"Where is our distant brother going to be chic again?" Ning Wuqian saw Ning Hongyuan appear in the garden, and greeted Ning Hongyuan early, his face was still so amiable and respectable.

As soon as Ning Hongyuan saw his eldest brother's personable and handsome face, the troubles in his heart had already been swept away, and the feeling of home was so warm.

The entire Divine Sword Sect knew that Ning Hongyuan was by no means the most beautiful man in the Divine Sword Sect, but his eldest brother Ning Wujian.

Ning Wuqian once walked on the street without a mask, and the storm set off was enough to make Ning Hongyuan feel ashamed.

Once Ning Hongyuan also planned to have an interesting competition with his eldest brother, that is, to compare who had a higher return rate, of course, this childish and ridiculous proposal was categorically rejected by Ning Wuji.

Because at that time, Ning Wuqian already had the world in mind, where did he have so much time to do these boring things, and Ning Hongyuan was still stinking at that time, either flying birds and beasts all day long, or thinking about how to enjoy the fun of being a wealthy young master, secretly going to the tavern to have fun, anyway, if something happens, there is a big brother, he just cares about pleasure.

And now, Ning Hongyuan has already been reborn, he has been able to understand the mind and responsibility that he couldn't understand at the beginning, he has been able to comprehend the dignity of the Ning family and the ancestral blood flowing in his body, and the two brothers have become the pride of the Divine Sword Sect.

"Big brother, don't make fun of me, I'm upset, I went out for a small drink!" Ning Hongyuan stood in the distance and replied from afar.

Ning Wuqian smiled slightly, "No wonder I couldn't find you in the sword training room!

"Yes! I'm a little bored, and I want to go and drink to relieve my boredom. Ning Hongyuan replied in a real way.

Ning Kexin, who was sitting next to Ning Yiwu, was furious when she heard this stinky boy say this, and what made her most angry was that this kid actually had a hippie smile when she said these words.

Ning Kexin immediately got up, her face was already thunderous, she walked to Ning Hongyuan in two steps, pinched Ning Hongyuan's ears and pulled them all the way to the hall, which made Ning Hongyuan kneel in front of his ancestors and reflect on himself.

Ning Hongyuan didn't resist either, anyway, this was not the first time.

After Ning Kexin dragged Ning Hongyuan into the lobby, she yelled in his ear: "You bastard boy! How do I usually teach you? Let you remember that you have the blood of my Ning family flowing in you, don't be like those children of the family, go to have fun at every opportunity! How did I teach you?"

Ning Hongyuan didn't dare to resist, and he didn't want to resist, so he was dragged into the lobby by the lady he respected in his heart.

Ning Yiwu was originally an extremely stable person, and when he saw this scene, he couldn't help laughing, but in order to make others unnoticeable, he had no choice but to pick up the tea in the cup and drink it slowly.

He Steward, who was standing on the side, also sat back in his place, he also wanted to laugh, but he didn't dare to laugh, this second young master, who had been working against him since he was a child, actually listened to her mother's words like this, such a scene suddenly made him nostalgic for those years whenever he couldn't clean up this second young master, he would sue in front of Ning Kexin, and in the end it always worked.

However, what pleased Steward He the most was that every time this second young master was punished, he never held a grudge, and even made an agreement with him for three chapters, pleading in front of his old man, "Please don't come to my old man to sue me, okay? It's not that I don't work hard, but now is not the time yet? When the time comes, I will naturally become a qualified martial arts cultivator!"

Ning Yiwu, who was sitting on the top position, kept his head down to make tea, such a family warmth could finally make his nerves relax a little, and those things that upset him could finally be thrown away.

That's why he built this "Hall of Pure Heart".

He is not a person who is attached to power, but he found that chivalry and righteousness are a way to cure the symptoms but not the root cause, so for the ambition of "wanting to extend the righteousness to the world", he is willing to complete his great ideals in such a complex whirlpool struggle.

Ning Kexin pulled Ning Hongyuan to the right side of the conference table, and when she saw that Ning Hongyuan, a stinky boy, still had the heart to laugh, she mistakenly thought that he had no shame in her heart, and she reproached him again, pointed to the statues of the ancestors and ancestors, and said sharply: "You still dare to go out to drink and have fun while practicing? I thought you were practicing in the back mountain, but I didn't expect you to be busy and dare to run out for your old lady to drink! How old are you? Your father and eldest brother don't drink at all, but you have to learn from those prodigals to drink and have fun at a young age?"

