as a palm, with haze growing inside, as if there are rolling clouds and waves. Through the clouds and waves, it seems that there are nine tiny dragons inside, swimming back and forth, with their scales appearing and spraying clouds and mist.

"Dad, it's a jade pendant."

Zhang Yutang didn't sense anything wrong, so he walked over with it:

"It is also a piece of living jade. Wearing it for a long time can make people live longer."

"oh."

Zhang Yuanwai nodded:

"Since it's given to you, just take it. In ancient times, a gentleman would wear jade. Now that you have passed the exam and are a scholar, it's time to wear a good piece of jade. The person who gave this gift is a thoughtful person."

Zhang Yutang smiled and said: "If the prediction is correct, this person should be a gift from the person who was rescued by Qiantang."

Holding the jade in his hand, Zhang Yutang's mind was spinning:

"After a few days, when the house is clean, I will go out and take a look to see if there is Leifeng Pagoda and the Broken Bridge of West Lake in this world, and also to consolidate my realm."

The art of drawing talismans that had been silent at first, as Zhang Yutang wrote the spirit, attracted articles to express the way, and hundreds of saints sang together, thus making his art of drawing talisman one step further, to the point where the two strokes of ghosts and gods were astonishing.

Initial realm.

One stroke shakes the world, two strokes shakes the ghosts and gods!

"It's time to go out for a walk!"

Feeling the lively atmosphere in the yard, Zhang Yutang was in a state of wonder.

Throughout the whole day, the flowing banquets continued, and I don’t know how many banquets were made in the end. It was not until the moon was in the sky and the stars were shining brightly that the crowd gradually dispersed.

Mr. Ouyang was also drunk. With Li Yong's support, he walked home.

After everyone left, Mrs. Zhang led the servants to clear away all the tables, chairs, and dishes.

Zhang Yuanwai stood there quietly, with his hands behind his back, looking at the bright moon:

"Yutang, you ranked first in the exam today. You must pay homage to your ancestors and let your ancestors be happy and happy. Our Zhang family was also a scholarly family at the beginning, but later our family fell into decline, so we had to take care of this family business, so that we can make our ancestors happy."

Our ancestors have been humiliated for too long."

The status of businessmen in the Song Dynasty was not high-class. Even if they had great wealth, they were still lower-class people. Only scholars were the best people.

Everything is of inferior quality, but reading is of high quality.

This world is a world for scholars.

Zhang Yutang could not feel this heaviness, but he still saw the subtle trace of vicissitudes on Zhang Yuanwai's face. At least for Zhang Yuanwai, this matter was a very heavy matter.

"A man's life will not be in vain as long as he does two things well. One is to carry on the family line, and the other is to honor the ancestors. Your father and I have worked hard all our lives, but we have never been as glorious as today."

"But you, at such a young age, have made the whole Qiantang proud of you. This is a great glory and glory, and we must pay tribute to our ancestors."

Zhang Yuanwai turned around, looked at the clean courtyard, walked towards Mrs. Zhang, and discussed it. After a while, the three animals, gold paper, fruit plates, etc. were all ready.

With these, I walked into the Zhang Family Ancestral Hall, where there were wooden plaques with names written on them. They were so densely packed that I don’t know how many there were.

"Kneel down!"

Zhang Yuanwai's face was extremely solemn. After seeing Zhang Yutang kneeling down, he said:

"The unfilial man Zhang Duankun and his unfilial descendants Yutang have come to offer incense to their ancestors. Today in the dog exam, he made a splash and won the first place. He is also the teacher of the saints and honors his ancestors. I am here to inform you."

While he was praying, Zhang Yutang trembled and felt a dark wind blowing. He pressed his hand towards the sword on his waist and then looked around like a torch.

A huge black shadow covered the sky.

PS: Thank you all for your support, thank you for your rewards, and thank you for urging me to update. I will try my best to come up with another chapter after get off work today.


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