At this moment, on the Sword Mountain, Ximen disciples were still pouring towards Wanjiang Pavilion. The sudden sound of bells and drums reminded them of one thing: the head of the Ximen family, Ximen Chen, had left seclusion.
Zhangsun, Jianqu's group obviously didn't expect that Ximen Chen would come out of seclusion today, otherwise they wouldn't start a fight like fools even if the other party cursed his eight generations of ancestors.
At this moment, on the top of Ma'an Mountain, two groups of people were calm and calm. The focus of everyone's attention was obviously on the perpetrators, Ximen Zhangsun and Ximen Jianqu. Ximen Jianqu was covered in blood, his face was pale, and he looked half-dead.
Jianqu felt a lot more relaxed at this moment. Although he was the one who started the war, he was the one who was most seriously injured at this moment. Even if the head of the family wanted to blame him, he would definitely not be cruel to him. However, the eldest grandson of Ximen,
Now his cleverness has led to his being misled, and he can only blame his bad fate for causing such a big fool.
Thinking of the happy place, Jianqu opened his mouth and smiled unconsciously, but the pain caused by the wound caused him to take a breath and cold sweat dripped from his forehead.
The eldest grandson stood blankly on the high ground, listening to the sound of bells and drums coming from far away. The expression on his face became very wonderful. There was a sense of surprise, then panic, and a trace of worry and confusion. If a person suddenly
The child showed so many expressions, which can only mean that this person is really crazy at the moment.
When the bells and drums struck the fourth time, the group finally showed some signs of activity. The first person to "wake up" was Changsun. He quickly jumped into the crowd and did something to the three thugs in the chaos.
He made a gesture. The three unfamiliar thugs looked at each other and took advantage of the chaos to escape from the top of the mountain.
Seeing the three disappearing figures, Changsun was able to relax a little.
"That's a family call..."
"Everyone, go quickly, we can't keep the old people waiting for a long time."
For a moment, the crowd became noisy, and panic expressions were imprinted on everyone's face. Only the head of the family has the right to make the family's Babel and Jingshi Bell ring at the same time. Ordinary calls within the family,
It is stipulated that only one treasure can be rung. If two treasures are rung at the same time, it can only mean that the clan leader is summoning everyone and there is something important to announce.
In the past, the chance of the bells and drums ringing together was not very great. If it was a peaceful era, it might be rare to ring once in a hundred years. But for some reason, in recent days, the number of bells and drums ringing has become very common. Since four years
This is the third time that Qian Ximenchen has rang the bells and drums since he left seclusion.
Therefore, everyone's panic is understandable.
In fact, everyone guessed right, Ximen Chen did come back. And he just came back after a long journey. Ximen Chen, who had not rested for a moment, did not feel tired from the journey at this moment. He hurriedly arranged things and freshened himself up.
It must be clean and tidy, and after the Xianfeng Daogu was established, he ordered people to ring the bells and drums quickly. The two summons four years ago were for Siyu, and today's summons is still for Siyu.
"How can we all go to Wanjiang Pavilion like this?" A short young man asked loudly, pointing to his face that was beaten into a pig's head.
The young man's words immediately made everyone quiet down again. Indeed, almost everyone in this group of people was now wearing a robe, and their faces were even more blue and purple. After rolling in the soil several times, the Taoist uniforms they wore also changed their colors.
With the corners of his clothes torn by swords and his messy hair, he looked like a group of beggars crossing the street - all showing "flagship".
Looking at the hundreds of looks directed at him, Ximen Zhangsun could only spread his hands with a wry smile, "How about... we... don't go?"
This statement immediately caused dozens of gasps. Since ancient times, I have never heard of anyone in the family who dared not to go after hearing the call of the bells and drums. Unless you are terminally ill and unable to move.
The living dead, otherwise even if they are carried, they have to be carried to see the clan leader.
In the history of the Ximen family, the only person who did not rush to participate in the summons when he heard the sound of bells and drums was Ximen Siyu. Moreover, the patriarch Ximen Chen did not blame him, but instead accepted him as his direct disciple.
No one has ever enjoyed this kind of treatment, but this recognized waste has it.
Even now, Siyu's deeds are still recognized as one of the top ten unsolved mysteries in the family. For four years, no one has seen that trash again. Various speculations are widely circulated in the family, but obviously, no one at this moment
Will be interested in discussing that topic.
Because they know that if they dare not go today, they will definitely die miserably.
But if you go, your death may be even worse!
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"What are you afraid of? They were the ones who started it anyway."
The men and horses on Jianqu's side pointed at Changsun and yelled, and the flames that had just been extinguished were starting to start again.
