I slay demons and demons with poetry

Chapter 501 Worshiping the Ancestral Hall

"Jing Zhao, Second Uncle has been waiting for you to come back for a long time."

On the pier, more and more people gathered around when they heard the news of Song Mu’s return. Song Liangda also arrived at the pier at the moment. Song Mu, who was communicating with Jin Changwu, also saw Song Liangda at this moment. Watching Song Liangda kneel down directly.

"Song Mu, I met my uncle."

Song Mu said in a deep voice, but Song Liangda rushed forward, supporting Song Mu with both hands, and said emotionally.

"No way, Jingzhao, get up quickly, as long as you are back, as long as you are back!"

After Song Liangda said so, he pulled Song Mu up immediately, with a somewhat eager look on his face.

"Jingzhao, let's enter the city quickly. Today you return to your hometown in fine clothes. You should go to worship your ancestors and personally tell the news to your ancestors."

Mr. Jin next to him also immediately stepped forward and said.

"Yes, Song Zhuangyuan, hurry up and enter the city. The people of Shiyang County have long been looking forward to your return."

Having said that, everyone gathered around Song Mu, and this time they all surrounded Song Mu and headed towards Shiyang County.

Song Mu was also a little surprised by the enthusiasm of the crowd, but at the moment he was still walking forward with his head held high.

I really haven't seen what the relocated ancestral hall looks like.

As Song Mu stepped into the city, the people around were all cheering and following, their faces full of surprise.

And when Song Mumai stepped into the city, the signboard gongs and drums opened the way, causing the whole city to vibrate for a moment, and countless people rushed towards this side, wanting to see the number one scholar.

For Song Mu, they now have a deep pride.

Shiyang County is just a little-known middle county. It used to be famous because of the Song family in Shiyang.

It's just that after that, Shiyang County failed to produce a large number of talents, and gradually lost its sense of existence.

Until Song Mu appeared.

The head of the desk, Jieyuan, Huiyuan, champion.

No one in Shiyang County has ever received such an honor.

Now when Ganshui boats pass by here, they all point to this city, and praise that this city has produced the number one scholar.

Even the archway on the official road is more prominent than any other place in this Jizhou mansion.

The archway of Sanyuan Jidi is the ultimate glory in the eyes of countless people. Everyone who passes by Shiyang County must raise their eyes to look up.

Even now, as long as you say that you are from Shiyang County, you are immediately awe-inspiring.

And all this is because of the Song Zhuangyuan in front of him.

This is a hometown person they are familiar with, which makes them feel very cordial.

As for Song Mu's side, the officials of Shiyang County were also cautious. This time they talked to Song Mu calmly, and even looked at Song Mu's expression from time to time.

From their point of view, Song Mu has another majesty.

The difference in realm, the difference in status, and the identities of the elders of the two sects are frightening. Counting carefully, there are only a few people in Shiyang County who have entered the Shizong.

Song Mu in front of him is not a Shangguan, but he is better than a Shangguan.

Song Mu looked at the situation around him, striding forward with his head held high, looking far away.

At the end of the road, there is a red brick and gray tile building.

That was the Song Clan's Ancestral Hall, which Song Mu tried his best to get back with great difficulty.

Song Mu's heart was surging at the moment, and he unconsciously moved a few steps faster.

Before finally arriving at the ancestral hall surrounded by everyone, a wide square appeared in front of Song Mu at this moment.

The Song Clan's Ancestral Hall at this moment is the same as what I saw in Yuzhang in the past, it is still so majestic and solemn.

Song Mu also stood in place for a while, and now he raised his head and scanned the ancestral hall in front of him carefully, with a fluttering expression on his face.

The official stopped right behind Song Mu, and the sound of gongs and drums around him also stopped slowly.

Quite a few people rushed towards this side. Seeing Song Mu standing in place, they all stopped at this moment and looked ahead with hesitation.

Song Liangda followed Song Mu, watching his nephew standing silently, scanning the ancestral hall in front of him, feeling a little excited at the moment.

After a while, Song Mu took a deep breath, and then slowly stepped forward.

When the footsteps set foot on this square again, Song Mu's heart seemed to have infinite power suddenly.

