Fengshen Wendaoxing

noon.

On a road with few pedestrians.

Suddenly, there was a soft sound in the grass by the roadside, and a slight puff of smoke was raised.

"Cough cough cough..."

Immediately afterwards, in the rising dust, a person appeared out of thin air.

An old man with a strange appearance wearing a gray cloth robe.

The old man has white beard and hair, and looks to be more than seventy years old. He is tall and thin, and he is carrying a suitcase behind him.

What is strange is that such an ancient and rare old man actually carries a sword under his luggage.

After the old man came out, he raised his head first, and looked around in a daze, as if he was looking for something.

But when he saw a village in the distance not far to the south, his face brightened.

Then he sighed: "Forty years have passed, and I don't know if my eldest brother is still alive."

Then he frowned and counted.

After a while, his brows stretched and his face showed joy, "Alive, alive, okay, okay!"

As he spoke, he waved his sleeves and patted his body, knocked off the dust that fell on it, stood up straight and straightened his clothes, and then walked towards the manor house.

Although he is a rare old man, but his foot speed is not much slower than that of a young and strong boy.

Along the way, the old man saw that every other section of the road, a piece of cloth would be tied to the trunk of the roadside and flutter in the wind.

In addition, some people gathered from all directions towards a certain place in that village.

"This... Could it be that someone in the Song Family Village is having a happy event today?" the old man said to himself.

Not long after, he arrived at the door of what seemed to be the wealthiest family in the village.

I saw that the gate of the villa was covered with red and colorful colors today, firecrackers were crackling at the gate, guests kept coming to the gate, and dozens of tables of banquets were set up in the courtyard inside the gate, which was very lively.

At the gate, an elegant middle-aged man with the appearance of a housekeeper smiled and welcomed the guests.

"Who is having a happy event in your house today?" The old man asked the middle-aged man before and after he came to the door.

The man glanced at him and said with a smile: "It's the third young master of my family who is happy to get married today, old man, are you a guest too?"

After speaking, he took another look at the sword on the old man's back.

"Third Young Master?"

The old man pondered for a while, then smiled again: "I am not a guest, please go and report to your master, and say that your old friend Jiang Ziya is here to visit."

"Old man? Please wait here for a while, old man."

Hearing this, the man quickly turned around and entered the yard.

It didn't take long to come out, but this time when I came out, I brought an old man who was also over seventy years old with an anxious face.

I saw that the old man was wearing brocade clothes and red robes, and his figure was a bit fatter compared to Jiang Ziya. Before he left the house, he kept asking, "Housekeeper Lu, where is my righteous brother?"

"Brother, younger brother is here."

Jiang Ziya stepped forward and bowed, and said with a smile, "We haven't seen each other for so many years, I wonder how the elder brother has been doing these years?"

The old man who just came out was none other than his elder brother Song Yiren who had been worshiped by him when he was young.

"Okay, okay, have a good time for my brother!"

Song Yiren helped Jiang Ziya up, and said with a smile, "How is brother?"

"Little brother is doing well." Ziya said with a smile.

Song Yiren stretched out his hand and stroked Jiang Ziya's white hair for a look, suddenly he pointed at Jiang Ziya and laughed, "Brother, I haven't seen you for many years, you are getting old."

Jiang Ziya also smiled slightly, and said, "Brother, aren't you old too?"

The two stopped laughing and looked at each other, then both pointed at each other and laughed.

...

in the hall.

Song Yiren and Jiang Ziya came in hand in hand and sat down, then came to the entrance of the hall and shouted to the two people in the yard: "Boss, second, why don't you hurry up and see your Uncle Jiang?"

One is a middle-aged man in his forties, and the other is a young man in his twenties.

The two looked at each other after hearing the words, entered the hall, and after listening to Song Yiren's introduction to Jiang Ziya, they hurriedly said:

"Little nephew Song Shan/Song Ze pays respects to Uncle Jiang."

Jiang Ziya raised his hand and said with a smile: "Okay, okay, please hurry up, two nephews, there is no need to be so polite."

The two stood up.

Song Yiren said: "Remember, both of you, this Uncle Jiang is your father's sworn brother, you have to treat him like me in the future, do you understand?"

Song Shan and Song Ze looked at each other, a strange look flashed in their eyes, and they said in unison: "Understood, my lord father."

Song Yiren waved his hand: "Well, now you go out to entertain guests!"

The two turned and retreated.

Song Yiren sat down and sighed: "Brother, you and I have been separated for more than forty years. Now you and I are both old. Brother thought that you and I would never see each other again in this life. I never thought of seeing you again today. It is really a blessing."

