After walking for nearly an hour, Xiahou Qing said, "It's here."

Ten feet away in front is a large palace-like building, solemn and thick, and grand.

Xiahou Qingsu said, "Old ancestor, bring the guests!"

An old voice inside said, "Come in!"

Xiahou Qing made a gesture of inviting Yan Qingrui, and Yan Qingrui did not hesitate and walked forward.

Step by step, very steady and calm.

Looking inside from the door of the hall, the decoration inside is not luxurious, but it is simple and heavy, exuding a kind of elegance of a big and clumsy shape! Solemnity is the tone, majesty is its soul, and simplicity is its shape, but there is a kind of stern power. If a coward comes here, I am afraid that this open-minded hall will make people feel confused.

Yan Qingrui seemed to have not seen the majesty that was coming to her face and walked slowly forward.

The main hall is more than ten feet long. On a chair, there is an old man in his seventies with silver hair and silver beard. Although he is not a childish face, he is also energetic. Especially his eyes, as if he is full of all kinds of changes in the world, he also has a kind of wisdom that can see through people at a glance. The occasional light that is almost impossible to look directly at.

In addition to this old man, there was a man sitting at the lower head, a middle-aged man in his forties. He was majestic and majestic, and he was not angry but powerful. The majesty that he had in the upper position for a long time seemed to be very human.

However, Yan Qingrui didn't care. Her eyes were as clear as water, and she was not moved. Her actions were plain and natural, and she was calm and composed.

Xiahou Qing whispered: "Have you seen your ancestors and the head of the family?"

Yan Qingrui stood ten feet away from the old man, clasped her fists and bowed, and said, "The younger generations from the rivers and lakes have met the ancestors of Xiahou! Have met the head of the Xiahou family!"

Two pairs of eyes fell on Yan Qingrui's face as soon as she entered the hall. Both faces were indistinguishable. At this moment, the middle-aged man said, "What's your name?"

"Sister Yan Qingrui!"

The middle-aged Xiahou family head said, "Are you the new martial arts leader in the Qingzhou Jianghu?"

“That’s right!”

"At a young age, how can you be recognized by the Qingzhou world?" The middle-aged man seemed to smile faintly. This sounded like a ridicule, but with such expressions and tone, it seemed like a joke.

Yan Qingrui said: "The seniors from Qingzhou Jianghu are supporting the backwards and are willing to give the younger generation the opportunity to train and work hard. Although the younger generation is not virtuous, they are lucky!"

"Hahahaha, I'm so lucky!" The middle-aged man couldn't help laughing.

However, the old man's eyes fell on Yan Qingrui, but the light in his eyes became even more intense. From beginning to end, he didn't say anything. Of course, a junior was probably not worthy of his ancestor's personal inquiry.

This old man is Xiahou Chongjin, the ancestor of the Xiahou family. The middle-aged man is Xiahou Haohai, the head of the Xiahou family. Any one of them is enough to make people feel scared. Now there are two.

Such interviews are definitely of high specifications.

Yan Qingrui felt something was wrong. Even if she had gained a certain status in the Qingzhou Jianghu and became the leader of the martial arts world in Qingzhou, the position of this leader should be insignificant and insignificant for the Xiahou Shi family. However, how could such a small junior in the Jianghu who was not worth mentioning be able to let the head of the Xiahou Shi family and the ancestors meet in person?
Chapter completed!