Chen Chuan accepted the identity of the young patriarch, and the clansmen bent down and clenched their fists again, with a respectful look on their faces.

In the cultivation realm, the level of identity is greater than the level of seniority, Chen Chuan has become the young patriarch, then his status can be regarded as a leap of thousands of miles, and he is second only to the patriarch in the Chen family.

The meeting continued, and Chen Xingze continued the content of the meeting.

"The spirit stone mine of Zhaobi Mountain, which was closed three years ago, has almost recovered its spiritual root, and now it has reached the stage where it can be mined, and this spirit stone mine will be mined by Chen Zhixin and mortals. Chen Xingze said to Chen Zhixin.

Chen Zhixin didn't like to cultivate, and after staying in Silverstone Waterfall for three years, his cultivation did not improve much, so Chen Xingze planned to let Chen Zhixin manage the mortal village.

When there are more and more clansmen, mortals will have to use monks to manage, so Chen Zhixin, who doesn't like to cultivate, is a good choice.

Chen Zhixin took the order. Chen Zhixin hugged his fists and bowed, with a hint of joy in his eyes.

Chen Xingze nodded and continued: "The resource exploitation of Silverstone Waterfall is led by Chen Fenglai, and those who want to go to Silverstone Waterfall should go to Chen Feng to report a name, and the number of people cannot exceed ten." ”

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After half an hour of meeting, Chen Xingze explained everything and arranged everything, and the Chen family had not held a family meeting of this scale for many years.

At the end of the meeting, Chen Xingze asked Chen Chuan, who was newly promoted to the young patriarch, to speak to the clansmen, and Chen Chuan was not easy to shirk, so he said seriously: "I will work hard to cultivate and live up to everyone's expectations of me, and I also hope that everyone will work hard to cultivate, for the sake of the family and for themselves." ”

After Chen Chuan finished speaking, everyone echoed and expressed their respect for Chen Chuan.

The moon rose in the sky, and the clansmen walked out of the attic hall one by one.

After Chen Chuan watched all the clansmen leave, he said to Chen Xingze: "Fourth uncle, you still have to take care of the affairs in the clan, and I can just give me the title of young patriarch." ”

"This is natural, your current task is still mainly cultivation, and the things in the clan can be left to me. "Chen Xingze naturally won't delay Chen Chuan's cultivation time, after all, Chen Chuan is the cornerstone of the Chen family's future.

The two whispered a few words, and Chen Chuan left Zhaobi Mountain and went to the village under the mountain.

Speechless all night......

In the early morning of the next day, the top of Zhaobi Mountain.

Chen Feng sat cross-legged on a boulder on the top of the mountain, and on his legs was the peachwood flying sword that had not yet been refined and recognized.

Since Baili Yuheng bought this flying sword from Beishang City, Chen Feng had no time to refine the flying sword, so early this morning, she came to the top of the mountain and wanted to ask her second uncle Chen Qingze for guidance on refining.

The old and frail Chen Qingze stood beside the boulder and said in a small voice: "Put your hands together and drip the essence blood onto the flying sword." ”

Hearing the second uncle's command, Chen Feng's fingertips emitted a light of aura, and a drop of essence blood fell on the peach wood flying sword with the light of aura.

"Use your divine sense to sense your essence and blood and establish a connection with the flying sword. Chen Qingze continued to point.

The peach wood flying sword dripping with essence blood gradually changed from light yellow to light silver, and as Chen Feng's heart moved, the peach wood flying sword actually floated in the air.

Chen Feng pursed her lips and poured the aura into the flying sword, which slowly grew larger with her thoughts, reaching a width that could carry people flying.

"It's successful, you can try Edgeworth flying. Chen Qingze smiled with relief, a kind attitude.

"Thank you Second Uncle for your advice. Chen Feng bowed down at Chen Qingze, and then jumped on top of the flying sword.

At the same time, by the clear spring at the foot of the mountain, Baili Qingyao, who was dressed in a cyan dress, stood quietly, looking at the flowing stream with clear eyes above the white veil, the morning light from the east reflected on her, like the holiness of the early morning, and a young man in the distance walked slowly along the stream.

"Sister Yi, I remember when we first met, you said that your parents would come back in two years, but now three years have passed. "Walking along the creek was Chen Chuan, who came out of the village.

Chen Chuan was dressed in a white robe neatly and neatly, his clear eyes and the flowing water in the clear spring complemented each other, and there was a trace of confidence but some melancholy between his eyebrows.

Baili Qingyao's body trembled slightly, as if Chen Chuan had broken her Qing cultivation, she was still looking at the stream, and a faint voice came out of her mouth, "The Sea Beast Battlefield should have ended, and I don't know why they haven't returned yet." ”

Hearing Baili Qingyao's answer, Chen Chuan smiled bitterly, looked up at the early morning sky, about why his parents didn't come back, he asked Baili Qingyao a year ago, and the answer he got was exactly the same as today.

"Tell me the story of your parents, is it okay?" the two stood still for a long time, and Chen Chuan spoke.

Baili Qingyao nodded slightly, as if she was reminiscing, a gust of morning wind blew, and she spoke.

"One night, the station was suddenly attacked by a large number of demonic beasts, and there were 3,000 monks in the station that night, and less than 300 people survived......

"During one of our transfers, we got lost in the Sea Beast Forest, and my father-in-law and I struggled in the forest for months, and our whole body festered ......"

"The five-grade demonic beast broke through the defense line, and hundreds of thousands of monks below the foundation died......"

Chen Chuan listened and shed two lines of tears, tears for his parents, and tears for those thousands of monks who guarded the Kyushu continent.

Maybe those monks are there to make money spirit stones, maybe they are not so noble, but as long as they are on that battlefield, they are faced with blood and death, they deserve to be respected and remembered.

After listening to the story told by Baili Qingyao, Chen Chuan's desire for cultivation became more urgent, there are countless sufferings in this world, and only a strong life can overcome everything.

The story continues, but the people who interpret the story have changed one stubble after another, Chen Chuan listened to the story told by Baili Qingyao, and three months passed.

During these three months, Zhaobi Mountain is more lively than ever, because feasts are held in the villages every three or five times.

During this time, Chen Xingze traveled in a radius of Zhaobi Mountain for a hundred miles every day, and even went to Beishangcheng twice, he was looking for a good relationship for the clansmen, whether it was a mortal or a monk, as long as it was suitable, he would marry the Chen family.

But marrying a wife and son-in-law costs spirit stones, especially to marry a woman with three spirit roots, at least 400 bride price spirit stones are required.

Although the spirit stone mine under Zhaobi Mountain is also being mined, less than ten spirit stones can only be mined in January, which is completely disproportionate to the family's expenses.

In this situation of only entering and leaving, Chen Xingze thought about entering the Silverstone Waterfall to mine the silverstone mine, and under his arrangement, Chen Feng had already begun to go back and forth with Zhaobi Mountain and the Silverstone Waterfall.

After more than a month of Chen Feng's exploration and inspection, no suspicious monks were found around Silverstone Waterfall, and there was no trace of any Duan family, and it seemed that the matter of the Duan family had been settled.

And just when Chen Xingze gathered everyone to discuss the matter of entering the Silverstone Waterfall again to mine, several flying sword Changhongs appeared in the northern sky, flying towards Zhaobi Mountain.