Chapter 92 The fight for the real dragon [Second update](2/2)
"I think you deserve a beating. Our trip to wake up will consume some energy. It's your business to use it up yourself, and let the ancestors also use it up. I want to fucking kick you!"
"Dad..." Li Xuanyin immediately lowered his head, feeling a little aggrieved.
Li Hao was stunned.
The Third Master, who just looked like an elder and seemed steady and elegant, was actually being scolded like a grandson in the blink of an eye.
Oh, I should say son.
But having said that, this great-grandfather had a bit of a bad temper.
"What are you yelling about? Xuanyin only said a few words. What's wrong with reminiscing about the past? You only have so much energy. If you can't afford it, go back!"
At this time, above Li Xuanyin's great-grandfather, a shadowy figure of an old man with white hair and beard shouted angrily.
My great-grandfather, who had been grumpy just now, suddenly trembled and turned around helplessly: "Dad, this kid just needs to be dealt with..."
"I think you need to take care of yourself." Great-grandfather snorted coldly.
"You brats, what are you yelling about? Are you acting like elders? Let's get down to business. After that, I'm going to bed." Another voice spoke.
The great-great-grandfather's face changed slightly, he nodded quickly, and at the same time glared at his son.
The great-grandfather was helpless and turned around to glare at Li Xuanyin.
Li Xuanyin looked embarrassed, smiled at Li Tiangang, and did not dare to speak any more.
Li Hao couldn't help laughing when he saw this scene, and almost didn't laugh out loud.
It's really lively to have hundreds of generations of ancestors gathering together.
The ancestors of the Li family made great achievements with the late emperor and established a thousand-year family. The thousand-year family is not just a thousand years old, but more than three thousand years ago. It is one of the two oldest among the five divine generals' mansions.
The Yu Dynasty has a history of more than 3,500 years, so it is now entering its twilight years.
It's a pity that the awakening of these ancestors' souls consumes energy, otherwise I will make a mahjong for them to play someday... Li Hao thought to himself.
Thinking about that scene made him happy.
"Thief Sun, how dare you mess with your grandfather?"
"Tianhu? You dare to touch your ancestor's cards, but I can't beat you to death!"
"Touch me? Come on, who is this little bastard's son? Come and take care of it..."
Thinking of this, Li Hao's mouth felt a bit hard to suppress.
"Okay, let's get down to business."
An ancestor's heroic spirit above spoke.
Li Tiangang nodded respectfully and said solemnly: "Tiangang came here today to ask all the ancestors to determine the number of true dragons."
"First tell me about the situation of this generation." An ancestor's heroic soul said.
Li Tiangang nodded and immediately explained what he had learned from his sister-in-law in the past two days.
"So, there aren't many qualified heirs in this generation, but your son's talent is so monstrous that he is better than we were when we were young. He's even better than several of us."
"If there is no suspense, there is really no need to dawdle, not to mention that we have already started practicing."
"But you can't give it directly. You have to look at your character and convince others. The selection will continue as usual, but the time can be moved forward, let's set it in two months. It will also give others some time to prepare."
The ancestors discussed it quickly and made a decision.
Li Tiangang nodded and kowtowed respectfully again.
When Li Hao saw this, he followed suit and kowtowed.
"Boy, take good care of your son, don't let him become the next Jun Ye." Before leaving the ancestral hall, an ancestor from dozens of generations ago warned him.
Li Tiangang nodded quickly.
The rest of the ancestors' souls also gradually fell silent.
"Let's go."
Li Tiangang wants to take Li Hao away.
Li Hao looked at the Fifth Master and said, "Can I play with the Fifth Master here for a while?"
Li Tiangang was slightly stunned, frowning and said: "Fifth Master has no time to play with you. The real dragon will be decided in two months. You still have a lot of things to prepare. Although you are the most talented, you can't be inferior in other aspects."
More, so that people won’t have to talk too much in private.”
Li Qingzheng smiled and said: "No one dares to argue about Hao'er's talent. Don't think too much about it, Tiangang. But old man, I won't delay Hao'er. You have just come back. You and your son should spend more time together."
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Li Tiangang nodded and bowed to him to say goodbye.
Seeing this, Li Hao could only wave to the Fifth Master and said: "Then Fifth Master, I will come to accompany you next time."
"Go ahead, go ahead." Li Qingzheng smiled and waved.
Then he watched the father and son walk away.
In the ancestral hall where silence had returned, there were only countless silent memorial tablets, a lonely chessboard in front of Li Qingzheng, and himself sitting alone.
After an unknown amount of time, he slowly withdrew his eyes, looked at the chessboard in front of him, thought for a moment, raised his hand, twisted a white piece, dropped it, and whispered:
"It's your turn."
After a while, he reached out and grabbed the black piece in another chess case, and dropped it gently in thought.
Chapter completed!