"Stop"

Ning Hong saw that Ning Hong didn't pay the slightest attention to his plans, and continued to move forward, and then let out a loud roar, his face gloomy.

"Waste, I told you to stop, did you hear me?"

Waste, these two words have been constantly remembered in Ning Hong's ears over the years, and they have long been strange, and the two guards guarding the door did not react at all to Ning Hong's insult to the young mansion master, but looked at Ning Hong's gaze with extreme disdain, because Ning Hong was a waste.

Not far away, Ning Hong stopped when he heard the sound, and everyone thought he had figured it out.

But before Ning Hong had time to be happy, he saw Ning Hong squatting down, holding a cat with hair like snow, holding it in his arms, and gradually moving away, leaving his back stretched by the sun, so angry that Ning Hong stomped his feet.

"Waste and temper, hum, when I become the head of the house, you will be good-looking. ”

In the Ning family, according to the rules of the ancestors, whether it is a side branch or a descendant, the position of the head of the family is inhabited by a capable person.

That being said, but the position of the head of the family in the past generations has been in the hands of the descendants, and there has never been a child of the side branch who has become the head of the family.

On the one hand, the talent of the descendant is generally better than that of the side branch, if the two have the same talent, of course the family will also favor the descendant, just give a piece of candy in your hand to two children, one is your child, and the other is someone else's child, how will you choose?

Obviously, of course, it is for your own children, no doubt.

Ning Hong is the only third-grade spiritual root talent in the Ning family, although he is only a side disciple, but the position of the head of the family is very likely to fall on his head in the future, which is not unreasonable.

Ning Hong hugged the white cat and came to his own courtyard, his father, as the eldest son of the lord of the mansion, of course, was assigned to an annex, but there were only two people living in the huge courtyard, which was extremely deserted.

He had never seen his mother since he was born, and when he became sensible, he mentioned the matter to his father.

His father just wept and touched his head and told him that his mother had traveled far away and would come back to see him when he grew up.

At that time, he believed it, and it was not until he was eight years old that he found that his father would leave Ningfu on the ninth day of the ninth lunar month every year, and it was not until midnight that he returned with a full body of alcohol, and he was sad.

When Ning Hong was nine years old, he couldn't resist his curiosity and secretly followed his father to the northernmost part of Ning Mansion.

There is a mountain here, but its name is Ning Yuan.

Generations of his clan were buried here, and at that time he seemed to know something, and his heart was extremely panicked.

Looking at his father lying on the ground in a daze, who had already burst into tears, and the small mound on the side, a stone tablet stood on the side of his father, only to see that it was written - the tomb of his beloved wife Hu Yuehan.

His tears suddenly swirled in his eyes, and he wanted to cry loudly, but he was afraid that his father would find out, so he squatted in place and cried silently.

Ninety-nine, this day was originally meant to be with their relatives and lovers for a long time, but this became a day for their family to parting for a long time.

Every time he saw other children making a fuss in front of his mother, he always had a feeling of jealousy inexplicably, and since then he has never asked his father about his mother, and he is alone in his heart.

"It's back"

Pushing open the courtyard door, he saw a gray-haired middle-aged man sitting on a stone table on his elbows, the thick peach blossom tree behind him swaying in the wind, with a little pink falling on top of the middle-aged man's head, he didn't care about it at all.

He is Ning Hong's father, Ning Chenli, the son of the contemporary mansion master.

Seeing his son come in, his originally gloomy eyes disappeared in an instant, revealing a kind gaze.

Ning Hong responded, sat on the stone bench, gently stroked the white cat in his arms, made it squint his eyes comfortably, and shrunk his neck, which was extremely cute.

The silence in the courtyard was terrible, and neither of them spoke.

In the end, it was Ning Chenli who broke this strange tranquility.

"Let's practice more when you have time!"

After speaking, he didn't know how to tell his son, slowly pushed open the door with a smile on his face and left, although he also knew that it had no effect, but he had to set an example for his son, and he couldn't let him give up and have the idea of committing suicide.

Cultivating Zhou Tian's body forging technique was a daily job, although when he cultivated, he felt that the condensed heaven and earth aura would continue to pass, and in the past six years, he had fallen directly from the ninth order of quenching the body to the realm of mortal body.

But the physical power he has refined because of his aura is still there, but what's the use, without aura, he can't break through, and he is destined to be just a mortal.

......

Time flies quickly, quietly passing, and it has reached the eighth day of the ninth month of the lunar calendar.

The sun had just climbed the branches, and the people of the Ning family were in a sweet dream.

In the early morning, the birds chirp and the peach blossoms in the yard are covered with dewdrops, sparkling in the sun.

Ning Hong got up early and found a wooden box at the head of his bed, the size of a palm.

Twenty copper plates lay quietly in the box, which he had saved for several years.

He took out half of it and stuffed it in his arms, carefully hid the wooden box back, and quickly passed through the two guards at the door before everyone noticed.

Looking at the thin figure, it should be a disciple of the Ning family, the two didn't think much about it and let him leave.

On the streets of Kaiqu County, there has already been a lot of traffic, and all kinds of shouts and sales have come and gone, which is extremely lively.

The scent of steamed buns wafted everywhere and penetrated into the noses of passers-by, including Ning Hong's.

Goo-dong

Looking at the big, round, white and fragrant buns not far away, I swallowed my saliva unconsciously.

He hadn't eaten a meat bun for a long time, and in the Ning family, although he was the master of the Shaofu, he was just a waste in the eyes of everyone.

Since that time, not only have the cultivation resources been cut off, but even the daily meals are just plain and tasteless vegetarian steamed buns.

In the Ning Mansion, on the surface, the lord of the mansion has the greatest power, and below the lord of the mansion are the five elders.

Major matters in the family must be discussed by the elder group and the head of the house, but the power of the head of the house is still very large, if a policy is proposed by the head of the house, as long as one elder agrees, regardless of whether the other four elders agree or not, it must be implemented.

And Ning Hong's matter, the five elders actually agreed to stop everything at the same time, in their minds, a waste still wants to eat and drink big fish and meat for nothing, so that he can eat enough, and it is already very face-saving to not die outside, this thing is not any room for reversal, no matter how hard his grandfather tries, he can't change the position of any elder, even with his father secretly giving him something once, he was actually discovered by the elders, and his father's cultivation resources were deducted for a month.

"Boss, how many buns?"

Ning Hong walked up to the bun shop and asked.

"Two copper plates, little brother, my buns are very fragrant, this meat is still homemade, never fake, delicious and not greasy"

The boss was very enthusiastic about the introduction.

"Then bring me two"

.........

Halfway up the mountain in Ningyuan, in front of an ordinary tombstone, a handsome and emaciated young man sat on the ground.

The paper bag in his hand was struck by him, and a fragrant meat bag was taken out of it.

"Mother, you eat and look at the buns, they are fragrant. ”

The boy gently placed the paper bag in front of his mother's tombstone, and happily nibbled on the fragrant meat bag in his hand.

Just one bite, crystal tears kept sliding down his face.

"Tick tick tick".

The spring water dripping on the ground is crisp and pleasant, constantly echoing in the quiet Ning Garden.

The meat bun is so fragrant and delicious, why does it feel bland and tasteless now!

"Mother, you eat steamed buns!