Mr. Fu entered the courtyard.
The courtyard door locked automatically with a "squeak" sound.
Fu Zhihong walked out of the main room with a flushed face. When he saw Mr. Fu, his face was a little guilty and a little embarrassed. Mr. Fu was furious when he saw him like that:
"snort"
Mr. Fu obviously wanted to scold Fu Zhihong, but he couldn't.
Fu Zhihong had a stern look on his face. He personally brewed a pot of Hongling tea and handed it to Mr. Fu, whispering:
"Father, this is the last time, and so am I...I have no choice but to pay back what I promised to others back then!"
"Hmph, if it weren't for you back then, Eleven's mother... that's all. They are all old people. It's useless to talk about it. It's best not to let the Eleven brothers and sisters know about you and that person. Although your starting point is for The whole Manchu clan, but they are the ones who are injured, so if you can't hide it any day, don't come and beg me. When that happens, I'm afraid they won't even look down upon me, my own grandfather."
"Father, I understand."
Fu Zhihong lowered his head.
As the leader of the Fu clan, he was reluctant 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 in his hand to Fu Zhihong:
"Seeing as your injuries are almost healed, you won't need this elixir anymore. However, you should keep it with you just in case."
"Thank you for your hard work, father. Over the years, I have also worked hard for my twelfth brother to help with the common affairs of the clan. Now that I am well, I should bear the burden of the clan. Father, you can choose a day for your twelfth brother to take over the affairs of the clan with me." Second, after all, I really don’t know much about Qilin County.”
Mr. Fu was silent.
Fu Zhihong's heart skipped a beat and he suddenly stood up from his chair:
"Father, you don't want to leave everything in the clan to Twelve, do you? I am the clan leader of the Fu clan!
"The leader of the Fu clan is not you, but Eleven!
Mr. Fu looked at Fu Zhihong intently and said earnestly: "Zhihong, these years, you have been obsessed with the common affairs of the clan, and your cultivation has been repeatedly delayed. Otherwise, you would not have used the precious mirror even once in the last war. It almost cost me half my life. "
"Father!
"Listen to what I have to say!"
"I heard what Shiyi said. We have already started re-planning our return to our ancestral land. Remember, our ancestors are not even comparable to the royal family of the Great Zhou Dynasty. So with your current level of cultivation, once you return to your ancestral land, , what can you do, so you have to take a longer-term view. If you really want to prosper our lineage, that will happen after you return to your ancestral land. So before that, you have only one goal, and that is to continuously improve your cultivation. , strive to be promoted to Nascent Soul monk before returning to the ancestral land, do you understand?!"
Returning to ancestral land.
After the third grandfather, fourth grandfather and uncle Fu Zhihong died one after another, it was stranded.
Although Fu Zhihong didn't want to admit it, he felt vaguely that he might not be able to return to his ancestral land in his lifetime, but... listening to the old man's wishes, their return to their ancestral land rekindled their hope!
Fu Zhihong suddenly ignited his fighting spirit!
The splendor of the ancestral land.
He only knew about the Mohu record in the album, but it was shocking enough. It was unimaginable to ordinary people. Compared with the ancestral land, everything in front of him was just a passing cloud, not worth mentioning!
"Okay, father, I listen to you!"
