FVN Chapter 1480: Every clan has its own rules and regulations!
Chapter 1480: Every clan has its own rules and regulations!
Chapter 1480: Every clan has its own rules and regulations!
as time flows···
The days passed one by one!
Almost all the tribesmen who were traveling and practicing outside have returned to the tribe.
This day!
In a quaint courtyard in Ping An City, an unpleasant voice was heard.
"Didn't those bastards receive any notification from the clan?
You let me explain to your grandfather!"
"If the family is in danger, will you just ignore it?"
Having said this, the white-haired old man looked at the middle-aged monk in front of him, his expression becoming even more furious.
"Look at the good children you taught!"
Not bad!
This old man with gray hair and a powerful aura surging around his body is none other than the elegant Cheng Qingyang of that year!
He is also the first generation of the Cheng family and the acting patriarch!
However, many years have passed, and Cheng Qingyang, who was once so majestic, has now become an old man.
But his cultivation level is incomparable to that of the past!
Now Cheng Qingyang is a genuine Golden Elixir Master.
He is also one of the few Jindan cultivators in Ping'an Immortal City.
At this moment, the reason why he was so furious was that this descendant of his had dared to ignore the family's Level 4 emergency summons!
If you say you won’t come back, then you won’t come back!
He only asked the tribe members to bring back a verbal message.
Where can he put his old face?
the other side!
The middle-aged monk lowered his head in shame when he saw his old father was angry. Facing his old father's reproach, he didn't know how to explain!
You can't say that it's a problem with the family's educational philosophy!
If he dared to say it...
His father, who is a big fan of the original, would definitely eat him alive!
Even this biological son?
The old father will never show mercy.
therefore.
The middle-aged monk did not dare to propose this matter.
at this time···
A sturdy figure walked in from outside the hall.
"Qingyang, what's wrong?"
"I heard your roar from far away!"
The voice just fell.
A middle-aged man wearing a loose robe and with a resolute face strode into the hall.
Seeing the person coming, Cheng Qingyang, a middle-aged man who was sitting upright on the chair, stood up quickly.
"I've met my father!"
"Meet Grandpa!"
Not bad!
The person who came was Cheng Ping'an.
Immediately, Cheng Ping'an didn't hesitate and sat down.
Seeing that the father and son were still standing, he stopped and said:
"Okay, sit down and talk slowly."
Hear the words.
The middle-aged monk couldn't help but glance at his old father.
Noticing his son's gaze, the gray-haired Cheng Qingyang frowned slightly and said unhappily:
"What are you standing there for?
Grandfather told you to sit, so you sit!"
"Do you still need to tell me about this little thing?"
Seeing that his old father was about to get furious, the middle-aged monk did not dare to say much and immediately sat down carefully.
At this time, Cheng Pingan, who was sitting upright on the chair, chuckled and said:
"Qingyang, you sit down too!
Also, could you please control your temper a little?
Why is it that the older you get, the angrier you get? "
“What can’t be discussed?
Is it necessary to get so angry?
Also, when I asked you to take the anti-aging pill, you refused to listen.
It's ok now...
What’s the difference between you and an old man now!
Outside, when we are together, people think you are my father?"
This statement came out.
The middle-aged monk beside him nodded subconsciously.
is not that right?
The way my father looks now is completely different from the way my grandfather looked.
People who don't know the inside story will definitely make mistakes.
But the next moment, a sharp gaze fell on the middle-aged monk, and the cold gaze instantly made him shiver.
Then, the gray-haired Cheng Qingyang retracted his gaze and looked at Cheng Pingan nonchalantly:
"Father!
That anti-aging pill is too extravagant."
"With these spiritual medicines, even if I can't refine them into spiritual pills to improve my cultivation, I can just exchange them for spiritual stones!"
"I don't care about appearance!
Anyway, it won’t affect your cultivation or lifespan.”
"Besides, I am a man, not one of those beauty-conscious female cultivators. Why should I care about these things?"
the other side.
When the middle-aged monk heard Cheng Ping'an's words, he suddenly wanted to hold his forehead and sigh.
The impact of my father's words is too wide!
Then he looked towards his grandfather cautiously.
as predicted!
At this time, my grandfather's face had turned gloomy.
"Oh?" Cheng Ping'an said sarcastically:
"So the monks who take the anti-aging pills are not considered good men, right?"
Cheng Qingyang also noticed something wrong in Cheng Pingan's tone.
I immediately looked up...
