Distress: My Years in Defeng Ancient Road

Chapter 481 The Daily Life of the Retired Elderly Group
Zhi Tianming curled his lips, and his face was full of sarcasm: "Why don't you say that before the Double Ninth Festival, you even asked for a man from Sheng Wu's family."

To put it simply, the Tiance Dynasty was supported by Confucianism and Taoism, while Tiandu was supported by Confucianism and Buddhism.

The difference is that there are far more Buddhist forces supporting Tiandu than Taoist forces supporting the Tiance Dynasty. After all, those who understand Taoist forces in a difficult situation will naturally understand.

However, there were more Confucian scholars who went to support the Tiance Dynasty, almost half of the younger generation was sent, and Tiance True Dragon himself had enough experience.

Therefore, as Fang Yuheng said, everything is still uncertain.

I saw a stalk in his neck: "Then I don't care, anyway, I am optimistic about them."

"Hmph." Zhi Tianming snorted coldly, and then said with a smile, "It's useless to be optimistic, unless you ask Tianhuai to lead people from Renyu Mingsheng and cross half of the difficult situation to Xiwulin for support."

This sentence directly made Fang Yuheng laugh: "Let's not talk about how many years I have been retired, you really dare to think about this."

Don't look at their chatting here, it's because they can't be free, even if they retire, they still have to find something to do for themselves, so news will come here regularly.

It is absolutely impossible for them to leave the mountain. Since they have decided to leave everything to the younger generation, they will not continue to be an eyesore, let alone intervene, and just live here.

One generation has one generation's mission. If they interfere, let alone whether it is in accordance with the law or not, if everything depends on them, how will the younger generations grow up.

"Anyone can say it."

"Okay, old Mu, bury me, right?"

"That's what you said, it's none of my business."

"Didn't you say it?"

"Didn't you say that?"

……

In another thatched hut, the incoming noise was heard, and the refined young man rested his forehead and sighed softly, his tone full of helplessness:

"It's started again, I might as well stay in Wenfeng Valley and don't come over."

The young man is Xia Yan who has retired. After entrusting all the affairs of Wenfenggu to Zonghengzi, he followed Xia Kanxuan's footsteps and came here.

then……

It can only be said that it is outrageous. This so-called retirement is almost a change of place to work, and you can't fish.

After all, no matter whether he is in Defeng Ancient Road or Wenfeng Valley, he has a very good status. Except that his junior brother often adds burdens to others, he has nothing else to do, and he can relax at ordinary times.

Coming here, the master and the two uncles are the three mountains on his head, there is no way, he is the only junior here.

However, when I think about it in retrospect, with Master's character, how could he really be free?If you really want to let him relax, it will be more uncomfortable than killing him. Although the situation of the two uncles is not that serious, it is not too bad.

Otherwise, I wouldn't be discussing current affairs all day long, and I even made a special sand table, that is, to let go of the burden on my shoulders. In addition, there are no outsiders, and I can often bicker like an old child, and no one will give in to anyone.

His workload is actually not that big, he just organizes the materials and makes regular summaries. However, the three elders have never slacked off, so how can he slack off?
On top of that, there are other things too, which are very indescribable.

For example, marriage urging from elders.

Seeing that the younger brother is about to start a family and start a career, he, as a senior brother, is naturally doomed. Basically, every elder will be urged so many times, and his ears will get callused.

What's even more outrageous is that Uncle Mu even matched him and his junior sister...

It was because he was afraid of being beaten, otherwise, he would have to send a letter to his junior sister to let his uncle know what it means to drop one thing by one thing.

However, given the current situation in the northern border, Junior Sister probably doesn't have time to help him with this small favor, maybe...

Just when Xia Yan was lamenting that life was not easy, he saw a flying letter flying in through the window, and was caught in his palm.

On it he saw: "Xia Yan, my brother personally opened it."

"..."

Looking at the handwriting on the envelope, Xia Yan was silent for a while, but after all, she didn't choose to throw it back.

After opening the envelope and flipping through the contents, he saw the corner of his mouth raised and said:

"Well, you brat, how long has your senior brother retired, and you haven't even seen him a few times on weekdays, and whenever you contact him, you're looking for something to do."

At this moment, he completely forgot what he said to Lin Chongyang before he retired: Don't bother me if you have nothing to do.

As for the two being in constant contact...

Is there something about it?
How can he not remember?
Since he doesn't remember, it means nothing.

Getting up and putting the letter on the table, Xia Yan went to the closet, opened it, and then took out the Confucian shirt that hadn't been worn for a long time.

…………

In the morning light, the curtain of the night was opened, but a person came out of the room, walked to the piano table in the courtyard, and lit the Boshan stove on it.

Light smoke floats out of it, wrapping around the furnace body, making the mountains hazy and the beasts floating. Under the light of the morning sun, it looks like a fairy mountain overseas.

Afterwards, I saw him sitting in front of the desk, preparing the tea set amidst the fragrance of aloe, and using his skills to absorb the morning dew, he began to make tea.

The fire was just red, and the people sitting quietly in the courtyard looked far away, watching the vast sea of ​​clouds, white clouds and gray dogs, enjoying the rare tranquility in front of them.

Cheng Lin and Luo Hou played together, if he hadn't stated in the letter sent back, to be honest, Lin Chongyang would have been a little bit unbelievable, the characters of these two people are not suitable no matter how you look at it.

However, children and grandchildren have their own blessings, and now that Xie Tian Yuwu has been killed by him, there is nothing to worry about in Xiwulin.

Unless the demon world can't think about it and suddenly makes a large-scale attack, but now Tianyue is still in the underworld, the probability of this happening is very small.

With the support of local forces, the establishment of Tiandu is a good thing for all living beings in the Western Martial Arts. Cheng Lin and Li Jing's growth is also far faster than he expected, which is very good.

As for that pillar was given to Luo Hou's Blood Sky Crystal, after Lin Chongyang knew about it, he didn't blame Xia Chenglin, nor did he make any supplements.

To Lin Chongyang, a pillar of sky crystal is not precious, even if it is made with care, but this is only for him.

However, as his heir, Xia Chenglin will eventually stand in his current position. At that time, what he will shoulder is the rise and fall of the line, and every choice he makes must be cautious.

The reason why he doesn't pamper him too much is because he doesn't want his descendants to develop some bad habits, not to mention, at Cheng Lin's age, he should also learn to be responsible for his actions and bear the corresponding consequences.

Lin Chongyang believed that he could understand this truth, and only hoped that after he understood it, he would not regret his choice.

The tea soup is just boiling, and the refreshing tea fragrance wakes people up from their memories.

After drinking a cup of hot tea, another mouthful of turbid air was slowly spit out. Lin Chongyang put down the teacup and began to adjust the strings.

"The mountains and forests are bright and the bells are ringing in Guangshu, and the sound of Confucianism can't be concealed by the faint;

The sound of clank and zither echoed between the heaven and the earth, beginning a calm and soothing day.

(End of this chapter)