said so, but he didn't see Yuling with his own eyes, and the old man still couldn't help but worry. And he hasn't seen Yuling for four years, Yu Daoren has been holding back his stomach and wants to talk to him, and now he will naturally feel lost.

The whole Yufu said that he favored Yu Qingxuan too much, Yu Daoren did not deny this, he could not share the same love among each of the four sons, and he would inevitably like the talented and understanding younger son.

After the disappearance of Yu Qingxuan and Yun Mengdie, most of this preference was poured into Yu Ling. Yu Daoren always thought that his poor grandson was already lonely and bitter without his parents to take care of him, if he didn't accompany him a little more, how uncomfortable would Ling Er feel in his heart?

Even if it is so much loved, what if it is doting, no matter how much it can't fill the two loves that Ling Er lacks.

In the four years that Yu Ling was absent from Mingyu, Yu Daoren spent a lot of time thinking about him every day, worrying about what if he was bullied outside? What should I do if no one takes care of him? What should I do if I am lonely? Do you have any friends to get along with? Will my cultivation go smoothly? Will I not get used to it in Huayu?

The thought of a twelve-year-old boy living alone in such a distant place fills Yu Daoren with endless worries.

Although I heard Yu Qingyuan repeatedly say that Yu Ling had tossed a sect on his own in Huayu and had a good life, Yu Daoren would rest assured that he kept sending people to Huayu to collect news, and always paid attention to Yu Ling's situation.

But those news were vague, he only knew that Yuling went to the academy, and it seemed to be quite famous, but then I don't know what happened, and there was no news after Yuling went to the ice domain. In the past two years, Yu Daoren only felt that every day was extremely tormented, and he had nightmares more than once, dreaming that Yu Ling would never come back.

The old man was haggard day by day, and he didn't even bother to pay attention to the small actions of Yuqing Heyang Fengyin and tossing.

Is your heart cold, or is it tired of it?

He couldn't tell, he just wanted to see his grandson come back safely.

So without warning, Yuling appeared in front of him, as if it was just an unreal dream.

So when Yu Ling went to pursue Yu Qinghe, Yu Daoren inevitably began to suffer from gains and losses, as if Yu Ling was not in his sight for a moment, and he could not feel at ease for a moment.

"Dad, don't be like this, Ling'er will definitely be fine. Yu Qingyuan looked at the old man who was looking forward to it, and couldn't help but comfort.

Sometimes, Yu Daoren is too concerned and partial to Yu Ling, and even he, who is the second uncle, feels a little jealous.

Yu Daoren said worriedly: "Even if Ling'er is very strong, but this kid is so simple, what if he is accidentally calculated by Qinghe?"

"......" Yu Qingyuan was speechless for a long time before he said weakly: "Dad, Ling'er is not as ...... as you think That's what. In fact, if he can organize a sect, no matter how big or small, he will definitely not be so easily deceived......"

Yu Daoren was about to open his mouth, when suddenly there was a commotion outside the door, and when he turned to look, Yu Ling was dragging a bunch of people with a rope and stepped on the threshold of the Jade Mansion.

"I'll give you some face, can I walk in by myself?" Yu Ling said as he threw the group of captives he was dragging through the door and said to the gray-faced man beside him.

In front of everyone's eyes, where was Yu Qinghe willing to stay for a second longer, he hurriedly walked into the Jade Mansion with his head down, the shame in his heart was about to turn into a wild wave, but he couldn't help Yuling at all.

"Ling'er, are you okay?" Yu Daoren didn't even look at Yu Qinghe, and cared about Yu Ling for the first time.

"Of course it's fine, but it's a pity that I ran away. Yuling said casually.

"Who ran away?" asked Yu Qingyuan.

"What's that called...... Just that Illusory God Cultivator?" Yu Ling said.

"Gong Poying......" Someone next to him answered weakly.

"Well, yes, when I chased him out, he was long gone, do you think he will come back to save you?"

Yu Qinghe had a gloomy face and did not speak.

Yu Daoren and Yu Qingyuan were already stunned, that is a phantom god powerhouse, what is the matter with Ling Er's nonchalant tone? They have forced people to run away everywhere, Ling Er is still not satisfied? Is it really possible to catch Gong Poying back?

