Looking up at the length of the sun in the sky and the shadow of the ladder refracted on the ground, and roughly pinching his fingers against the latter to calculate the specific hour, one of the four family members first went to Lin Shaogeng's bedroom to bring a fruit plate of tea, and then went to the back kitchen to get some pastries and spring rolls and put them on the plate, and climbed up the long ladder step by step in front of the glazed tile hall of the West Courtyard, and saw that the third young master was still in a state of cultivation with his eyes closed, and walked to a distance of three meters from the wooden platform of Goolan and stood quietly without disturbing the former's cultivation.

After repeating and repetitively injecting time into another hour, with the persistence of turning hope into despair again and again, Lin Shaogen finally chose to give up for the time being, and slowly opened his eyes, the bitterness and helplessness at the corners of his mouth became even more difficult to say in words, he did not suspect that this method had no substantive effect on the star vein. However, his father Lin Batian really had to force himself to go to the wooden platform to practice for a morning every day, and he would personally inspect and verify it before lunch, if he found that there was lazy and slippery behavior in the process, he would be punished today and not allowed to eat or drink all day.

Therefore, he knew that it would be difficult to promote the re-injection of time to play a role, but Lin Shao had no way to compete with hunger, so he had to insist on practicing hard day after day, just to have a good explanation from his father, in exchange for the most ordinary and basic three meals a day. His gaze was lazy and turned slightly, scanning the tea and pastries on the inside of the fruit plate in front of him. Without a trace, he let out a low sigh and waved his hand for him to take it back. Because my father was a very shrewd and careful person when it came to inspecting his cultivation, even if he was lazy or ate early in the morning during his cultivation, he couldn't escape the latter's sharp eyes that wouldn't allow me to order sand and be sloppy.

At noon, Lin Shao stood up and moved his stiff and numb hands and feet for a short while, and spit out a long mouthful of turbidity that had been accumulated due to cultivation, and then crossed into the wooden platform of the Goolan and walked down to the roof of the West Cross Courtyard. This boxing method belongs to the unique martial arts of the Lin family, and other exercises and martial arts do not need to be practiced, but every disciple of the Lin family, regardless of gender, age or age, must practice Tongjiquan.

In the spacious west courtyard, with the fierce and powerful punch speed, so that the arm fist can only see a shadow but not the arm, under the perfect fusion of the two, and even the shadow completely covers all the changes in the moves. On the surface, it may seem like a bland and ordinary straight punch attack, but in fact, it contains all kinds of variations that make it difficult for opponents to notice. However, Lin Shaogen can only barely maintain his moves within ten moves now, and as soon as the ten moves pass, the changed moves gradually appear as if they were exposed.

In the hall of the Lin family, on the three main seats surrounded by the screen of the Qingming Shanghe Diagram in the middle, there was a middle-aged man and a white-haired old man, the former was about fifty years old, wearing a gray-white round-necked wide-sleeved robe, his eyes were closed and his cheeks were sunken into it, revealing a majesty in front of the collapse of Mount Tai and his face did not change. After making the other family leaders in the hall have a backbone in their hearts, they become more easy-going and unrestrained when they talk and discuss, he is Lin Batian, the current patriarch of the Lin family.

The two next to him are Lin Shaogen's second uncle and third uncle, because the age is longer than the current patriarch Lin Batian is ten years old, so the younger generation in the family, including the people outside, respectfully call the two of them the second old man and the third old man, and there are six elders in each room sitting on the seats on both sides of the head. Except for the three patriarchs and the elders of their respective rooms, there are some disciples of the younger generation of the Lin family who are more outstanding and outstanding, and the rest of them are all ordinary disciples with martial arts cultivation, and they are not qualified to enter the hall to participate in the decision-making of family affairs.

As the son of the eldest son of the Lin family, Lin Shaogen, due to the internal actual combat confrontation and the process of fighting with outsiders, he always lost to someone who was a few levels weaker than himself, so as early as three years ago, the second and third uncles forced Lin Batian to cancel his son's qualification to enter the hall with a small number of clothes. "Tomorrow is the day when Lin Shaogen, a young man of our Lin family, and Bai Qingyan, the head of the Bai family, get married, what does it mean to suddenly send a housekeeper to send a book of Zhang Xiufu? The marriage of men and women is such a big thing without discussing it with our Lin family in advance, and directly unilaterally using a piece of paper to make the decision of the Hugh family, I think this Bai family did not take our Lin family in their eyes at all. On the second seat on the right side of the lower head, an elderly man wearing a blue-brown anaconda oblique neck robe snorted coldly, suppressed the anger in his heart, and said with a hideous face barely squeezed out of his face. After reading the Hugh documents handed down all the way from the hands of the third old man of the host's seat, the fists on both sides of the guest seats couldn't help but come from the fist "creaking" and indignant angry words, and a few impulsive people even threw it directly to the ground and stepped on it, and deliberately made the footprints clearly visible.

"There are ten ninth-order masters in the Bai family's Guanglingxu, and we only have three eighth-order masters in the Lingxu up and down, otherwise what about your thoughts? Is it you or the patriarch who comes to the door to ask for an explanation, or gather all the disciples of the Lin family and you will lead the team to kill the Bai family and fight with them. On the other side, an old man with aqua blue and white, who knew that he was a practitioner, said with some mockery. Hearing this, the entire council hall suddenly fell silent and became quiet, except for the sound of everyone breathing and beating rapidly, the whole scene seemed to be a temple monk meditating, and there was no sound at all.

It is true that the strength of their Lin family is far inferior to that of the Bai family, except for the patriarch and the second old uncle and the third old uncle, in order to reach the eighth order of the Spirit Ruins, among the elders and disciples of the other houses of the entire Lin family, the most powerful cultivation is only the first order of the Spirit Ruins, not to mention the strength of this kind of strength, not to mention a direct battle with the latter, I am afraid that even a skirmish of dozens of people will not take any advantage. It was precisely because everyone knew in their hearts the difference in strength between the two that the elders or a few young disciples who were emotionally impulsive and indignant before, shouted and killed, lost their temper at this moment, lowered their heads and became silent.

After the silence lasted for a few moments, dozens of eager and unwilling eyes on both sides fell on the patriarch who had been in a state of closed eyes in the main seat, and now it was time for him, who had always been regarded as the backbone of the main family, to make a statement. "If they want to beat our Lin family, they are definitely not their Bai family's opponents, but they unilaterally sent a letter of repair to make the decision to withdraw from the marriage without consulting us, which is obviously insulting the marriage between my son and the daughter of the Bai Mansion as child's play. As the saying goes, a good man can not bear it, the Bai family now dares to bully us with a piece of Hugh Fu book, if it is not-for-tat, the Bai family still thinks that our Lin family is weak and can be bullied, and everyone can step on it. However, on the surface, I still have to do the salute before the soldiers, and tomorrow I will personally lead a thousand soldiers to Baifu to ask for an explanation. Stretching his muscles and bones, he stretched his waist for a long time, his sunken eyes slowly opened like a cart climbing, and Lin Batian's cheeks did not change at all like still water, and did not show a little jealousy and timidity.