The meeting in the ancestral temple was held in a hurry. After a few people from the Murong family arrived, Murong Postal gave the signal to start.

"Our Murong family has been in the Yuan Dynasty for three hundred years. The current head of the family passed down to me. I, Murong Post, consider myself conscientious. Although I did not bring the honor of the Murong family to a higher level, I managed to maintain my legacy. Now I

As the head of the Murong family has grown old, it is time for him to be replaced." Murong Postal solemnly took off the ring on his thumb in front of his ancestors.

Murong Shentong was so excited that he almost reached out to take it. Fortunately, he still had some sense and knew that he couldn't take it like a forceful grab before Murong Post offered it to him. But Murong Shentong's expression said everything. He was very interested in this.

The position of the head of the family can be said to be inevitable!

But Murong Post seemed not to see Murong Shentong's excited face. No, it should be said that Murong Post did not go to see Murong Shentong at all! Murong Post stood up and walked down the steps step by step to the boss Murong Yuantong.

In front of him, Murong Postal did not walk towards Murong Shentong as everyone present imagined. Instead, he stopped straight, handed the ring finger to Murong Yuantong, and said solemnly:

"Boss, you have devoted yourself to learning martial arts since you were a child, and now you have become famous. I will pass on the position of head of the family to you, and I hope you will do your best for the Murong family."

Murong Yuantong was shocked. He stared blankly at the ring that was brought to him. His face was filled with disbelief. He did not expect and did not dare to accept the ring that symbolized the position of the head of the Murong family: "Dad, how can I bear this responsibility?"

Come on...I don't know how to run a house! Let me..."

"I'll pass it on to you if I tell you!" Murong Post interrupted Murong Yuantong's original intention to say what Murong Shentong was about to say. Without any further explanation, he thrust the ring finger into Murong Yuantong's palm, his tone was stern and left no room for refutation: "

From today on, the head of the Murong family is you, Murong Yuantong."

"Dad!" Murong Shentong finally couldn't sit still anymore. When he stood up, he even knocked down his stool in excitement and shouted at Murong Postal: "Why! The head of the Murong family should be me! It's me!"

!!”

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the house was in an uproar. A still white-haired old man from the clan knocked the ground under his feet with a cane. He looked very angry and shouted to Murong Shentong in a very angry tone: "This is unreasonable! How dare you question the decision of the head of the family?

! It’s really… really treasonous!”

For a clan that pays great attention to the superiority of elders and juniors, even if some people originally supported Murong Shentong, they were still very angry by his current behavior! Those who were slightly younger and from other Murong families saw this situation and originally wanted to support Murong Shentong.

The desire to speak a few words has also died down. A person who talks indiscriminately regardless of the occasion is not worthy of his support.

After Murong Post sent Murong Yuantong to the head of the family, he turned around and looked straight at Murong Shentong and sneered: "Second brother, originally I wanted to save you two face in front of the ancestors, but since you want to ask yourself,

I’ll tell you why the head of the family doesn’t give it to you!”

Murong Shentong looked at Murong Postal Service and felt that the man he had called Dad for forty years was very strange. He even wanted to step forward and block Murong Postal Service's mouth because Murong Shentong had a premonition that what Murong Postal Service said next would be detrimental to him.

!

I saw Murong Zhiwei lifting up his long shirt and kneeling straight in front of the Murong family's ancestral tablet. He said solemnly: "Murong Zhiwei, an unfilial descendant, when he was the head of the family, he allowed two evil sons in the family to harm his youngest son. As a result, the youngest son and the

My daughter-in-law died. Now I am taking over the family law of my ancestors!"

"father!"

"father!"

Murong Shentong and Murong Zhongtong shouted out when they heard this sentence, their eyes full of disbelief!

Several members of the Murong family looked at each other and scolded each other:

"How unreasonable! How dare you kill your fellow citizens!"

"Unbridled! Simply lawless!"

