A group of people climbed halfway up the mountain, and suddenly heard the faint sound of firecrackers coming from the mountain.

Yang Huaming said: "Are there other families who also come to the mountain to burn incense?"

Yang Huazhou wiped his sweat and gasped: "That's not surprising. This mountain is so big. The ancestors of eight villages ten miles away are buried in this mountain."

Yang Yongjin was a little confused: "Could it be Yongsong and the others?"

Everyone was stunned on the spot.

Xiao An immediately lay down on the ground and put his ear to the ground to listen carefully.

During this process, Yang Yongjin made a booing gesture towards everyone.

Everyone held their breath and waited for Xiao An's results.

After a while, Xiao An stood up, patted the grass and dust on his body and said: "The direction of the sound seems to be coming from the ancestral grave of our old Yang family, but it is too far away, so I can't be sure."

"Brother-in-law, do you see this?"

Xiao An cast his eyes for verification on Luo Fengtang, who was following at the end of the team.

When everyone was chirping and discussing the sound of firecrackers, Luo Fengtang just stayed where he was, his slender and tall body standing there like a green pine, slightly raising his head and gazing at the distant mountains.

The sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes flew sideways into the temples. When he stared into the depths of the distant mountains, his eyes darkened slightly, and his stern face was stained with a hint of contemplation.

The mountain breeze blew a corner of his black robe lightly dancing in the wind. He stood there, in his own world, seemingly out of tune with the surroundings, yet so harmonious.

It makes people look up to him, but also a little in awe. When he looks over and speaks, his tone is easy-going and kind.

"Xiao An, you heard it right, it should be near the Yang family's ancestral grave."

Hearing Xiao An and Luo Fengtang, the two practitioners with the best ears, say this, everyone was really uneasy now.

Yang Yongqing spit out the thatch that he had been biting in his mouth on the way up the mountain and said loudly: "That bitch Yongsong sneaks up the mountain to burn incense. I won't be able to beat him to death later, you son of a bitch!"

Yang Huazhou glanced at Yang Yongqing: "Yongqing, just be angry when you're angry, don't say bad words."

Yang Yongqing was happy, "Fifth uncle, you are really a gentle man. Why don't you say bad words when you are angry? Do you still have to find some beautiful words to praise him?"

Yang Huazhou was stunned for a moment and was speechless for a moment.

Yang Yongjin slapped Yang Yongqing: "What does Fifth Uncle mean? What Fifth Uncle means is that you can be angry, but don't use those vulgar words. We have a big family here, old and young, and there are children.

What should I do if I say something dirty after hearing something?"

Speaking of children, Yang Yongqing turned to look.

Tiedan, Honger, Xiuhong...

The children all looked at him with innocent big eyes. Yang Yongqing could only smile and said, "Okay, what the fifth uncle taught me is that I should shut up!"

Yang Yongqing stepped aside, and Yang Yongjin stepped forward and said to Yang Huaming and Yang Huazhou: "This Yongsong doesn't know what he's doing. It's clear that his third uncle had a private talk with him yesterday. Now that everything has changed,

Why did you deliberately abandon me and run into the mountains to burn incense?"

If it is the usual festivals such as Qingming Festival and Zhongyuan Festival, and you, Yang Yongsong, are in a hurry or have your own arrangements, you can go alone.

But this is the first seven days of the burial for the little grandpa to burn incense. Relatives and friends have to go up the mountain together to burn incense and worship together.

It's okay for you to go up the mountain early, but can't you wait for everyone to arrive and then lay out the offerings and burn incense together?

Are they divided into batches? Is this because they don’t think enough people have died? It’s really unscrupulous!

Yang Huaming, Yang Huazhou and the others sighed, feeling really angry and helpless towards Yang Yongsong.

Yang Yongbai even said with a dark face: "It seems that everything Third Uncle told him yesterday was in vain. He is still annoying me. He doesn't want to see me, so he burned incense in advance to avoid me!"

"If I had known this, I, I..."

Yesterday, in front of my third uncle, I shook hands with my cousin Yongsong and made peace.

I also apologized to my cousin Yongsong in person for accidentally pushing sister-in-law Yanping.

Isn’t it already said? Why is it still like this?

Yang Huazhou patted Yang Yongbai on the shoulder: "When things have reached this point, it has nothing to do with you anymore. It is entirely Yongsong's own problem. Don't think too much about it."

Yang Yongbai knew that Uncle Wu was trying to comfort him, but in fact the matter with Yang Yongsong started because of him.

"If I had known this, I shouldn't have taken it upon myself to warm my grandpa's house!"

If he doesn't warm the house, his cousin and his wife won't misunderstand that he wants to occupy the house, and there won't be all the nonsense that will happen later.

"Yongbai, I told you that it has nothing to do with you that things have come to this point. It's not your fault!"

Yang Huazhou emphasized his tone and said to Yang Yongbai, "We have already talked to Yongsong. Your third aunt and others also sent things to visit Yan Ping. If you are a slightly smarter person and don't have a life-or-death feud, you are here."

I'll take it as soon as it's ready."

Yang Huaming also spoke up, "Yongbai, your fifth uncle is right. From now on, it will be Yongsong's problem."

"Let's go, let's burn ours, and Yongsong can do whatever he wants."

"Fourth uncle, I'll see Yang Yongsong later. I'm going to beat him up, and none of you can stop me!" Yang Yongqing had already rolled up his sleeves and said harsh words.

Yang Huaming lowered his face, knitted his brows together, and warned Yang Yongqing displeasedly: "This is your little grandpa's first son. We don't look at the faces of strangers, the faces of monks, or the faces of Buddhas. Don't do anything wrong!"

Seeing that Yang Yongqing still looked stubborn and unyielding, Yang Huaming added: "After the incense is burned, you will meet somewhere else. My fourth uncle doesn't care what you want."

Yang Yongqing immediately grinned ferociously.

Yang Huaming glanced at the sky and called to everyone: "Let's go, let's go and burn the incense. Let's not talk so much."

Yang Huazhou nodded, waved to the team behind, and everyone started again.

Yang Yongqing said angrily as he walked: "I have made a plan. The little grandpa is the little grandpa, and Yang Yongsong is Yang Yongsong. From now on, let's come over and burn incense for the little grandpa by ourselves. Don't wait for Yang in the courtyard over there.

Yongsong is relieved, I feel so stupid!"

For the first time, no one refuted his words.

Yang Yongzhi and the others still nodded. Obviously, everyone was very dissatisfied with Yang Yongsong and were holding back their anger.

When the group was approaching the gravesite of the old Yang family ancestors, they happened to meet Yang Yongsong and Yan Ping.

Yang Yongsong walked in front, followed by Yan Ping. After walking a few steps, he turned back to Yan Ping and stretched out his hand to hold her hand.

Because it was late autumn at this time, the grass and trees in the mountains were withered and yellow, and thorns were everywhere. In many places, Yang Yongsong had to jump over by himself, then stepped on the vines on the ground and the thorns that reached the middle of the road with his feet, and then leaned over to hold Yanping's hand, carefully

Bring her over.

"Oops, there's a branch caught in my hair. Yang Yongsong, please help me get it away quickly!"
Chapter completed!