Chapter 362 Wu Shou Ceremony

Zhang Qiling nodded indifferently. Now, he felt that he had nothing to worry about.

The patriarch finally agreed, and things were arranged quickly. The clan members worked very efficiently, and the time for the family gathering was set for three days later.

Although it is said that family members are being gathered, it does not mean that all of them need to come back to watch the ceremony. It is just to notify everyone about the matter so that everyone who wants to give it a try will know and don't miss the time.

Of course, under normal circumstances, people will come back to activities like this unless they really can't leave.

During this period, Zhang Moyu taught Zhang Qiling how to cut bamboo into strips, polish them smooth, and then weave handmade bamboo balls.

The raw materials they used were the black bamboo planted next to the martial arts field. Zhang Haiyan specially transported them from Hong Kong and Taiwan for planting in the early spring of this year.

In the Zhang family's gathering place in Hong Kong and Taiwan, there is a large area of ​​carefully cultivated black and purple bamboo. At the beginning of spring, when they heard that they needed to find some plants to decorate the Qinling clan land, they directly dug up dozens of them and transported them here.

After the bamboo ball was woven and the small bronze soul-catching bell was placed inside, Zhang Qiling, at Zhang Moyu's suggestion, took several black and red silk ribbons and tied them one by one at the intersection of the bamboo strips.

After finishing it, Zhang Qiling tossed the beautiful bamboo ball in his hand. Thinking of the upcoming ceremony of selecting the chief martial artist, he felt very subtle. The more he looked at it, the more he felt that the ball in his hand looked like a hydrangea.

Their Zhang family has always liked black, so it is normal to tie black satin on the ball, but he doesn't understand why they have to tie red?

Looking at the pure red silk ribbon in his hand, Zhang Qiling cast an inquiring look at Zhang Moyu.

How could Zhang Moyu not know what he was thinking, so he spoke while holding back his laughter.

"This was also a tradition I had back then, and that's how I got through it."

However, when he took office, there was no such thing as throwing a bouquet to choose a spouse in society, so he had no psychological pressure in throwing it at that time.

Now...

The activity of throwing a bouquet to choose a husband has been widely circulated in storybooks, so it is normal for Zhang Qiling to have some subtle associations.

"Take the essence and discard the dross; this tradition can be dispensed with."

Zhang Qiling spoke seriously, wanting to argue his point, but Zhang Moyu said he didn't want to listen.

He said that since he wanted to maintain tradition, he naturally had his reasons.

"In my time, red represented killing. The Zhang family at that time was determined to make progress. Because they took it as their mission to purge the world of evil, most of them advocated fighting violence with violence and were full of murderous intent.

Now, I kept the red color because the mainstream idea in society is that red represents happiness and auspiciousness.

Although the Zhang family needs to keep their distance from normal society, they can occasionally refer to the opinions of ordinary people, which is also a good omen. "

After hearing all this, Zhang Qiling didn't even realize the necessity of tying the big red ribbon.

But he is the elder of our family, what else can we do? We should just spoil him.

Sighing helplessly in his heart, Zhang Qiling chose to indulge him.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

On the day of the family gathering, Zhang Qiling got up before dawn. He couldn't sleep when he thought about throwing a ball of embroidery... cough, throwing a bamboo ball.

Recalling the incident when Zhang Moyu instigated Zhang Ben'an to come to his room and introduce himself just a few days after they met, Zhang Qiling always had an inexplicable feeling that Zhang Moyu was disgusted with him for being single for too long, so he insisted on this tradition.

At seven o'clock, when the sun was rising, Zhang Qiling brought two elders of his family, followed by two rows of outstanding people of the "Rui" generation, who were also the people who were currently in the family to take charge of the affairs of the Zhang family.

Behind Zhang Moyu and Zhang Molan were several elderly people from the "Sheng" generation who were still alive.

A group of people went up to the terrace on the top floor of the main attic. The terrace was open to the wind on three sides. Black silk was hung on the edge of the terrace, fluttering in the wind, adding a sense of mystery to the scene.

Directly in front of the main attic is a large open space paved with bluestone bricks. At this moment, there are already several teams of people standing neatly in the center of the space.

Although everyone's expression was different, some stood straight, some stood haphazardly, but everyone's spirits were undoubtedly high, and their attention was vaguely focused on the high terrace.

The edge of the venue and several houses closer to this side are full of people. These people don't want to compete, they just want to watch the fun and wait for the results.

Zhang Qiling saw from afar that there were many people squatting on the walls of people's courtyards, standing on the roofs, and some sitting on tree trunks. He couldn't control his expression for a moment and couldn't help but twitch his mouth.

He saw it all. Among those who came to watch the fun, although most of them were from the "Hai" generation who came to join in the fun, almost all the people from the "Rui" generation were there.

Zhang Qiling quickly adjusted his expression and silently took note of these people in his heart.

The tribesmen are still too idle now. I must go back and discuss with the elders to find more things for them to do.

Everything was ready. Zhang Qiling stood in the middle of the terrace with his hands behind his back. He nodded slightly to Zhang Molan, indicating that he could start.

Because Zhang Qiling wanted to keep everything simple, Zhang Molan didn't waste any words. He walked to the edge of the terrace and spoke in a loud voice.

"Hai generation, step out!"

"exist!"

All the people with the surname "Hai" in the audience were cheered up, and all of them stood straight with solemn expressions.

Although it is not as neat as a military posture, it also has its own unique style.

Even those members of the "Hai" generation who were watching the excitement on the edge were infected by the atmosphere, and their originally frivolous mood of watching the excitement instantly turned into a solemn mood of watching the ceremony.

"I'm sure you all know why you've gathered here today, so I won't say any more.

The selection of the clan leader's personal guards will be held in the afternoon, followed by the selection of the chief warrior of the "Hai" generation.

The rules for the Wu Shou competition are very simple. The clan leader will personally drop a bamboo ball. The person who grabs the ball, climbs onto the terrace, and hands it to the clan leader will be the new Wu Shou..."

After explaining the rules, seeing that the atmosphere was gradually becoming tense, Zhang Molan narrowed his eyes and spoke again in a deep voice.

"During this period, any method is allowed, but the bamboo ball must not be damaged."

After he finished speaking, Zhang Molan glanced at the young people of the "Hai" generation one by one, then turned and nodded to Zhang Moyu.

Zhang Moyu raised one hand and waved, and immediately a tribesman came forward with a tray. At the bottom of the tray was bright red silk, and in the middle was the ball that Zhang Qiling had spent a lot of time making by hand.

Stretching out his hands to pick up the bamboo ball, Zhang Moyu slowly walked to Zhang Qiling and handed the ball to him solemnly.