() "Every clan leader will stay, and the rest will leave for now."
Wang Shixun adjusted his breath, suppressed the anger and panic in his heart, and said dejectedly.
Under the lobby, a group of people kneeling in darkness all looked at each other and retreated obediently.
After a while, only the twelve clan heads of the Wang family were left standing on one side.
"Everyone, please take a seat."
Wang Shixun stretched out his hand to signal, and then gently massaged his temples with his fingers, looking tired.
Most of the clan leaders are well aware of the crisis that the Wang family is facing now.
Therefore, the expressions on their faces were also very solemn. They sat on the chairs and were silent to each other.
"I, Wang Shixun, thanks to your many years of help, have allowed my Wang family to have a place to live in the Tianji Dynasty. You are also the pillars of my Wang family. I think you all know the situation today as well as I do."
.Right now, our Wang family is facing a catastrophe that is likely to be devastating. The situation is very dangerous. Everyone knows that no eggs are left intact until the nest is overturned. Do you have any advice?"
Wang Shixun lay on the back of the chair and asked in a deep voice.
It's just that it's quiet down there.
"Head of the family, write a letter to Ruogu in Longdu and ask Ruogu to help deal with it. Liu Xia may not have the final say in this court alone."
One of the clan leaders stood up and clasped his fists.
"Of course I will write to Ruogu, but I'm afraid that water from afar can't quench my thirst nearby. I guess I'm not wrong, Liu Xia will definitely take action within three days. Even if Ruogu has the power to reach heaven in Longdu, by then the Wang family
It’s been burned to the ground, so what’s the use?”
Wang Shixun shook his head and said, Wang Ruogu is his son and now serves as the Minister of Household Affairs in Longdu.
"Why don't we ask for help from the Liang family? We and the Liang family are just grasshoppers on a rope. He will never leave us alone."
Another clan leader stood up and said.
"When Liang Dong dies, the Liang family will definitely be furious. But Liu Xia will definitely punish my Wang family for treason. I am worried that the Liang family will give in for the time being. After all, compared with the strength of the imperial court, the aristocratic families in the northwest have no chance of winning.
Not big."
Wang Shixun said worriedly.
"At this point, I think I can only ask the head of the family to ask the old man to come forward. As long as Liu Xia is killed, all problems will be solved. If it doesn't work, we still have the support of the Holy Religion. In these years, we have provided a lot of help to the Holy Religion
.They won’t ignore death?”
Wang Shixun nodded slightly when he heard this.
"Zhineng is right. Once Liu Xia dies, many problems will be solved. However, the cultivation level of Lord Zhetian is almost the same as that of our ancestors. Zhetian didn't even kill Liu Xia. What are our ancestors' chances of winning?
"
Wang Shixun sighed softly and shook his head tiredly.
"Master, at this point, we probably have no choice. Even if we surrender now, with Liu Xia's temper, he will never let us go. Either fight or die. I'm afraid there will be no choice anymore. For now
If we want to protect our Wang family, we may have to drag the Liang family into trouble. Otherwise, it will be difficult for us to fight against the imperial court with the help of our Wang family fort."
"I understand what you all mean. It seems that at this point, our Wang family has no other way to avoid this disaster. After you go back, you must prepare for the worst. Every clan,
We must keep a bloodline and send it to the villa in Longhui Province before the war starts to prevent the genocide. We must make final preparations for a last-ditch battle. I am tired today, everyone, go back first."
Wang Shixun clasped his fists and said.
"I'll take my leave."
The twelve clan leaders each glanced at each other worriedly, clasped their fists in salute, and then exited the hall.
Wang Shixun slowly stood up and walked out of the hall. At this moment, the setting sun was gradually sinking, soaking the huge Wangjia Fort in blood red.
"Come here, prepare your horses! I want to go out."
In a moment, Wang Shixun set off from Wangjiapu in a carriage.
Half an hour later, Wang Shixun arrived at a farm located twenty-five miles away from Wangjiabao.
This place, called Wangjia Village, is where Wangjiapu’s cemetery is located and where Wangjiapu made its fortune.
At that time, the great ancestor of Wangjiabao was born here, and he single-handedly laid the foundation of Wangjiabao for thousands of years.
Every time Wang Shixun comes here, he feels stressed.
Slowly, the carriage stopped at the foot of the magnificent archway.
On one side of the archway, there is a dismounting stone given by the emperor, with the inscription: "Civil officials dismount their sedan chairs, and military generals dismount their horses."
This is a great honor for their royal family.
After getting out of the carriage, Wang Shixun walked towards the archway.
The steps seemed particularly heavy.
The guard beside him wanted to help him, but Wang Shixun stubbornly pushed him away.
"You are waiting here and are not allowed to come in."
After saying that, Wang Shixun entered the archway.
It's still five miles from the archway to the mountain village in the distance.
Looking at the mountain village with smoke curling up in the distance, Wang Shixun's face became more and more awe-inspiring.
Behind the mountain village is a group of your mausoleums as far as the eye can see. Buried there are members of the Wang family from all generations, including many heroes.
If it weren't for them, how would the Wang family's current status be?
