Ascension starts from family cultivation

The seven old men who walked into the back hall of the county yamen with inexplicable coercion were the heads of the seven major nine-rank cultivation families in Qingyang County.

The person headed by the seven old men is Wang Renqi who appeared in the depths of the Seven Star Building that day.

I saw the seven of them walking forward slowly, and the people of the Moliu family who were originally surrounded also made way for the seven of them.

Even Meng Jingshan and Meng Haoran, who were surrounded by the crowd just now, were forced to join the crowd, making way for the seven major ninth-rank cultivation families.

When Wang Renqi of the Wang family in Beicheng passed by Meng Jingshan, although he didn't say a word to Meng Jingshan, he let out a cold snort from his nostrils.

There was a trace of disdain in his voice.

Although Meng Haoran is young, he has been commuting between Xinghua Village and Qingyang County during this period of time, and has participated in the management of the main business of the Meng family many times. He naturally understands a thing or two about this kind of sophistication.

Therefore, when Meng Haoran heard the cold snort from the Wang family in Beicheng, he immediately clenched his fists.

At this time, a palm gently stroked Meng Haoran's back calmly.

Meng Haoran turned his head to look, and said in a low voice, "Jingshan patriarch."

And Meng Jingshan didn't speak, just shook his head slowly.

Seeing this, Meng Haoran naturally understood what Meng Jingshan meant, so he could only slightly nod his head.

The Patriarchs of the seven Ninth Grade Comprehension Clans seemed to ignore the low-level Patriarchs present, and walked straight to the back hall.

Previously, there were many heads of the Moliu family who came here, and they all found a seat suitable for their family status, but they did not sit in the seven seats next to the county magistrate Song Zhiyi.

how so?

That's because they all knew that if there were no earth-shattering changes, the seven seats next to the county magistrate's position would always belong to only the seats of the seventh-rank and ninth-rank cultivation families.

Under the gaze of everyone, Wang Renqi led the six patriarchs behind him to sit down.

After they sat down, the heads of many low-level families stepped forward one by one to say hello to Wang Renqi and others.

When Wang Renqi and the others saw this, they took it for granted and responded lightly.

But Lin Yuankui who was at the side laughed softly when he saw this scene, and said, "Hehe, the Meng family is really poor. In the blink of an eye, those people have left the Meng family in the cold."

Chen Lezhi echoed, "I earned some spirit stones in the county town in the past two months, so I thought my family could be on par with high-ranking families, but I don't know, they are still far behind!"

The conversation between Lin Yuankui and Chen Lezhi did not avoid Meng Jingshan and Meng Haoran at all. The former spoke in this way just to stimulate them.

Meng Haoran was immune to the sarcasm of Lin Yuankui and Chen Lezhi after the disdain and contempt of Wang Renqi from the royal family of Beicheng, and he did not take it to heart.

Just as the hall was in chaos, master Hu Huili walked out slowly from the back hall and said loudly: "Quiet, magistrate Song is here!"

When everyone heard this, they stood up to greet him.

At this time, Song Zhiyi, the county magistrate, was wearing ordinary clothes, walked out the door, cupped his hands with a smile and said: "Everyone, we are meeting in private today, so there is no need to be bound by etiquette. Please take your seats."

After the voice fell, everyone found their own seats and sat down.

At this moment, the county magistrate Song Zhiyi's voice suddenly sounded.

"Old Meng, you are here, please sit down!"

As he said that, County Magistrate Song Zhiyi pointed in one direction, and said to Master Hu Huili, "Quickly set up a seat for Mr. Meng!"

Everyone gasped as they looked in the direction of County Magistrate Song Zhiyi's finger.

The direction that the county magistrate Song Zhiyi pointed to was exactly the area where the seven nine-rank cultivation families sat!

Meng Jingshan and Meng Haoran were also slightly taken aback when they heard the words.

Master Hu Huili moved a grand master's chair and said with a smile: "Old Meng, the county magistrate has already invited you to take a seat, what are you waiting for?"

Meng Jingshan is an old ghost, seeing the double reeds of Song Zhiyi, the county magistrate, and Hu Huili, the master, he knew that the reason for inviting the Meng family over today was to raise the status of the Meng family.

After thinking about this point clearly, Meng Jingshan no longer hesitated, cupped his hands, and led Meng Haoran to the area of ​​the seventh-rank and ninth-rank cultivation families, and sat down slowly.

When everyone saw that Meng Jingshan of the Meng family was really sitting beside the patriarchs of the seventh-rank and ninth-grade cultivation families with the support of Meng Haoran, they were shocked.

Even Lin Yuankui and Chen Lezhi, who had just sneered at Meng Jingshan and Meng Haoran, changed their expressions drastically.

How did they expect that the Meng family, who had just become an upstart, would be so welcomed by the county magistrate Song Zhiyi!

It was even more unexpected that Meng Jingshan would actually sit down in front of the heads of the seven great families!

You know, for thousands of years, in Qingyang County, even the county magistrates who are on the same level as the seventh-rank and ninth-rank cultivation families have changed. There has never been a person sitting together!

But now, they have seen it.

Just as Meng Jingshan sat down, Wang Renqi, who was sitting next to County Magistrate Song Zhiyi, looked down at Yang Shouren, the Yang family in Xicheng.

Yang Shouren and Wang Renqi have been the Patriarchs of the Ninth Grade Cultivation Family for decades, and they have learned a lot from the look of each other.

I saw Yang Shouren of the Yang family in Xicheng leaning on the chair, cupped his hands towards the county magistrate Song Zhiyi, and said softly: "The old man is blind, if I read correctly, the county magistrate should be the one who gave the seat to the Meng family."

County magistrate Song Zhiyi seemed to have guessed that after he asked Meng Jingshan to sit, someone would definitely jump out and speak, so he was not annoyed, and said with a smile: "Old Yang, you are in good health. The seat was given to the men of the Meng family."

"Oh I got it."

Speaking of this, Yang Shouren's originally muddy Shuangyang suddenly flashed a cold light, and asked sharply: "Dare to ask the county magistrate, what qualifications does Meng Jingshan have to sit with us and other patriarchs?"

County magistrate Song Zhiyi asked back: "Why can't he, Meng Jingshan, sit with you?"

Yang Shouren replied: "Our seven families are all nine-rank cultivating families. It was granted by the emperor's order thousands of years ago. It was the county governor who personally proclaimed that he was named a rank-ranking family. His Meng family is just a small low-ranking family with no rank. The rank is in the body, and there are no foundation building monks, may I ask the county magistrate, what qualifications does Meng Jingshan have to sit with me and the rank family head?"

County magistrate Song Zhiyi explained: "Old Yang, you may not have heard what I said clearly just now. When I first came in, I said that today we are meeting in private, so there is no need to be bound by etiquette. I and Meng The old man has a very good personal relationship, so why not invite him to sit next to me?"

Where did Yang Shouren think that Song Zhiyi, the county magistrate, would join him here, but for a while, he didn't know how to refute.

At this time, master Hu Huili came over and said in a low voice: "Old Yang, please take a seat. The county magistrate has important matters to discuss today, so don't waste time."

Hearing this, Yang Shouren snorted softly, rolled his eyes at Master Hu Huili, sat down on the chair, and stopped talking.

Seeing this, County Magistrate Song Zhiyi slowly got up.