PS: Xiaohe had a lot of bad luck today, chasing the bus actually broke his foot and fractured his little thumb.

However, Xiaohe was slightly injured and couldn't get out of the line of fire, so he wrote a chapter first, and the second chapter depends on the situation.

For the sake of Xiaohe's dedication, let's support it a lot, thank you!!

Although the hall seats thousands of people, a third of the space is empty. In the middle of the vacated one-third hall, there was a red table that was no different from other tables, on which there was a jade pot, a jade cup, and a few plates of ordinary spirit fruits, which were very light.

Behind this table sat a middle-aged man with big ears and a calm demeanor, who was now recuperating with his eyes closed, as if he was sitting in a mountain hut, rather than under the gaze of thousands.

After a crisp bell rang, thousands of people in the hall began to eat slowly.

Although everyone was lightly moved, thousands of people moved together, which suddenly made the hall noisy.

Behind the main hall sat quite a few teenage children.

When it was quiet before, the children were very quiet because of the atmosphere. But when the noise started, finally someone couldn't help but speak.

"Wei Zhengxiong, are you really cultivating that Laoshizi sword cultivation path?" a fair-skinned little fat man asked a thin black boy beside him with a narrow face.

The thin black boy glanced at him, ignored it, and silently ate a piece of snack.

The little fat man smiled and said: "Mortals without spiritual roots also want to cultivate the truth, it's really whimsical, and only a fool like you would believe this kind of garbage on the Internet!"

Although this little fat man does not look good, his body exudes a trace of mana fluctuations. This man clearly has a spiritual root, and has entered the monk's door.

The thin black boy ate his snack silently without saying a word. It's like you didn't hear anything.

The thin black boy didn't react, but someone did.

The middle-aged man who had been sitting silently on the main seat with his eyes closed suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were like electricity, and he looked towards the corner where the little fat man was sitting.

The sudden movement of the head of the family made the high-level Wei family, who was sitting in the front row and had been secretly thinking about the look of the head of the family, suddenly startled, and everyone stopped their movements one after another. Looking up at Wei Xiaolong, whose eyes were like electricity.

Like a chain reaction, the hall fell silent for a few breaths.

Someone couldn't help but look back at Wei Xiaolong's gaze, but only saw the moving head.

Wei Xiaolong frowned and looked at the corner of the hall for a moment. I closed my eyes again.

When the children of the Wei family saw that the head of the family closed their eyes again, most of them were relieved, only some of the Wei family's descendants were a little surprised, and they seemed to feel a powerful divine thought passing by.

But. Most of the monks of the Wei family are not highly cultivated. The late Jindan monk was already the highest cultivator in the Wei family's lineage. The Sword Cultivator's Divine Thoughts were already different from ordinary monks, and they were shocked, but they were not sure if they had really felt the Divine Thoughts passing by just now.

In general, within the cultivation family, the higher the qualification, the higher the cultivation, the more attention and the higher the status, which is understandable in this world world where strength is respected. But the Wei family is different, relative to the assets and connections that the Wei family has in their hands. The strength of an individual is nothing compared to the strength of the family's business until it reaches a certain level. Therefore, the Wei family cultivated their children equally, regardless of whether they had spiritual veins or not, and the status of the monk in the family was not determined by his cultivation, but by his achievements in the trading company.

People's energy is always limited, and if the children of the Wei family with spiritual roots want to achieve something in cultivation, they must spend a lot of time in retreat and cultivation, which is bound to give up running in the family trading company. Therefore, except for a few Jindan monks who served in the Tower of Babel, most of the Wei monks did not have a high status.

However, in this realm of cultivation, the monks always have a plot of looking down on mortals, and the monks of the Wei family will be more or less affected by this, so the relationship between the monks of the Wei family and other family members is not harmonious. That little fat man is a prime example of this influence.

In this context, the situation of the Wei family monks is actually a little inconsistent with the Wei family's financial resources, which is also one of the reasons why most of the Wei family monks are not high, of course, this is also related to the small number of spiritual root monks among the Wei family's children, and the quality of the spiritual root is not high.

The Wei family monk quickly took it for granted that the seemingly nonexistent divine thought just now was the work of a senior monk hired by the family, and left the matter behind.

After this little episode, the hall returned to calm, and the little fat man naturally didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore.

A banquet ended in such silence, but the children of the Wei family had long been accustomed to this kind of peculiar birthday banquet. After everyone finished eating and drinking, they kowtowed to the head of the family to celebrate his birthday, and then retired one after another.

The thin black boy who was ridiculed by the little fat man was led by a dark-skinned, short, middle-aged man to the parking lot at the bottom of the mountain, and they were about to get into the car, but they were stopped by a servant.

The servant saluted to the middle-aged man beside the thin black boy Wei Zhengxiong and said, "Cong Xing, the head of the family has ordered you to take your son to visit his old man's house together." ”

The middle-aged man is Wei Zhengxiong's father, named Wei Congxing, who is the leader of the new generation of Wei family children of the Wei family firm, and has already achieved the position of the chief steward of the Julu Shang Planetary Domain Branch at a young age.

