Yuan Shulang handed the peach cup to Long Weiguo, "General Long, there are still a few drops of fine iron left, you ......"

Long Weiguo said with a smile: "These few drops of refined iron should be used as a reward." ”

Yuan Shulang seemed to have thought of this result, so he didn't shirk it, and said with a smile: "Then thank you General Long." ”

Fine iron is too rare for a blacksmith, so Yuan Shulang can't help but accept it cheekily.

Long Weiguo took out a delicate Loucang jade, "This is the Loucang jade with the ground furnace, put it away." ”

Yuan Shulang's hands trembled with excitement, and then he went to take Lou Cangyu, and then injected his blood and soul qi into it and used it for his own use.

He put away the earth furnace and the magic weapon next to him, and thanked Long Weiguo again.

Three people and a cat walked over.

Dongfang Xibei Yue said: "Master is really powerful. ”

Yuan Shulang smiled lightly, and then fainted.

Dongfang and Northwest were startled and hurriedly went to help.

Long Weiguo said: "Master Yuan is fine, it's just that he is seriously out of strength, and he will be fine after a few rests." ”

Hua Wenxiang now only admires this sloppy man, and he thinks he can't do it for ten consecutive days.

Perhaps this is the strength of the contemporary divine craftsman, a divine craftsman who can almost create immortal soldiers.

After that, Long Weiguo took the group back to Yuan Shulang's residence, and stayed here for a while before going home.

Yuan Shulang, who fainted, changed from a coma to a deep sleep, snoring loudly.

Dong Qian sighed, "I really didn't expect this person to be in the Battle Blue Realm." ”

Hua Wenxiang echoed: "If Master Yuan doesn't strike iron, but chooses to cultivate the way, I'm afraid that his current achievements are not lower than those of the divine craftsman." ”

A thirty-year-old person can reach the Battle Blue Realm, and he is definitely a real cultivation embryo.

Long Weiguo said: "Let's go find an inn, so we won't bother Master Yuan here." ”

Then, the three of them and one cat quietly left.

......

......

In front of a quiet room, Dongfang knocked on the door gently, "Grandpa, can I come in?"

A voice came from inside the house, "It's the northwest, come in." ”

The beautiful boy pushed open the door, walked into the room with gentle steps, and then closed the door from the inside.

Dongfang Yunbai holds his hands (chuáng) and sits up with difficulty (shēn).

Dongfang Northwest hurriedly stepped forward to help, "Grandpa is still lying down." ”

Dongfang Yunbai leaned against the wall with all his strength, "I've been lying down for a day, I want to sit." As soon as your third uncle left, you came, it's really not a coincidence, just now we were still talking about you coming, how about it, these few (rì) and Master Yuan learned to strike iron smoothly. ”

When the old man saw his own grandson, he seemed to have strength all of a sudden, and he would not gasp as usual when he spoke angrily, and his face was wrinkled with laughter.

Dongfang Northwest apologized: "I'm sorry, grandpa, Northwest didn't come to accompany you for ten days." ”

Dongfang Yunbai smiled: "Yes, grandpa wants to die in the northwest these days, but grandpa won't be angry with you, so there is no need to say sorry to the northwest." ”

Dongfang Northwest snorted, "Grandpa is the best." ”

Outside the door, Dongfang Guhuai, who had gone and returned, happened to hear the conversation between the grandfather and grandson.

He heard that Dongfang and Northwest had returned home, so he came here to have a look, but now that the grandfather and grandson in the house were talking about happiness, he did not want to disturb.

The middle-aged man sat on the railing outside the house and decided to wait until the grandfather and grandson had almost finished talking before going in.

Inside the house, Dongfang Yunbai asked, "Northwest, have you really thought about learning to strike iron?"

Dongfang Northwest snorted, "Since Master Yuan helped my grandfather build a magic robe, I want to learn to make iron from him, I think it is really a great thing for one person to create a lot of treasures (qíng), so Northwest must be a blacksmith." ”

Dongfang Yunbai nodded and said, "Since you like it, grandpa doesn't object, it's just that you are a ......"

Dongfang Northwest interrupted the old man, "Oh, grandpa, what does it matter. ”

Dongfang Yunbai smiled: "Okay, grandpa, don't talk about it." ”

Dongfang Northwest held the old man's big dry hand, and said distressedly: "Grandpa, are you in pain now?" You can bear with it any longer, Uncle went to the medicine valley to ask for medicine, and when the medicine comes, it will be fine." ”

Dongfang Yunbai's face was wrinkled with a smile, "Don't worry about the northwest, grandpa is fine at all, don't forget, grandpa, I am also a monk of the Ying Orange Realm." ”

Dongfang and Northwest choked up a little and nodded.

The old man was relieved: "Northwest is a monk of the Ying Orange Realm at a young age, it really gives us the face of the Oriental parents." ”

For some reason, the beautiful boy suddenly became sad.

After a moment of silence, the old man said, "Your father died early, and you have grown up now, so take care of your mother in the future...... Don't listen to the bastards in the clan, your father's death has nothing to do with your mother, they were brought together by their grandfather, the relationship between the two has always been very good, and they have never quarreled once, but it's a pity that your father was short-lived and died early, which also made it bitter for you two. Northwest, if there is any difficulty in the future, go to your third uncle, he will help you, and ah, in the future, when you inherit the mantle of Master Yuan, you will create a treasure of your own for our Dongfang family, and then use that treasure as our family's heirloom, passed down from generation to generation, and it can be regarded as the glory of the ancestors...... When your grandfather dies, you take the robe on your grandfather (shēn) as a family heirloom, first to you, and then to your children...... Northwest, forgive grandpa for being selfish, the Dongfang family still has to rely on you, you may be very tired in the future, but you must stick to the past, grandpa is sorry for letting you carry such a big burden. ”

The East and Northwest burst into tears and agreed again and again.

