Six Realms Office

Chapter 50 Jade Ding, Holy Book, He Shou Wu!
Jiang Yanbin looked at the man who was following the old man of the Jiang family, and clenched his fists tightly.

"The detection subject's mood fluctuates, and the fusion degree changes. It fluctuates between about 30.00% and 51."

The sound of the system sounded, and Chen Yuan remained expressionless. This situation had already been expected.

"Stop chatting, come here."

Jiang Wenchang said something majestic, and the children of the family on the side stopped their movements one after another, and gathered towards Mrs. Jiang.

"Grandpa, blessings are like the East China Sea, longevity is better than Nanshan!"

"I wish my great-grandfather a long and boundless life!"

"Grandpa, stay healthy and everything goes well!"

The disciples gathered around and congratulated Mrs. Jiang one after another.

A middle-aged man said with a smile: "Although the old man is already eighty years old, look at him, he looks so young. It's just that 'the blue dragon is still raining at dusk, and the old tree is blooming more in spring'!"

When he said this, everyone present laughed.

Old Mrs. Jiang also opened the corners of his mouth, and said with a smile: "What Canglong, you can't talk nonsense like that."

Although he reprimanded slightly, his expression showed his attitude towards this sentence, obviously he was very pleased with this compliment.

A young woman said with a smile: "Grandpa is in good health, just like 'Pine age lasts for a long time, flat peaches hold the sun for three thousand years'."

"Three thousand years old, big, big."

The old man chuckled, "Whoever can live three thousand years is a god."

"If I lived to be three thousand years old, wouldn't I become an old goblin?"

An older man said: "How can you say that? Uncle, you are so healthy, don't say three thousand years old, I think thirty thousand years old is fine!"

Mrs. Jiang said: "What nonsense, you guys, don't say such compliments."

"I've lived so long, and I haven't heard any good things. I want you to praise me?"

The middle-aged man said with a smile: "Yes, yes, uncle taught me a lesson!"

Those descendants laughed one after another. Chen Yuan and Jiang Yanbin stood among these people, watching all this indifferently.

Jiang Yanbin clenched his fist, and then slowly let it go.

"It's really scary. It seems to be happy and harmonious, but in fact, this family is all maintained by the old man of the main family."

Chen Yuandao: "I'm afraid that once Mr. Jiang dies, the people here will immediately turn against each other and start fighting for the position of Patriarch."

"There is a cold front under the hearts of the people, this is the big family."

Chen Yuan sighed: "No, it should be said that your Jiang family has deteriorated, and the cohesion of the family is constantly being lost."

"The entire Jiang family is like a big hollow tree. It looks like it has luxuriant branches and leaves, but it is actually dying."

Jiang Wenchang glanced around and said with a smile: "Old man, let's sit down first, it's still early, and there are still people who haven't arrived yet."

"Ah."

Mr. Jiang sat on the first wooden chair, and Jiang Wenchang stood behind him with a respectful expression.

The children greeted their family members to sit down one after another, taking their seats in order of seniority.

The main vein is in front, and the collateral is in the back.

"Uncle, this time I came back from Xinjiang and Tibet, but I brought you something good."

The older man stood up and pouted at a younger boy behind him. The man understood, and quickly handed the man a beautifully packaged box at his feet.

"Uncle, look."

The man opened the box and was amazed all around.

"Hetian jade?"

"It's a decoration of Hetian jade carving!"

He held a small jade tripod the size of a palm in his hand, and carefully handed it to Mr. Jiang.

"Well, yes, this is the Gobi material, and it's the highest level, it's hard to find!"

"Hey, uncle, as long as you like it."

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "I asked the celestial master of Longhu Mountain to look at this big tripod. Putting it at home can suppress some unknown things, and it can suppress the family's luck and make it flourish!"

"Okay, okay, it's rare that you have such a heart."

Mrs. Jiang nodded: "This is really a good baby."

Chen Yuan and Jiang Yanbin were standing next to the man. Jiang Yanbin was stunned for a moment when he heard what the man said, and then whispered to Chen Yuan: "Well, this one has been blessed by the celestial master of Longhushan? Why do I feel a little bit nothing?"

"I should be considered evil."

Chen Yuan's eyelids twitched: "What kind of heavenly master's blessing, you always say that when you can't see ghosts, but in fact, they are fooling you."

"For peace of mind, you take it seriously. If you go and pick up that tripod now, it can be smashed by him directly. Even the brats can't fool you to suppress evil spirits."

Jiang Yanbin didn't know what expression to make now. Well, anyway, I feel quite sad.

"Wen Lue, you have a heart."

Mr. Jiang smiled, and another person below said: "Mr. Jiang, this time I also brought some good things."

"Second brother's stuff is good, but mine is not bad either."

Mr. Jiang glanced at him, and said with a smile: "What's the matter, are you still fighting with your second brother?"

The man said: "I dare not, it's just that second brother's Jade Cauldron is good, but its momentum is too strong. This one of mine is the authentic "Ping An Tie" written by the calligrapher Wang Xizhi."

As soon as this remark came out, the members of the Jiang family around were all surprised, and someone exclaimed in a low voice: "Wang Xizhi's "Ping An Tie"? Isn't that here?"

"That's right, the original is in the Taiwan Museum."

The man opened his mouth and said with a smile: "But few people know that there is another volume of peace post, which is a waste manuscript written by the Shusheng himself."

"This is much more valuable than the authentic work!"

He laughed and said, "I bought it from a famous overseas collector for a price of one billion. This is the only copy in the world!"

A smile flashed in Mr. Jiang's eyes, and he said, "Wen Tao, you have a heart too, this thing is too expensive, you can take it back."

"I'm an old man, what can I do with this thing? When I die, can I still bring it into the soil?"

Jiang Wentao said: "This painting is precious, but it is nothing compared to Uncle's birthday. You can accept it at ease."

Jiang Wenlue looked at Jiang Wentao's attitude, his nose wriggled slightly, and a faint haze flashed in his eyes.

When the two returned to their seats, a girl stood up, she looked young, about twenty, she spoke, her voice was like an oriole, extremely ethereal.

"Grandpa, Yinger also has something good for Grandpa."

Mr. Jiang looked at his granddaughter, and said with a smile, "Ying'er has grown more and more sensual, what is it?"

"This is it!"

Jiang Yueying said: "Grandpa, look!"

She took out a box, gently opened it, and there was a thing lying in it, the color was dark, the brown was almost gone, and it looked like an old man, it was a Polygonum multiflorum.

"Millennium Polygonum multiflorum!"

The moment Chen Yuan saw this thing, his eyes widened, and he said in surprise: "The thousand-year-old Polygonum multiflorum, where did it come from!"

You know, the aura on the earth is thin now, and even spiritual animals like the Siberian tiger and rhubarb can't become spirits. After so many years, they can only understand human speech. Plants have made these things gradually disappear, and trees that have survived for thousands of years must have spirituality, and even consciousness has been born!

(End of this chapter)