This family gathering, which was originally extremely warm, suddenly took a turn after Fan Wenzhi's last suggestion, and everyone accepted it by default. In the end, Fan Nanjiang stipulated that the old house would only open after 8 o'clock during the day and close before 6 o'clock in the afternoon; during this time, Fan Nanjiang would open the cellar himself, and the rest of the time, if the villagers wished, they could organize their own rotation on duty.

Of course, in order to avoid suspicion, Fan Nanjiang couldn't go back to his old house to live. As for Fan Qianye, who was recuperating in the house, everyone knew that his ability to act was limited, and no one would be stupid enough to ask him to avoid suspicion and move out. After all, no matter who proposes it, it is possible to give the opportunity not to push the boat down the river: since the old brother is thoughtful and kind-hearted, why don't you let Fan Qianye live in your house temporarily?

In the eyes of the clansmen, he was not only useless, but also a pedantic scholar who had lost his family business, and he didn't know how many days he could live. No one wants to be burdened with that.

Finally, Fan Nanjiang said: "This old mansion is not only an ancestral property, but also a sect dojo. If it is sold this time, then it will be sold, and the matter of the sect will have the opportunity to discuss with the current head in the future. But in case the deal doesn't work out, then it's still a sect dojo, and I'll still be the head of the family to make sure it's complete and thorough. If anyone takes advantage of the fire to rob and moves every brick and tile, grass and tree of the old house, and the ancestral family law can't control it, then we will solve it in the rivers and lakes. ”

In Yunsheng Valley, there is no one who does not know what the Jianghu method is, and of course, everyone also knows that in the Fan family clan, there is no one who Fan Nanjiang can't solve.

There's no need to explain too much; Fan Nanjiang's last sentence was particularly sonorous and powerful.

The banquet broke up unhappily, Fan Nanjiang and Lin Chuyi took the lead in saying goodbye and going out, and they didn't bother to say hello to Master Shen, who came to "help" from the Black Mountain Hall.

The two of them were walking through the village, and in the alleyway, there were three or three clansmen following them. Most of them are in the meeting and discussion, and there are not many words. Although they came in different places, they were all warmly invited, hoping that Fan Nanjiang would settle down in their home. Everyone knows that apart from the old house, this contemporary head of the family has no place to live.

Everyone was very sincere, but they just said that they were all blood relatives of the clan, and it was rare to come back. It's a pity that Fan Nanjiang refused, only saying that he had his own arrangements.

In the end, even Fan Jishe and Fan Deshen, who were disrespectful at the beginning of the party, chased after each other, and the faces of these two, once they became sincere, were really wonderful, and their expressions were very rich. They also realized that hugging Fan Wenzhi's thighs for a lifetime may not be as good as Fan Nanjiang's face-to-face teaching them a few words tonight.

Lin Chuyi watched from the sidelines the appearance of these incomprehensible characters one by one, and one by one they were disgraced by Fan Nanjiang, and they struggled to endure laughter. When Van der Sen finally appeared, he finally couldn't help but laugh, only to be glared at by Fan Nanjiang.

After sending away the sour teacher, Fan Nanjiang sighed and said, "In Yunsheng Valley, is it very disappointing to make such a joke?"

Lin Chuyi: "The human nature of the world is like this. Everyone in the world has a profit

instinct. If you think that this is only the only one in Yunsheng Valley, then you look up to your Fan family too much. ”

Fan Nanjiang's face was grim, and he nodded, "Thank you." ”

The aura in the mountains in this area is very abundant and vigorous. Lin Chuyi and Fan Nanjiang practiced all night on the top of the high mountain behind Yunsheng Valley. Rub your hands and learn, feed your fists and temper them, and change your hands to boxing fights, and enjoy it. When he reached the birth of the yin and yang, Lin Chuyi told Fan Nanjiang some of his experiences in qi cultivation.

Fan Nanjiang suddenly forgot all the troubles and sorrows of the sect family during the day, his mood was clear, he sat down cross-legged, and quietly settled down. With Lin Chuyi as his protector, and at the top of his own mountain full of spiritual energy, Fan Nanjiang's qi practice this night was very fast.

