Starting from the Dragon Tribe

In a bedroom of Shenhuo Manor.

The white-haired old man was lying on the bed, looking haggard. He was the elderly and seriously ill head of the Dongfang family.

He is sixty-three years old this year. As a master of the generation, he should not be so old.

All because when he rebelled against the Eastern Spirit Clan in his early years, he fought with the masters of the clan, leaving behind hidden wounds.

He could not see it when he was young, but he dominated the world without any rival, established the Shenhuo Manor, and spread the reputation of Pure Yangyan throughout the continent.

But now that I am getting older, my health is getting worse day by day. I often get sick, and my cultivation is gradually declining. This time I fell ill, and I felt pain all over my body even when I was lying down and walking.

He knew that given his current condition, he would probably be heading west in a few years, but he didn't have many regrets in his heart.

At least there are descendants left, even though they are only daughters. Outsiders may think that it is a pity that their Shenhuo Manor is in decline and there are no sons.

But he knew that women were the cornerstone of the Dongfang family's inheritance.

Because if a woman from the Dongfang family is willing, she can pass on her entire body cultivation to her child, so that the child can win at the starting line as soon as he is born.

No, with the Dongfang family's already outstanding talent and the woman's cultivation, her child is almost at the finish line.

In addition to his daughter, he also had a good apprentice. Not only was he extremely talented, but he also mastered the Dongfang clan's fire control skills at a young age. Even he did not have such exquisite skills when he was young.

Not only is he talented, but he is also very filial.

His two daughters were always around him when they were young, but as they grew up, they became less and less close to each other.

I was lying in bed seriously ill, and no one came to take care of me. My little daughter ran around and played all day long, like a child who would never grow up.

The eldest daughter recently, for some unknown reason, heard reports from servants that she lingered in the Huaishui Bamboo Pavilion a hundred miles away from the Shenhuo Mountain Villa all day long, looking into the distance in a daze, holding a scabbard in her arms.

Judging from his experience, I am afraid that his little Huaizhu is so homesick when he has someone he likes.

well--

It's better to be the eldest disciple. He checks on himself every day, and sometimes even helps him give medicine in person. He is really a filial and good boy. It's not in vain that he picked him up and raised him when he was a child.

Dong dong dong——

There was a knock on the door, and the head of the Dongfang family stood up and said, "Come in."

The door opened, and Jin Renfeng came in, carrying medicine, with a faint smile on his face, "Master, Xiaocui went down the mountain to do shopping today, and I'm here to deliver medicine to you."

The old master leaned on the bedside and showed a rare kind smile in front of his disciple, "Feng'er, you still have your heart."

On weekdays, the maid Xiao Cui usually comes to serve him, or Xiao Lu Lai follows his daughter. Occasionally, when his eldest apprentice comes in person, he will scold him.

Jin Renfeng scolded Jin Renfeng for not cultivating well and wasting time on this, but every time Jin Renfeng said that he had not failed in his cultivation and that it was his duty to come and fulfill his filial piety to his master.

The head of the hometown family was unfailing on his face, but he felt really happy in his heart. He said with emotion, "I raise my children to protect myself from old age."

Alas, it's a pity that Huaizhu already has someone he likes, otherwise it would be perfect for her and Feng'er to grow up as childhood sweethearts.

Little Qinlan's words seemed a little too small, and her temper was too out-of-the-box, so she probably wasn't the type that her disciple liked.

"Master, what are you talking about? I'm not worried about your physical condition. I haven't seen you for a few days and wanted to see for myself whether it has improved."

Jin Renfeng gently placed the medicine bowl on the bedside, then helped the old master pull up the quilt and covered it to his chest, "How does Xiaocui do things? It's almost winter, why are you still here?" The cover is so thin, I will wait for my disciple to get a new one."

"Hey, I don't blame Xiaocui. Who would have thought that I would be so ill with pure Yang Yan that I would be afraid of the cold."

The old master waved his hand with difficulty, and became more and more pleased when he saw his disciple's concerned eyes.

"Come, master."

Jin Renfeng picked up the medicine bowl, scooped out a spoonful, and blew on it gently, "It's time to take the medicine."

Naturally, this medicine has added ingredients. Rather, he always added ingredients to the medicine he gave to the master, but it was just a very small amount and could not be noticed at all.

Only over time can it take effect slowly.

He just came here today to check on Lao Wusheng's physical condition so that he could judge how to use medicine in the future, and strive to complete his plan as quickly as possible, otherwise things would change if it was too late.

If he wanted to take action directly, he wouldn't dare.

Even though the old man looks haggard now, if he really fights for his life, I am afraid that few people under the Demon King will be his opponents. Even if the outbreak does not last long, it will definitely be enough to bury him with him before he dies. .

Jin Renfeng has endured it for so many years, so of course he has to be patient at the last moment and do things perfectly.

Not only did he want to replace the old immortal's spiritual blood, but he also wanted to hide it from the outside world and replace his own blood into the other party's body, and then announce that the old family leader had died of illness.

