Sending away Ding Changshou, who had an abnormal complexion, Ding Zhengyi thought about it for a long time, but even though he had a lot of thoughts in his mind at this time, he still couldn't screen out the most important things in it.

However, at least one thing Ding Zhengyi can confirm is that in the short term, neither the external environment nor the constraints within the clan will allow him to travel far again.

Seeing that the plan to explore the hidden spiritual vein was about to come to an end, Ding Zhengyi did not have any loss or regret.

What Ding Changshou said just now made him think about it very carefully.

That kind of irresistible risk is actually only one step away from himself, as long as Ding Zhengyi's luck is a little worse, everything will be in vain.

If he loses his life, all his persistence and belief will be nothing more than a joke.

It is easy to say that he will be born after death, but if he really wants to do this, he will basically be dead or alive, and Ding Zhengyi has always scoffed at this behavior.

It's just that he doesn't take risks, fate will never fall from the sky, and without abundant cultivation resources, the progress of his cultivation is really unsatisfactory, which makes him a little dilemma.

Helplessly exhaling a breath of turbidity, Ding Zhengyi gently rubbed his swollen and painful forehead, he temporarily sealed these sorrows in his heart, and then got up and walked in the direction of the family ancestral hall.

At this time, it was still early, and the place of the family's spiritual veins in the early morning seemed vibrant, Ding Zhengyi looked at the green shoots that broke through the soil in the spiritual field, breathing in the fresh and natural air, the extremely irritable mood just now began to gradually dissipate, and his spirit slowly became ethereal again.

All the way through the small half of the family spiritual vein, Ding Zhengyi did not see any clansmen, in the face of this situation, his mind that had just recovered his clarity became active again.

At this moment, the Ding family has not yet gone out to start their daily work, those who have the hope of advancement are seizing the time to cultivate, and those who have no hope of cultivation are enjoying life.

From this point of view, the Wu family's cultivators' living environment in which they were busy all day long and barely maintained their basic cultivation with the meager income they received was far from the Ding family.

It's just that enjoying such stable conditions for a long time makes most people in the Ding family take it for granted, and if they haven't experienced hardship, they can't experience happiness.

If you adapt to this kind of step-by-step peaceful life, you will often be content with the status quo and do not want to forge ahead, which can be seen everywhere in the Ding family.

The closest to Ding Zhengyi are his parents, but this is also human nature, and everyone's living habits are difficult to change easily.

Although the Wu family is down, Ding Zhengyi can see their enterprising spirit and hard work from the trapped to almost numb life of the Wu family.

Under the contrast between the two sides, Ding Zhengyi couldn't help but feel some feelings of being born in distress and dying in peace.

But then Ding Zhengyi laughed bitterly at himself, he was a little too busy to take care of himself, and thinking about it again was just adding to his troubles, and it would not help.

Although Ding Zhengyi sighed and worried about the current situation of the family, he could not do anything to reverse such a malpractice for the time being.

In this way, Ding Zhengyi diverged his thoughts along the way, but his mood was a little heavy but no longer anxious.

After a cup of tea, when Ding Zhengyi came out of his contemplation, his position was not far from the family ancestral compound.

From a distance, the lonely Ninth Uncle stood next to the courtyard gate as always, and he seemed to have maintained this unchanged appearance for so many years.

As Ding Zhengyi gradually approached, he nodded to Uncle Nine as usual, and at the same time said hello, and without saying anything more, he directly prepared to step into the courtyard door.

But Uncle Nine didn't nod his head as he did before, but walked a few steps to Ding Zhengyi's side, putting on a look of wanting to say something.

Uncle Jiu's entanglement didn't last long, he quickly let go of his doubts, as if he had opened a conversation clip, and kept babbling to Ding Zhengyi.

Except for a few necessary polite words, the others are nothing more than asking Ding Zhengyi to be vigilant and pay attention to safety, etc., the language is very simple, but the tone is extremely sincere.

This made Ding Zhengyi have mixed feelings in his heart, he didn't have much contact with Uncle Jiu, and there was almost no communication in the substantive sense.

And in Ding Zhengyi's image, Uncle Nine has always been uninhibited, even in some collective activities of the family, he is always silent and obscure.

But at this time, Uncle Nine was unusual, and he was almost talking endlessly, and those heartfelt words made Ding Zhengyi clearly feel his heartfelt care.

It wasn't until Ding Zhengyi nodded cautiously, and said in a firm tone that he would be more cautious in the future and would not be negligent again, that Uncle Nine breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time, his serious face also showed a look of relief.

patted Ding Zhengyi on the shoulder, and Uncle Nine then turned around and returned to the courtyard gate, then waved his hand to him, and nodded to signal him to hurry in.

Seeing that Uncle Jiu's face was as indifferent as ever, Ding Zhengyi thought in a trance that the experience just now was an illusion.

But at this time, the fluctuations in his heart told Ding Zhengyi that under the indifferent appearance, Uncle Nine still had a fiery heart.

There must be a lot of cold-hearted elders in the family like Uncle Jiu, who usually work silently for the family, and if they encounter a crisis, they will definitely rise to the occasion, but Ding Zhengyi usually doesn't have much contact with him and doesn't care.

Thinking of those worries on the way to the ancestral hall, he was a little relieved at the moment, and how could he speculate about the family background at will.

These thoughts only flashed in his mind, but Ding Zhengyi's previous heavy mood was instantly relaxed.

He solemnly saluted Uncle Jiu, and then stepped into the ancestral hall compound, and walked straight to the patriarch's cultivation meditation room in the backyard of the ancestral hall.

The courtyard of the ancestral hall was still as quiet as usual, but Ding Zhengyi felt that there was a kind of depression that was about to come and spread in it, which made him involuntarily keep his mind and move forward cautiously.

Even so, Ding Zhengyi quickly came to the backyard of the ancestral hall, and he stopped a few feet away from the cultivation retreat room.

At this time, the protective formation of the cultivation retreat room was operating normally, and the thin layer of misty light shone brightly under the golden sunlight.

Without hesitation, Ding Zhengyi directly played the percussion formation decision, and then stood with his hands down, but he was surprised to find that under the influence of his percussion formation decision, although the fluctuation of the quiet room formation was still weak, it seemed to have a vein to be found now.

Before Ding Zhengyi could continue to explore, the light of the entire formation gradually faded, and then the door of the cultivation retreat room suddenly opened in front of him without wind.

"It's okay if you're fine, just come in!"

With the opening of the door, Ding Changming's deep voice also sounded in Ding Zhengyi's ears at the same time, but his concerned tone was mixed with a hint of coercion, obviously his mood was still a little unstable.

Without delay, as soon as the patriarch's words fell, Ding Zhengyi hurriedly walked a few steps and quickly entered the cultivation retreat.

There was no change in the layout of the quiet room, except that Ding Changming did not sit on the futon at this time, but sat upright on the bamboo chair, his brows were tightly locked, and there was an angry expression on his face that could not be concealed.