Outside the house, a maid came with medicine.

Dongfang Gu Huai, who was sitting on the railing, sighed, then took the medicine from the maid's hand and let the latter leave.

The middle-aged man's eyes were moist, he knocked on the door, and said softly, "Dad, the child has brought you medicine." ”

Without waiting for someone in the house to agree, Dongfang Gu Huai pushed the door and entered.

The old man looked at the little son with a smile on his face.

Dongfang Northwest held the hand of the old man in the twilight, and Dongfang Guhuai used a soup spoon to hold the medicine, then dried it and fed it to the old man.

The old man quickly drank up the bowl of medicine.

The old man leaned against the wall, he couldn't feel Dongfang Northwest holding his hand, he glanced at the beautiful boy, the corners of his mouth rose, smiled slightly, and then said a sentence with the last strength.

This is not for the East and Northwest, but for the East Gu Huai on the side.

"Gu Huai, everything is up to you. ”

After that, the wonderful old man of his life passed away suddenly.

The middle-aged man with slightly frosted temples agreed softly, and then burst into tears.

The beautiful boy covered the big dry hand with both hands, and then pressed his head against it, so that he couldn't see his face clearly.

......

......

The Oriental family is flourishing, and the huge northern Chongcheng can be seen everywhere.

The head of the Oriental family, Dongfang Yunbai, passed away, and the Dongfang family was vegetarian from top to bottom.

The entire Beichong City was in a sensation.

The first clan of Beichongcheng is about to change the sky, and this day has finally come.

The civil strife of the Dongfang family, most of the North Chongcheng knew that as long as the old man of the Dongfang family died, those side factions scattered all over the North Chongcheng would be stupid (yù) move.

Take 10,000 steps back and say, even if you can't compete for the head of the family, it's still very simple to share some benefits.

There are even some people who fantasize about the division of the Dongfang clan, and then whoever has the surname Dongfang will receive a share of the family property in each family.

Although there are many collateral lines of the Dongfang family, the Dongfang family (shēn) is the first clan in Beichongcheng, and even if the property is divided equally, the final amount of family property obtained by each family is a very considerable amount.

However, this is also the idea of the side families of the Dongfang family, and the specific power is still in the hands of those two descendants.

Oriental Tan Yi and Oriental Gu Huai.

Moreover, what all the people in the Oriental family don't know now is whether the old man Yunbai made a will before his death.

If there is, and everyone has any objections, they still have to go according to the will.

Oriental House.

The whole house hung lanterns, hung white silk, and a large coffin was placed in the courtyard, and there were more than 100 people wearing mourning clothes guarding the coffin here.

Next to the coffin, there are several descendants who are closest to the old man.

Oriental valley acacia, Oriental Yue, Oriental northwest.

There is another woman, Liu Hao, who is the mother of the East and the Northwest.

The woman's ordinary posture is that she knows that she is an honest person by looking at her face.

Dongfang Gu Huai asked, "Yuezi, have you written to your father?"

Dongfang Yue said: "The letter has been sent, Third Uncle. ”

The middle-aged man with a vicissitudes of life nodded, and then stopped talking, just sat in front of the iron basin and kept burning paper money.

His four wives knelt on the side, trying to pose as filial as their children.

Dongfang Guhuai didn't care about this.

Brother Dongfang Yue followed the third uncle to burn paper.

The woman, Liu Hao, took out a handkerchief and handed it to the beautiful young man with a crying face, and said gently: "Wipe your face, Northwest." ”

Her voice was gentle, but she was also hoarse.

The old man was not thin to her before his death, and the woman knew to be grateful, so after the death of Dongfang Yunbai, the woman cried very sadly, when her husband was still alive, the old man had been matching them, and later after her husband died, some people in the clan said that she was gossiping, and the old man stood up to support her, which taught many people in the clan.

It's just that at that time, the old man was still tough, and he was vigorous and resolute, and no one dared to mess with him, but later the old man was seriously ill, and his body was not as good as a day, and some of the "honest people" in Ping (rì) seemed to gradually lose their fears, and began to jump up, and from time to time they would also trouble the woman, and as for gossip in private, it was even more commonplace, for this reason, the woman never cared about it, because she felt that she could not be angry about these things, and she was worthy of her conscience.

Dongfang Gu Huai also helped this brother and daughter-in-law in private, but his reputation was not as good as that of the old man after all, and some people were just yang feng (yīn) violation.

In this regard, Dongfang Gu Huai is also helpless, but after the old man dies this time, he will have to tidy up this smoky family for him.

The woman looked at the coffin in front of her, and couldn't help but wash her face with tears again, she obviously served the old man to drink medicine yesterday, but now in the blink of an eye, it was already a yang separation.

The woman blamed herself a lot, and always felt that she couldn't take care of the old man with her husband's share......

After wiping his face with a handkerchief, Dongfang and Northwest continued to kneel in place, motionless.

The beautiful boy is sad (yù) and his face is blank.

(End of chapter)