Tongxuanjie, northern Xinjiang, Fangshan.

The retreat of the avatar has been going on for a year.

During this year, the craze for large-scale development gradually subsided, and every day I saw the monks of the Royal Beast Gate vigorously making various preparations.

The attitude of the Qixia faction and the Jixia School Palace was ambiguous, the conscription order was not issued for a long time, and the major sects and scattered cultivators relaxed one after another after being nervous for a while.

After a straight line of soaring, the war materials experienced a cliff-like decline, and countless sects, businesses, and scattered cultivators suffered heavy losses, and they wailed all over the field for a while.

Bibomen's size is small, aware and awakened early, but there is nothing to lose in this trend, but to make a small profit, Mo Yan is proud every time he turns, and his enthusiasm for general affairs is more than one day at a time.

Shining spirit stones, running a sect, not everyone has the opportunity, plus, since entering the fifth layer of Qi training, the progress of cultivation has been slowing down day by day, so slow that if you count his yang life, no one will be optimistic.

You know, the older the foundation building, the more dangerous it is, few people succeed in building the foundation in the gray-haired stage, and when the deadline is approaching, the foundation is not the foundation, that is looking for death.

After painful choices and hesitations, Mo Yan simply gave up the idea of moving forward on the avenue, and devoted himself to running the general affairs and his family.

No, as soon as Su Cheng came out, he was shocked to hear that his third room was born to Lin'er some time ago, and today coincided with the full moon banquet.

The disciples in the door have all gone, and the place of the wedding banquet is not far away, at the foot of Fangshan Mountain.

When Su Cheng arrived, the ritual music played, and hundreds of Xianfan people came out to greet him collectively.

As Su Cheng walked, he looked at the courtyard outside Mo Yuanwai with great interest.

Compared with the bitterness on the mountain, the wealth of this world is really charming to the eye.

When they arrived at the main hall, they naturally took the head of the case, and everyone finished the ceremony and sat down one by one.

"You don't have to be formal today!" Su Cheng waved his hand and said with a smile.

"Obey the orders of the master's uncle!" all the disciples responded in unison.

Today's Bibomen is no longer two or three kittens, and the monks up and down are close to thirty, and the relatives of each family are a big family.

There are monks on the mountain, there are close relatives who are attached to the mountain, and there are mortals who serve on the mountain, and there are more than 2,000 people in the forest.

Lingshan gradually prospered, and the sect gradually prospered, which can be seen so far.

Of course, these are all appearances, and the foundation is still in the practice of the monks in the sect.

There is nothing more to say in this regard.

In the Bibo Gate, the proportion of monks has gone far and wide, and Su Cheng's name of 'fiery eyes' is getting louder and louder, and every time he goes out, there are monks who come to the door to seek advice.

The consultation fee is naturally expensive, it is his personal body, and the sky is pitiful, until this time, the dignified head of Bibo, the foundation monk, can be regarded as getting rid of the abject poverty of getting a 'dead salary'.

With the spirit stone, daily practice and use, finally bid farewell to the state of 'eating soft rice', although the 'Linggui Dan' is still unaffordable, but it has entered the well-off stage, much stronger than the average sect monks and scattered cultivators.

With no distractions, the resources will keep up again, and the effect will naturally be immediate.

For more than a year since the ontology has been hiding in the real world, the third layer of foundation building has been in sight, and compared with the progress of one level in four years, it is undoubtedly an extremely surprising change.

When the cups were staggered, Mi Yue also rushed to hear the news, and the female disciples who were having a banquet alone in the inner courtyard came out to greet them.

"I see that the master of the sect is out of the customs this time, the inside and outside are transparent, full of vitality, and the divine light is introverted, I think I must have gained a lot!" Mo Yan was drunk, for himself and for the sect.

"Yes!" Su Cheng nodded with a smile, holding the wine glass, shaking the spirit wine slightly, watching the disciples screaming and messing around, "The third layer of the foundation is not far away. ”

"This is really gratifying, according to this progress, the head of the family is bound to get married. Wu You on the side was first surprised, and then gloomy.

Now he is in his thirties, in the blink of an eye, the immature youth has matured, the middle stage of Qi training, the realm of the fourth layer, is the same level as Mo Yan, a slight advantage is that he is younger, compared to the rising star in the door, it is far from enough.

Mo Yan is desperate, and he is not far away.

The bronze crane (incense burner) that spreads its wings exudes a faint light smoke, the ethereal and faint Zen incense surrounds the nose, the empty and heavy hall is full of splendor, and after a few cases, the disciples (males) put down the reserve of the immortal master, put aside the pressure of practice, drink, argue, fight, and laugh.

This situation made Su Cheng slightly smoky, it was rare to relax, and he didn't want to spoil the atmosphere, so he didn't care about Wu You's gloom.

Halfway through, a swaddling baby was carried to the front hall by a beautiful and weak beauty, and was respectfully sent to Su Cheng.

Su Cheng took it carefully, glanced at Mo Yan and Mrs. Ru's expectant eyes, and said with a smile: "What can such a small doll see?"

Mo Yan smiled dryly, Mrs. Ru didn't dare to say much, but kept kowtowing.

"That's it!"

Su Cheng's eyes closed, two fingers on the baby's eyebrows, his lips squirmed a few times, and he opened his eyes.

Twisted beard pondered for a moment, and said one word: "Good!"

Mo Yan naturally smiled, and his face was as surprised as his wife, "Daojun is above, and the letter girl is ......"

"Before the head of the uncle, why did he get so carried away and not retreat!"

"Yes, yes, the slave family retires, retires!"

Su Cheng smiled and picked up his wine glass.

I thought it was a rare relaxation and leisure, but I didn't expect that near the end, something went wrong in the inner courtyard.

Zhen Wan didn't know why, she had a dispute with her good sister and best friend Yin Yuehua, and the two didn't wait for the banquet to end, so they drove the flying sword and flew away one south and one north.

Su Cheng hurriedly found someone to come over and ask the reason.

This is a backward female disciple, fifteen or sixteen years old, the first time she faced the head of the uncle at close range, and she said a rough idea like a quail.

After listening to the cause and effect, Su Cheng was a little stunned.

It turned out to be a matter of men and women.

Yin Yuehua, Shi Kang, and Lin Jinyun's triangular entanglement.

Unconsciously, it turned out that Yin Yuehua, who was out-of-the-box, naïve, clingy and a little unscrupulous, was already twenty-six years old.

“…… Uncle Zhen persuaded Senior Sister Yin to concentrate on the avenue, but somehow, she had a quarrel. The female disciple replied uneasily.

Su Cheng was stunned for a moment, and then waved his hand to let the female disciple retreat.

After a while, he suddenly smiled again and put it away.

Everyone has their own fate, joys and sorrows, joys and sorrows, love and hatred, how can it be the same?

Isn't there a saying that says this: we must look at people and things from the perspective of development, and we can't ask for fish from wood and sword from boat?

That night, when Mi Yue was tactful and affectionate under Su Cheng, she unconsciously shouted, "Please, please give Yue'er an heir." ”