It's been many years since I've been able to practice qi so purely!

When he opened his eyes again, Fan Nanjiang saw bluestone blocks on the ground, all of which were of average size, and the incision was smooth, like a knife. When I looked around, the few huge bluestones that were scattered around were gone. The Tailing in Lin Chu's hand swung out an arc shadow, a sword qi like a green mang, just cutting the last piece of bluestone.

The sword born of the royal qi is so powerful. Fan Nanjiang was an eye-opener.

This section of the Yunsheng Valley mountain range is shaped like a harpoon. The two mountains on the left and right stretch out far away, plunging into the mountains that resemble schools of fish in the distance. The middle one is the hill where the Fan family village in Yunsheng Valley is located, although it is slightly low, but it looks quiet and unusually quiet surrounded by high mountains on three sides. In the early morning, the vast sea of clouds overflows the entire valley, and the hill is like a boat going out to sea, floating on the sea of clouds, like a fairyland.

Standing on the top of the mountain, looking at the beautiful scenery in the valley, Fan Nanjiang was refreshed and full of ambition. It's just that when he thinks that in half an hour, he will have to go down the mountain to open the cellar of the old mansion, and let that black smoke miasma flow across the sect's dojo, and his heart is depressed.

Lin Chuyi: "Ever since I taught Fan Chaogui boxing, I have a feeling that the internal strength of Famen Boxing is almost the same as that of Zhenwu Taiji. Although many of these detailed methods are not the same, the traces of the same origin and the same sect are very obvious. If your Yiyun Patriarch is really a disciple of Sanfeng Zhenjun back then, then Zhang Sanfeng's true inner boxing method, especially Tai Chi Kung Fu, should be the Tai Chi Gate One Pulse Exercise passed on by Fu Xi, but in the rivers and lakes of the past dynasties, there are many variations, so now the world's transmission is no longer what it used to be. The Famen faction should be due to the fact that the times are deep in the valley, and the inheritance is especially pure. ”

Fan Nanjiang said: "Since I took over with you, I also have feelings. Therefore, I insist on worshipping under your door, no matter what, in the sect, there must always be a glimmer of hope and a little fire. It's a pity that the Fa faction, in the hands of me and my junior brother Jijun, has declined. ”

That is just a little bit of emotion, after a night of meditation, Fan Nanjiang seemed to return to normal in an instant, turned his head and smiled: "With your guidance, the growth of internal cultivation is really abnormal." In a few years, I, the head of the family and uncle, am afraid that I will not be able to kill that kid. ”

In the words, there is both pride and regret.

Lin Chu

A: "I've always had an idea. At present, since it is not possible to formally worship the master, it is just an idea. Once I have broken through the Refining Realm and officially performed the ceremony of initiation and apprenticeship, I will discuss with Master to set up a Taiji Gate that embraces all rivers. ”

"That's not a pure inheritance. Fan Nanjiang was stunned.

Lin Chuyi looked at him and said with a look of discussion: "I think it's a greater inheritance. Whether it's a technique or a practice, in fact, they can all participate in the cultivation and verification together, or they can trace their origins and complement each other's mistakes. There's no need to dwell on the walls of a family. ”

Fan Nanjiang's eyes lit up, but he shook his head lightly and said, "You young people, you dare to think about it." ”

Then he added: "Among the hundred rivers, you might as well count a small stream here with me." ”

Lin Chuyi smiled and nodded, in fact, he said so much, just for his sentence. It is not only for Fan Nanjiang, who was originally difficult to talk about some things, but also for himself.

At the appointed time, when Fan Nanjiang developed the old house and opened the cellar, although he still had a sigh on his face, there was not much sadness in his eyes.

More than six feet long, the pure yang ink iron shaped like a giant sword weighed more than 100 catties. In front of everyone's eyes, Fan Nanjiang walked out of the cellar with both hands in his hands, and he didn't seem to be so laborious.

As soon as the ink iron enters the skylight, the colorful luster circulates and is very bright. Lin Chuyi secretly wondered, the physical and spiritual power of this thing is not as good as the sundial needle Tailing, and the size is only four or five times that of Tailing, but its weight is ten times that of Tailing, I don't know what the reason is.