However, today's Wang family is in a precarious situation and is in danger.
Looking up at the gloom that enveloped Wangjia Village, Wang Shixun's face looked even more ferocious and terrifying.
"Liu Xia, I will not let you destroy my Wang Family Fort. Even if it means death, I will drag you to death together!"
Thinking of this, Wang Shixun quickened his pace.
A moment later, Wang Shixun entered Wangjia Village.
There are more than a hundred households in Wangjia Village, but with Wang Shixun's identity, no one knew him when he entered the village.
No one saluted him or looked at him.
It was as if Wang Shixun didn't exist at all.
Everyone is busy with their own things, even the old man sitting under the big tree playing chess is indifferent to him.
However, Wang Shixun seemed to have been accustomed to such things for a long time, and there was no trace of displeasure on his face, and there was even a bit of piety on his face.
Even if someone blocks his way, he will stand there quietly and wait for that person to pass.
As the head of the Wang family, it is extremely strange to encounter such a situation.
However, Wang Shixun looked indifferent.
In a moment, Wang Shixun arrived at the back village of Wangjia Village.
On a bluestone road, a stooped old man wearing coarse cloth and patched clothes held a broom in his hand, hunched over, and struggled to clean the dust on the road.
Occasionally, I bent down with difficulty, stretched out my hand to pull up the weeds in the middle of the road, and threw them into the dustpan.
After just a few strokes, the old man was out of breath and completely weak.
With a "pop" sound, Wang Shixun knelt behind the old man.
First he kowtowed three times respectfully. After the salute, he did not get up. He still knelt there with his head lowered and remained silent.
The old man seemed to be deaf and did not hear.
When the sweeper arrived in front of Wang Shixun, he felt that someone was blocking his way, so he turned back and glanced at Wang Shixun with extremely cloudy eyes.
Wang Shixun immediately crawled on the ground as if he was prostrated, and did not dare to get up. The look on his face was extremely pious, as if the person standing in front of him was not a dying old man, but a statue of a god who was worshiping.
"Cough cough cough...!"
The old man suddenly coughed, as if he wanted to cough out his liver.
He was out of breath from coughing and his face was red.
After a long time, the old man stopped coughing, touched his chest with his hand, and gasped for air.
Wang Shixun hurriedly took a fine silk handkerchief from his sleeve, knelt on the ground, stretched out his hands, and handed it to the old man.
The old man didn't answer, but waited for his breath to calm down a little before wiping his dry lips with his sleeve.
Looking up into the distance, his face was covered with dry wrinkles and the vicissitudes of time.
"What are you doing here?"
The old man bent down, pulled up a weed, threw it into the dustpan, and asked with difficulty.
"Ancestor, my Wang family is about to face a disaster. Please help me, ancestor!"
Wang Shixun hurriedly kowtowed and shouted.
"Huh, kid, this is the third time you have come to beg me. I remember that the last head of the family only came once in his life. How did you become the head of this family?"
The old man's face was full of disdain and he asked in a deep voice.
"My disciples and grandsons are incompetent, so I ask my ancestors to punish me. If my old sect master is willing to take action and protect my Wang family from this disaster, my descendants will be willing to come here to live in seclusion and pass on the position of the head of the family to someone who is capable."
Wang Shixun said hurriedly.
"Hmph, come to think of it, you are getting worse and worse. I'm afraid the Wang family today are all just like you. Don't pick someone who is not as good as you. Then can my old man be able to calm down?"
The old man snorted disdainfully, then passed Wang Shixun and sat on a stone ten meters away.
Wang Shixun hurriedly crawled there on his knees and shouted respectfully:
"What my ancestors taught me is that I have really neglected to ask questions in these years."
"It's good to know. Tell me, what happened this time?"
The old man looked unfazed, as if he had become accustomed to everything.
After all, at this age, I have never experienced any storms, and the years are written all over my face.
Wang Shixun told the old man exactly what was going to happen. The more the old man listened, the more solemn his expression became.
After hearing this, the old man frowned and remained silent for a long time.
How dare Wang Shixun make a mistake? He knelt on the ground and trembled without saying a word.
"You bastard, something like this happened, why are you here now?"
The old man immediately stood up and said angrily.
"My disciple knows his crime...!"
At that moment, Wang Shixun was so frightened that he trembled all over and kept kowtowing.
Looking at Wang Shixun's virtue, the old man's eyebrows became even more angry.
"You useless thing, you have to make things so out of control to come here. What have you done?"
The old man was furious.
"Old Ancestor, my disciples and grandsons deserve to die. For the sake of my Wang family's inheritance, I ask Old Ancestor to point out a clear path. Otherwise, if the Wang family is defeated by me, how will I go to meet my ancestors!"
Wang Shixun's eyes turned red, and he knelt on the ground, filled with grief and anger, and tears fell to the ground.
"Bastard, crying is useless! Take this thing and give it to the Liang family. For the rest, it's best to plan for the worst. I will do my best. Now, get out. Get away."
"Disciple knows, disciple will do it right away."
He reached out and took the thing from the old man's hand. When he raised his head, he couldn't help but be startled because the old man had disappeared without a trace.