1651 Transcendence

Style: Heros Author: Zi RanWords: 1119Update Time: 24/01/19 04:41:53
Brother Sixteen was in charge of the big job, and he was a little excited for a moment. He glanced at Tan Chenchen who was crying endlessly, patted his chest and vowed: "Mrs. Tan, don't worry, I will definitely investigate the matter of your Tan family and get to the bottom of it for you and your family." Chen Chen gives a satisfactory explanation."

Mrs. Tan's face froze.

Not long ago.

She has already found out that the sixteenth brother Fu Siyi is just like their fifth uncle Tan, who is obsessed with wine-making. He usually stays behind closed doors and is ignorant of the world. Asking him to thoroughly investigate the Min family is undoubtedly... Mrs. Tan She was unhappy, but she didn't dare to have any objections to her master's arrangements, especially from her current position.

at this time.

In fact, what lies before her is where will their mother and daughter go?

Mrs. Tan thought quickly while making the golden banner of transcendence.

the other side.

Mr. Wei, who built the mourning hall, was also a little absent-minded.

He said a few words to Brother Sixteen, then left the mostly-built mourning hall and came to Mrs. Tan. He picked up a golden flag and handed it to Mrs. Tan. He sighed longly and then asked tentatively. :

"Fu Ya, if a cultivator cannot reach that point, he will eventually return to dust and return to dust. Don't be too sad. There is no one in the Tan family now. Living here, you mother and daughter, will inevitably miss things. After the master's family has supported the salvation ceremony, you and Chen Chen will go back to the Wei family with me. I will still keep the Siya Garden before you leave the cabinet for you. As for your fifth uncle Tan, if he is willing to come over, then How about we come together?"

The Tan family is now in ruins.

The Tan family's warehouse has been blown apart beyond recognition, and all the valuable spiritual materials have been burned to ashes. Uncle Tan's fifth uncle's wine cellar has also been damaged, and only one or two barrels of spiritual wine have survived.

According to Mrs. Tan and the other three, they will naturally not rebuild their homes.

Just a clan-protecting formation would cost tens of thousands of spirit stones. The three of them were just foundation-building monks, so how could they accumulate this amount of spirit stones in a short period of time.

Return to the Wei family.

This seems like a good choice.

Mrs. Tan's thoughts changed rapidly.

The Wei family is short of resources, and after so many years of development, it still has not been able to cultivate a golden elixir monk. Even if she was once a Wei family girl, the Wei family's resources will definitely not be tilted towards the three of them. Furthermore, the Tan family is originally a Jindan family, and even their husband-in-law formed an elixir. By relying on the Wei family, the Tan family's hatred of annihilation will be realized in an unknown amount of time.

As the saying goes.

Water flows to lower places, and people go to higher places!

Mrs. Tan was unwilling to return to the Wei family in despair.

but.

She did not reveal her thoughts, she just lowered her head and said feebly:

"Father, now... how can I still think about these things now?"

While Mrs. Tan was making the golden flag, she glanced at Tan Chenchen and Brother Sixteen who were sitting together and writing scriptures. For most of the day, Brother Sixteen took care of Tan Chenchen. How could Mrs. Tan not see that since we all have to depend on others, why not choose the tallest tree?

Mrs. Tan has made up her mind.

The speed of making golden banners by his subordinates suddenly accelerated.

When the moon is at the height of the sky.

Fu Shiyi, who had closed her eyes to rest, suddenly opened her eyes. She slapped the futon, and her body instantly levitated, flying towards the 30-foot-high altar built in the ruins, and finally landed firmly on the altar. With both hands making secrets, the pagoda floated above the head. Behind the pagoda, a temple loomed, and bursts of Sanskrit sounds came out, lingering on the corpses in the mourning hall.