Haoyu Zhenxian

Chapter 71 Grandparents and Father and Son

Haichang City is divided into three major areas.

The Chen clan monopolizes Fuge Mountain, and outsiders cannot get their hands on it.

Ten miles outside this mountain is the second layer area.

This large land was divided between the Geng family and the Tu family.

The two families of Tu and Geng are both foundation-building families, each following the Chen family for hundreds of years.

If the Chen family of Haichang Island is compared to an ancient tree, then the Tu family and the Geng family are the thickest branches on it.

The contemporary Tu family has a total of 120 members.

Among them, there is one monk in the middle stage of foundation establishment, and nine members of the tribe who are at the peak of Qi training.

In terms of strength, the Geng family has gradually been left behind.

Tufu.

The lights are bright, and the flying pavilion is flowing.

Compared with Yuchi's Mansion, this Tu's Mansion occupies a larger area and is more magnificently built.

In a secret cabinet under a study.

A hale and hearty old man was holding a silver fox talisman pen, and was meticulously writing on a piece of white paper.

"Da da"

Accompanied by a regular and rapid knocking sound, the secret door slowly opened.

Then, an elegant and handsome middle-aged monk walked over lightly.

Seeing the old man writing with a pen, he didn't dare to disturb him, he held his breath and stepped aside silently.

After the old man put down the talisman pen, he took half a step forward and asked doubtfully, "Grandfather, why did you summon your grandson?"

That's right, this middle-aged man is the No. 1 younger generation of the Tu family, Tu Xuanxiu.

That old monk was the head of the Tu family, Tu Zhenxi.

In the past few years, Tu Xuanxiu has been sitting in Jinyu Pavilion.

A quarter of an hour ago, he suddenly received a sound transmission paper crane from his grandfather, and then hurried back to the old house.

"Xuanxiu, are you in the death test recently?"

Tu Zhenxi glanced at him indifferently, and said without beginning or end.

Tu Xuanxiu was puzzled by the question, and replied truthfully: "No, grandson is sorting out the accounts, and by the way summed up the treasures in the pavilion."

"Oh, any more?"

Tu Zhenxi looked solemn and continued to ask.

"What does grandfather mean?"

Tu Xuanxiu's heart skipped a beat, and he broke into a cold sweat for himself.

"Chen Ping."

Tu Zhenxi whispered two words, and then fell silent.

"I see, grandfather."

Tu Xuanxiu was taken aback for a moment, and then said cautiously: "Tomorrow my grandson will come to visit him in person."

"Xuanxiu!"

Tu Zhenxi's face was serious, and he reprimanded in a low voice: "You are the only high-grade spiritual root monk in my Tu family for a hundred years, and you are different from others."

"You shoulder the burden of carrying the tripod!"

"I told you to go to Jinyu Pavilion, I didn't really want you to be a shopkeeper of leisure!"

"I hope that you can make more friends with potential through the platform of Jinyu Pavilion, especially the outstanding juniors of the Chen family."

"Then Chen Ping won both battles, showing his talent for cultivation beyond ordinary people. He even lost to Chen Dieyu, who possessed Heixi Blood Chain and Suhou Butterfly King, how could you still sit in the Golden Jade Pavilion indifferently?" Bookkeeping!"

In the end, his tone was full of disappointment.

"Grandfather, grandson knows his mistake."

Tu Xuanxiu choked his throat, and argued again: "Chen Ping is strong, but he is only a middle-grade spiritual root. Even if the Chen family bestows a foundation building pill, it is still a matter of whether he will be promoted in the end."

"Aren't your grandfather and me, as well as the elders of the Chen family, Chen Tong, Chen Munian, etc., all middle-grade spiritual roots?"

"The last time I was in the Jinyu Pavilion, I found that this kid's soul is extremely strong. If he builds a foundation, his supernatural powers will definitely surpass those of ordinary peers."

"And don't forget, Chen Yiru is standing behind him."

"Since Chen Ping has performed so brilliantly, then Chen Yiru, who originally looked at him differently, will definitely support him with all his strength."

Tu Zhenxi stared at her grandson, her eyes flickered coldly, and said coldly: "Xuan Xiu, you won't be secretly in touch with that side, will you?"

"No."

His heartbeat accelerated suddenly, and Tu Xuanxiu said firmly.

"Whether you have concealed it or not, my grandfather only said one thing, before Chen Xiangwen dies, you must not act rashly!"

"Chen Tong's attitude has been relaxed, what we have to do is..."