When Ning Hongyuan heard this, he felt funny in his heart, and he couldn't help laughing, and said in his heart: "Who said that my father and eldest brother don't drink, when you are not here, then you can drink happily with me!"

Even though he thought like this in his heart, he didn't dare to say it clearly, his eyes looked straight at his father, but he saw that his father gave him a different kind of little look, which meant as if to say that your kid dared to shake this matter out, then don't blame my father for not showing mercy.

Ning Hongyuan had no choice but to hold back, and carried the black pot by himself, "Okay, okay, Eniang, can't I be wrong, I won't do it again next time!"

Ning Hongyuan didn't make the slightest excuse, and never mentioned the reason why he suddenly wanted to use alcohol to drown his sorrows, even if he was not a young man who was addicted to alcohol.

Ning Yiwu was his father after all, and he had always known that this son never drank alcohol, but whenever it was time for the annual party dinner, he would drink a few glasses to express his joy, because alcohol was a poison that hindered the growth of the strength of the martial arts realm for a martial arts cultivator.

And when this son reached such a critical time, he still had the heart to go out and drink alone, how could he not know the bitterness in his son's heart, and after Ning Hongyuan sat down, he picked up the wine glass, replaced the wine with tea, and drank it all, and then said to Ning Hongyuan: "Are you still worried about that matter?"

Ning Hongyuan had just forgotten about this matter to the clouds, and when he heard his father mention it at this moment, the melancholy in his heart lingered again, he lowered his head and said nothing, and his whole face was extremely pale and weak.

He had nothing to say, he was about to hold the most critical martial arts conference of the Divine Sword Sect, and he couldn't make a big fuss with his father at this time, not to mention that if the father and son were not in harmony because of this kind of thing, it would be simply a small loss.

In any case, it cannot affect the harmony of the family, which is the basis for Ning Hongyuan to be a son.

He understood his father's distress, but he couldn't get rid of the sorrow in his heart, thinking that most of the more than 8,000 townspeople were about to disappear into this world, how could he not mourn in his heart?

On the one hand, it was his father's great cause and plan, and on the other hand, the lives of innocent townspeople, Ning Hongyuan couldn't make the right choice at all.

His smiling face suddenly turned pale, and he stood still, motionless.

Bai Shiyin and the others on the left and right didn't know what kind of dumb riddle the father and son were playing, but seeing that Ning Yiwu's face was extremely solemn, Ning Hongyuan's face was extremely pale, and they didn't dare to ask directly.

Ning Kexin is also an extremely intelligent person after all, and only then did she know why this son, who had never drunk alcohol, would go to the tavern to drink alone at such a tense moment, which must be an insoluble sorrow in his heart.

Ning Kexin glanced at her husband, and wanted to ask what happened, but seeing that her husband's face was extremely solemn, she had no choice but to swallow this question into her stomach.

The same is true for several other people, Bai Shiyin's courage is much smaller than Ning Kexin's, seeing her husband's solemn expression, and seeing her son's pale face, she has roughly guessed that the father and son seem to have a certain estrangement.

What was originally a harmonious family meeting instantly became cold.

The food on the table was already cold, but no one dared to pick up the chopsticks without waiting for Ning Yiwu to speak, after all, this is a rule and etiquette, the more excellent the wealthy family, the more attention is paid to such etiquette and rules.

Ning Hongyuan sat in the south seat, keeping his head down, not daring to look up at his father.

Ning Yiwu was also a little angry in his heart, and he wanted to teach this rebel son of the Bodhisattva's heart all day and night in a big rage, but thinking that he was still young now, he must not be able to see many things comprehensively, and it was rare to reprimand.

Ning Kexin saw that the father and son were one with their heads down, and the other with eagle eyes, took the lead in breaking the tense atmosphere, "Don't be stunned, the dishes are going to be cold! I'll serve you rice!"

"Don't move!"

Ning Yiwu drank softly, Ning Kexin didn't dare to speak, seeing her husband's eyebrows, she didn't even dare to move.

She didn't dare to move, and Bai Shiyin didn't dare to do so.