"I don't think so. If I were him, I would probably disappear with Yu Miao, and wait until the Ping family and the Yu family are almost fighting, and then see if there is a chance for the fisherman to profit, don't you say?" Yu Ling asked with a smile.

Yu Qinghe's heart was cold, and his perception of Yuling changed again.

This nephew, who disappeared for four years and only recovered, is no longer the ignorant boy he was back then, and the fact that he can see this is enough to prove his mind.

In this way, his seemingly reckless and impulsive move today actually only chose the most time-saving and labor-saving method, not that he was really brave and unscrupulous.

Things that can be solved with fists, obviously don't need to spend so much brains.

"It's really troublesome, I'm not worried about being stared at by a phantom master, but you still have to pay more attention to grandpa. Yuling reminded.

Yu Daoren hurriedly said: "Ling'er, don't be careless, in case that phantom god powerhouse doesn't want to sneak attack shamelessly, it's still very dangerous......"

"Well, I know. Yuling didn't brush off the old man's kindness.

He took one last look at Yu Qinghe, and then said knowingly: "Grandpa, you take care of the business first, and we'll talk later." ”

When Yu Ling walked away, Yu Daoren didn't speak, just quietly looked at Yu Qinghe in front of him.

The atmosphere seemed to freeze, and both of them stood still.

In the end, it was Yu Daoren who scolded coldly: "Rebel, don't kneel down yet!"

Yu Qinghe still stood motionless, his expression indifferent.

"Big brother, don't go too far!" Yu Qingyuan frowned.

Yu Qinghe raised his head and looked at Yu Daoren fixedly, a self-deprecating smile suddenly appeared on his face, and he said softly, "Am I excessive?"

His face seemed to be covered with January frost, the smile on his lips gradually became crazy, and the corners of his eyes twitched: "Am I excessive?! Why don't you want to think about how you have treated me for more than thirty years!"

There was silence all around, and at some point, only the three people of Yuqinghe were left.

The Father and the Son confronted each other in this way.

Yu Qinghe didn't give his father a chance to speak, as if he had let go, and said with great resentment: "You say that I am not your son! Since the fourth brother appeared, you have never looked at me more, why, why are you so partial! Obviously, it is because of him that my mother died in childbirth!"

"Shut up!" Yu Daoren clenched his fists tightly and shouted unbearably.

Yu Qinghe didn't look like a middle-aged man in his forties at this moment, he just sneered sadly: "That's the truth! I hate him, if it weren't for him, my mother wouldn't have died! I don't believe you're not sad at all!"

Yu Daoren took a deep breath and seemed to want to say something, but in the end he didn't say a word.

"You ask yourself, we are four brothers, and your attention to the three of us is as much as one-tenth of that of the fourth brother? Okay, that's it, when I grow up later, I don't care about these things, after all, it's all a family. Even if the fourth brother is so powerful, so genius, and takes away all the eyes around me, I can bear it, and I can try to be happy for such an amazingly talented brother. ”

"I admit that I am inferior to him, so you take him as the heir, I didn't say anything, but you shouldn't have regarded me as air after the fourth brother left! I have waited so many years, and you would rather make a twelve-year-old boy your successor than let me ascend to the throne, how can you make me willing, how can I not care! I don't deny that I want to overthrow you more because of ambition, but think for yourself, are you worthy of me, are you worthy of me! I am also your son!" The Yuqing River almost roared authentically.

As if he had been hit hard, Yu Daoren's face turned pale in an instant, the wrinkles on his face were like undulating mountains, more distinct, and his back was slightly rickety, like a disheartened old man in the twilight.

Seeing him like this, Yu Qinghe, who was originally impassioned and wanted to continue, suddenly stopped talking, he was silent for a long time, his voice was low again, and he said lightly: "Forget it, what's the use of saying this, it's already come to this point, whatever you want." I advise you that you better kill me, otherwise I will not be willing to live for a day. ”

Yu Daoren was silent, and Yu Qingyuan also sighed deeply.

Probably the most constant and messy thing in this world is family affairs.

It doesn't matter who is right and who is wrong, and often the fight to the end will only end up being a lose-lose situation.

No one is the winner.