monk family

Chapter 1674 The hope of returning to the ancestral land

Mr. Fu entered the yard.

The courtyard door automatically locked with a "squeak".

Fu Zhihong came out of the main room with a flushed face. When he saw Mr. Fu, he was a little bit guilty and embarrassed. Seeing him like that, Mr. Fu was furious:

"Humph"

Mr. Fu obviously wanted to scold Fu Zhihong, but he couldn't say anything.

Fu Zhihong's face was embarrassing, and he personally made a pot of Hongling tea and handed it to Mr. Fu, and said in a low voice:
"Father, this is the last time, and I too... I have no choice but to pay back what I promised others back then!"

"Hmph, if it wasn't for you, Eleven's mother... that's all, it's all old calendars, it's useless to talk about it, it's best not to let the eleven brothers and sisters know about you and that one, even though your starting point is to The whole Manchu family, but they were the ones who got hurt, so if you can't hide it one day, don't come to beg me, I'm afraid they won't even look good on me, my own grandfather."

"Father, I see."

Fu Zhihong lowered his head.

As the patriarch of the Fu clan, it was too rare for him to bow his head and admit his mistake, even though he didn't say it.

The father and son were relatively speechless.

After drinking a cup of tea.

Mr. Fu handed the refined elixir to Fu Zhihong:
"Seeing that your injury is almost healed, you don't need this pill anymore, but just in case, you still carry it with you."

"Father has worked hard. These years, I have also worked hard for my twelfth brother to help with the general affairs of the clan. Now that I am well, I should bear the burden of the clan. Father, which day do you want to let the twelfth brother hand over to me?" Second, after all, this Qilin County, I really don’t know much about it.”

Mr. Fu was silent.

Fu Zhihong's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly stood up from his chair:

"Father, don't you want to hand over all the affairs of the clan to Twelve?! I am the patriarch of the Fu clan!!"

"The patriarch of the Fu clan is not you, but Eleven!!" Mr. Fu looked at Fu Zhihong firmly, and said earnestly: "Zhihong, these years, you have been obsessed with the common affairs of the clan, and your cultivation has been delayed again and again. If not, It’s also not like in the last battle, using a treasure mirror once, almost killed half your life.”

"Father!!"

"Listen to what I have to say!"

"I heard what Eleven means. Our plan to return to the ancestral land has already begun to plan again. Remember, our ancestors are not even comparable to the royal family of the Great Zhou Dynasty, so you can use your current cultivation level. Once you return to the ancestral land , what can you do, so you have to take a long-term view. If we really want to prosper our lineage, it will be a matter after returning to the ancestral land, so before that, your goal is only one, and that is to continuously improve your cultivation , strive to be promoted to Nascent Soul cultivator before returning to the ancestral land, do you understand?!"

The thing about returning to the ancestral land.

After the third grandfather, fourth grandfather and younger uncle Fu Zhihong died one after another, they ran aground.

Although Fu Zhihong didn't want to admit it, he felt faintly in his heart that he might not be able to return to the ancestral land in his lifetime, but... Hearing what the old man said, their return to the ancestral land rekindled hope!

Fu Zhihong suddenly ignited his fighting spirit!
The splendor of the ancestral land.

He only knew about it from the vague records in the picture book, but that was shocking enough, beyond the imagination of ordinary people. Compared with the ancestral land, everything in front of him is just a passing cloud, not worth mentioning!
"Okay, father, I'll listen to you!"

(End of this chapter)