Jiang Taibai stroked his beard gently. He had managed the whole family step by step until now.
When the last family heir apparent was born to him, there were no more than twenty members of the clan.
After two hundred years of forbearance, there are now more than a hundred clan members, and they can be considered happy in their hearts.
For the family, he thought he had done a good job and was worthy of anyone.
His children, in order to save their clan members, voluntarily broke up and eventually died tragically outside Shiwanda Mountain and in front of their own home.
This is his only pain, a pain that cannot be expressed in words to outsiders. Even his own granddaughter has always been brooding about his failure to save him.
Before the title of grandfather, one must add a clan leader.
Every night in silence, he often sheds tears. Who can understand the powerlessness in his heart?
"Old guys, it's time to come out and do some activities."
Jiang Taibai murmured, looking towards the depths of the ancestral hall, towards the group of siblings and elders who were hiding from the world.
It is a lie to say that you are not angry in your heart. For some things, only by reaching the position of the clan leader can you understand the responsibilities it represents.
With great ability comes greater responsibility.
Although Jiang Taibai is in the Saint King Realm, who among those old guys is not in the Saint King Realm? Why should he bear the burden and notoriety alone?
Everyone hides away from the world. Isn’t this evading responsibility?
How many people in the tribe know them today?
So we planned a genius competition among the clan, called this group of people out, and while showing them off, assigned a few juniors to each of them to teach them personally.
It is better to let the younger generations fight than to live in the depths of the ancestral hall every day, with a few old guys fighting openly and secretly.
Instead of being at odds with each other, it would be better to focus on cultivating younger generations.
In the blink of an eye, five days passed. Lin Chen put away the last scroll and stretched himself, his eyes filled with bloodshot eyes.
But his energy and energy were still full, but his limbs were a little stiff and there was a creaking sound.
"It's finally done, I hope you like it."
Looking at the more than ten scrolls in front of him, a satisfied smile appeared on his lips. For those children, it was worth not eating or drinking for the past few days.
"It's been five days. The children should all be out, right?"
Speaking of those children, I don’t know what their cultivation is like. According to their talents, they shouldn’t be too bad, right?
Qingxue, who has the lowest cultivation level, was in the seventh level of Body Tempering a few years ago, so he might have opened up the Yuan Sea a long time ago.
Pushing open the courtyard door that had been closed for five days, a petite and exquisite figure came into view.
But there is a strong cold aura on his body, like a piece of ice that lasts ten thousand years.
The powerful cold aura gave people an aura that kept strangers away, and Lin Chen couldn't help but frown.
"Ling'er, do you also want to participate in this competition?"
Who else is this, if not Ling'er, the genius of the Jiang family?
What Lin Chen didn't want to see the most happened happened. When he first met the senior, he had a strong premonition in his heart.
For the hatred in her heart, Ling'er's desire for strength and revenge were slowly eroding her innocent heart.
The cold breath on his body is the best proof.
"Huh..."
"Brother Lin? I haven't seen you for a year. You have changed so much."
Looking at the tall figure at the courtyard gate, Ling'er couldn't help but look up and down.
After confirming that it was Lin Chen, he ran over happily.
"I have some insights into the great road. As a result of practicing swordsmanship, I have become much stronger."
"Now he is no longer as weak as before, and he no longer needs Ling'er's protection."
Looking up and down, Ling'er, whom she hadn't seen for a year, couldn't help but sigh, what a woman's transformation.
Becoming more graceful and graceful, becoming more beautiful.
Her hair, which was tied into little knots, turned into two little balls. I couldn't help but want to rub it several times, but I resisted.
Ling'er is no longer a child. When she grows up, there are differences between men and women.
"Brother Lin Chen, are you waiting for Ling'er?"
After not seeing each other for a year, Ling'er felt that there was an invisible barrier between them.
There is no such intimacy as before, and I can't help but feel a pang of distress in my heart when I think of my practice.
In order to avenge her parents, she chose the Bingxin Jue, knowing that her mood gradually became colder.
But she had no choice. She hoped that Lin Chen could understand her.
This is the person she is closest to except the clan leader and grandfather.
"You, come in quickly!"
Lin Chen looked at Ling'er, who had a troubled and dull look on his face, and walked sideways into the yard.
"Hehe, brother Lin Chen, is there anything to eat? I'm almost starving."
Pretending to have an extremely lively expression, his eyes flickering, he tried his best to be his original self in Lin Chen's eyes.
"What do you want to eat? I'll cook it for you."
After rubbing the ball on the other person's head, he knew that the once quirky girl was gone.
I sigh secretly that time is really the most ruthless thing in the world. It can take away everything from you without any sense of violation. There are always thousands of irrefutable reasons.
"Hehe, I want beggar's chicken, Dongpo meat, blue and white cakes..."
Ling'er wrinkled her nose with satisfaction, and counted them one by one with her fingers, just like before.
Lin Chen was not impatient, listened patiently, and remembered everything in his heart.
Seeing that the other party was carefully memorizing every dish, Ling'er's voice became quieter and quieter, and finally looked at the other party curiously and said: "There are so many, aren't you afraid that I will waste them?"
In the past, only five dishes were served, otherwise the other party would definitely roll their eyes and complain.
"If you can't eat it, you can use your vitality to preserve it. You can eat it when you want."
After hearing this, Ling'er's heart trembled.
The big eyes flashed with some tears.
"Brother Lin Chen, are you blaming Ling'er?"
If you can't eat it, use spiritual energy to preserve it. This sentence contains too many words.
She is no longer the little girl she was back then. Under Lin Chen's influence, she knows what it means to be human and worldly.
It was nothing more than blaming myself for practicing for a whole year and it was extremely difficult to meet him.
If you can't finish eating, when you see the food, you may think of him and remember that there is someone waiting for you.
Due to her practice of Bing Xin Jue, she became even colder, resulting in a somewhat indifferent personality. Even when she came to see Lin Chen, she had to brew her emotions for a long time.
"Okay, I'm teasing you."
"No matter how time passes, no matter who I become, I will always be your brother Lin, your solid backing."
No matter who he became, he poked the string deep in Ling'er's heart, and the tears turned into tears and flowed out unsatisfactorily.
"You are an adult, and you are still crying."
"Don't think that just because you're crying, you won't help me light the fire. There are so many dishes and you can't keep me busy."
Wiping away the tears from his eyes, he walked to the kitchen.
"Hehe, this is not crying. Ling'er is so strong, how can he cry? It's because there is sand in his eyes."
He untied his knot, stopped pretending, returned to his current state, and followed in.
He was also muttering secretly in his heart.
"No matter what kind of person Ling'er becomes, he will always be your Ling'er, and he will still be the same Ling'er who follows you everywhere.
Although I have not yet begun to understand the Great Way, and I feel that I am always just one step away from it, I still have no problem with ineding for ten days and a half.
Open the kitchen that has not been opened for half a month, familiar environment, familiar people.
All he can do is to maintain his original intention. No matter how things change in the future, he, Lin Chen, will still be their Uncle Lin.
He was still the one who dared to reach out to Yuan Hai and them and slap their butts.
