"No."

Chen Donghe held his fists with a smile, pulled the child to him, and said softly:

"I'm here to look for Brother Qiuyang."

Li Qiuyang took a step forward and sat down on the stone bench in the courtyard. His spiritual consciousness came out of his body, and he was still paying attention to the stone door of the hermitage in Shamoli. He smiled and said:

"Brother Donghe, just say it straight away!"

Chen Donghe nodded and said seriously:

"I went back to the Chen family. There is a spiritual person in the family. They want to entrust me to lead him to the Taoism. But I can't come to lead him. I'm afraid I have to entrust it to my brothers."

"oh?"

Li Qiuyang lowered his head and did not agree immediately. He stared at Chen Mufeng's face for a while. Seeing that the boy was quite well-behaved, Chen Donghe spoke again and used his magic power to transmit the message:

"I heard that all the children under Brother Qiuyang are incapacitated, but it will be difficult to deal with it in the future... Why not accept this child, teach him carefully as a master and disciple, and then marry him to a daughter, and wait until he is dead a hundred years ago

After that, the children can also have shelter..."

These words hit Li Qiuyang's heart, and he suddenly had a smile on his face, nodded repeatedly, and said in a deep voice:

"Since my brother said so, I will accept this child."

Chen Donghe laughed, patted the child on the back, and said with a smile:

"Call Master."

"Master!"

The boy was quite well-behaved and gave a crisp cry. Li Qiuyang immediately took his hand cordially and asked his birthday and name. Chen Donghe looked at the two people with a smile and then said softly:

"Donghe has something to ask Brother Qiuyang."

"Please say."

Li Qiuyang raised his head and saw Chen Donghe taking out two small cups from the storage bag, taking a gourd, filling the cups with sake, and then whispered:

"I have been cultivating at Huaqian Mountain in Donghe for many years. I don't know much about the monks with foreign surnames in my family. I wonder...brother Qiuyang, can you help me clarify my doubts?"

"So that's what happened!"

Li Qiuyang raised his glass and was about to take a sip. He looked at the closed stone door, finally put down the jade cup and said with a smile:

"There are currently twenty-eight Fei Xi monks in the family with the surname of Li, and there are six Fei Xi monks with the compound surname of Li. Most of them are on the first or second level of Fei Xi, and they are not worth mentioning. There are only a few Fei Xi monks who practiced cultivation earlier and have pretty good talents.

Brother Xi deserves a mention."

Li Qiuyang glanced at Chen Mufeng beside him and saw that the child was listening with his ears perked up. He nodded slightly and said seriously:

"The first one is from the fifth level of fetal breath. His surname is Tian. He is the head of the family... and he is from the natal family of the king's wife."

Li Qiuyang silenced the two of them with the words "King". They were both people who accompanied Li Xiangping through life and death, and they both called Li Xiangping "King" when they were on the Shanyue territory.

"The king passed away in the land of Shanyue, and the mistress also died in depression within a few years. The Tian family's status has declined a lot, but this man has good talent. He is now forty years old. It is unlikely that he will make a breakthrough in Qi training, but he still has it."

"Currently, I am in charge of the planting of Naling rice in the town. There are many people secretly working on it, so I can be considered a leader."

"Then there are the Liu family and the Ren family. They are both at the fourth level of fetal breath, but most of them have not had the opportunity to break through to practice Qi. Each counts as a peak."

Chen Donghe drank sake, frowned, and whispered:

"Does your family know about this?"

"I don't know."

Li Qiuyang shook his head, scanned the inside and outside of the courtyard with his spiritual consciousness, and whispered:

"This matter should be left to the clan's main court. Qiuyang avoids this kind of thing, so why would he dare to interfere? Which disciple of the Li family is not afraid of the clan's main court?"

Chen Donghe suddenly realized it, apologized, thought for a few breaths, and asked:

"Is the struggle still fierce?"

"It was fine as usual."

Li Qiuyang's voice became lower and lower, and the shallow wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were somewhat obvious in the dim light. He whispered:

"After all, each family has its own interests. The output of each piece of spiritual land is different, and the salary given is also different. In the past, these people competed for the good land to work as foreigners, and no one was willing to go to the poor land."

"Ever since Mr. Xiu took charge of the family, several factions have become more and more at odds with each other. Many people have been pushed into barren fields due to mutual disputes, and have to work thanklessly to farm..."

"I understand."

Chen Donghe nodded slightly and thought to himself:

"I'm afraid this matter will have to be reported to the family and let the Xuanling people make decisions to prevent it from causing bad consequences over time."

So he said goodbye to Li Qiuyang and left the courtyard with the wind, heading towards the mountain. Li Qiuyang was left in the courtyard looking in the direction he was leaving in silence, and after a long time he smiled and said:

"He'er is still the same as before!"
Chapter completed!