My master is invincible

Chapter 282 Nine Coffins (4)

"Seniors, originally the younger generation had no right to speak, but after hearing what the seniors said, the younger generation was a little unconvinced. There is a saying in the north that the grandfather loves the eldest grandson, and the father loves the youngest son. From the opinion of the younger generation, it should be treated as Lu The ninth son of the family is the main one. Firstly, there is the meaning of ninety-nine returning to one, implying that the nine sons of the Lu family will hold the funeral for the old hero together. Second, there is a saying in funerals called three worships and nine kowtows. The son is the main one, and the nine times of three worships and nine kowtows will make the Lu family rich and prosperous for a long time."

The person who spoke was the young man sitting at the end. After he finished speaking, he glanced at Taoist Liuyun and said, "Prince Taoist, what do you think?"

"This makes sense. Although the ninth son of the Lu family is the last in his family, his economic strength ranks at the top of the Lu family. The Lu Group he founded is also a leader in Hebei. With his interpersonal relationship Relationship, it should be able to make the funeral of the old hero lively." Taoist Liuyun nodded and echoed.

Hearing this, I realized that this so-called meeting is to discuss who will be the main one for the funeral of the old hero. Moreover, these thirty masters of metaphysics all have their own camps. Take Master Jiang as an example, he said At the time of the seventh son, two masters of metaphysics agreed.

I roughly analyzed that the 29 masters of metaphysics, strictly speaking, except for Qingxuanzi, the [-] masters of metaphysics all chose their masters from among the nine sons of the Lu family, and in units of three, they chose one of the nine sons of the Lu family. The remaining two masters of metaphysics, sitting next to the young man, seemed to have no status, and did not speak.

I called Lord Jiang softly, and asked him what was going on, but he stopped and said, "Stand here and don't talk, and I'll explain to you later."

I suppressed the doubts in my heart and looked at some metaphysics masters here again. These people were arguing red-faced, and the noise became more and more intense. Only six people sat there without saying a word, Master Jiang, Granny Qiao, Daoist Liuyun, The young man and the two masters of metaphysics sitting beside him.

The entire ancestral hall instantly turned into a vegetable market, and they were about to pinch each other. Daoist Liuyun slapped his palm on the table and said angrily, "Why are you so noisy? Don't embarrass the Metaphysics Association."

When he slapped this palm, the whole scene fell silent instantly, and everyone looked at Daoist Liuyun.

After about twenty seconds of silence, Blind Luo spoke up. He said, "Brother Liuyun, it's not an option to keep arguing like this. It's better to vote with a show of hands. Whoever gets the most votes will take the lead."

After finishing speaking, he winked at the two masters of metaphysics who had not spoken all the time. Judging by their posture, he probably belonged to the same group.

"Blind Luo, you're living longer and going back now. If you really treat us as fools, you'll be popular if you're there. A show of hands would be better if you just ask him to do the funeral and give you a favor."

"In your opinion? What should we do?" Blind Luo turned his head to the speaker, his tone somewhat severe.

The man shrank his neck, lowered his tone a little, and said, "Blind Luo, I didn't mean to target you. We are just metaphysicians involved in the old hero's funeral. We have no right to make decisions for the old hero. It is better to let the old hero The old hero arranges his own funeral."

"Nonsense, the old hero has never known that he is about to die, if you ask his opinion, can the old hero live happily in the remaining three days?" Luo Xiazi retorted.

"This doesn't work, and that doesn't work. How did this funeral happen?" the man muttered.

"Let me say a few words!" Master Jiang stood up, bowed his hands to the metaphysics masters present, and said, "The words of that man just now are not unreasonable. We have no right to make decisions for the old hero, so let’s not worry about it, let the nine sons of the Lu family discuss it themselves, the result of their discussion is our result, the metaphysics personnel who were not selected will leave Quyang immediately, no more A war of words."

As soon as Master Jiang said this, the metaphysical masters present whispered to each other for a while, and finally nodded, agreeing with Master Jiang's proposal, and there was no need to continue this so-called meeting.

Just as Taoist Liuyun was about to end the meeting, there was a quarrel at the entrance of the ancestral hall, "I'm sorry, Ms. Su, I can't enter without a membership card of the Metaphysics Association."

"Who said that the ancestral hall is a public place, so there is no reason not to enter it. You are restricting the freedom of movement of citizens. I can sue you in court."

"I'm so sorry, Miss Su!"

Hearing the quarrel, I looked towards the entrance of the ancestral hall, and saw Su Mengke arguing with the guard. The bodyguard behind her went somewhere, and I was taken aback. Why did she come at this time?
"Brother Jiu!" She glanced at the ancestral hall, her face brightened, and while the guard was not paying attention, she rushed in, grabbed my arm, and said, "Brother Jiu, I finally found you. At night, you made people hurt so much."

When I heard this, I almost went crazy, what did I do last night?I've been sleeping in a simple hotel all the time, and I haven't done anything!Just as she was about to ask questions, she heard Joyce's icy voice, "Master Jiu, what a blessing! You have only been in Quyang for a day, and you are really enviable to hook up with Miss Su."

"Your surname is Qiao, be careful with what you say. What is hooking up? He is the son-in-law of my Su family. What right do you have to point us out?" Su Mengke glared at Joyce.

"Really? Why do I feel that Master Jiu is ignoring you?" Joyce sneered.

"That's... that's... Ninth Brother is in a bad mood!" Su Mengke explained, the strength at hand was stronger, and it hurt me a little bit.

"I..." I was about to open my mouth to explain.

"Shut up, women talk, men don't interrupt."

Joyce and Su Mengke spoke at the same time, so scared that I quickly shut my mouth, saying that three women perform a play, and the two women in front of me can sing a play.I don't know why, but I suddenly thought of Widow Liu in our village. The temperament of these two women is a bit like her.

"Ninth brother, let's go back to the hotel and continue what happened last night." Su Mengke glanced at Joyce provocatively while talking.

"Go! I don't mind!" Joyce turned her head aside.However, I still saw with sharp eyes that she secretly turned her head and glanced at us.

"Surnamed Qiao, you are the one who said this, don't regret it." Su Mengke smiled briefly, and pulled me towards the entrance of the ancestral hall.

It wasn't until this moment that I suddenly realized that Su Mengke and Joyce were old acquaintances for a long time. Judging by their tone of voice, they still had animosity. Could it be that Su Mengke's enemy is Joyce?
(End of this chapter)