Not being trusted, Rong Jian was helpless. Apart from omitting Fu's important role in it, what he said was really true!

That is to say, this process is a bit bizarre, and the luck is so good that it is hard to believe.

In addition to talent and diligent practice, there is another important point in a monk's practice, and that is luck.

If your luck is good, you will have many opportunities to explore secrets, and your cultivation speed will naturally increase; if your luck is bad, you will encounter unavoidable natural and man-made disasters, and your life will be lost.

Rong Jian, this is no longer just good luck, right?

The technique that allows people without spiritual roots to step into the door of cultivation; the beast blood pool that is rich in energy and can make the cultivation level skyrocket over a period of time without any sequelae; the martial arts given by the fifth-level Xunfeng Winged Tiger...may also be

Sixth level.

After looking his son up and down, Rong Lin couldn't see what was so special about him that he could be so favored by God.

"You didn't lie?" Rong Lin couldn't hold it back and asked.

Rong Jian shook his head with a serious expression: "Father, I don't."

Okay...Rong Lin took a breath, sighed, and relaxed his frown slightly.

"That's all, no one can explain clearly the matter of luck. Now that you've got an opportunity, make good use of it and don't slack off in your cultivation."

Rong Jian's voice should be.

Even if Rong Lin didn't say this, he would never dare to relax. The person in front of him was not a disciple of the same clan, a younger generation from the Four Cities, but Yubie Liu, a genius from the sect.

"...There is one more thing. I planned to tell you after the competition, but this happened." Rong Lin raised his hand and pointed to the chair next to him, "Sit down and talk."

Rong Jian was confused for a moment, not knowing what Rong Lin wanted to tell him, so he had no choice but to sit down as he was told.

But Rong Lin lowered his eyes and stared at the empty table in silence for a while, his eyes flashing with nostalgia.

"Jian'er, how much do you know about your mother?"

Mother? Rong Jian was a little confused, but then he realized that this was probably what Rong Lin wanted to tell him.

But... could it be that what outsiders say are not true? Is there something secret behind the scenes?

"I heard from others that my mother died in labor when she gave birth to me..."

Rong Lin was silent for a moment and continued to ask: "What about your eldest brother?"

"In the same year, my eldest brother was in trouble when he was out and was killed by his enemies..."

Rong Jian's eyes moved and he suddenly understood what Rong Lin was going to say.

What he said were all rumors from outsiders. Everyone said so, and he, who had never experienced it, believed it as a matter of course.

Now it seems that maybe... there was another reason for the death of his mother and eldest brother? Or, they didn't die at all?

Rong Jian suddenly raised his eyes, looking shocked: "Father, mother, are they..."

Is he still alive? Rong Jian wanted to ask, but he was afraid of getting an answer he didn't want to get.

Lighting the table with his hand, Rong Lin sighed: "You are right, they are still alive and well."

Is this...really?

Rong Jian subconsciously did not dare to believe it.

Growing up, I always thought that my only direct relative was my father, and I used to envy other children for having a gentle mother and a partner with whom I could play and play.

Now my father says that his mother and brother are still alive? He has a complete family like everyone else?

The thoughts in my mind suddenly became a mess, and after the shock passed, there was a burst of surprise.

Rong Jian looked at Rong Lin and said eagerly: "Where are father, mother and the others now?"

But there was only a moment of silence in response to him.

"Father?" Rong Jian asked in confusion.

This shout seemed to finally pull Rong Lin back from his drifting thoughts. A wry smile appeared on his face as he explained.

"These things must start from twenty years ago... I believe you have also heard that the alliance between the Rong and Yu families was initiated by you and Yubieliu's mother."

Rong Lin knocked on the table and slowed down his voice.

"Your mother's name is Mu Yingzhi, and You Han, Yubieliu's mother, came to the Fourth City as a casual cultivator twenty years ago and raised a mercenary group, which took about a year.

, and became famous in the four cities."

"At that time, Tamaki and I often led our fellow disciples out for training. One time, we happened to encounter her and the two of them being besieged by enemies, so we stepped forward to rescue them, and we met here."

After a pause, Rong Lin continued,

"Later the two parties became familiar with each other, and some different feelings slowly emerged. Yulong and Youhan were the first to break the calm and announced that they were together in front of everyone. Your mother and I followed the trend and did the same thing."

"The wedding was on the same day, and the two sisters got married together, but... You Han's identity as a casual cultivator is true, but your mother Mu Yingzhi's identity is not."

After Rong Lin finished speaking, Rong Jian's mind came to mind with many stories that ladies and poor boys had to tell... Feeling embarrassed, Rong Jian dismissed the unreliable thoughts in his mind, and Rong Jian continued to listen.

"The Mu family is one of the five major families. It has the same status and strength as the seven major sects, and your mother, Mu Yingzhi, is the second daughter in the direct line."

"I had the same thought as you, thinking that the person from the Mu family did not agree with the marriage and wanted to stop it... As a result, the person brought gifts and congratulations, and left a message that the door of the Mu family will be open for your mother at any time.

Then he left in a hurry."

Rong Jian was slightly stunned. Just now, he really thought that the story his father was going to tell was like this... Sure enough, the reality was different from the story.

"Later..." Rong Lin chuckled, "The days after marriage were not as beautiful as imagined."

"Your mother has a restless temper. She doesn't want to stay at home like other women to raise her children. Instead, she continues to maintain her mercenary group and travels out all day long."

"At that time, some affairs of the Rong family had been handed over to my hands, and I became busy, so I didn't have much time to spend with her. Day after day, dissatisfaction arose."

Rong Jian pursed his lips, not knowing what to say. It was not his son's turn to comment on matters between his parents.

"Perhaps the Mu family had expected such an outcome, so they left that sentence." Rong Lin looked calm, "Having lost the enthusiasm at the beginning, if two people with different ideas get together, it will be a matter of time before something goes wrong.

"

"When you were born, your mother took your eldest brother back to Mu's house. The relationship between me and her was considered peaceful. It was the result of discussion between the two."

"Jian'er, my father is telling you this just because he thinks you have the right to understand the truth of the matter. Also...if you encounter something that cannot be solved in the future, you can go to the Mu family. Your mother will not sit idly by and ignore it.

"Rong Lin chuckled lightly. There was no sadness or regret in his expression, only calmness.

The story is not a bloody one, the beauty of imagination is eventually annihilated by reality.

Rong Jian nodded: "I understand, father."
Chapter completed!