Song Mu came to the gate of the ancestral hall step by step. At this moment, the gate of the ancestral hall was closed. Immediately, two old men stepped forward and slowly opened the heavy gate of the ancestral hall for Song Mu.

Song Liangda also hurried forward, and whispered to Song Mu at this moment.

"These are two uncles in the clan, so I hired them to clean the ancestral hall."

Song Mu nodded slightly at the moment, and this time he looked up again at the majestic plaque of the Song Clan's Ancestral Hall in front of the door, and Song Mu's heart was also full of reverence.

This is an emotion of returning from victory. The sect that is open at this moment is the greatest affirmation for Song Mu.

As long as Song Mu does not fall, the ancestral hall of the Song family in Shiyang will stand forever!
Stepping over the high threshold in front of him, Song Mu walked into the ancestral hall.

Passing through the courtyard, Song Mu stood still in front of a huge desk.

On the re-customized table case, rows of tablets were neatly arranged at this moment, with golden names branded on them.

There was red incense circling in the specially made cauldron behind him, and as the green smoke rose, Song Mu looked up and saw plaques lined up neatly on the walls around the ancestral hall.

A pair of portraits are laid out solemnly.

Song Mu saw the plaques of Jie Yuan and San Yuan Ji Di.

At the same time, I saw the portrait hanging on the wall in front of me.

In addition to the portraits of the ancestors he had seen, Song Mu also saw two brand new portraits.

One person is old and the other is middle-aged. Song Liangda next to him has already stepped forward, holding a stick of incense in his hand, and said softly.

"That's the portrait of your grandfather and your father. They were drawn by the best painters in Jizhou Prefecture. It's just that the second uncle can't remember clearly. It can only be vague and somewhat similar."

Seeing these situations, Song Mu was also a little silent.

This was the first time I saw the real face of my father, the talented Song Liangtong, who was once regarded as the hope of the Song family.

But now, it all fell on him.

Song Mu took the red incense from his second uncle with both hands, bowed deeply towards the tablet table in front of him, and said in a deep voice.

"Song Mu, a descendant of the Song family, thank our ancestors for their kindness!"

After saying this, Song Mu knelt down and kowtowed heavily.

At the same time, the sound of firecrackers had already sounded outside the door, and bursts of green smoke were also burning in the cauldron behind him.

The ancestral hall is majestic, the Song family has successors.

After worshiping the ancestors, Song Mu went out with his second uncle. At this moment, he bowed his hands to the surrounding people while looking at the rebuilt ancestral hall.

"It was amazing when all these things were shipped. It took half a month just to unload the materials and transport them here."

"This is the private school we built. Many children from the neighborhood are learning in it now, and some children enter the county from here to learn and practice."

Song Liangda's face was radiant at the moment, and he was walking beside Song Mu, introducing the surroundings to Song Mu like a treasure.

Song Mu also walked to the private school at the moment, looking at the figures of children protruding from it, with smiles on his face, Song Liangda also smiled and said to Song Mu.

"Jing Zhao, our private school is doing well now, but the second uncle always feels that there seems to be something missing in front of this door."

"But the second uncle is not very knowledgeable, so I really can't figure it out."

Song Liangda scratched his head and said with a smile.Song Mu heard this, but now he understood it, and said.

"Second Uncle, you need to encourage yourself to learn the way, but maybe we can write a lesson."

"admonition?"

Song Liangda was stunned for a moment, then looked at Song Mu, but immediately nodded and said.

"Jingzhao, you are right, our private school must be different, but what is this admonition?"

Song Mu smiled, full of interest at the moment, looking at the eaves of the private school in front of him, suddenly felt a move in his heart, and then immediately stepped forward.

The Chinese power in his hand surged, and Song Mu used his fingers to form a brush, and stroked on the eaves on both sides.

The people around looked at him one after another, with a bit of astonishment on their faces.

When I got closer, I saw the handwriting on the eaves of the door, which read.

Bao Jianfeng comes out of sharpening.

Plum blossom from the bitter cold.

When the visitors saw it, they were suddenly shocked.

……

　I'm sorry I couldn't add more, alas, my brain hurts.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)