The power of the family is scattered in the hands of these dozen or so people in the main hall at this moment.

Needless to say, Elder Zhuji and the Patriarch must be top figures from above.

Sitting on the far right, the thin old man with red hair and yellow eyes is Zeng Tingxuan, a first-class guest.

The Chen family's conditions for hiring Keqing are strict.

Except for the foundation building monks, if they want to become the guest secretary of the Chen family, they must master an outstanding auxiliary path.

For example, alchemy, talisman making, animal taming, etc.

At present, there are a total of three guest secretaries in the family.

Zeng Tingxuan is the only first-class guest among them.

This person was originally a casual cultivator, and he defected to the Chen family with the cultivation in the early stage of foundation building, and it has been almost sixty years.

He was proficient in refining weapons, and several elders had received his favors.

Zeng Tingxuan's status is very high, although he is surnamed Keqing, but the core affairs of the family will generally consider his opinions.

Under the foundation of several people, there were the five hall deacons and three old elders of the ninth layer of Qi training.

They are more or less in control of a key property of the family.

As soon as Chen Ping stepped into the palace gate, several eyes gathered together.

There are scrutiny, curiosity, and kindness.

Chen Zhoukang on the side was depressed, and for the first time he felt the taste of being left out.

"I've seen the patriarchs, the elders, and the great-seniors!"

Chen Ping was calm, stepped forward quickly, and saluted one by one.

"Okay, don't scare the juniors."

Chen Xiangwen's eyes were like a spring, and he whispered a word, revealing an undoubted majesty.

"Is he a porcelain doll, so careless!"

A round and jade female voice sounded, but unfortunately it was mixed with a ridicule.

Chen Ping looked up and saw that it was a woman in blue with a gorgeous face who said this.

The soft waist is slender, the jade neck is slender, the temperament is dusty, and the face is similar to Chen Yiruo.

She is the second elder Chen Munian, Chen Yiru's aunt.

These two have almost the same personality and temperament, more like a mother and daughter.

Both of them are exceptionally strong, which also leads to a very unharmonious relationship between the aunt and nephew.

"Auntie, if you are an elder, you must have the measure of being an elder, otherwise you will not live for more than a hundred years in vain!"

Chen Ping didn't feel anything, but Chen Yiru couldn't stand it anymore, and said with a sneer, not giving Chen Munian any face at all.

"Hehe, meaning to protect the calf like this, isn't it possible to think of someone when you see this?"

Chen Munian's face remained unchanged, and he replied with a smile.

"Auntie, you have been chic all your life, who else can worry about when you are old?"

Chen Yiru immediately fought back without pretending to be colored.

Chen Munian lived for more than 150 years, had no children and no daughters, and never had a mortal heart for any monks of the opposite sex.

This is inseparable from her cultivation of the family's Zhen clan exercises since she was a child, and the water clear heart technique.

This trick is too forgetful.

Cultivating to the depths, the practitioner has only heaven and earth in his heart, and he is ruthless and desireless.

Although Chen Munian has not reached that extreme point, with the improvement of his realm, he naturally has a boundless alienation from his flesh and blood.

In the final analysis, the essence of Shui Qing's heart is to be thin and cold, and she can't be blamed entirely.

But Chen Yiru couldn't understand it.

The family didn't choose so many exercises, but they practiced the water clear heart recipe that was good for themselves.

Now that the gap between her aunt and nephew is growing, shouldn't this be something she could have predicted?

"That's it! You two are an elder, don't let the juniors see the jokes. ”

Chen Xiangwen interrupted the dispute between the two and said unhappily.

Others are deaf and deaf, and they are not surprised by this.

"Chen Ping, how long did it take you to advance the Fire Wheel to the Great Perfection?"

The question was asked by a middle-aged monk who was six feet tall, with wide shoulders and long hands, and wearing a cyan robe.

Every move of sitting there is full of majesty.

It's just that his face is covered with purple spots, like the lines of a thousand-legged centipede, which is really a bit crazy.

Chen Xingchao, a top-grade Lei Linggen monk with superior combat power.

In addition to the Great Elder Chen Xiangwen, the Haichang Chen clan has the highest status among him.

In a short time, when he breaks through to the late stage of foundation building, he will become the first person of the Chen family worthy of the name!

"Fifteen years."

Chen Ping blurted out.

"Although the Fire Wheel is a red-grade spell, ordinary people will never be able to advance to the pinnacle without thirty or forty years of water grinding kung fu."

Chen Xingchao's eyes flashed with approval, and he said with relief: "My Chen family is prosperous." ”

"What Xing Chao said is right, my Haichang Chen clan has produced two high-grade spiritual root foundation elders in the past hundred years, and there are Lin'er juniors like Ping'er, it seems that it is not far from the expansion of the family."

Chen Xiangwen twisted his white beard and said comfortingly.

Chen Tong said with a smile: "Zhoukang, this kid is also full of stamina, no worse than Ping'er. ”

Patriarch Xie complimented. Zhou Kang felt that except for alchemy, he was far from his brother in other aspects. ”

Chen Zhoukang said humbly.

"Ping'er, Kang'er, you two will stand aside and listen first."

Chen Xiangwen ordered, his eyes swept around the main hall, and he said, "I have summoned you to the council hall today because I have a few things to discuss with you. ”

"In the battle of Fujishan Island, my Chen family lost nine Qi Cultivators. Among them, three are descendants and six are collaterals. ”

"The family will give their loved ones a generous pension within a month, and tentatively distribute 1,300 family contribution points."

"Do you have any comments?"

After he finished speaking, the audience was still silent, which meant that the proposal was passed.

The Chen family's pension has always been generous, and under the deterrence of the foundation builders, no one dares to fight the idea of this money.

"In addition, this truce was initiated by the Meng family, and they paid a total of 30,000 spirit stones. What I mean is that the spirit stone is dead, and the foundation building monk is the root. ”

"Therefore, I plan to exchange the spirit stone for Tsukidan and rush into the family treasury, what do you think?"

Chen Xiangwen turned his head and glanced at Chen Xingchao, and said slowly.

The associated kamikaze sand mine on Fujiyama Island is only a tiny vein, and the net profit after mining is about 100,000 spirit stones.

The foundation building masters of the Chen family's camp almost poured out of the nest, and it took several months to win about 30% of the share.

In fact, it is not a loss but a gain.

If it weren't for the harsh cultivation environment on Fujishan Island, and the emptiness of defense on Haichang Island, Chen Xiangwen would not want to end it with a tiger's head.

"I agree!"

Seeing the Great Elder's inquiring gaze, Chen Xingchao nodded and said sharply: "The Meng Yu family has been mining copper crystal ore for many years, and they have accumulated a considerable amount of resources, plus the output of the kamikaze sand mine, they can completely buy three or four Zhuji Dan. ”

"If you're lucky, there will be a few Houjin Zhuji within ten years, which is bad news for my clan."

"I agree. Prevention is a must. ”

Chen Tong said solemnly.

Chen Munian's aunt and nephew didn't speak, but they should have acquiesced.

The five major foundations are all in favor, and the deacons below will certainly not disagree.

And Chen Ping and Chen Zhoukang, two juniors, are not qualified to speak.

It is a great grace to have the right to observe the Supreme Council.

At least Chen Zhoukang feels honored.

Chen Ping, can only be described as careless.

I have experienced too many big scenes in my previous life, and I have seen it several times in person.

Such a small allocation of resources did not arouse any interest in him.