However, Ding Zhengyi was also a little puzzled, after so many years in the family, there should be a lot of people who could meet the conditions mentioned by the patriarch, why did he wait until he came to do such a big thing.

Ding Changming pondered for a moment, and did not keep it a secret, and directly told him the reason.

This is not only Ding Zhengyi's perseverance, perseverance, and innate five spiritual qualifications, but also the middle and upper level in the family.

The talisman seal made by Ding Zhengyi has indeed brought great help to the family, at least this time most people can escape the catastrophe, and it is inseparable from the credit of the talisman seal.

There is another key reason, that is, he is a descendant, so even if Ding Zhengyi receives so many rewards, the resistance from existing interest groups will be much smaller, and with Ding Changming's encouragement, it will be a matter of course.

After listening to the patriarch's explanation, Ding Zhengyi was also quite speechless, and couldn't help but sigh that Jiang was still old and spicy, and Ding Changming could think of this trick without twists and turns.

Of course, Ding Zhengyi will definitely not refuse, and the stronger the family is, the more it will help him, and he still understands the truth of cold lips and teeth.

Moreover, in the process, his connections can be strengthened, and only when there are manpower can there be material resources, which will also be helpful for his future cultivation.

Moreover, the farther you go on the path of cultivation in the future, the less worries you will have, and if you don't have a sustenance, then what's the point of cultivating to a high level.

No one shared his joy, no one comforted his sadness, Qu Gao and widow, in Ding Zhengyi's view, it was just a night walk in brocade.

What the monk needs is to control his emotions, not to have no emotions, and what will happen to a monk without emotions Ding Zhengyi didn't know, but he knew that it was not his pursuit.

Doing this task might delay him for some cultivation time, but compared to the harvest, this effect is insignificant.

The two hit it off, and then discussed the details of the specific implementation to ensure that nothing went wrong.

After the discussion, Ding Changming took out a package from the storage bag on his waist, put it in front of Ding Zhengyi, and slowly opened it.

"This is five hundred pieces of intermediate-level rune paper, you can't find it in the clan, and one hundred pieces in the Fang City are worth fifty spirit stones, which can be regarded as a reward for you in advance." ”

Ding Zhengyi picked up a stack of rune paper, looked at it carefully, and saw that it was one foot square, with a smooth surface, flowing spiritual light, and a uniform and orderly distribution of textures, which was very different from low-grade rune paper.

"Thank you, Patriarch, it just so happens that the success rate of my low-level rune seals is close to the extreme, and there is no way to practice, these runes are exactly what I urgently need. ”

Ding Zhengyi was surprised at this time, and said incoherently quickly.

Before, when the fireball rune formation rate had just reached fifty percent, he went to the family chores to ask, but unfortunately there was no intermediate rune paper to exchange.

In the past two years, when I went to the shallow sea to search for spiritual objects, I got a lot of second-order demon beast blood, and most of this blood was mixed into intermediate-grade rune ink, but the sales in the fang market were not good, so there was a lot of accumulation in the miscellaneous office.

There is ink and no paper, and the practice of this intermediate rune seal naturally cannot be carried out, and I have been looking forward to the justice of the intermediate rune paper for a long time.

"I told your grandfather that if you need intermediate rune paper in the future, you can make an appointment with him, and he will go to Fang Market to purchase it and come back to exchange it for you. ”

The patriarch picked up the tea as he spoke, his current state was obviously different from when Ding Zhengyi first came, as if he had unloaded a heavy burden, and he was more relaxed than before.

"Okay, then I'll go back first. ”

Ding Zhengyi saw that Ding Changming didn't drink the tea, and knew that the patriarch had already finished explaining everything, so he saluted Ding Changming and picked up the package and prepared to go home.

"By the way, try to avoid going out in the near future, this time the Xuanshan Sect's master and apprentice forces have suffered such a big loss, it may be angry with you. ”

Ding Zhengyi was about to step out of the door of the quiet room, Ding Changming suddenly thought of something again, and said uneasily.

"Got it, I'll be in the clan for the next two years. ”

Ding Zhengyi turned around and replied seriously, he would not have any carelessness when it came to safety.

Moreover, this did not conflict with Ding Zhengyi's cultivation plan, so he answered simply and refreshingly, and then left without delay.

When passing by the front yard of the ancestral hall, Ding Zhengyi saw Xiaoqiu coming from a distance, holding a large basin in his hand, and he looked in a hurry with his head down.

