Qi Fan sat on the bedside and held Uncle Fu's wrinkled hand and said, "I forced them to say it. Don't blame them."
Uncle Fu sighed, paused and said, "Master, this old slave is just an ordinary person and doesn't know that you immortals are monks in your words."
"I don't know what's going on among you monks, but I know that wherever there are people, there will be disputes. It's nothing for my old bones to suffer a little."
"Don't mess up your cultivation because of ordinary people like us. You are the only one in the Qi family."
Qi Fan felt uncomfortable seeing Uncle Fu who was still thinking about him, and his anger towards Tao deepened.
Qi Fan had no choice but to reveal a little about the affairs within the sect and tell Uncle Fu that the Yu family was nothing in his eyes, so as not to keep the old man worried about this and that.
Then he changed the topic and talked about his childhood. For a while, there was a lot of laughter in the room. He was the one who spent the most time with Qi Fan. Uncle Fu had long regarded Qi Fan as his own child.
The two talked for a while, and Qi Fan saw that Uncle Fu was already a little tired, so he withdrew. He just thought of what Uncle Fu said at the end, "You are now a grown man. If it had been in the past, you would have started a family."
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‘Some people miss it if they miss it. People will always have some regrets in this life, but they still need to look forward.
I was born in the Qi family and died in the Qi family. It would be better if I could see a young master in the end.'
Is this urging marriage? And if you leave regrets without trying hard, you will never forgive yourself in this life.
Before leaving, Qi Fan also used spiritual energy to circulate in Fu Bo's body, and felt slightly relaxed.
The injury was not too serious, it was just a bit of a dull injury, and the constant worry about myself caused me to be bedridden. After being nourished by spiritual energy, I was able to recover in a few days.
There is a luxurious manor in the center of Tianshui City, ranking among the top five in the city. Two lifelike stone lions are located at the gate. On the door plaque are written two large characters "Yu Mansion" inlaid with gold powder.
Compared with this, the two-in and two-out courtyard where Qi Fan lives seems a bit shabby.
Now that the Chinese New Year is coming soon, there is a lot of joy in the house, and dozens of servants seem to be a little busy.
In the hall, the head of the Yu family, Yu Jinnian, was sitting at the top, looking at his youngest son who was eating grapes without spitting out the grape skins with a smile on his face.
I don’t know how many lifetimes of blessing I have accumulated, but I actually have two such good sons in this life. It’s true that the father is more valuable than the son.
The Yu family more than ten years ago was not as powerful as it is now. It would be good to be able to establish a foothold in Tianshui City. At that time, it would be able to compare with the Qi family who had just arrived in Tianshui City.
It feels really good to think that the Qi family, who were not much different from me back then, are now left to their own devices.
But when he thought of the only child of the Qi family, Yu Jinnian frowned slightly, looked at his youngest son and asked: "Tao'er, is there really no problem with us dealing with the Qi family like this? Then Qi Fan won't come over to make trouble, right?"
The young man was obviously Yu Tao, who had a grudge against Qi Fan. He threw another grape into his mouth and said, "The grapes here are just not as delicious as those from our sect."
Yu Jinnian was a little helpless. This child had changed since he entered the Immortal Sect. He was such an obedient child before, but now he has become a bit arrogant.
It would be great if he could learn more from his elder brother. Now that he doesn't even listen to his own words, he should let Haier talk more about him when he has time.
He sighed and said, "Tao'er, did you hear what my father said?"
Yu Tao pursed his lips and said impatiently: "Oh, Dad, don't worry, it'll be fine. Besides, my eldest brother told me before that he will be back in the next two days. Even if Qi Fan comes to make trouble, I won't be afraid!"
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After a pause, he said: "Besides, I hope he comes to make trouble. There are rules within the sect. Cultivators cannot attack ordinary people at will. If he comes to make trouble, I will go back to the sect and report him!"
Yu Jinnian nodded, feeling a lot more at ease. Although he had known for a long time that monks could not attack mortals, after all, he was just an ordinary person, and it was normal for him to be worried.
After all, he has seen monks take action, and the power is definitely not something ordinary people can withstand.
Yu Tao continued, "Why else do you think I didn't do it myself but asked the servants at home to do it?" Yu Jinnian was just about to ask when his eldest brother would be back when a calm voice came from outside.
"Why do you want to fight? With your strength, little brother, who else do you want to fight with yourself? I told you to practice hard but you didn't listen."
I saw a young man dressed in colorful clothes, with a resolute face, piercing eyes, and a vigorous walk. He looked at Yu Tao dissatisfied and said: "Look at yourself, you have been practicing for so long and you are still at the eighth level of Qi training."
Then he turned around and bowed to Yu Jinnian with a smile: "My child has met his father."
Yu Jinnian started laughing as soon as the young man entered the door. He was extremely satisfied with his eldest son and laughed loudly: "Ah Hai is back, sit down."
Then he shouted loudly: "Here, come quickly and get some sweet-scented osmanthus cake that the young master likes."
Yu Tao, who had looked lazy just now, now straightened up. Compared to his father, he admired this elder brother more and was more afraid of him. Faced with Hai's scolding, he lowered his head and did not dare to say anything.
Yu Hai sat under Yu Jinnian, glanced at Yu Tao who had his head lowered, turned his head and asked his father softly: "What were you talking about just now? What are you doing during the Chinese New Year?"
Yu Jinnian thought for a while and told Yu Hai the whole story. Compared to Yu Tao, the eldest son was more stable and it was easier to listen to his opinion.
Yu Hai couldn't help but frown slightly as he listened to his father's narration.
Yu Tao rubbed his hands slightly on one side, looked at his elder brother's expression, and said in a low voice: "Dad, elder brother, I'm a little tired. Let's go back to the room to rest for a while." He was about to walk out.
Yu Hai shouted: "Sit down." Yu Tao trembled slightly, moved his steps and sat down again. But he was sweating a little.
His brother is also aware of some of his daily tricks. Although he has told him a few times, he still turns a blind eye.
But he didn't tell Yu Hai what happened with Qi Fan recently, and what happened to the Qi family was just an impromptu idea when he returned home during the New Year's Eve.
As for the consequences, what are the consequences? Qi Fan is just an outer disciple, and his eldest brother is from the Law Enforcement Hall.
Moreover, Yu Tao is not too stupid, and he did not take any action. In the final analysis, it is just an ordinary family dispute and cannot be caused within the sect.
The atmosphere in the entire hall fell with Yu Jinnian's words. Even the maid was a little more cautious than usual when delivering the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, for fear that something would go wrong at this juncture and lead to a restless new year.
After a while, Yu Jinnian finished telling the whole story. Yu Hai looked at Yu Tao with an unkind expression, snorted coldly, raised his empty hand and slapped Yu Tao on the face.
A crisp slap broke the silence in the hall. Not only was Yu Tao stunned by this slap, but even Yu Jinnian didn't react.
Although Yu Hai would scold Yu Tao on weekdays, this was the first time that he was beaten in front of so many servants.
The servants outside were focused on their own work, with their heads lowered and focused on their work. They knew what they could and could not listen to.