Tu Zhenxi tapped the talisman pen one after another, and threw the white paper into the air.

The blank paper fell slowly, and Tu Xuanxiu stared at it. The whole page was full of writing, but it was just the same word.

"Tolerate!"

"Tolerate!"

"Tolerate!"

Tu Xuanxiu seemed to have a thorn in his heart, mustered up his courage, and said in grief and indignation: "Grandfather, grandson is 43!"

"If the foundation is not established as soon as possible, the road after the passage will come to naught, and my grandson will never stop here!"

Seeing his usually high-spirited grandson tearfully sad at this moment, Tu Zhenxi felt a pain in his heart, and sighed quietly: "In five years, if the family's predicament is still the same, you will take Zhuji Dan away from the Chen family's sea area, and devote yourself to cultivating incognito."

"If one day, Xuanxiu can break through the Yuan Dan realm, come back and recognize your ancestors!"

……

Fuge Mountain.

A closed cave somewhere.

Chen Jinsong and Chen Xintong, father and son, sat cross-legged, each with a cup of cold tea.

"Xin Tong, tell Dad the truth, why have you repeatedly shirked the task of protecting the boat from the island in the past few months?"

Chen Jinsong said puzzled.

Since half a year ago, this youngest son seemed to be a different person.

Repeatedly refused the sailing task of escorting the boat out of the island.

He originally guessed that his son was worried about Chen Dieyu's competition and had no time to be distracted.

Regardless of the result, now that the competition is over, the son still refuses to return to Zhixingtang to perform his duties.

Chen Jinsong knew that there must be something strange in it.

"father……"

Chen Xintong showed a sad and melancholy look, and said anxiously: "My son has gotten into big trouble."

"What's the big trouble?"

Chen Jinsong frowned and asked immediately.

"Hey, my son was also implicated by Xue Wen."

Chen Xintong's voice was terrified, and he said tremblingly: "The person who broke through Tianbao Pavilion and killed Xue Wen was Lu Yu."

"Lu Yu! Why are you so sure?"

Chen Jinsong suddenly shrank his pupils and said in surprise.

Chen Xintong smiled wryly, and explained the ins and outs of Xue Wen's greed for money and sending people to murder Lu Yu, and how he waited in Yunquan Island for a few days, but he didn't see Xue Jiusan's brother returning to his life and so on.

"Bastard!"

Chen Jinsong raised the case, and couldn't help cursing angrily: "How dare you acquiesce in Xue Wen's robbing and killing the guests on the spirit boat?"

"It's all because of his eloquent tongue, which confuses his son."

Chen Xintong said angrily.

Anyway, Xue Wen had already encountered an accident, and all the dirty water was poured on him.

"Hmph, don't you have any evil intentions of dividing up the spoils afterwards?"

Chen Jinsong saw it through at a glance, and then smiled coldly.

He didn't really blame his son for participating in the robbery.

After all, in the cultivation world, there are countless such things.

No one who cultivates immortals has a clean hand.

Including himself, he has done several murders and seized treasures.

But my son capsized this time!

Who is Lu Yu?

With his own strength, he smashed Fujishan Island and killed several existences at the peak of Qi training.

The key is that he has only practiced Qi at the seventh level.

How could ordinary forces give birth to such a proud son of heaven!
Several elders of the Chen family even speculated that he was a true disciple of a certain Jindan sect.

Xuan-level swordsmanship is a treasure beyond the reach of their Chen family.

Moreover, according to his son's confession just now, Lu Yu's spiritual consciousness is comparable to that of a monk in the early stage of foundation establishment.

The combination of the two casts a veil of terror on Lu Yu.

"Who knew his strength was so outrageous, dad, you have to save your son!"

Chen Xintong cried and said, "If that bastard Xue Wen confessed to me before he died, his son would be dead!"

Chen Jinsong looked solemn, and said: "I'll go and say hello to Chen Leining later, and transfer you to the Law Enforcement Hall. For the next ten years, you should try to stay on the island as much as possible."

"Thank you dad."

Chen Xintong looked a little better.

There are many foundation-building monks in the city, and a three-level formation has been arranged. That Tiansha named Lu Yu will not forcefully break into this dragon's lake and tiger's lair just for him.

And there was a trace of luck in his heart.

Maybe Xue Wen was killed by Lu Yu before he had time to confess.

Or even if that person knew, he would let him go?

After all, he is not the mastermind, and even calling him an accomplice is rather reluctant.

(End of this chapter)