Time flies, and soon it is the season of osmanthus fragrance.

In the small courtyard, two red maples are bright as fire in the morning sun.

Shen Yun sat at the desk, half-heartedly copying the copybook.

It has been more than a year since I came to Sangshan, and although the time is not short, the progress of cultivation is slow.

The Divine Consciousness has progressed rapidly because of the practice of prohibition, from the earliest time when it could only cast a maximum of four offensive and defensive prohibitions, to now it can be cast six times in a row, an increase of nearly double.

Originally, it was calculated according to the five styles of each prohibition, but I thought it was far from enough to practice breaking the ban.

As a result, when I tried it a few months ago, I was pleasantly surprised to find that I could barely perform it once.

After thinking about it carefully, I realized that it was the last trick of each prohibition, which especially consumed divine sense.

The ban is very error-prohibitive, and the posture, fast and slow rhythm and mana flow of each formula cannot be wrong, and a small mistake in any one of the formulas will lead to a complete failure of the entire ban.

There are a total of forty-nine spells for breaking the formation ban, which is close to ten times the number of moves for attack bans, but all of them are played, and the time consumed is almost the same as casting two attack bans in a row. This requires that the speed of casting the trick is extremely fast, and the faster it is, the easier it is to make mistakes, not to mention the large number of tricks, which causes the difficulty of the entire ban to be magnified countless times.

After months of practicing to break the formation ban, Shen Yun painfully found that this ban was too difficult, first of all, the speed could not keep up, and if he was a little slower, he would completely fail;

The second is that there are too many hand formulas, if there are only a few hand formulas, you will not make a mistake in your whole body concentration, and if there are many of them, it is difficult to maintain such a high degree of concentration all the time;

The most troublesome thing is that after practicing once, the divine consciousness is exhausted, and you need to rest for nearly half a day before you can practice the next time, and you can only practice three times a day at most, otherwise it will affect the cultivation of the main exercises.

I sighed in my heart, I guess I won't spend a longer time on hard training, I'm afraid I won't be able to master this prohibition.

When a word was finally written, Shen Yun dropped the brush.

Learning to break the formation was frustrated, so the last time Shi Qiulan's sister and brother came to communicate, they inquired by the way.

As a result, I realized that my formation and forbidden talent were surprisingly good.

Shen Yun still remembered the look of shock on the faces of Shi Qiulan's sister and brother when he talked about the six offensive and defensive prohibitions that took him about a month to master.

And breaking the ban, let alone learning, they are afraid when they look at it, and asking them is undoubtedly a fish for a fish.

"Chirp!" Xue Ling let out a clear sound, implying sadness.

Shen Yun's face changed greatly, his divine sense swept over, and tears suddenly rolled down uncontrollably.

The patriarch sat on the rattan chaise longue with a smile on his face, as if he was asleep, his face froze, and he walked away quietly.

The teacups on the stone table were still steaming, and Xue Ling was lying on the side, staring at the patriarch with a sad expression.

Shen Yun knelt in front of the patriarch's chair, tears welling up.

The old man gave himself the warmth of a loved one, but now, it is gone.

Gently knelt down in front of the old man, holding his drooping hands, if I could have met him a few years earlier, maybe I could help him slowly recuperate, maybe he could live happily for a few more years.

Although he had a premonition and plan, when it really happened, Shen Yunzhi felt that his heart had become empty......

The old man's body was slowly getting colder.

Hearing Xue Ling's wail, Yuan Laifu ran over, and when he saw it, he immediately howled and cried.

As early as the beginning of the year, Yuan Laifu discussed with Shen Yun the aftermath of the patriarch.

The patriarch has no children and nephews, and he is alone, and some distant relatives are either dead or have lost contact. At least three or four generations can be contacted, all of whom are some descendants of their own families who have not been in contact for a long time.

Yuan Laifu was an orphan, adopted by the patriarch since he was a child, and after the death of the old housekeeper, he was taken over by Yuan Laifu as the housekeeper, but he gave birth to many descendants, and he was also counted as the descendants of the Yuan clan, and he could do his filial piety.

As Yuan Laifu cried and ran to arrange the arrangement, the entire quiet summer resort suddenly heard a cry, and Sangshan was full of vegetarian in an instant.

The gate of the villa was opened, and more than ten domestic servants dressed in heavy filial piety galloped out on horseback, reporting the matter of the old Yuange driving the crane to relatives and friends in the capital and distant places.

Bao Zhengchu hurried over, without saying a word, and received relatives and friends who came to worship on behalf of Yuan Laifu.

Shen Yun knelt on the side of the mourning hall expressionlessly, and kept returning the salute very numbly.

Most of the relatives and friends who came to worship Shen Yun didn't know, not even the people kneeling beside him.

This amiable old man, whom he admired very much, finally finished his life. Shen Yun didn't care what others said, recalling the bits and pieces of being with the old man.