The two walked towards each other, and it didn't take long for Xiaoqiu to walk up to Ding Zhengyi, but she didn't notice him.

"Xiaoqiu, you have to look in front of you when you walk, otherwise you will hit someone. ”

When Ding Zhengyi saw Xiaoqiu, his mood seemed to be relaxed a lot, but the strong smell of blood on Xiaoqiu's body made him frown for a while.

"Brother Yi, why are you here. ”

Xiaoqiu looked up and saw Ding Zhengyi, her face changed from a sad face to a surprised and abnormal, and then she smiled again.

Ding Zhengyi shook his head silently, the corners of his mouth trembled slightly, and Xiaoqiu in front of him changed three completely different expressions in a moment, which made him laugh.

"The patriarch just asked me for something, are you okay here?"

Ding Zhengyi held back a smile and asked Xiaoqiu.

"Oh no, I want to go home. ”

When Xiaoqiu heard Ding Zhengyi's words, her smile disappeared again, and she pouted and replied sullenly.

"This side will be disbanded soon, the day after tomorrow at the latest. ”

Ding Zhengyi was afraid that if he talked too much, Xiaoqiu would be even more sad, so he had to pat Xiaoqiu's head to show comfort.

"No, the elder is still waiting for medicine. ”

At this time, Xiaoqiu suddenly thought of something, picked up the basin and hurriedly ran, then turned around and said this to Ding Zhengyi as he ran.

Ding Zhengyi looked at Xiaoqiu's reckless appearance, smiled bitterly, waved to her, and walked in the direction of home.

On the way, he didn't meet any other clansmen, and at this moment, the family residence was extremely dull, and even in the spiritual field, there were only a few scattered figures.

Ding Zhengyi is now familiar with the inside story, although he still feels a little sad about the death of his clansmen in his heart, but the fire of struggle is constantly burning in his heart, and sadness is becoming the fuel of the fire.

When he came to the lotus pond in front of the bamboo building, and saw his parents standing in front of the bamboo building, looking at him with an anxious expression on their faces, Ding Zhengyi instantly felt that the fire in his heart burned a lot stronger.

"Yi'er, why have you been there for so long?"

As soon as Wu saw Ding Zhengyi's figure, he couldn't wait to ask.

"Let's go back and talk about it. ”

Ding Zhengyi looked around, the sky was already slightly dark, and at the same time, he was thinking about how to say it to his parents.

"yes, it's time for dinner, let's talk as we eat. ”

Wu nodded, suppressed the eagerness, and pulled Ding Zhongyuan to turn around and walk towards the dining hall.

Ding Zhengyi also walked a few steps quickly, caught up with his parents, and walked into the dining hall with them one after another.

There was only one more plate on the dinner table than at noon, and after Wu brought the rice up, he didn't move his chopsticks and looked at Ding Zhengyi directly.

Ding Zhengyi looked at Ding Zhongyuan and saw that his blank expression also had some inquiring color.

Seeing his father's unchanged state for several days, Ding Zhengyi used his brains and decided to pick up some things that could be said to package them and see if he could untie Ding Zhongyuan's heart knot.

Knowing that his parents were most concerned about the thirteenth uncle, although the patriarch never mentioned the thirteenth uncle from beginning to end, Ding Zhengyi could also guess that he should have been sacrificed in the first wave of the bandits' offensive.

In the story after Ding Zhengyi was packaged, except for the paragraph that the patriarch began to tell, after encountering a surprise attack, all the clansmen who reacted correctly were tampered with by him as the thirteenth uncle.

also added some descriptions of him being fearless in the face of the bandits, fighting bravely, and finally dying to protect his clansmen, and he talked about the time of a stick of incense.

Ding Zhengyi made up such a singable, crying, and heart-wrenching story, which made Ding Zhongyuan and Wu tears rain down.

Before the story was finished, Ding Zhongyuan, who had maintained a wooden expression for three days, seemed to have let go of his obsession, although there were tears in his eyes, but he couldn't hide his impassioned and proud look.

Ding Zhengyi was relieved at this time, he knew that if a person's mind was strained for too long, no matter how strong he was, he might eventually be completely broken.

As for whether this lie is a deception, Ding Zhengyi doesn't know.

However, Ding Zhengyi always believes that no matter how much white lies are said, he will not feel guilty.