He saw Cheng Ping'an sitting upright in the chair, looking at him with a forced smile.
At this moment!
The gray-haired Cheng Qingyang also realized that his previous unintentional words had a wide range of impact.
Not only did it affect his old father!
Even the grandfather, who was always respected, was affected.
Think of this.
Cheng Qingyang hurriedly explained.
Seeing this, Cheng Ping'an could only suppress the unhappiness in his heart.
After all, Cheng Qingyang is still his son.
You can't scold him for such a small matter!
Moreover, Cheng Qingyang looked so old now that even if he wanted to scold him, he couldn't open his mouth!
Then he remembered the purpose of this trip and got straight to the point:
“Qingyang!
We can’t just eat and drink at the ancestor’s celebration banquet!”
"At least it should be more lively!"
"Father, what you mean is..."
“Let some of the younger generations perform at the banquet.
It’s also more lively!”
Tight and.
Cheng Ping'an directly stated his intentions.
"Qingyang, your group needs to perform at least six programs."
"And every show must at least be eye-catching, not sloppy."
"At this celebration banquet for the ancestor, not only will the ancestor make a grand appearance, but the grandmother will also show up."
"Let those two old people be happy too, happy!"
At the end, Cheng Pingan added:
“Qingyang!
Through this banquet, let them see the filial piety of you, the younger generation."
at this time.
Cheng Qingyang listened to what his old father said.
I couldn't help but feel my scalp tingling.
Good guy!
Six shows!
And it has to be eye-catching!
Time is still running out!
Not only that, the filial piety of the younger generations must also be demonstrated.
No matter how you look at it, it's not an easy task.
Thinking of this, Cheng Qingyang coughed dryly and glanced to the side, like a little transparent adopted son.
Seeing the look on his face from his old father's face, the middle-aged man also understood what his old father meant.
He immediately spoke:
"grandfather!
It’s too difficult to have six eye-catching programs! ”
"If it's just one or two shows, we can still think of a way."
This statement came out.
Cheng Qingyang immediately echoed:
"yes!
Father, you are making things difficult for me!"
Seeing this, Cheng Ping'an glanced at this adopted son indifferently.
"This is not a discussion with you!"
"You guys must perform six shows at the banquet."
His tone softened and he continued:
"rest assured!
The tasks of the other teams will not be any easier than yours."
Seeing that his old father did not want to negotiate, Cheng Qingyang could only nod and accept his fate.
"it is good!
We have accepted this mission!"
"That's right!" Cheng Ping'an said with a smile.
After resolving this matter...
He was in a better mood for the first time in a long time.
Then he seemed to have thought of something, and said seriously:
"But if you mess up, don't blame your father for punishing you."
"rest assured!
I will never let you lose face in front of the old ancestor!"
Cheng Qingyang responded with helplessness on his face.
"Okay!" Cheng Ping'an nodded.
"Then get ready!
There are still some things that need to be dealt with by the father."
talking.
Cheng Ping'an stood up without hesitation and prepared to go out.
at this time···
Cheng Qingyang quickly said:
"Wait a minute!"
"Anything else?"
Cheng Ping'an stopped walking, turned around and looked at Cheng Qingyang, and asked with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.
Immediately.
Cheng Qingyang said with a look of shame:
"Father, several of my descendants did not return after receiving the family's message."
"It is my fault that I have not been disciplined properly. Please punish me, father!"
"It's a small matter!" Cheng Ping'an said nonchalantly:
"After all, the younger generation has their own issues. Maybe they are tied up by something important..."
Seeing his father's indifferent look, Cheng Qingyang said quietly:
"What can be passed on is the family's Level 4 emergency summons!"
As soon as these words came out.
Cheng Ping'an, who originally had a nonchalant look on his face, instantly lost all the nonchalant look on his face.
It turned into a dark cloud, with a very gloomy look.
He looked at his cheap son coldly and said word by word:
“You mean, they knew that the family had issued a Level 4 summons, but still refused!
Yeah?"
A cold voice came out from between his teeth word by word.
Seeing his old father like this, Cheng Qingyang lowered his head and said with difficulty:
"···yes!"
"But please, father, please show some leniency and give these juniors a chance to make amends!"
"Humph!" Cheng Pingan said coldly:
"No rules no standards!"
"It seems that the family's many years of grace have also made these younger generations forget the cruelty of the world of immortal cultivation."
"otherwise!
The other younger generations are all following suit, and the family that the ancestors painstakingly built will sooner or later fall apart!"
“Don’t worry about this!
