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Chapter 816 Inheritance
Not long after Mu Zhongcheng went to Qingshan, the two brothers Mu Liqin and Mu Lizhi went to kneel in the ancestral hall.

The two are now called Tailords, and there are great-grandsons running around under their knees, and the elders are proud and dignified since they grow up.How could he be punished to kneel in the ancestral hall at such an advanced age.

The first room and the fifth room were in chaos, the men gathered together to discuss countermeasures, the woman panicked and hurriedly ran around to inquire, the children were also crying, it was a mess.

Even if you inquire, you can't find anything, let alone countermeasures.

No one knew what Mu Zhongcheng said when he saw Mu Fanghe. The old man who had let go of things for many years suddenly called the two daughter-in-laws of the first house and the fifth house to ask about the recent movements.His expression and tone were still the same at that time.After the question, he directly asked the two brothers Mu Liqin and Mu Lizhi to kneel in the ancestral hall and wait.

Someone boldly leaned on the gate of the ancestral hall to listen, but he couldn't hear what was said inside, he could only faintly hear angry noises, it must be Mu Fanghe.

I don't know the reason, and I don't know where to start when I plead.

When the ancestral house was in a panic, Mu Fanghe was talking to Mu Zhongcheng lying down on the low floor of the study.

Old people are afraid of the cold, especially the ancestral house is built on a high mountain, and the climate is extraordinarily cold.Before winter came, a charcoal fire was lit in Mu Fanghe's house.

In the three-legged tripod, the newly added silver bone charcoal has just ignited, the two ends are frosty white, and the middle has a section of red.

Mu Fanghe was holding a pair of exquisite thin iron tongs in his hand, flipping the charcoal casually: "... I'm still old... Even if it's only ten years in the morning, this kind of scoundrel who doesn't abide by the family rules and doesn't care for the family, kill him!" Just kill it. After all, when a person is old, his heart cannot be hardened."

The old man Mu Fanghe is nearly a hundred years old.

In three months, he will be a hundred years old.At the beginning of the year, Mu Cangping ordered Mu Gang to make arrangements to hold a grand centennial banquet for the old man in the twelfth lunar month of this year.At that time, there will be many masters of the rivers and lakes coming to the banquet, and the imperial court will also send people to come, it will be the supreme scenery and glory.

The twelfth lunar month is cold and golden. It is said that people born in this month are very persevering.

Mu Fanghe is indeed such a firm and forbearing person.

He was born with a lot of wisdom, he learned all kinds of schools when he was young, but he was born with no talent in the way of swordsman.The Mu clan didn't start to wither under his hands, but when he was in charge of the family, they encountered the most sinister robbing and framing, and the decline was the worst.

He was only in his 20s at that time, and his father died tragically. He shouldered the heavy burden and led his people to escape, and finally went to the dangerous Green Canyon, where he hid for 40 years.

Knowing that he doesn't practice swordsmanship, he has exhausted his efforts to cultivate an heir who can restore the glory of the Mu family.

Among the five sons, the third son is the most talented, but he is estranged from him. He only wants to spend his whole life as a fisherman, a woodcutter, a farmer, and a student in the mountains, accompanied by idle clouds and wild cranes.

Fortunately, the grandson was upbeat.

The 16-year-old Mu Cangping came out of the valley with a sword in his hand and became famous all over the world. The Mu clan, who had been forgotten by glory for 40 years, stood in front of the world again with a powerful posture.

Mu Jiajian is difficult to learn, even more difficult to master.

It is even more difficult to learn to be able to be proud of a hundred schools of thought.

There is only one genius like Mu Cangping in four generations of the Mu family.Fortunately, another one appeared among his children, which is the mercy of heaven.

Mu Fanghe will never go against the will of the heavens and let that selfish and unworthy son ruin the overall situation.

For more than a month, he didn't bother much about other things, he just watched Mu Dianke's actions.He is very satisfied with this great-granddaughter.

As for the fact that Mu Dianke wanted to miss the Jin family wholeheartedly and regarded him as an enemy, it didn't matter at all.These people are half buried in the ground, and they are always going to die.

But Mu Dian can live, and Mu Jiajian can live.

"Grandpa, like Cang Ping, thinks that only Xiao Si'er can keep the Mu family?" Mu Zhongcheng asked.

The old man smiled and shook his head, "You are still too loyal."

The wrinkled face has wiped away the deepness and coldness on the face of the head of the family, but the turbid pupils still shone with a falcon-like sharp light, sharp but also ruthless,

"The people of the clan are dead, and they can be raised again. But this sword - it has been dusted for too long, and the humiliation it suffered is not a generation. It can be washed away in just a few decades. As long as the sword in Mu Dianke's hand The surname is Mu, whether she kills Mu or protects him, maybe she can give birth to a decent child and pass on the Mu family sword, this is already the best ending."

After so many years in the Green Canyon, he has figured out many things and looked away.

The so-called "passing on the male but not the female, and not passing on the son-in-law", sticking to the rules, in the end, it narrows one's own.

Most importantly, the sword manual created by the ancestors must not be lost.

"Is this what Cang Ping meant?"

Mu Fanghe nodded, his old head dangling on his thin neck, as if it could fall off at any time: "I think so, and he naturally thinks so too."

It may be difficult for ordinary people to understand Mu Fanghe's feelings, but Mu Cangping was brought up by him, subtly, and he is basically the same as him in judging and choosing major events.

And it was Mu Cangping who first wanted to test Mu Dianke with a fake sword manual.After he finished testing, he came to tell Mu Fanghe the result and asked him to hold down the people in Qingshan ancestral house.

They just wanted to see what Mu Dianke would be able to achieve after letting Mu Dianke to toss about.

The result was better than expected.

"Of course, she is not as ruthless as her father, and this weakness is just right at the moment. When she is alive, at least your line in the east of the city can be preserved, with the prestige of the Mu family sword." Mu Fanghe slowly Said: "But if within three generations, there is still no one worthy of a great job, it can only be said that it is good luck."

He felt regretful: "Zijian... still had some aura when he was young."

Mu Zijian was not outstanding, and Mu Cangping was also reluctant to kill Mu Dianke.

It's a pity that he has been thinking too much these years, and he is too afraid of his father, so that he is trembling and timid, and his swordsmanship is more than skillful, but he lacks a little courage.

The sword is a weapon of murder, and the mediocre can win by skill.If you go further up, you need to look at that crucial fortitude.

This is what Mu Dianke lacks the most.

The old man talked a lot, and he was tired, so he yawned faintly and said, "You can go too."

Mu Zhongcheng went.

Knowing where the bottom line of Mu Fanghe and Mu Cangping was, he felt much more at ease.These days he always seems to be very angry, and he is devastated by the frequent accidents of the Mu family. Half of it is dissatisfaction with Mu Dianke's arrogance, and the other half is not clear to him.

——Probably, he was really afraid that Mu Cangping would kill Mu Dianke in a fit of anger, and he would not be able to keep her in the end.

The servant Liangcai made the charcoal fire in the basin more vigorous, and covered Mu Fanghe who was already asleep with a thin quilt.

He walked out of the door lightly, walked through the courtyard, passed through a poplar grove that was rarely visited by people, walked the nearest hidden sheep intestine, and soon arrived at the foot of the mountain.

(End of this chapter)