In this way, he has obtained the spiritual blood and is not stained at all. As for the two junior sisters, they have not visited the master these days, so how can they know the inside story?

Even if you check afterwards, you won't find anything unusual in the old man. Isn't it normal to die suddenly after being seriously ill for several months?

Thinking of this, he felt a little grateful to the masked sword boy.

If he hadn't taken away Junior Sister Huaizhu's soul, she would still occasionally come to check on the old man's condition, but recently she stopped coming at all and listened to the subordinates reporting on the situation.

Of course, the servants will tell Huaizhu that the old master's illness is gradually improving, because... those are their own people.

"Feng'er..."

After the old master drank the medicine, he spoke.

"Disciple is here."

Jin Renfeng looked like she was listening attentively.

"My master is indeed getting old. I am afraid that I will not be able to survive the hidden injuries I suffered when I was young. I founded this huge Shenhuo Manor with my own hands. After I leave, I don't want it to gradually decline."

The old head of the family sighed with emotion. He knew that even if he recovered from his illness this time, he would not be able to live for a few more years. The next time the hidden injury recurred, it would be the time to kill him.

"Master, why do you say this? Your magical skills are incredible. After your body recovers, you will live a long life."

Jin Renfeng placed the medicine bowl on the bedside table.

"Alas, old age is not enough. You both know Huaizhu and Qin Lan. It doesn't matter that they are women. It's just that their talents in divine fire cultivation are average and far inferior to yours. Moreover, their temperament cannot be managed."

Halfway through, the old master coughed twice and said, "You are a senior brother. I hope you can help the two junior sisters in the future. For the sake of my master..."

The old master coughed violently again, and Jin Renfeng quickly supported him and patted him on the back.

"Ahem, cough...that's all. Let's not talk about this anymore. Feng'er probably doesn't want to be gossiped about by outsiders. Huaizhu belongs to someone else, and little Qinlan is very different in age from you, that's all."

The head of the old family waved his hands, meaning that he was fine, "I just hope that Feng'er can take care of your two junior sisters and prevent Shenhuo Manor from being bullied."

Jin Renfeng had a complicated mood for a moment, but after hearing the end, she became gloomy again, but she didn't show it on her face.

He looked serious, "Master, don't worry, I will never let others bully my junior sister when I have a disciple."

Don't let others bully you, that's all.

"This puts me at ease. Feng'er, please go down and don't slack off in your practice."

The old head of the family nodded happily. He originally wanted to pass the Shenhuo Mountain Villa to Jin Renfeng, because he had also seen Jin Renfeng's management of the Villa over the years.

Not only does he have excellent talent in cultivation, but he also knows how to manage and manage. He is a very suitable candidate to be the owner of the village.

He had previously wanted to marry Huaizhu to Jin Renfeng, so that Jin Renfeng could legitimately become the owner of Shenhuo Manor. When he had children in the future, it would be convenient for him to take the surname Dong.

But I didn't expect that the eldest daughter was traveling abroad and had someone she liked. The younger daughter was not suitable, so she passed it to Jin Renfeng directly, and outsiders were afraid that they would gossip.

Let him assist his two daughters, so that when the next generation is born, Huaizhu or Qin Lan give birth to a child, the Shenhuo Villa will naturally rise again.

"Then I will not disturb the master's rest. Disciple, please leave."

After Jin Renfeng saluted, he picked up the plate and walked out of the bedroom.

After the door closed, his expression darkened.

Master, I will take good care of my junior sister, and I will also take good care of Shenhuo Manor, because these... they will all be mine soon.

In the middle of the night, in the bedroom, the old master opened his eyes and asked, "Who is it?"

His voice was calm, and he was not panicked by the intrusion of an uninvited guest. His spiritual power did not fluctuate at all, but it was like a hidden torrent, ready to go.

"Nangong Sunset, I have seen the old heroes from the East."

Lu Chen walked out of the shadows and saluted the head of the Dongfang family on the couch.

"Nangong... sunset?"

The old patriarch's eyes flashed, he sat up with some difficulty and looked at the young man in black clothes and black sword.

Feeling the faint sword intent that the opponent still had after the edge was gone, he felt a little emotional, "Should I say that the younger generation is fearful, or the grace of the predecessors is impressive."

"One life after another, the boy is just Nangong Sunset now."

Lu Chen said.

"There are rumors that you have passed away, but you show up in front of me in the middle of the night. What's so important?"

The old head of the family sat up straight, and the spiritual power in his body was gradually awakening and surging. He had heard about the other party's deeds, but he didn't know what the purpose of coming here was.

"Senior, please be calm. I don't have any malicious intent in coming here."

Lu Chen's voice was calm.

"Oh? Tell me, what do you want from a terminally ill old man like me?"

The old head of the family asked curiously.

"This junior is here to propose marriage."

Lu Chen saluted.

"Propose marriage?"

