Three hundred miles in front of the spirit ship, there are two towns, one large and one small, the population of the large town is millions, covering a very vast area, the population of the small town is only a few thousand, but the area is not small, and the construction is even more majestic, like a luxurious palace.

The two towns are only more than thirty miles apart, and three broad straight avenues are connected together.

At this time, whether it is a big city or a small city, a heavy and oppressive atmosphere permeates it. The inhabitants of the big city stopped their work and returned to their homes, and the small city, which usually does not have many pedestrians, is now even less populated.

In the middle of the city, there is one of the most majestic palaces. In the palace, there is a tower about 10 feet high, made of huge stones. At the top of the tower, there are eight large windows that offer panoramic views.

Nineteen men deliberated cross-legged at the top of the tower, and from time to time some of them looked up at the east window, and at this time, the eyes of those who looked up were more gloomy.

"Ling'er, what do you think about this foreign sect that has been bullied in front of you?"

An old man with full vitality sat at the head of the seat, with a beautiful brocade robe embroidered with wisps of green flames, and turned his head to a middle-aged man led by the left seat and asked.

The middle-aged man who was asked by the old man had a face like a knife, long sword eyebrows on his face, a straight nose and thin lips, and a striking fierceness in his handsomeness.

The old man spoke, and the table was immediately silent, and all eighteen eyes were turned to the middle-aged man, wanting to see how the middle-aged man answered the old man's question.

In the face of the eighteen gazes, the middle-aged man was not flustered, a trace of thought crossed his eyes, and then he met the old man's gaze and said: "Father, there is no doubt that the current actions of this foreign sect are more about planning our Feng family's spiritual land in addition to coming to take revenge. Back then, Zhong'er killed one of the other party's Jindan period men, and it was just an excuse for the other party to be grandiose, and the situation today will not change much. ”

As he spoke, the middle-aged man's gaze turned to a young man on the opposite side who looked similar to himself.

As the middle-aged man's gaze turned, seventeen gazes also fell on the face of this young man who looked no more than twenty-five or sixteen years old, with a lazy face.

When the young man saw everyone looking at him, he shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly: "My father has said so, so it's not my fault." Now they dare to come, then we dare to fight, who is afraid of whom. ”

Seeing the young man behaving like this, the old man and the middle-aged man both shook their heads again and again, and they also looked helpless like the young man.

The remaining sixteen people, although they did not dare to behave as obviously as the old man and the middle-aged man, also looked down at the same time, and a faint disappointment crossed in their eyes.

"Ling'er, then how do you think this matter should be resolved?"

The old man sighed lightly, his gaze returned to the middle-aged man, and he asked.

For the old man's question, the middle-aged man did not answer as quickly as before, but frowned, and his eyes showed a contemplative look, obviously the middle-aged man had not thought of a way to deal with it.

While the middle-aged man was thinking hard, the rest of the people, except for the young man, were all like the middle-aged man, frowning and secretly thinking about countermeasures.

The old man on the seat is the previous generation head of the Feng family in Fengyang Mansion, named Feng Chengdong, a monk in the middle of the Yuan Dynasty.

A middle-aged man, Feng Chengdong's son, named Feng Ling, is currently the head of the Feng family. 100 Literature

A young man, Feng Ling Xiao'er, named Feng Xinzhong, a genius of the Feng family who has not been born for thousands of years, and a monk in the early stage of the Yuan Infant.

The remaining sixteen people, except for the five people with foreign surnames who are related to the Feng family, are all people with the blood of the Feng family.

"It's not a choice for the other party to choose, as long as there is a good sect spiritual land. Therefore, the child thinks that he might as well bow his head once, apologize to this foreign sect, and make heavy compensation, so as to eliminate the resentment of the other party for losing a Jindan period sect person, and let him save some face, and then explain to him the pros and cons of the war between the two sides, so that he can choose a sect to seize it again. ”

After a long time, Feng Ling's eyebrows slowly stretched out and spoke, but there was a thick sadness in his eyes.

"Second brother, do you mean that after letting this foreign sect save face, we will find a relatively weak sect to seize it, and in order to make this sect agree, we can secretly assist it?"

Feng Ling bowed his head, and a middle-aged man of his age and similar appearance asked him.

Nodding, Feng Ling replied, "Big brother, you're right, that's what I meant." Otherwise, they just chose a relatively weak sect to seize it, and it would be better to have a little more appetite and continue to attack our Feng family. Only if we help them so that when this foreign sect attacks other sects, they can seize a good piece of spiritual land without much effort, and they will be able to easily accept our proposal. ”

Feng Ling's voice fell, and Feng Xinzhong, who was on the other side, immediately looked slightly excited and said: "No, this Jindan period monk from an alien sect has already plotted against our Feng family, and it is normal for the child to be found and killed, and now it is okay to apologize to them! But now we have to whisper to them, but also send someone to help them seize the spiritual land, if it is passed out, what face does our Feng family have in the Splendid Realm!"

"Zhong'er!"

An angry shout came out of Feng Ling's mouth, and Feng Ling's long eyes shot straight at Feng Xinzhong like a sword.

Angry in his ears, Feng Xinzhong's body trembled when he met Feng Ling's fierce gaze, and then lowered his head and looked down, not daring to look at Feng Ling, let alone refute half a sentence.

"Zhong'er, this matter is a matter of life and death for our Feng family, and no matter how dignified it is, it is also a foreign object, and if it is dropped, it will be lost. ”

Seeing Feng Xinzhong like this, Feng Ling said in a soft tone, and there was deep fatigue in his tone.

"Blame me, if it weren't for the arrogance that I had in my eyes back then, almost all the surrounding sects would have offended, and I wouldn't have let people point directly at our Feng family, so I didn't hesitate at all. ”

With a wry smile, seeing that his grandson was being trained, Feng Chengdong, the former head of the Feng family, said with a self-deprecating face.

Feng Ling didn't say anything to comfort her, obviously acquiescing to what her father Feng Chengdong said.

"Father, it's useless for you to blame yourself, whether it was committed by Zhong'er back then, or what my father did back then, now together, it is our Feng family's catastrophe. How to survive this catastrophe with minimal loss is the top priority of our Feng family now!"

Feng Rui, Feng Ling's eldest brother, and Feng Chengdong's eldest son, saw that everyone's expressions were gloomy, so they had to cheer up.

"Also, it is a matter of life and death for our Feng family, how to survive this catastrophe is the top priority of our Feng family now!"

Feng Ling's eyes were bright and slightly sheng, and he repeated a sentence in his mouth.