As time goes by...

The days are passing day by day!

Many tribe members who traveled outside and practiced have almost returned to the tribe.

This day!

In Ping'an City, there was a sound of displeasure in a quaint courtyard.

"Did those bastards not receive notification from the clan?

You ask me to explain to your grandfather!”

"If the family is in danger, will you ignore it?"

Speaking of this, the gray-haired old man looked even more angry at the middle-aged monk in front of him.

"Depending on your good descendants!"

good!

This old man with gray hair and a thrilling energy all over his body was the elegant Cheng Qingyang back then!

He is also the first generation of the Cheng family immortal clan and the acting leader!

However, years have passed, Cheng Qingyang, who was so majestic at the time, has now become an old man.

But the cultivation level is incomparable to those years ago!

Now Cheng Qingyang is a real Jindan real person.

He is also one of the few golden elixir monks in Ping'an Immortal City.

At this time, the reason why he was so angry was that his descendants actually received the fourth-level emergency call from the family and dared to ignore it!

If you can't come back, you won't come back!

It only brought back a message from the tribe members.

This makes his old face go wherever he puts it!

On the other side!

The middle-aged monk lowered his head in shame when he saw his father angry. Faced with his father's criticism, he didn't know how to explain it!

It can’t be said that it is the problem with the family’s educational philosophy!

If he dares to say it...

As an old father, who is a fan of the ancestor, he will definitely eat him alive!

Even this biological son?

The old father will never be lenient either.

therefore.

The middle-aged monks dared not propose this matter either.

Just then...

A strong figure walked in from outside the hall.

"Qingyang, what's wrong?"

"I heard your roar from afar!"

Just finished speaking.

A middle-aged man wearing a wide robe and a tough face walked into the hall with big strides.

When he saw the visitor, Cheng Qingyang, who was sitting upright on the chair, quickly stood up.

"See my father!"

"Meet grandfather!"

good!

The person who came was Cheng Ping'an.

Immediately, Cheng Ping'an was not polite and sat down directly.

Seeing that the father and son were still standing, he said:

"Okay, sit down and talk slowly if you have something to do."

Hearing words.

The middle-aged monk couldn't help but glance at his old father.

Noting that his son was looking at him, Cheng Qingyang, with gray hair, frowned slightly and said unhappily:

"What are you doing when you stand there?

Grandfather asked you to sit, you just sit!"

"Do you still have to tell your father about this little thing?"

Seeing that the old father was in a furious situation, the middle-aged monk did not dare to say much, so he immediately sat down carefully.

At this time, Cheng Ping'an, who was sitting on the chair, chuckled:

"Qingyang, you can sit too!

And can you restrain your temper?

Why is the older you get, the more angry you are!”

"If there is anything, you can't discuss it!

Is it necessary to get so angry?

And you were asked to take the Anti-Ashes Pill back then, but you didn’t listen.

Now it's OK...

What's the difference between you and a bad old man now!

When we were together outside, people thought you were my father?"

As soon as this statement comes out.

The middle-aged monk next to him nodded subconsciously.

Isn't it?

Now the appearance of my father and grandfather are completely different from each other.

Those who don’t know the inside story will definitely make mistakes.

But the next moment, a sharp gaze fell on the middle-aged monk, and the cold gaze instantly made him tremble.

Tight and gray-haired Cheng Qingyang withdrew his gaze and looked at Cheng Ping'an and said indifferently:

"Father!

That's too luxurious."

"With these spiritual medicines, even if they cannot be refined into spiritual pills for diligent cultivation, they will be fine if they are exchanged for spiritual stones!"

"The child doesn't care about this thing!

Anyway, it will not affect your cultivation and life span."

"What's more, a man is not those female cultivators who love beauty. Why should I pay attention to these things?"

On the other side.

When the middle-aged monk heard Cheng Ping'an's words, he instantly had the idea of ​​holding his forehead and sighing.

The scope of attacks on my old father's words is too wide!

Then he looked carefully at his grandfather.

Sure enough!

At this time, my grandfather's face had turned gloomy.

"Oh?" Cheng Ping'an said sarcastically:

"Thinking of this kind of monks who use the Guanyan Pill is not a good man, right?"

Cheng Qingyang also noticed something wrong in Cheng Ping'an's tone.

Immediately raised my head and looked...

I saw Cheng Ping'an, who was sitting on the chair, looking at him with a slight smile.

In this moment!

Cheng Qingyang, who had gray hair, also realized that the unintentional words had spread widely.

Not only did it affect his old father!

Even my grandfather, whom I have always respected, was affected.

Thinking of this.

Cheng Qingyang quickly explained.
To be continued...