When an agreement was reached, Wang Mingming and the others naturally did not stay longer, and the clan elders left the ancestral hall one after another.

"Seventeenth brother, it's good that you're here today, otherwise I don't know how to end it!" The white-haired old man smiled at the middle-aged Confucian and said gratefully.

The Wang family has been established for hundreds of years, and a strict system has been formed within the clan, and among peers, they are called in order of birth, such as Wang Changsheng, who ranks seventh among his peers, and should usually be called seventh brother or seventh brother.

"Yes, Uncle Seventeen, if you hadn't come, the eldest brother wouldn't have known how to make trouble!" Wang Mingyuan also cast a touch of gratitude to the middle-aged Confucian student.

"You are thanking the wrong person, if the third brother hadn't called me, I wouldn't have bothered to come!"

"Third brother?"

"Third uncle?"

Wang Mingyuan and the white-haired old man glanced at each other, and they both saw a look of surprise in each other's eyes.

In Wang Mingyuan's impression, the third uncle preaches in the teaching hall on weekdays, concentrates on cultivating the younger generation in the clan, and rarely cares about clan affairs, and because of this, the third uncle and the seventeenth uncle are closer than the other brothers, and the third uncle can talk about the seventeenth uncle, Wang Mingyuan is not surprised,

But the question is, who said that the third uncle was moved.

"That's right, it was the third brother who entrusted me to be a peacemaker, but then again, Mingyuan, your patriarch is indeed a little bad, if it weren't for the fact that you are fairly fair in doing things on weekdays, even if the third brother invited me to come, I wouldn't come," In the end, the middle-aged Confucian looked a little serious.

When Wang Mingyuan heard this, his face turned red, and his family fell into today's field, and he, the patriarch, could not escape his responsibility.

"Ahem, no matter what, I still want to thank you this time, Seventeenth Brother, I have a picture of welcoming immortals in my hand, which was made by the Tianfu real person before he stepped into the immortal cultivation realm, are you interested in taking a look?" The white-haired old man coughed lightly and changed the topic.

"Tianfu Zhenren, what did the eldest brother say, but that cultivation wizard who only stepped into the immortal cultivation realm at the age of fifty and achieved the Yuanying Dao in hundreds of years?" Hearing this, the middle-aged Confucian was slightly stunned at first, and then overjoyed, looking very excited.

"Yes, this painting was obtained by accident, and I don't know if it's true or not, Seventeenth Brother, can you help me identify the authenticity," the white-haired old man stroked his beard, and his face was a little proud.

"Then disturb the eldest brother, let's go quickly! The younger brother can't wait," said the middle-aged Confucian who dragged the white-haired old man and left in a hurry, looking impatient.

"Whether you can be this patriarch or not depends on your performance in the past two months, and you need help to come to Qingzhuxuan to find me," When Wang Mingyuan was in a daze, a voice appeared in his mind.

"Two months?" Wang Mingyuan smiled bitterly when he heard this, shook his head, and left the ancestral hall.

At noon, the sermon had ended, and there were only two figures in the teaching hall of Nuoda, one old and one young, it was Wang Changsheng and the third uncle Wang Li.

"Third uncle, do you think that the seventeenth uncle can persuade the elders of other clans?" Wang Changsheng looked at the third uncle, frowning, and with a sad expression.

"It's hard to say, it's the first time I've seen so many clan elders in trouble," Wang Li shook his head, and there was a hint of worry in his cloudy eyes.

Hearing this, Wang Changsheng's face was a little disappointed, he took Fu Seal to find his father in the morning, but was told that his father went to the ancestral hall, he didn't think much about it, so he went to the teaching hall to chat with the third uncle, and accidentally learned that the uncle united a group of clan elders in an attempt to force his father to abdicate.

"Are you blaming your uncle for not going to the ancestral hall to speak for you," Wang Li asked, as if he had seen through the thoughts in Wang Changsheng's heart.

"No," Wang Changsheng hurriedly denied it, but his face couldn't help but turn red, obviously lying.

"Stinky boy, can you hide it from your uncle with that little care?" Wang Li chuckled and scolded, sighed, and then said: "I have rarely interfered in clan affairs over the years, even if I go to someone to talk lightly, I can't help your father, besides, you often ran to my yard a few years ago, and you were blind when you were one of those clan elders?"

"If you don't go, then why did you ask Uncle Seventeen to go, doesn't he just like to recite poems and write against each other, read and paint? Could it be that Uncle Seventeen has more weight in speaking than you?" Wang Changsheng said curiously.

"You're still young, you'll know when you grow up," Wang Li said with a little mystery, without explaining the reason.

"Because Uncle Seventeen is the biological son of Lao Zu, what he said has weight," Just as Wang Changsheng was thinking hard about the reason, a loud voice came from outside.

As soon as the words fell, a figure walked in, it was Wang Mingyuan, with a faint smile on his face.

"Dad, you're okay," seeing Wang Mingyuan, Wang Changsheng's face turned happy, and he hurriedly stepped forward and asked with concern.

"Don't worry, Dad is fine, your seventeenth uncle has spoken, and your uncle and they don't dare to force me to abdicate," Wang Mingyuan patted his son's shoulder, with a look of relief on his face.

"No, your seventeenth uncle said a word, and the ninth brother won't make trouble?" Wang Li wondered.

Hearing this, Wang Mingyuan glanced at Wang Changsheng, and after seeing the worried look in his son's eyes, he sighed, and then said: "I know that I can't hide this matter from you, eldest brother, they promised to let me continue to be the patriarch, but I must turn losses into profits within two months and make up for the losses, otherwise, I will abdicate in two months." ”

"It's really not easy to make up for the loss within two months," Wang Li suddenly realized when he heard this, and then turned his eyes to Wang Changsheng, and laughed softly: "But if there is Changsheng to help, it may not be impossible." ”

Hearing this, Wang Mingyuan was slightly stunned, and said in confusion: "Can Sheng'er help me? Are you kidding?

"Do you think I'm joking?" said Wang Li, in a true way.

In this regard, Wang Changsheng smiled, took out a red glittering talisman seal, and said with a smile: "Dad, what do you think this is?"

"Of course I know, Fireball Talisman!"

"Okay, okay, Changsheng, don't tease your father, take out all the talismans you have drawn!" Wang Li seemed to be unable to stand it anymore and urged.

Seeing this, Wang Changsheng no longer covered it up, and took out all the more than 30 talisman seals that had been drawn.

"This... Are these talismans made by you?" Seeing the dozens of glittering talismans in Wang Changsheng's hand, Wang Mingyuan was shocked and said with some disbelieving.

"Hmm," Wang Changsheng nodded, his face a little proud.

"Mingyuan, you gave birth to a good son, this kid is very talented in talisman making," Wang Li said in an envious tone, to be honest, when Wang Changsheng took out the made talisman seal to show him, his reaction may not be much better than Wang Mingyuan, from learning talisman making to successful talisman making, it only took less than a month,

The whole process is still all on their own efforts, in this case, I dare not say that there are no ancients, but in their Wang family, it is indeed the first person.