The Mu family descendants attending the ancestor worship all sit individually in these black sedan chairs, blindfolded, and then enter the ancestor worship hall in batches.
Due to the large number of people, each ancestor worship usually lasts for about a week, with als and lodging fully provided inside.
But this year, it seems a bit different from previous years.
Traditionally dark at night, the Ancestor Worship Hall is surprisingly lit up at night with a series of red lanterns?!
Not only that, the young "elders" responsible for arranging their als and lodging are all smiling, looking very happy.
One of the Mu family descendants poked Murong’s arm: "Hey! Don’t you feel this year’s ancestor worship is a bit weird?"
"What’s weird?" Murong said nonchalantly, eating fried soybeans from his bowl.
"How is it not weird? Haven’t you seen, they’ve hung so many lanterns outside, never like this before."
"Oh!"
"I’m talking to you, how co you’re not interested at all? Hey! You’re not like your sister, joining the entertainnt industry, becoming a big star, and not wanting to talk to , right?"
"No! There’s nothing much to say, anyway it’s a good thing, you’ll know when you see it yourself."
"No way, I feel like you know sothing?" This Mu family descendant then nudged so of his grown-up buddies, "Co over here, our First Branch’s Young Master Rong seems to know the big secret of this year’s ancestor worship!"
As he called out, several others in the sa room gathered around: "Secret? Young Master Rong, don’t be so uptight, we’re all from the sa kindergarten, share so secrets with us."
"Yeah," another one put his arm on Murong’s shoulder, "It feels better if you confess honestly than for us to use special ans, subjecting you to severe interrogation."
"Why bother talking, don’t use force."
A few big guys were about to pounce on Murong, planning to pry open his mouth even if it ant not sleeping that night.
Murong was startled: "Hey! How can you guys do this? Are we not from the sa family?"
Though he said this, his hands didn’t stop moving. Just kidding, he had been practicing cultivation for several months, not quite a novice anymore. If he couldn’t handle a few ordinary people, even if his master didn’t say anything, the increasingly strict senior master would train him to death.
He shifted his steps, his body swirled several tis, slipping away from the crowd like a slippery water snake.
Soone exclaid: "What the heck?! Murong, how did you do that?!"
"It’s only been a few months since we last t, and you’ve gotten so good? Did you secretly bring so master, or your grandfather finally got tired of you and threw you into the military for so serious training?"
Soone, unconvinced, still wanted to catch Murong.
"Hey! Stop playing, I’m never going to let you catch ." Murong proudly said, and snatched the fried soybeans from the table, eating cockily.
The surrounding Mu family descendants watched, irritated: "Alright, Young Master Rong, you’ve really learned sothing and gotten stronger?"
"I just can’t believe, so many of us can’t handle just you? Anyway, we did go through Martial Arts Class and trained for a few days."
Murong scoffed: "Just those few days? Weren’t you just playing? Who was it who cried and complained, quitting in less than a week?"
"Wasn’t that you?"
"Bullshit! At least I stayed for two weeks."
"Hahaha... just one more day than us huh, you’re over-exaggerating!"
"Anyway, it’s more than you guys, so what? And now, you can’t catch !"
"Damn!"
...
They were all young n in their twenties, unwilling to admit defeat, and a bunch rushed at Murong again.
"You go that way, I’ll be over here..." one of them directed.
After half an hour.
Murong hadn’t even broken a sweat, while the Mu family lads who said they wanted to catch him were all sprawled on the bed, the table: "No way! Too tired! I need to rest! This guy must have taken so Superman Pill, so Divine Pill, like in the novels, he’s undergone so mystical transformation, otherwise, how could he have gotten this good?"
"Yeah, must be like that!"
Murong leaned against the wardrobe door, laughing: "Hehe, you guessed it right, that’s exactly it!"
A bunch of people were speechless: "Even at this ti, you still have the mood to joke with us, it’s too much, no brotherhood at all. Hey! No matter what, we have the sa surna right? Can’t you just reveal a bit about the secret of this year’s ancestor worship, will it kill you?"
"It certainly will! If I dare to talk nonsense first, and people find out, I might as well be trained to death. So, for the sake of my safety and peace, I’ll have to sacrifice your curiosity!"
"You..." Spitting blood.
Of course, it was all in good fun, most of them only t a few tis a year, and through such ans, they were also able to connect emotionally, making the sense of unfamiliarity disappear, seemingly returning to the days of childhood, those tis playing in the old family courtyard (the private school).
On Mu Bai’s side, things were much simpler than with Murong, as an upcoming bride, her roommates were more curious: "Xiao Bai, how did you manage to win over your older cousin?"
"Yeah, Brother Cheng always looks so cold and very serious, quite frightening. I really can’t imagine how he would be when dating."
Mu Bai laughed: "He’s not as exaggerated as you say. My older cousin just doesn’t like to talk much, but he’s really nice to people."
"Yes, you’re his fiancée, of course, you would speak for him, we don’t believe it."
"If he wasn’t nice to , why would I marry him?"
"Hahaha... There’s a saying that a little abuse strengthens the relationship. Maybe you’re just a masochist!"
"If you keep talking nonsense, I’ll seal your mouth!" Mu Bai laughed with a feigned fierce face.
But her threat had no effect, that girl just pressed onto her and started to tickle her.
"Hahahahahahaha... I’m going to counterattack! Hahaha..." Mu Bai shouted.
Unfortunately, as just one person, she was no match for a bunch of her sisters and was "bullied" miserably.
In no ti, her hair was ssy, her clothes half-off, and because she was laughing so hard, tears welled up at the corners of her eyes, her cheeks turned red, appearing quite charming.
A group of sisters quickly took out their phones to take pictures: "Wow! Drooling, look at this little face, Brother Cheng’s benefits are just aweso!"
"Big chest, slender waist, tender skin, tsk tsk tsk... What a treasure Brother Cheng found! He acted so fast!"
"You sound so regretful, are you trying to steal her?"
"Hahaha... I have the impulse. Do you think if I tried to steal the wedding, Brother Cheng would want to kill ?"
"Possibly!"
"Then forget it, I can’t beat him anyway."
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