The atmosphere brought by the Great Sacrifice gradually dissipates as time passes.

The Ding family returned to its former tranquility, only the occasional neighing of cows and the scolding of monks in the spiritual field brought some vitality to the family station.

Ding Zhengyi didn't have time to pay attention to these, and he was still cultivating step by step, probably because of the inspiration brought by the talisman making notebook, and now the success rate of his low-level fireball talisman drawing was close to sixty percent.

This has almost reached the extreme of the rune rate, and drawing an intermediate fireball talisman at this level cannot be said to come with an open hand, but it can be regarded as a matter of course.

If a normal monk draws a low-level fireball talisman more than 10,000 times in a row, he will probably be dizzy and can't wait to go out for a walk to relax.

But Ding Zhengyi has been practicing for many years but has never felt bored, and he feels that every day the progress of his cultivation and the improvement of his talisman level will make him very satisfied.

Although it is only the lowest level of talisman drawing, it also represents a perception of the Dao Zhili, with the improvement of the level of talisman making, this perception is more profound, and it has certain benefits for qi training, formation, and even body forging, and this sense of accomplishment makes him quite intoxicated.

Of course, with the improvement of cultivation and talisman making skills, the sense of respect of most clansmen has become more and more obvious, which is also another major reason for promoting Ding Zhengyi's hard work, and the respect of the clansmen is a spur and an encouragement for him.

In this way, from the canteen to the cultivation meditation room, and from the cultivation meditation room to the dining hall, Ding Zhengyi's cultivation life lasted for several months, and he was busy meditating and practicing qi every day, dredging the spiritual network, making talisman arrays, and forging his body while practicing the breathing technique.

Two months ago, the family organized a team of fifty clansmen, whose strength was comparable to the last time, and continued to search for spiritual objects in the shallow sea.

Because the last time there was a lot of gain, but the casualties were almost negligible, there were a lot of people who signed up this time.

Since the last assault talisman, Ding Zhengyi has drawn thousands of fireball talismans and hundreds of talismans, which have basically been handed over to the family in exchange for contribution points to exchange for various materials needed for cultivation.

Except for a small amount of fireball talismans that were sold in their own shop in Xuannan Chengfang City, the rest were distributed to the family monks of this operation.

This operation was still led by the Great Elder, and the general direction was the same as last time, but the specific route deviated slightly.

As early as not long after the family sacrifice, Ding Zhengyi considered that cultivating the spiritual field would not be of much benefit to his cultivation, and after discussing it with his father, he basically stopped participating in the cultivation of the spiritual field, and it happened that Xiaoqiu's cultivation had also reached the peak of the second layer of qi training, and it was more than enough to help take care of one acre of spiritual field.

Ding Zhongyuan saw that Ding Zhengyi was busy every day, and he was afraid that going out again would affect his cultivation, so he could only give up this activity, but his eyes were full of reluctance in the days when he signed up.

It has been a full two months since the search team set off, and even if Ding Zhengyi rarely goes out, he knows the main content of the clansmen's meeting and conversation now, and most of them are guessing what kind of harvest they will get from this search, which makes people feel as if all kinds of spiritual objects are within reach.

On this day, when Ding Zhengyi finished his routine cultivation and was drawing talismans, the clan suddenly seemed to be boiling, and the noise seemed to envelop the entire family station, and there were a few faint cries.

Because he didn't notice any mana fluctuations, there was definitely no fight in the family, so Ding Zhengyi calmed down and insisted on finishing drawing a talisman in his hand, and then couldn't help but sigh, put down the talisman pen, pushed open the door and walked downstairs, wanting to see what was going on.

Out of the stairs, as soon as he walked to the edge of the pond, he saw his parents' eyes slightly red, faintly flashing a trace of crystal, and slowly walked towards Ding Zhengyi.

"What's wrong?"

Ding Zhengyi realized that something should be wrong, and when he looked around, he didn't see Xiaoqiu, who usually likes to move forward when he sees a lot of excitement, and hurriedly asked.

Ding Zhongyuan seemed to be still immersed in painful memories at this time, he just raised his head indifferently when he heard the question, showing a face of regret and sadness, and looked at Ding Zhengyi without speaking.

"Let's go back and talk about it" Wu is better, but he also looks weak.

Although Ding Zhengyi was puzzled, he didn't continue to ask, just followed behind his parents and walked slowly towards the living room on the first floor of the bamboo building.