This matter is handled by the father himself.”
The words fell.
Cheng Ping'an ignored his adopted son's pleas and walked out immediately.
Not long!
Cheng Qingyao, with a cold expression and a murderous look on her face, walked towards the teleportation hall.
Following behind was a group of black-robed Foundation Establishment monks.
See this scene.
Many cultivators in Ping'an Immortal City began to discuss the matter.
“What happened?
They actually asked Qingyao Patriarch to go out!"
“What else could it be?
Someone in the tribe must have done something extremely treasonous!
You have forgotten that Patriarch Qingyao is the ancestor who controls the Law Enforcement Hall."
"otherwise!
Why would Ancestor Qingyao take action at this time?
And it’s definitely not a small matter.”
"Makes sense!"
"The Law Enforcement Hall is a group of powerful and outstanding monks, and each of them is extremely proficient in the clan's killing techniques.
Fighting one against three is no big deal."
"is not that right?
During the initial selection, the rigid threshold alone eliminated 90% of the tribe members."
"Every law enforcement monk who can pass the assessment can definitely beat monks of the same level."
"Of course!
Don't you think about the generous salary of the Law Enforcement Hall and your own fighting talent...
It would be strange if the combat power is not high!"
"Too!
But the salary of a law enforcement monk is indeed very tempting!"
“You said that.
Who wouldn't be tempted? "
"But this is normal. After all, the members of the Law Enforcement Hall are the essence of our clan."
"Without superior fighting skills, how can we protect the safety of our people in the future?"
"···"
Just as many members of the Ping'an Immortal Clan were discussing the matter, one of the middle-aged cultivators immediately ran towards a small courtyard.
After entering the courtyard...
The middle-aged monk did not care about anything else and said hurriedly:
"Father, it's bad!
Aunt Qingyao, with the members of the Law Enforcement Hall, walked towards the Transmission Hall. "
Hear this!
Cheng Qingyang, with gray hair, raised his head slowly and said calmly:
"Then what do you want me to do?"
"Should we try to stop it?
Or go and tip off the police?"
"And don't forget, even your father can't order Aunt Qingyao around. There are only three people in the entire Immortal City who can order Aunt Qingyao around!
Grandpa!
Grandma!
And your grandfather!"
“But my grandfather and grandmother have been in seclusion for many years and never ask about anything.
Now it is clear that this is an order from your grandfather!"
"So you asked your father to do something secretly behind your grandfather's back?"
"Can···"
The middle-aged cultivator was about to say something when he was interrupted by Cheng Qingyang.
“No need to say more!
Every clan has its own rules, every tribe has its own laws."
"It's against clan rules. There's no personal feelings involved in this matter!"
However, Cheng Qingyang looked at his son who looked reluctant, and sighed softly:
"Do not worry!"
“Your juniors should have no worries about their lives!
After all, this incident did not lead to serious consequences!"
"But according to the clan rules, your cultivation will be abolished and your memory will be wiped out, that's for sure."
“Will this be too much?”
"Foolishness!"
"If the law is not feared, how can it be used as a deterrent?"
“If you really can’t bear it, after you’ve dealt with your descendants, you can place them in the secular Hulu Valley.
In the Chengjiabao that was built not long ago, there lived a large number of tribesmen without spiritual roots.
Then you can give them a few more concubines to continue their bloodline."
“Perhaps the descendants of your younger generations will have the hope of returning to the Immortal City and embarking on the path to immortality.”
After a long time.
The middle-aged monk nodded helplessly and said:
"Um!
Got it, Father!"
"···"
Half a month later!
Cheng Qingyao, with a murderous look on his face, walked out of the teleportation hall with a team of black-robed law enforcement monks.
Following behind them were the monks who looked in a miserable state.
Count them down.
There were more than a dozen monks.
There is even a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage.
Unfortunately, these monks no longer have the high spirits they once had, and instead are like dead dogs.
Half a day later!
In the Great Zhou Dynasty, Hulu Valley, and Chengjiabao, there are more than a dozen stupid mortals.
However, these mortals were treated very well. Not only did they own mansions, but they also had many beautiful maids to keep them company.
In this regard.
Many mortals in Chengjiabao were also very curious.
Unfortunately, the several Qi-refining cultivators of the Cheng clan who were guarding Hulu Valley seemed extremely cautious and did not reveal any information at all.
However, since the Immortal Master didn't say anything, the mortals in Chengjiabao didn't dare to ask more.
This incident also became a strange thing in Chengjiabao!
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