Ding Chuanli looked at the tablet in front of him, took three sticks of incense, and lit them with his hand.

After praying three times, place the incense in the incense burner in front of you.

A cloud of smoke enveloped the memorial tablet.

If a family wants to prosper, someone needs to make sacrifices, and who to sacrifice is a question.

They are not only members of the family, but also individuals, parents, brothers, and children.

The relationship between these must also be grasped well and not be disappointing.

If the clan does not love and care for its children, do we expect the children born here to respect the clan?

"Old Qi, you've passed." Ding Chuanli's voice was calm, but a little colder.

Ding Wanchun knelt on the ground, trembling.

With a trembling voice, he tried to crawl forward two steps, and reached Ding Chuanli's feet. He raised his head slightly and said with all sincerity: "Ancestor, I am really unjust. I did it all for the sake of the family."

"Ding Xie was originally unruly. He left home at a young age and caused such a big disaster. How could the family tolerate him?"

"I admit that I am ashamed of Ding Shichang and his wife..."

Ancestor Ding waved his hand slightly, signaling Ding Wanchun not to say anything further, and sighed: "Old Qi, you have changed."

"Tell me, what kind of benefits does the Blood Evil Sect promise you to make you work so hard to create a split?"

Ding Wanchun opened his mouth to cry.

Unexpectedly, a golden light burst out from his mouth and went straight to Ding Chuanli's heart.

Phew.

Golden light passed through the body, accompanied by splattering blood.

Ding Chuanli's eyes widened and he took two steps back slightly, blood flowing down the corners of his mouth.

"Lao Qi, you..."

Ding Wanchun stood up, his eyes filled with blood, and he laughed wildly: "Hahaha."

"The Blood Evil Sect, promise me the position of ancestor of the Ding family."

"If I can help them control the Ding family, I will extract spiritual objects to help me ascend the Golden Pill and become a real person."

"No one who has it is as good as me."

"Old Ancestor, this 'Light Split the Ground' talisman is of the fourth level, and now your heart veins have been severed."

Before he finished speaking, Ding Chuanli's body changed. A light and shadow came out of Ding Chuanli's body, and it turned out to be Ding Chuanli's ghost.

The body behind him gradually turned white and tender, and finally fell to the ground.

Gradually the prototype was revealed, which was a ginseng.

"The Yin God is incarnating?" Ding Wanchun shouted in horror.

Just as he was about to run away, a fingerprint was slapped on his forehead. He panicked and begged for mercy at the same time: "Ancestor, please spare my life."

"I can't spare you!"

The seal in Ding Chuanli's hand has already been formed.

It hit Ding Wanchun with such force that his heart and internal organs were directly shattered.

The magic of imprisoning the gods was revealed, and even Ding Wanchun's Yin Shen was held in Ding Chuanli's hands.

After dealing with Lao Qi, Ding Chuanli sighed: "It seems that we have to clean up the moths within the family."

As the family gets bigger, there are always people with different ideas.

Just like Ding Wanchun said, many people have this idea, "No one else has it as much as I have it."

What I’m thinking about is not how to develop, but how to kill others and get their stuff.

Looking back at the dead ginseng essence, Ding Chuanli's eyes flashed with regret.

This is a rare thing. It can entrust the Yin spirit in it. It is not much different from normal physical walking. It is an excellent life-saving trump card.

Without hesitation, Ding Chuanli put away the body of the ginseng spirit, carried the body of Lao Qi and the Yin spirit and flew towards the back mountain in the form of light.

Escape light flashes.

Tu Shanjun and Ding Xie left the Ding family.

"you……"

Tu Shanjun wanted to say something, but when the words came to his lips, he couldn't say anything.

Sometimes it's better to be quieter.

Ding Xie wiped his tears and silently recited the Little Zhou Tian Qingxin Mantra several times.

Now that something has happened, there is no need to continue to be upset, regretful or even blame yourself. What you want is a solution.

Ding Xie was not the kind of person to be coy. He released the spirit boat, put the spirit stone on it, and took two deep breaths: "Brother Tushan, thank you."

"Thank you for still standing by me."

Tu Shanjun shook his head and said, "I should thank you."

"Actually...let him go."

"Brother Tushan."

Ding Xie interrupted Tu Shanjun and said, "Speak more openly."

"I did this not only for you, but also because of my Taoist heart. If I let him go, I will never be able to get over this hurdle in my life."

"There is no need to talk about this matter anymore."

Tu Shanjun nodded. He was not a mother-in-law. He said so much thanks that he didn't even know if he was sincere or not.

After saying this, Ding Xie took out two jars of wine from the talisman.

The two of them filled their wine glasses on the small boat.

After drinking several cups in a row, Ding Xie couldn't help but say: "Sometimes I really think, if only I came back earlier."

"Or it would be better if I didn't leave."

"It's my fault for being too stubborn about this matter."

People say that my parents were not traveling far away, so I got involved in a large-scale spiritual boat when I was ten years old.

I was very courageous at that time, so I drifted all the way, thinking that I must join a big sect.

Later, I finally joined the Wanfa Sect, which was the most powerful sect in the Xiaohuang Territory. I wrote a letter to report that I was safe. I also came back once after I entered Taoism, and then I concentrated on practicing.

"In the blink of an eye, so many years have passed."

Come back again, things are different and things are different, but this kind of thing happens.

"Damn it, this is not a good thing to practice as an immortal."

"I am a dignified foundation-building monk of Wanfa Sect..." After shouting, perhaps thinking that was all, Ding Xie didn't say anything for a long time and raised his wine glass.

Tu Shanjun was stunned for a moment and tightened his grip on the wine glass in his hand.

The amber wine reflected his face.

Staring blankly.

What about the foundation-building monks?

He also once asked himself, he is a dignified foundation-building monk.

He can fly across the sea of ​​clouds, split mountains and crack rocks, travel around the world with the Yin spirit out of his body, and wield a sword a thousand miles away.

However, there are also things that cannot be done.

Still have to become an immortal.

If you don't become an immortal, you will only be a powerful person after all.

"I live in Xiaolingzhou, which is quiet and peaceful. Not to mention the white-flour steamed buns, at least I can drink a bowl of gruel."

"That day, while I was eating steamed buns and drinking porridge, I was suddenly killed by a demon cultivator."

Thinking about it now, Tu Shanjun really doesn't know where he should go to reason. It's like fate played a joke on him, and then he became the soul flag.

Fortunately, the system was turned on and his sanity was preserved, and he still had a lot of potential.

Tu Shanjun is sometimes very scared. He is afraid that the magic weapon cannot be advanced, and he is afraid that his own cultivation level cannot be improved.

I am afraid that there is no way to realize what I am carrying.

It's said to be a system, but who knows if that crappy thing may have limitations or even be inoperable.

He never told anyone about his concerns, and he still doesn't.

Hearing that Tu Shanjun died so inexplicably, Ding Xie opened his mouth and wanted to say something: "I haven't heard of it."

Tu Shanjun glanced at Ding Xie.
To be continued...