"Humph, it was you who broke your promise first."
"It was you who took action first."
"You don't keep your word."
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The two teams were at odds with each other, but at this moment the two perpetrators were not in the mood to join in the war of words. They were more worried. If this matter was exposed, the snobbery on both sides would probably turn from covert to overt, although there is always
It was the day when the Dong Chuang Incident happened, but they never expected that it would happen so suddenly. At least Ximen Chen was still alive at this moment, so anything could happen.
The only blame is that God didn't help them, allowing Ximen Chen to leave seclusion at this time and summon the family members.
By the time the bells and drums rang out for the fifth time, the snobbery on both sides was already in full swing.
"Let's go, go to the clan leader and explain everything clearly."
"Just go, it's your grandma's business, I'm afraid you won't make it."
"Okay, if you have the guts, go now!"
"Go, go now."
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The two groups of people shouted at each other and pushed each other towards Jianshan Mountain.
Jianqu simply lay on the stretcher, pretending to be unconscious, and had people carry him down the mountain. Ximen Changsun, who was left behind, smiled bitterly and followed everyone. He just hoped that the coming storm would be smaller.
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Ximen Chen put on a brand new Taoist robe and sat on the purple wooden dragon chair in Wanjiang Pavilion. After four years of dust were washed away, Ximen Chen now looked very much like a master.
In Ares' words, Ximen Chen now has the capital of an old man. Relying on the old and selling the old is Ximen Chen's specialty. Otherwise, he alone would not be able to manage such a large Ximen family in an all-round way. So the best
The way is to establish a good image in front of the disciples. Since image is important, Ximen Chen naturally has to dress himself up and look more like an immortal, the better.
I originally thought that after four years of leaving the family, those immature faces of Zeng Jin would now become more mature. Ximen Chen, who was full of expectation, looked at the disciples who walked into Wanjiang Pavilion one by one with a smile on his face.
After a while, the three elders with surprised faces also rushed to Wanjiang Pavilion. Not many people knew about Ximen Chen's return. It was not until the bells and drums rang that people in the Ximen family vaguely expected something. The three elders also saw it with their own eyes.
After sitting in the first seat, Ximen Chen believed that his old father had really "come out of seclusion".
For half a stick of incense, Ximen Chen tried hard to control the everlasting faint smile on his face, but after half a stick of incense, he could no longer smile, and the muscles on his face began to twitch faintly.
Many Ximen disciples poured into Wanjiang Pavilion, but compared to the spacious Wanjiang Pavilion, the few people standing there still seemed very sparse.
At least half of them haven't come yet.
Ximen Chen felt very unhappy now. Siyu was late four years ago, but this time nearly a hundred people didn't come, and only three of the four major parents came. His little daughter was missing. Everything was going wrong.
It was a provocation to his authority. Thinking about how he would brag about his position in the Ximen family to Ares when he returned, now it seems that everything is a fallacy.
"Hmph." Ximen Chen fiercely slapped off one of the dragon whiskers of the purple wooden dragon chair. Fortunately, he didn't dismantle the chair again this time.
The elder, Ximen Piaofeng, clasped his fists in panic and apologized, and said to his old father: "Back to my father, the children practiced a lot harder today. Maybe the summons were too sudden today, so those children..."
Ximenchen waved his hand to interrupt his son's words. It was obvious that hard work in cultivation could not be used as a reasonable explanation.
Ximen Chen, who couldn't laugh, simply closed his eyes. His spiritual consciousness told him that the group of people were now hoarding in one place. He had to wait for them to arrive. The rules must not be broken. This is the ancestral teaching.
Finally, when the stick of incense was burned to the bottom of the buttocks, the "aggressive" group of juniors finally stepped into Wanjiang Pavilion.
Bai Laihao's footsteps hurriedly sounded, and after everyone squeezed into Wanjiange Pavilion, the smell of mud and blood on their bodies immediately filled the entire Wanjiange Pavilion.
Ximen Chen frowned and opened his eyes, but what he saw were hundreds of injured people with scars and bruises. Only about a dozen of them could barely stand on their own, but they were not much better. Most of them were injured people who were supporting each other, drooping.
The injured arm was still slightly injured, and the severely injured intestines swam out, and the undried blood was still dripping, echoing in the silent Wanjiang Pavilion, which was particularly noticeable.
Seeing all this, Ximen Chen's face changed continuously, and finally turned from iron blue to vermilion: "What's going on?"
The stern scolding caused the two groups of people below to immediately lower their heads. After thinking about it for a long time, the only intact eldest son of Ximen among the crowd, stood up from the crowd, lowered his head, and whispered: