Chapter 37 Ancestor Sacrifice

Yan Ji carefully took the bronze fairy sword and gently stroked the hilt with his hand. His movements were quite like touching the jade hand of his beloved woman, gently and delicately, feeling the classical decoration on the hilt of the scabbard with the palm of his hand.

A gentle "sound" sounded, and Yan Ji slowly pulled the long sword out of the scabbard, but he saw that the three-finger-wide bronze sword body was also covered with classical patterns. The sword body was close to the hilt of the sword, with melted gold juice as ink, and wrote two golden words "jing hong" in ancient characters.

"Rainbow"

Yan Ji read these two words lightly and asked Guangyi, "Master! Is the name of this sword called 'Jinghong'?

Guangyi Zhenren nodded slightly and said, "Yes! This sword is three feet nine inches long and one inch eight minutes wide. It looks like a bronze sword, but it is not made of bronze. It is said that it is cast with Kunlun Mountain bronze. This sword used to be my sword, but now I don't use it, and it's useless to keep it.

Yan Ji was flattered, but he did not forget the kindness of Master's passing on the sword. He said respectfully, "Thank you, Master!"

Zhou Ruohan's fairy sword "broken parting" has a sad and beautiful story. Yan Ji felt that this "shocking rainbow" should also have a story, so he asked Guangyi real person, "Master! Is there any relevant story about this sword? I want to hear it."

Guang Yizhen glanced at him and said coldly, "I'm not interested in telling stories. Put away the sword quickly and take me to the Taoist ancestral temple."

Yan Ji was scared by the master's cold words and hurriedly answered, "Yes! Master." He hurried back to the house and placed the "Rainbow".

Today is the sacrificial day of the ancestor of Sanqing Guan. The four of his masters and apprentices have to go to worship the ancestor, so naturally they can't go with a sword.

Guangyi Zhenren was alone in front of him, leading the three disciples out of Qingzhu Xianju and going to the east gate of Sanqingguan. Liang Xiangling followed with a basket of incense candles, and Yan Ji walked at the end with Zhou Ruohan. There was an unsmiling master beside him, and the three of them could not laugh without hesitation as usual, just following him without saying a word.

Four masters and apprentices came to the "On Sword Square", but they saw that the square was empty enough to accommodate thousands of people. Today is the ancestral sacrifice day, and all the trials are not allowed to be carried out. Through the "On Sword Square", I walked through many long corridor courtyards with twists and turns, and then arrived at the ancestral ancestral hall dedicated to the spiritual position of the ancestors of the three Qing Dynasty. Three or five groups of Sanqingguan disciples went in and out of the ancestral hall, all of which were all elders who brought their disciples to worship the ancestors.

The ancestral hall is full of incense and candles. It can be seen that many disciples have come to worship the ancestors.

The main hall of the ancestral hall is dedicated to the spiritual position of the three Qingguan dynasties, but there are only three spiritual positions. It can be seen that this generation of disciples of Yan Ji is the fifth generation of disciples of the three Qingguan. On the right side of the main hall is the spiritual positions of the leaders of the past dynasties, about 30, and on the left side are nearly 100 spiritual positions of the elders of the past dynasties.

Liang Xiangling's sister and brother followed the master's movements and kowtowed in turn from the spiritual position of the ancestor "Yuan Qingzi". Yan Ji's heart suddenly chilled and guessed, "There are more than 100 spiritual positions here, and each spiritual position kowtows three times. Isn't it necessary to kowtow three or four hundred, and the knees are numb?"

When the third generation was in charge of teaching "Fang Chenzi", Guang Yizhen suddenly opened his mouth and introduced it to the three disciples: "This is my master, the spiritual position of your master."

After saying that, he looked pious and solemnly, knelt down and kowtowed, and whispered, "Master is above, and the disciple is mediocre. He has never built half an inch of merit for the world, and has the teachings of a teacher. Today, the disciple received three disciples to worship. He did not teach the three of them to be famous and famous in the world, but taught him to be upright, try their best to eliminate the sufferings of mortals in the world, and inherit the teachings of teachers.

Liang Xiangling and the three also knelt down and kowtowed one after another and said devoutly, "Master is on the top, and the apprentice Sun keeps in mind the teachings of his teacher. He does not want to hear it in the world, but he wants to be worthy of heaven and earth and live up to the art created by his ancestors."

If you worship the spiritual position, you should start to worship the heads of the elders. Fortunately, the spiritual position of the elders should not kowtow one by one. Each generation of elders has an incense burner, three incense burners on the left and three incense burners on the right, and only need to burn incense six times and kowtow 18 times. It's not as Yan Ji thought, and she needs to be kowtowed 300 times.

After the worship, the four masters and apprentices walked out of the ancestral ancestral hall. In front of the stone steps of the main gate of the ancestral hall, Guangyun Zhenren led a group of disciples to worship their ancestors. There were more than 20 young men and women.

Liu Changge, Liu Changfeng and others stood at the forefront, and Lu Yunshuang and Ye Yunxiao were also among them. Yan Ji found Zhang Linger, Jiang Yuncai and Chen Yunxia from the crowd, but did not see Sun Changao.

He didn't know that Sun Chang'ao was severely injured by a punch for him. He was bedridden, injured his skin and flesh, internal injuries to the meridians, and his ribs were broken. Even if he took Guangyun Zhenren's supreme elixir, it would take more than a month to recover as before.

Among Guangyun Zhenren's disciples, except for Liu Changge and Zhang Linger, the rest of them cast cold eyes one after another, as if they were going to eat him. Obviously, they hated Yan Ji for seriously injuring Sun Changao.

In the crowd, a pink fir woman was particularly eye-catching. What she saw in front of her was like a new moon, like flowers and trees making snow. Her face was beautiful and vulgar, but it was too pale and not bloody. These beautiful women stand together with Lu Yunshuang and Jiang Yuncai, which is undoubtedly outstanding. Although her eyes were cold and expressionless, she did not look at Yan Ji, unlike others.

In Guangyun's real smile, there seemed to be sarcasm and said, "Brother Guangyi, it's rare to see you appear here!"

What kind of person is Guangyi? He didn't care about his sarcasm at all and smiled indifferently, "Go ahead!" With that, he wanted to leave here.

Guangyun Zhenren snorted coldly and said, "Brother, don't rush to leave yet!" With that, he glanced at Yan Ji: "Brother, you are really great, and the disciples you teach also have good skills! Yesterday, I beat my five disciples half dead and went to bed, then destroyed my three disciples, Xianjian, and even humiliated my two female disciples. You are really amazing!"

Liang Xiangling and Zhou Ruohan frowned when they heard this. They wanted to say that Yan Ji had injured Sun Changao and destroyed Liu Changfeng's fairy sword. As for humiliating the female disciple, the two of them couldn't believe it. Liang Xiangling thought of Yan Ji's drunken behavior yesterday and guessed that it was his nonsense caused by drunkenness.

As soon as Guangyun's real voice fell, he saw Yan Ji retorted loudly, "Hey! Why did you old Taoist priest wrong people? When did I humiliate your female disciple? She asked me how old she looked, and I said twenty-five years old, is this also humiliation? The woman twisted and twisted in front of me. I asked her if her body was itchy, which was also humiliating?

As soon as this word came out, the male disciples who went in and out of the ancestral temple laughed one after another. The disciples who came to worship were not in a hurry to worship, and the disciples who finished the worship were not in a hurry to leave. They stopped and stayed to watch the excitement.

Among the crowd, Jiang Yuncai and Chen Yunxia blushed and bowed their heads and dared not look at people. Liu Changge had the intention of retreating and squeezed into the crowd to prevent Master Guangyun from seeing his abnormal face. It was because of him that Yan Ji humiliated his female disciple, and he was afraid that his master would punish him again after knowing the matter.

Of course, Yan Ji's words to the two of her were not humiliate, but the two of them hated Yan Ji for hurting people, breaking their swords, and had grievances, so they added fuel and jealousy to slander in front of Master Guangyun Zhenren.

Yan Ji said again, "He deserves it when I hurt your five disciples. Who let him stab my sister first? It's cheap for him to beat him half to death. If I hurt my sister, I must twist his head off. And your three disciples, who robbed my senior sister's fairy sword and cut off his fairy sword, can you blame me? What kind of logic is this?"

"Hit!"

Guang Yizhen roared, and his eyes hurt in his ears.

Yan Ji had never seen the master so angry, nor had he seen how terrible his real angry appearance was. He dared not say another word and buried his head back behind Guang Yizhen.

Guang Yizhen looked solemn and asked Yan Ji, "Is all this like what you just said? Tell me the truth, so that I can do justice for your lord. If there is a lie, I will never forgive you!"

Although Yan Ji was frightened by the master's anger, what he said was true and worthy of his heart. He answered in a low voice, "What the disciple said is absolutely not false!"

"What Brother Yan said is true!" As soon as he looked at it, it was Changqingzi who led a group of brothers to visit his ancestors.

Changqingzi saluted Guangyun and Guang respectively, and then said to Guangyi, "Uncle Guangyi, your nephew can testify for Brother Yan. On that day, I also witnessed everything on the fighting sword platform. Indeed, as Yan Ji said, everything is not Yan Ji's fault."

With Chang Qingzi testifying, Guang Yizhen believed that what Yan Ji said was true and replied to his brother Guangyun Zhenren, "Brother Guangyun wronged his apprentice!" After saying that, he left the word "go" to the three disciples and wanted to leave the ancestral temple.

"Brother, wait!" Guangyun Zhenren stopped him: "If what your apprentice said is true, is what my apprentice said false?"

Guang Yizhen stopped and turned around and said lightly, "Of course! My apprentice said, "No falsehood" naturally, and there is no falsehood, and the elder son's nephew testified that Changqing's words are credible, and my apprentice's words are also credible!"

"You..."

Guangyun Zhenren was furious and was about to attack. Suddenly, he was pressed on his shoulder by one hand, but Guang Chengzi, who was in charge, came over at some point: "He is hundreds of years old, and he still cares about children's fights. The children are fighting, and we can't fight with them!"

Guangyun Zhenren looked at the teacher, suppressed his anger, and groaned coldly, "The teacher is right. What's wrong with the children fighting? I saw that Guangyi's younger brother's disciples were well-cultivated, so he invited the little disciples to the sword fighting platform to have a test and let the children fight. Of course, that's right?

He was wronged by others, and Chang Qingzi and others testified for Yan Ji, but he couldn't help Yan Ji, so he wanted to borrow the sword fighting platform and let his disciples teach Yan Ji a good lesson.

Guangyi Zhenren sighed and shook his head and said, "The ancestor rules: anyone has the right to invite their opponents to the sword fighting platform, and the invited person will not refuse. We dare not disobey! If you want to invite me, go to my apprentice."

Guangyun Zhenren smiled and said, "Okay! Let's have three games. My eldest disciple and second disciple will compete with your eldest disciple and second disciple. Four people will have a two-two match, and the remaining two will play another battle. There will be a total of three games and two wins in three rounds.

Guang Yizhen was absent-minded and didn't seem to listen to him. He said, "The decision-making power of these matters is with my disciples. Just tell them."

This fight is inevitable. Guang Chengzi, who is in charge of the school, has no right to stop it, so he has to say with a wry smile, "Today is the day to worship your ancestors. Let's talk about the sword three days later. Don't talk about it now."