Chapter 677

In the reception hall, in the early morning, the Patriarch led the people to welcome guests here.

Today is the first day of the lunar new year. Ancient people like the Luo people are celebrating the new year among their relatives and neighbors.

Ancient people like the Luo people scrupulously abide by tradition.

However, the Luo people are isolated from the rest of the world. In previous years, they visited each other for the new year. This year, the Luo people finally welcomed a large number of real guests.

Luo Yan, the patriarch of the clan, had expected that some talented and talented people would come by to pay a new year's visit. So he simply called the clan members to the reception hall early in the morning to wait for the guests to come, so as to make it convenient for the guests and prevent the outsiders from running around and disturbing the peace of the clan.

Of course, although the reception hall is spacious, it can't accommodate thousands of people. What the patriarch Luo Yan is calling now is only the elders and the owners of each family.

"Along the way, I have seen the prosperity of the Luo people. In the past two years, the Luo people have become more and more powerful. Congratulations, clan leader!"

In the guest seat just above, a middle-aged man in Tang costume greets with a smile.

He is no one else. He is the head of the Wang family, Wang Jing, Wang Bailun's father.

But on this occasion, Wang Jing has another identity, that is, the president of Huaxia Art League!

Relying on the Qimen dunjia, the art is ancient and all embracing in China. As the president of China, he is second only to the global president in gold content, which is also an important pillar of the royal family's huge energy in the imperial capital.

Most of the guests came in and left on their own after the new year's worship. The Luo people didn't keep them. After all, there was no place to sit.

But after Wang Jing entered the house, he was invited to the table and had tea with the clan leader Luo Yan. It can be seen that the Luo people attach great importance to him.

"As the head of the clan, I just do my duty, and the Luo people can have today's situation. In terms of credit, Luo guying, the son of God, has made great contribution."

The patriarch Luo Yan waved his hand with a smile and looked at the solitary Luo figure sitting there.

"The clan leader is still reasonable. He knows that only with my son's lonely shadow can he be the Luo people today." Luo Yongrong was secretly proud.

His father and son's seats were also close to the patriarch, and even many of the hall leaders and elders were subordinate.

Looking around, apart from Gu Ying, the minority people who can meet guests in the first row are also luoxianyao's little beauty who has little desire.

During the conversation between the clan leader and Wang Jing, many talented people and scholars, or those who have interests in the field of magic arts, come in droves to pay New Year's greetings to these important figures of the Luo nationality.

"We wish the Luo people a long and prosperous life under the leadership of the clan leader."

"Master Luofei, you are all right. We have come to pay you a new year's call."

"I wish master Luofei a long life and a good fortune!"

Most people come to the clan leader and the seventh uncle Luo Fei. The former is the leader of the clan. If you want to pay a new year's call to the whole Luo clan, you should find the clan leader. The latter is a famous master in the field of magic arts. They usually make a lot of friends. Today, naturally, many like-minded friends come to pay a new year's call.

These people basically come in batch by batch, pay New Year's respects, leave batch by batch, and there is an endless stream of people.

"Thank you for your kindness." The patriarch kept calling.

"Master Mang, you old friends are so polite, ha ha."

Luo Fei, the seventh uncle, is full of glory. Many of his fellow countrymen come in to pay New Year's greetings to him alone, and let him have more face in front of the people on this special day!

"Master Feng, we've met again. I didn't even have time to thank you for killing the dark crow last time. You've come back home. You must have two drinks later."

"Mr. Xu, you Hongmen helmsman are too outsider. You must be, ha ha!"

In addition, the wind hall leader, who often goes out for activities, has also met many acquaintances with constant laughter.

"Lord Luo, by the way, I'll pay you a new year's respects. Thank you for taking care of me last year. Ha ha!"

"Lord Luo, I haven't seen you for a long time. I wish you good health."

"Is this the solitary shadow of the divine Son Luo? It's true that he's a talented man and has a great reputation! "

"The spirit spring of Shenzi benefits my Fei family a lot, ha ha!"

To the surprise of the elders present, Luo Yongrong and Luo Yongde, the father and son who presided over the Luo family in the imperial capital, were also very well-known. They came to visit them individually and purposefully, but they were even more than the patriarch. It can be seen that the patriarch has gathered a large number of contacts outside in the past two years.

"It's very kind of you. Today, my father and I, as well as Gu Ying and the three generations of Ye and sun, are just ordinary people here."

"Just greet the patriarch. Don't be so enthusiastic."

The father and son laughed and said insincere polite words.

In less than half an hour, nearly a thousand people came in and out of the hall, feeling that even the floor tiles in front of the door would be worn away by the soles of their feet.

During this period, Luo Yongrong couldn't help looking at the side of his eyes. At a very deep position close to the wall, he finally found that the grandson and grandson were more proud.

Luo Shuxiang sat inside, looking at the constant flow of guests, both gratified and sighed.

It is gratifying to be able to witness the prosperity of the Luo people.

What's sad is that although people are here, the lively atmosphere this morning seems to have little to do with his grandfather and grandson. No guests have come to pay New Year's greetings to them.

However, even if some acquaintances appear unexpectedly and are arranged to be put together temporarily, in the corner near the wall, I'm afraid they can't see their grandchildren.

This makes Luo Shuxiang very grumpy.

"If it's in Jiangzhou, we may be able to spread a few familiar faces. Now when we come back to our family, we are not stable. Let's join in the fun, ha ha."

Luo Shuxiang smiles dryly, not knowing whether he is comforting Luo Yu or himself.

"If my grandfather likes to make a hot new year, just find a big enough venue for the coming year. I'll make friends for you and make sure you're too busy to greet."

Luo Yu smiles. As a feather saint, he doesn't care about it. But after all, his grandfather is a common man. No old man hopes to have a cold spring festival.

Of course, Luo Shuxiang believed that his grandson had the strength. The old man asked eagerly, "listen to Xiaomeng, when you and Xiangxue got married in Chenhai, there were a lot of people. In the end, even a beach resort hotel was hard to accommodate. Many rich businessmen's vehicles even had to stop on the road to block the traffic."

"That... Is true!"

Luo Yu touches his nose. When the old man recalls it, Luo Yu becomes more and more ashamed. He and Xiang Xue forget to invite his grandfather to attend their wedding. No wonder the old man still remembers it.

"Cut! This pair of grandsons can really find spiritual comfort for themselves. They don't brag to see how embarrassed they are here today! "

Ronnie sat not far away, and immediately raised her chin and sniffed.

Although she sits in a remote place, as a junior, she has received a lot of new year's gifts because she is the granddaughter of the second elder. At present, there is a chair beside her that is just empty. It was originally reserved for love. She just used it to pile things up, which has been piled up high. She is very proud.

Luo Shuxiang's face became more and more embarrassed when he was told by the little girl's nostrils. Indeed, now that he and Xiaoyu are here, not only the guests from outside don't know each other, but also the clansmen don't pay attention to them. Undoubtedly, it must be because at the clan banquet yesterday, Luo guying, the son of God, showed strong hostility to Xiaoyu in public, and instructed the clansmen to keep away from their family, I don't dare to worship one year after year.

"Xiaoyu, let's go back."

Luo Shuxiang is on pins and needles, thinking that he can just leave. Anyway, there's nothing wrong with him and his grandson.

But at this time, a big monk and an old nun came in.