Under the rebuke of so many people, Murong Shentong and Murong Zhongtong knelt on the ground with a thud. They also saw clearly that Murong Postal Service was going to punish them, although they didn't know why their father would do this.

Yes, but in this case, it is obviously better to kneel down and admit your mistake than to resist stubbornly.

After Murong Post apologized, he invited the person in charge of family law in the clan to ask respectfully: "Murong Post allowed his son to kill his brothers and mismanaged the family. What crime should he be guilty of?"

Holding a thick book of family law, the old man with gray hair on his temples looked at Murong Zhibo's determined look, with an expression full of admiration: "The head of the family will be punished for thirty years with a stick." This criminal law is considered very light, as long as the person who executes it has nothing to do with it.

, thirty sticks can’t hurt the root at all.

Murong Postal nodded and asked, "What about the two of them?"

The old man glanced at the two people kneeling on the ground and asked Murong Zhi Tong: "Does Murong Tietong have any descendants?"

Murong Postal signaled Murong Feixue who was standing aside to step forward and pointed out to the old man: "This is the only daughter of the fourth son."

"According to family law, you must first judge what crime they deserve." The old man said to Murong Feixue: "In other words, even if you kill them now, it is okay." This sentence gave Murong Feixue

Reasons for killing Murong Shentong and Murong Zhongtong with confidence.

Murong Zhongtong heard this and shouted at the old man: "You can't do this!"

"Oh?" The old man looked up at Murong Shentong: "Why?"

"Because...because..." Murong Zhongtong hesitated, unable to give a reason for a long time.

Just when the old man was impatient and was about to let Murong Feixue take action, Murong Shentong suddenly had an idea and shouted: "Because Murong Feixue killed my wife! She is also a guilty person!"

When Murong Feixue heard Murong Shentong's words, she sneered and asked, "Don't you know why I killed Wang?"

"So you are admitting to killing Wang?" The old man narrowed his eyes and looked at Murong Feixue.

"Yes." Murong Feixue admitted happily, and then said: "Please let me explain the reason clearly."

In the eyes of the old man's acquiescence, Murong Feixue pointed at Murong Shentong and Murong Zhongtong: "Murong Shentong, in recent years, due to the aging of my grandfather, most of the business in Murong's family has been handed over to Murong Shentong.

Murong Shentong privately transferred my father to the silver mine in Banyuecheng that had been mined for hundreds of years, and set a harsh quota every year."

"If this is the only way, the most we can say is that he is too strict." The old man frowned.

Murong Feixue said coldly: "During the few years when my father came to Banyue City, Murong Shentong and Murong Zhongtong colluded with the bandits and robbers in Banyue City many times to rob my father's finances and sent people to Banyue City to insult my parents.

My mother, a dignified city lord's wife, was made to live like a maid! With their acquiescence, Murong Xiangxiang even killed my parents with her own hands!"

At the end of the sentence, Murong Feixue's eyes were full of sparks of anger and hatred. If these two people were not killed, it would not be enough to vent their hatred!

After hearing this, the old man said to Murong Feixue: "The situation is excusable, but in the end, the method was excessive. In this case, these two people will still be left to you to deal with. You can go to the ancestral temple to receive twenty punishments."

Murong Feixue bowed respectfully: "Everything must be done according to family law."

Murong Shentong and Murong Zhongtong turned pale and shouted at Murong Postal Service: "Dad! You can't do this! How could you do this to us!"

Murong Feixue had quick eyesight and quick hands. Before they could spit out more things, he pulled out the software from his waist and sealed their throats. Looking at the two corpses in front of him, Murong Feixue calmly put away his soft sword and asked the old man: "Where to get the staff?"

responsibility?"

The old man waved his hand, and two weak-headed young men stepped forward and took Murong Feixue to the execution chamber. Murong Feixue took the twenty-stick punishment without any hesitation. This was what she had promised Murong Zhizi, and she would let Murong Feixue stay here in the clan.