The old head of the family frowned, "I heard that you weren't reincarnated because of your fate. Why, you fell in love with my daughter again?"

"Senior, I have misunderstood. I am here to propose marriage for my second brother, as an envoy of the Wang Quan family."

Lu Chen said with a smile, took two steps forward and handed over a letter.

He went to Wang Quan Villa a few days ago, and this was a letter written by Wang Quan's old family head.

King Quan Hegemony's father also looks very old. His situation is similar to that of the head of the Dongfang family. He lives in bed. All matters of King Quan Villa are taken care of by Steward Fei, but Steward Fei is an old "loyal minister".

Ba Ye didn't know about this. Lu Chen felt that this guy was too tough, so he gave him a wave of ultimate assists, and at the same time, he had a back-up to prevent any accidents.

"Oh? It turns out that the second son of the masked group is the eldest son of King Quan Villa. King Quan is the hegemon. No wonder, no wonder..."

The old head of the family chuckled twice, "They are a good match."

When he was young, he had a discussion with the head of the Wang Quan family, and the relationship was not bad. Now that the children of both parties are in love, it would be a good idea to form an in-law family.

It's just that the Wang Quan family would not be able to marry into his Shenhuo Manor. If Xiao Qinlan is made the head of the family... Shenhuo Manor doesn't know what kind of chaos it will be.

That's all, Feng'er is still here. Since Huaizhu likes it, let her do it.

I heard that Mr. Swordsman of the mask group can take on the Poison King's moves at a young age. He is extremely talented, probably even above his father. He is talented and beautiful, which is a good thing, a good thing.

but……

The head of the old family looked at Lu Chen, "Where's the betrothal gift?"

This is something that can be decided by the parents of both parties, but shouldn’t the person proposing marriage come with a betrothal gift?

Besides, he didn't understand. Could it be that Nangong Sunset was killed in the bombing just to secretly come to him and propose marriage to his brother?

Lu Chen smiled and handed over another Thousand Miles Tracing Talisman, "This is the betrothal gift."

The old patriarch frowned, "What do you mean?"

He naturally knows what it is. Give him a chasing talisman. Does it mean that he can summon the other party when he needs to save his life?

The old head of the family is a little unswerving. Even though he is old and seriously ill, he is still the top master in the world. How can he get the protection of a junior?

What's more, this is Shenhuo Manor, his own territory. There are thousands of disciples in the villa, and Feng'er, who has a good cultivation level, is here. Who dares to break into the hinterland of the human race and cause trouble in Shenhuo Manor?

Lu Chen clasped his fists and said: "I just hope that senior will accept this thing personally. You can think about it for a while longer whether you agree to the marriage proposal. The betrothal gift is not limited to this one. The rest will be discussed by Wang Quan's family and the boy in a while." Send them together.”

He did things perfectly this time. In order to prevent Ba Ye from getting too excited and missing the mark, Ba Ye didn't let Ba Ye know about the marriage proposal.

"What are you... planning?"

The old head of the family was a little suspicious and felt something was wrong.

"My second brother and my daughter are in love with each other. I, Nangong Sunset, have always been upright in my actions and have no ill intentions towards Shenhuo Manor. I believe that my senior will not doubt this."

Lu Chen explained.

The old head of the family pondered for a moment and nodded. Whether it was in ancient books or in the modern world, Sunset was a decent person with a chivalrous spirit. To be honest, with the other party's strength, Shenhuo Manor had nothing to gain from the other party except his own daughter. .

etc……

daughter?

Huaizhu already has a lover, but little Qinlan does not.

I remember what the ancient books said? Dugu Sunset is a...lolicon! ?

Thinking of this, the old patriarch Dongfang's eyes became unkind, "You are not attracted to..."

"Absolutely not!"

Before the old Patriarch Dongfang could finish speaking, Lu Chen interrupted with a serious look on his face.

You can eat food indiscriminately, but you can't talk indiscriminately, and you can't be indiscriminate about mandarin ducks.

"That's all, is there anything else?"

The old head of the family was a little tired and had just tried to cheer up when a feeling of weakness hit him.

"That's what I'm talking about today, but I hope that I will not mention it to others about my visit and proposal of marriage, including of course your apprentice and daughter."

Lu Chen clasped his fists and prepared to leave.

"I understand, I'm waiting for the betrothal gift from the Wang Quan family."

The head of the hometown waved his hand. He could understand that the other party asked him to keep it a secret.

Nangong Sunset faked his death because he probably wanted to hide his identity. He couldn't just come to Dongfang's house to help his brother propose marriage. He had no interest in interfering with what the young man wanted to do.

Keep it a secret, and tell Huaizhu when the betrothal gift from Wang Quan's family arrives. It will be a surprise for his daughter.

Lu Chen left the bedroom and quickly left the Shenhuo Manor with the help of the Liuyun Armor's concealing aura effect.

Now that all kinds of insurances are in place, he can finish it perfectly just when the drama begins.