The old man was a mentor and friend, always inducing himself to learn from the good side step by step, and even in the last days, he still dragged his crippled body and tried his best to teach himself.

But what about yourself?

Not only was he at a loss for the old man's body, but he even hid his identity as an immortal cultivator, although the main reason was that he didn't want the old man to bother him anymore. But now that I think about it, it's too late to regret it, presumably the old man must be even happier when he learns that he is an immortal cultivator, right?

People are always like this, and they will know to cherish when they lose.

After the hustle and bustle of the day, the night is quiet.

In the mourning hall, most of the people rested.

Shen Yun squatted on the edge of the brazier, adding paper money, the breeze rose, the soot swayed, and the firelight illuminated his face flickering.

Xue Ling's big eyes were full of sorrow, lying quietly beside Shen Yun, screaming a few times from time to time, and staying all night.

Today, the Shi family and the Shangguan family came to mourn.

The last time Shi Qiulan came over, she had mentioned that now that Shen Yun has become the worship of the Shi family, the Xiong family and some friendly families know about it, including the Sun family.

Now, Shen Yun is the righteous grandson of the patriarch to do his filial piety, so the Shi family and the Shangguan family will come now, and even the Sun family may come, after all, they are all friendly families who help each other in name.

The generation of immortal cultivators only depends on cultivation, Shen Yun is an immortal cultivator in the Spirit Silence Realm, and he is worshiped by the Shi family, so the generation is the same as Shi Qiulan, so the Shi family will come with the grandfather, a friend of the patriarch, with courtesy.

Bao Zhengchu and the old eunuch Liu stood by the viewing fence and chatted, among the tea trees all over the mountains, and occasionally saw tea farmers busy.

"Gonggong Liu, I don't know when the emperor gave the old man the nickname, when can he come down?" Bao Zhengchu was a little anxious, and the nickname was delayed, so he took the opportunity to inquire about the old eunuch.

"This ...... We don't know, it's just a matter of the past two days. The old eunuch didn't say a word, he responded absent-mindedly, his eyes narrowed slightly and looked into the distance under the mountain, it was a huge team of honor guards, and he pointed with his hand and said, "Look, the people of the Shi family are here!"

The procession at the foot of the mountain gradually approached, a banner fluttered, the largest of which was a black pennant, embroidered with a big golden "stone" character, was blown by the wind to the sound of stabbing and stabbing.

The whole team was covered in silver and in good spirits.

"But I don't know if it's Shi Shilang or General Shi?" Bao Zhengchu asked with a puzzled face.

"It should be Shi Shilang, General Shi and the patriarch have no intersection. Old Eunuch Liu replied casually, and his eyes were also suspicious, after all, this team is really a bit of a lot.

"There's another team coming from behind. Mrs. Bao walked to her husband's side, and the team behind her was still far away, and she couldn't really see it.

"I heard that the elder of the Yuan Pavilion left a suicide note and gave most of his property to Shen Yun, and he is worth a lot of money at this time. Old Eunuch Liu suddenly glanced at Bao Zhengchu, and his tone was sour, "It seems that you, a nephew, are quite good at pleasing the patriarch." ”

"Hehe, I heard the patriarch say that Shen Yun never forgets what he teaches, and he will learn what he teaches, and his achievements in the future are limitless. Bao Zhengchu squinted, responded lightly, and looked at the team behind the Shi family. It's still too far away, and only two words embroidered on the flag can be vaguely seen, one of which should be a "Shang" character, "Could it be someone from the Shangguan family?"

"Huh. Old Eunuch Liu laughed dryly, his eyes also turned to the pair of people, his heart was even more confused, and he wondered, "It's true that the Shangguan family is from the Shangguan family, but I don't know which of the two third-grade members of the Shangguan family will come......?"

Shen Yun still knelt in the mourning hall expressionlessly, ignoring the outside affairs. Except for the occasional ** Xue Ling beside him, he almost didn't even move.

The old man's voice and smile kept coming to mind, and he didn't have the heart to pay attention to the noise outside.

It didn't take long for the Shi family's procession to enter the gate and climb the stone steps amid the sound of mourning music.

Bao Zhengchu and his wife and Old Eunuch Liu looked at the leading people, and immediately looked at each other.

The beautiful girl with a bright skin is dressed in white, and her clothes flutter in the wind, like a fairy descending to earth, looking extravagant and extraordinary, and walking in the forefront with a melancholy face.

She was followed by two men, a boy of eleven or twelve, with the hair of an adult, looking around, and a middle-aged man in his thirties, with a calm and unusually face.

followed by the two of them, and it was General Shi and Shi Shilang.

The first three, Bao Zhengchu and Old Eunuch Liu, didn't know each other, and they were immediately dumbfounded and looked incredulous.