Make your face even.

Murong Postal looked at the two sons he had raised for decades, and sighed and ordered his servants: "Take them down and find a place to bury them." The guilty ones are not allowed to be buried in the ancestral graves. This punishment is for Murong Shentong and Murong Zhongtong.

It's basically twofold.

Murong Yuantong didn't understand the divine development here at all. It wasn't until the entire ancestral temple meeting was over and Murong Yuantong dragged Murong Yuantong away that he asked in a daze: "Dad...Dad, the second, second, third, and the others..."

Murong Postal looked at Murong Yuantong and said solemnly: "Boss, now that you are the head of the Murong family, you should know the choices of some things."

"What do you know!" Murong Yuantong said emotionally: "Do you know how to kill your own son?"

Murong Postal pressed Murong Yuantong's shoulders and said sternly: "Boss!"

When Murong Yuantong's breath stabilized slightly, Murong Zhizi continued: "In today's form, Xiangxiang is already useless. Even if she is not useless, Murong Feixue will not let her go. If she goes head-to-head with Murong Feixue, she will not even be able to fight her anymore."

The Murong family no longer exists!"

Murong Postal was getting old after all. He had just received thirty canes in the clan. His legs went weak and he collapsed on the chair: "Boss, for the sake of the Murong family, I can only ignore the second and third children..." A flash of consciousness

During this period, Murong Zhihua seemed to have aged several dozen years.

"Dad..." Murong Yuantong, a tough man, couldn't help but have red eyes.

Murong Post took a deep breath and said to Murong Yuantong: "Remember, the only one who can restore the Murong family now is your Hua Fang. Fortunately, Hua Fang has been in Taihang Academy. When Hua Fang comes back, you will pass the family title to the head of the family."

Give it to her. Dad also knows that you like battlefields and don't like intrigues. In the past few years, I can only wrong you."

Murong Yuantong: "Dad, what about Murong Feixue...?"

"She?" Murong Postal said with a sigh, thinking of the granddaughter he had never seen clearly: "The big things she wants to do are not just focused on the small things of the Murong family. If you can avoid her, then avoid her.

If you really can’t escape... you will lose your life.”

Murong Yuantong seemed to understand, but Murong Yuantong was too tired to say more, so Murong Yuantong could only send Murong Yuantong back to the house to rest.

The next day, Murong Tietong and Jin were buried in the Murong family's ancestral grave.

Murong Feixue knelt in front of Murong Tietong and Jin's graves and kowtowed three times: "Father, mother, I will take you back to your ancestral graves."

Then, Huahua brought up Murong Xiangxiang, who was already a disabled person and extremely ugly. Murong Feixue looked at Murong Xiangxiang with deep hatred in her eyes: "Murong Xiangxiang, today I will use your blood,

Come to worship my father and my mother!"

"Hahahaha..." Murong Xiangxiang said crazily: "Murong Feixue! I really hate you! You killed my father and my mother. I can't wait to eat your flesh and drink your blood! If you kill me, our whole family will be destroyed."

We can still reunite hahahaha!!! I'm waiting for you below!"

Murong Feixue's mind was not affected by Murong Xiangxiang at all. Murong Xiangxiang had been tied up by her for so long and had already become mentally unstable. With the knife in her hand, Murong Xiangxiang had gone to another world to reunite with Murong Zhongtong.

"Feixue, are you okay?" Fuxi looked at Murong Feixue worriedly. Murong Feixue had been sitting in the courtyard for a long time since Murong Tietong and Jin were buried.

Behind Fuxi were Huahua, who looked worried, and Shennong, who was always looking at Huahua. Both of them looked at Murong Feixue worriedly.

Murong Feixue spent a whole afternoon reminiscing. In the memory of the bloody female demon cat, everyone was full of malice. Only Murong Tietong and Jinshi gave her all the warmth and love. Short

In just a few days of getting along, Murong Feixue could also feel that precious love.
To be continued...