The three of them walked into the living room and stopped, and at this time, the noise in the distance gradually subsided, Ding Zhongyuan found a chair at random, and sat down with his buttocks, without any change in the expression on his face.

Wu pondered for a long time, and slowly sat down, this is not like her usual grin.

"This search team has just returned, and the losses are heavy, and your thirteenth uncle has died. ”

He didn't speak for a whole stick of incense, and when Ding Zhengyi was a little impetuous, Wu Shi spoke slowly.

"Thirteenth Uncle!" Ding Zhengyi couldn't help but exclaim.

He knew that Uncle Thirteen was his father's sibling, and although his qualifications for the Four Spiritual Senses were better than Ding Zhongyuan's, the two had been like-minded since they were children and had nothing to say.

Before and after Ding Zhengyi was born, the thirteenth uncle received a family mission, and he traveled all the year round, and occasionally came back for a few days and didn't have much contact with him.

But every time Uncle Thirteen comes back, he will inevitably find Ding Zhongyuan to drink and communicate, and tell his father some interesting stories he heard outside, which is also the happiest day for Ding Zhongyuan, who has been cultivating spiritual fields in the clan all year round.

Father is usually silent, and Ding Zhengyi remembers that he talks a lot on very few occasions, except for the last time he came back from searching for spiritual objects, the others were when he was drinking and communicating with Uncle Thirteen.

This time, Uncle Thirteen specially came back to sign up for the family's search for spiritual objects, and was more or less influenced by Ding Zhongyuan, so it is no wonder that his father has such an expression.

"In addition to your thirteenth uncle, there are more than ten other clansmen who also died in this accident, and there are more than ten others who were injured, and a few are serious, I am afraid that the cultivation will not be able to save it......"

Wu paused for a moment and continued, but his voice became lower and lower, and at the end he was even more choked up and unable to speak.

Among the dozens of family cultivators who participated in the operation this time, the cultivation was at least in the middle stage of Qi training, and there were not a few in the late stage of Qi training, and the loss was so heavy that it was no less than a thunderbolt from the sky to the family, Ding Zhengyi couldn't help but be stunned for a while when he first heard the bad news, and he was even more panicked than when he heard the news of the death of the thirteenth uncle just now.

"All the surviving monks were brought into the ancestral hall, and Xiaoqiu was seconded to help care for the wounded. ”

Wu slowed down for a while before explaining Xiaoqiu's whereabouts to Ding Zhengyi, and then lowered his head and secretly wiped his tears and stopped talking.

The three of them were silent for a long time, the father kept his blank and sluggish look unchanged, the mother either buried her head in sobs or shook her head and sighed, while Ding Zhengyi was thinking about how the family should deal with this crisis.

It's not that Ding Zhengyi is cold-blooded and ruthless, but that he has developed a calm personality since he was a child, and he has a strong resistance to emotional fluctuations, and this kind of emotional inhibition can often become natural.

He has read a lot of books since he was a child, and clearly remembers the records in many classics, and the lessons of countless senior monks tell future generations that violent mood swings will have a great negative impact on cultivation, and many monks who are interested in moving to a higher level will deliberately control their emotions, and Ding Zhengyi has always demanded this from himself.

If what my mother said was true, then the number of casualties in the clan this time should be the heaviest in the family in decades.

The direct loss of manpower will not only affect the strength of the family, but also the follow-up pension and the personnel gap in many key affairs, which will also cause headaches for the family, and it will be much more difficult to organize similar actions in the future.

Ding Zhengyi saw that his parents couldn't wake up from their grief for a while, and he couldn't comfort them at this time, so he could only silently walk out of the living room, go upstairs and return to the cultivation meditation room, take a deep breath, and after adjusting for a while, he continued to draw the talisman seal.

Ding Zhengyi's idea at this time is very simple, grief cannot solve any problems, only working hard to improve one's cultivation and skills is the right way, so as to resist the next possible crisis.

In the next two days, people everywhere in the clan were panicked, and Ding Zhengyi did not go out to inquire about the cause and effect of this incident, because his parents couldn't stay at home these days, and walked around the clan almost every day, wanting to know how the thirteenth uncle was killed, but several family leaders who knew about it were secretive about this matter.

All the surviving and returned clansmen were placed in the ancestral hall by the family, and there were special people to serve them for food and drink, but they were restricted from going out at will, and even Xiaoqiu, who assisted in taking care of the wounded, also lived in the ancestral hall these days and did not come back to rest.