Jiang Ziya's heart warmed up: "Back then, my younger brother went to Xianshan to look for masters to practice, hoping to be extraordinary."

He said with a faint sigh: "However, the fate of immortality is too shallow to achieve immortality. After going down the mountain this time, my heart was at a loss, and I had no relatives. I suddenly remembered my elder brother and then came to pay a visit."

"It's a good time to come, and it's a coincidence."

Song Yiren clapped his palms and laughed loudly: "It is a happy event for my youngest son to get married today. Seeing you and my brother is another joy. I am so happy that the double happiness is coming."

After a pause, he smiled again: "From now on, brother, you can live in peace in this brother's Songjiazhuang. It doesn't matter how long you live."

...

The two of them talked in detail in the hall, and they were very happy. After a while, the welcoming team came back.

A sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy wearing a wedding gown, surrounded by laughter and cheers from the crowd, walked in with great energy and a smile on his face.

Behind him, a lady-in-law helped a woman in a wedding gown to come slowly, and entered the hall, where the butler who acted as a salute sang the wedding salute.

"After the ceremony, leave the class and send it to the bridal chamber!"

Following the loud singing of the steward Lu, the bride was led out of the wedding hall by a piece of red silk and walked towards the new house behind by the groom.

"Haha, everyone, eat well, drink well, eat well..." The young man laughed, very happy.

Steward Lu watched the couple leave, a look of envy suddenly flashed in his smiling eyes, but he immediately sighed imperceptibly.

"Meat, the baby wants to eat meat..."

Suddenly there was a voice from outside, Steward Lu's face changed when he heard the words, and he rushed out of the hall to see a boy of the same fifteen or sixteen years old outside.

Although the boy's eyebrows and eyes were pretty, he had a silly smile on his face, and he bit his right index finger in his mouth.

The boy yelled loudly to eat meat, the corners of his mouth and chin were glistening with saliva, and a girl who looked like a maid was pulling him but couldn't hold him back.

"Hahaha, that idiot has come out."

When the guests saw this boy, they couldn't help whispering to each other.

Seeing this scene, Song Shan, the eldest son of the Song Family Manor's face darkened instantly, and shouted to the maid: "Xiao Xiang, what are you doing? Didn't you tell you to take good care of him today?"

The maid pulled the stupid boy, and she was so anxious that she almost cried: "Look, sir, Xiao Chuan...he has great strength, he insists on walking this way, I can't hold him back at all!" !"

This is the truth, although the boy is stupid, but after all, his strength is greater than that of girls.

The stupid boy stared at the meat on the table, his eyes were almost shining, and he walked there step by step, and the little girl who was holding his arm was naturally dragged forward.

"Steward Lu!"

Song Shan's face was gloomy: "Why don't you hurry up and take it down, are you deliberately letting people see the jokes of my Song family?"

Steward Lu's expression darkened, and he lowered his eyebrows and said, "Yes... yes!"

In fact, Song Shan didn't need to say anything, he had already run to the side of the stupid young man in the courtyard, pulled the other arm and said, "Chuan'er is obedient, go back quickly, and I'll give you some meat later."

"No...no...the baby wants meat."

Unexpectedly, the boy had a stubborn temper, he didn't go away, and struggled vigorously, but the maid couldn't hold her back, and she fell to the ground with a wave of his arm.

The butler was anxious and angry, seeing that the boy couldn't calm down while talking.

In the blink of an eye, he saw those people's watching eyes on this side again, he couldn't bear it anymore, raised his hand and slapped the boy's face heavily.

Snapped!

With a slap, the silly boy was staggered and almost fell to the ground.

You can see that half of the boy's face was swollen high at that time, and the palm and finger marks on the flushed face are clearly visible.

One can imagine the strength of this slap.

"go back!"

Steward Lu gritted his teeth and stared at the young man fiercely, his eyes were so anxious that flames were about to burst out, and the two words were almost roared out.

"Wow!"

The stupid boy was taken aback for a moment, then reacted, and suddenly sat on the ground and cried loudly, rolling over.

The young man's sloppy appearance made Steward Lu feel dizzy and lost his mind.

Those guests looked at the young man lying on the ground and acting like a wait-and-see look, watching the excitement was no big deal.

"what happened?"

At this time, a voice came from the front of the hall, but it was Song Yiren and Jiang Ziya who also came out after hearing the sound.

Butler Lu stomped his feet anxiously, but there was nothing he could do about the boy.

Hearing the voice, Lu Liang walked towards Song Yiren, and said with guilt on his face, "Master, Xiao Chuan... well, he came out to make trouble again."