The villagers who are eyeing the old house have little interest in this black and swarthy thing, and it is estimated that Fan Nanjiang is placed in the local area, and most people will be too heavy. It can be seen that this head of the family was at the banquet yesterday, and his careful explanation of pure yang ink iron was completely superfluous.

The villagers were inside and outside the house, patrolling in and out, and all kinds of utensils in their hands opened the eyes of the two people who were studying pure yang ink iron in the courtyard.

Metal probes, pulse detectors, all forms, you name it. This scene, which seems to be the suggestion that Fan Wenzhi had to give by chance, has obviously been planned in the village for a long time.

It's a pity that in these old mansions hundreds of years ago, there are no gold and iron things in the walls, pillars and floors, and there are very few alarms for all kinds of utensils that have been transmitted in a certain treasure.

Occasionally, a detector sounded a dense alarm, and everyone swarmed around, and the probe of the detector was being fixed outside the fence by its owner, Fan Daniu, in a shallow grass.

His son is only fourteen or fifteen years old, and he looks good, but he follows his father, and he is as strong as an adult. At this time, the sturdy young man had already waved the Luoyang shovel in his hand, shoveled off the turf, and dug down.

The crowd around had different expressions, but they couldn't take their eyes off it.

It was just a piece of floating soil, which was very easy to dig through, and at a depth of thirty or forty centimeters, the Luoyang shovel touched a hard object, and the sound was like inserting gravel.

The sturdy young man put the Luoyang shovel aside, and carefully picked up the dirt with both hands, and suddenly with a "huh" sound, there was an extra red blood on the palm that was quickly withdrawn

Trace.

Fan Daniu immediately squatted down, stretched out his hand to push the young man aside, and dug out the handful of hard objects with his own hands.

It was just a small cluster of rusty iron arrowheads! I think it was left behind by the ancestors of the Fan family in the battle against the invaders in the ancient war era, when the rogue was rampant. Buried deep in the ground and eroded over time, the shaft of the arrow has long since turned into dirt.

Originally, the colorful expressions on everyone's faces turned into bursts of sighs at this time, and this kind of chaotic sighs naturally had their own deep meanings and were not worth mentioning.

Fan Daniu was annoyed, and kicked the detector pole on the side, and then carefully picked it up, and after careful inspection, fortunately there was no obvious damage.

Today, Fan Qianye did not stay in bed to recuperate, but got up early in the morning, staggered to the corridor in the courtyard, and sat down leaning on the pillars. He stayed in the courtyard all day, not saying a word, his face was expressionless, except that he would get up and walk around from time to time.

On weekdays, he can make his own fire and cook simple meals. Several close clansmen grow vegetables in a vegetable plot behind the old house all year round, and the meat is sold by dealers on motorcycles to each house, so Fan Qianye's daily diet and daily life can barely take care of himself.

A chaotic and boring day has passed.

Fan Nanjiang originally planned to deposit the ink iron in the home of a reliable clansman first. Lin Chuyi said: "Why don't we study it after practicing tonight?" Anyway, we have a few days to think about it carefully. After all, it is something that your Fan family has guarded for hundreds of years from generation to generation. You can't just pass it off for some reason. - I'm just suggesting. ”

Fan Nanjiang thought about it, so he cooked in the old house in the evening, fried a good dish, and ate it with his brother before going out with Lin Chuyi.

When I went out, in the courtyard of the old house and outside the wall, there were villagers sitting and chatting. These people, apparently, are on duty here in turn after treasure hunting time, and at the same time supervise each other.

Although they have their own thoughts, these villagers are respectful to Fan Nanjiang at this time, and they know that it is useless, so they still invite them one after another, hoping that the two of them can settle down in their homes.

Fan Nanjiang had long lost the patience to refuse, so he just hugged his fists and thanked everyone with a solemn expression, and then turned around with Lin Chuyi.

Although tomorrow morning, here and now, there will still be goodbye, but the lonely back of the black iron giant sword in hand is nothing more than a heavy goodbye.

Although thousands of people have gone to me.

(End of chapter)