The six brothers of the Wang family caught the spear with one hand, holding the inscription on the barrel of the spear, and they waved it.

The whirring sound of breaking wind resounded, and as their internal force was injected, the inscription on the barrel of the gun emitted bursts of light, and they clearly felt that the internal force of the six people seemed to be connected together, and each movement was pulling each other.

"Thank you for the gun." The six brothers of the Wang family put away their guns and stood up, and then knelt down in front of Taishi Xingwei.

"Get up, if you like it, name this gun yourself." Taishi Xingwei raised his hand lightly and helped the six brothers up in the air.

The six brothers glanced at each other and touched the body of the gun.

"Let's just call him a stream." Wang Daqi said.

As they affirmed, the body of the gun trembled slightly, as if it was an endorsement of their naming.

"Okay, the gun has also been made, you have to practice hard, and strive to carry forward the "Endless Six Sons Serial Gun Array" as soon as possible." Taishi Xingwei nodded with satisfaction, for these six brothers, he is very satisfied now.

Dowling's eyes were full of envy, and he was looking forward to meeting his own good metal, and then the master would forge his own exclusive kitchen knife for himself.

As time slowly passed, the fifteenth day of the first lunar month soon arrived.

On the night of the Lantern Festival, a group of people sat at the dining table eating a reunion dinner, and today's moon is exceptionally bright, hanging in the sky like a big moon plate.

"You're leaving tomorrow, and I'm really reluctant to talk about it." Dao Wuji said with a sigh.

The emotion of the imminent separation infected everyone, and after more than half a month of getting along, they liked Wuji Peak very much, and seeing that they were going to leave tomorrow, they were also a little reluctant, but they couldn't help but go, so although this meal was delicious, everyone's interest was not very high.

"Okay, there is no such thing as a feast in the world, and we can come again when we have the chance." Taishi Xingwei raised his glass to enliven the atmosphere.

Dao Wuji also knew that the last day could not make everyone unhappy, so he forcibly smiled and raised his wine glass.

Everyone had to raise their glasses and touch them.

"You are welcome to come and play often, and when you want to come, Uncle Dao welcomes you."

After this meal, everyone went back to their rooms to prepare for rest, and they will be on the road tomorrow, and they must be recuperated today.

In the courtyard, Dowling was strolling around with Dao Wuji.

"Son, if you have the opportunity to go back this time, go and inquire about the whereabouts of your mother, our family has not been reunited for too long." Dao Wuji patted Dao Lin lightly on the shoulder and said.

"Dad, don't worry, I'll go to the Taoist house after I go back, and try to ask about the whereabouts of my mother." Dowling nodded vigorously and said.

"Okay, pay attention to safety, try not to conflict with them, after all, you yourself are weak in the imperial capital, and your father can't rest assured of you." Dao Wuji touched his son's head and said.

"Don't worry, I want to see what happened to my mother's disappearance for so many years." Dowling squinted and said hatefully.

There was no word for the night, some people fell asleep, some people were full of thoughts, and soon the night passed.

With the return of the guys and the cooks, Taishi Xingwei is also going to leave with the Twelve Uniques.

"My dad will be handed over to you to take care of, contact me as soon as possible if there is anything, please." Dowling stood at the end of the convoy and said with a fist clenched at the six brothers of the Wang family who saw them off.

"Dowling, don't worry, Uncle Dao will be handed over to us here, whoever wants to bully Uncle Dao must step on our corpse." Wang Da patted his chest and said.

"Thank you for your kindness, we will be good brothers in the future." Dowling and the Wang brothers hugged each other and then turned around and walked towards the head car.

He knew that Dao Wuji was watching from upstairs, so he immediately raised his arm behind his back and waved his goodbye.

Dao Wuji in the room on the second floor hurriedly turned around.

"Hey, when I'm old, I can't see this kind of farewell scene."

"Can you go?" Sitting in the carriage with the reins, he asked out loud as he watched Dowling come over.

"Well, let's go." Dowling jumped into the carriage and took the reins handed to him and shouted.

With the reins shaken, the carriage began to move slowly, and the convoy behind followed.

Dao Wuji finally returned to the window, looking at the convoy that turned into the corner of the mountain, his tears fell unconsciously.

He knew that his son was getting older and older, and he was greeted by the vast sky outside, and this place where he once lived was his safe haven, no matter what he experienced outside, when he returned home, only warmth remained.

Dao Wuji wiped away his tears and began to prepare to clean up the house, when he opened the room where the Twelve Absolute lived in, he found that the room had been cleaned up as if no one had ever lived there, and there was a thick paper bag on the bed.

Dao Wuji opened the paper bag and saw that it was a slow silver ticket, and there were 10,000 taels in a simple sweep.

Tremblingly, he stuffed the silver ticket back into the paper bag, and Dao Wuji rushed to the other rooms, and sure enough, there was a paper bag on the bed in each room.

The twelve absolute including Taishi Xingwei left a total of twelve paper bags, counting the 100,000 taels of Daolin, there were 220,000 taels, what a great fortune this is.

"Uncle Dao, they asked me to tell you that this money was earned by Dowling with them last year, and they felt the warmth of home during the Chinese New Year, and they also regarded you as their own parents, and this money is their filial piety to you, and it is also a deposit to advance to come to the New Year at the end of this year."

Just when Dao Wuji was shocked, the six brothers of the Wang family came over and said softly.

"They're all good boys, Dowling has made a bunch of good boys, and so are you." Dao Wuji sat on the bed, holding the paper bags in his hand and sighed.

The Wang brothers looked at the paper bag, their eyes were very calm, for them, money and love are really not comparable.

"Good boy, you accompany your uncle well, your uncle is definitely no worse to you than to Dowling." Dao Wuji stood up and opened his hand to hold the six brothers of the Wang family in his arms.

Feeling the warm chest of Dao Wuji, the six brothers of the Wang family completely integrated themselves into the Taoist manor.

"In the future, you will work hard and strive to go to the imperial capital to find Daolin one day earlier." Dao Wuji touched the heads of the six of them and said.

"We will defend you to the death." Wang Da shook his head and said.

"Haha, I'm a fat restaurant owner, what do I need to protect." Dao Wuji laughed and said.

"What our master says, we will carry it out." The six brothers said in unison.

"Good, good! Whatever you want, it's up to you. Dao Wuji said with a smile.

Dao Wuji returned to his room and put the money left by the Twelve Absolute into the storage ring, for him, these are the children's wishes, he can't spend them indiscriminately, keep them for the New Year this year, and give them these wallets and big red envelopes.