Wei Congxing listened to the servant's words, and couldn't help but be slightly stunned, with his status in the trading house, although it is not common to be summoned by the head of the family, it is not impossible, if the head of the family only summons him, it is naturally not strange, but it is a little unusual to summon his son together.

Although Wei Zhengxiong is also a leader in the new generation of the Wei family, he is far from being noticed by the head of the family.

This servant's words not only surprised Wei Congxing, but also caused the other Wei family members in the vicinity to stop and pay attention.

Although Wei Congxing was puzzled, he naturally did not dare to slack off on the summons of the head of the family, and nodded in agreement after being slightly stunned.

The servant saluted again, stretched out his hand slightly sideways, and said, "Please come with me, Chief Steward of Congxing, Prince Zhengxiong." ”

Wei Congxing was puzzled, and followed behind the servant with his son, and walked towards the top of the mountain under the gaze of the other Wei family members.

Wei Congxing and the two followed the servant to a quiet small courtyard behind the peak, and the servant asked the two to wait in the courtyard and walked into the only simple house in the small courtyard.

After a while, the servant came out and said, "Come in, you two, the master is waiting in the house." ”

Wei Congxing greeted his son with apprehension and slowly walked into the house.

Different from his father's apprehension, Wei Zhengxiong has been an idol of the head of the family since he was a child, and he is full of excitement at this time, like falling into the clouds, and he can still take care of his father's look.

The two of them walked through the door, and inside was a very simple hall, which looked no different from the hall of an ordinary farmhouse.

A table without any ornamentation, and on either side of the table are two humble chairs that are apparently from the same clumsy carpenter.

There were five chairs on each side of the hall, which were not even lacquered and had a faint smell of wood.

On the wall behind the only table in the hall hangs a splashed ink landscape, if this house, this furniture can only appear in the farmhouse, then this painting is definitely a wealthy family is qualified to collect.

This landscape, with not much brush and ink, looks simple, but it expresses the scene of an empty mountain after the new rain vividly and exquisitely, with a faint water vapor and ink, and even makes people feel a kind of moisture blowing on their faces.

What is surprising is that this elegant landscape is integrated with the simple furnishings in the hall, just like the finishing touch, so that this farmhouse hall faintly reveals a kind of solitary elegance of picking chrysanthemums under the east fence to see the South Mountain.

In front of the table, there is a short figure, but it gives people a sense of majesty. He was looking up at the landscape paintings on the wall, and he didn't seem to notice anyone entering.

Wei Congxing hurriedly stopped, hung his head and stood quietly, not daring to disturb the master of the family to appreciate the painting.

Wei Zhengxiong, who was behind him, was startled by his father's sudden stop, but he was also a martial arts practitioner, and he stretched out his hand quickly and stopped his steps in time. But as soon as he scrambled his steps, he made a slight shrill sound in the quiet hall.

A trace of anger flashed in Wei Congxing's eyes, but it was inconvenient to scold him on the spot.

As if awakened by the scattered footsteps, the towering back slowly turned around.

Wei Zhengxiong watched the dignified face of the head of the family slowly appear in sight, and his heart couldn't help but beat.

Wei Congxing is also a high-level genetic warrior, his ears and eyes are no worse than those of the Zhuji monk, so he naturally heard his son's violent heartbeat, he didn't blame him this time, didn't he look like his son when he first saw the head of the family.

With such a sigh in his heart, he bowed his hand to the head of the family and said, "The chief steward of Qianshui Bank, Congxing, pays a visit to the head of the family. ”

Wei Xiaolong's gaze first stopped on Wei Zhengxiong's body for a moment, and then he said to Wei Congxing: "I heard that since you became the Grand Steward of the Thousand Waters Trading Bank, the trade volume between our trading house and the Northern Iron-blooded Empire has increased by two percent. This is very good, it is difficult for our Julu Trading House to develop its business within the Xiuzhen Alliance, and the trade with the four empires is the most important growth point for our Julu Trading Bank's future development. The Cullinan is bent on competing with the trading houses supported by the various sects for the high-grade spiritual material business, which I don't approve of, and the Tower of Babel will never support us in doing so, so you have to do it well. ”

Wei Congxing heard what the head of the family said, and immediately felt overjoyed, he and Wei Tianxi, the current head of the Business Alliance, disagreed on the future development direction of the Business Alliance, so he invited himself to preside over the Qianshui Bank of the Northern Remote Star Domain to open up foreign trade for the family, so as to prove that his ideas were correct. The head of the family said this, which is naturally the greatest affirmation of him. More importantly, he heard from the words of the head of the family that he could go further within the business house in the future.

Wei Congxing's heart was excited, and he was about to say something to show his feelings, but he heard the head of the family speak again, "This child is your son?"

Wei Congxing was slightly stunned, and he didn't know where his child had attracted the attention of the head of the family.

He reacted quickly and said: "Yes, this is Congxing's youngest son, he is quite down-to-earth, he will be fifteen years old this year, and the child wants him to enter the bottom of the business bank for a few years, and this time he will be brought to see the world." ”

Wei Xiaolong nodded and said, "This kid is good, I like it very much, just leave him in this immortal mansion to accompany me, an old man." (To be continued......)