With the accumulation of power in Jing's family, the traitor quickly collapsed and confessed.

Because the head of the family Jing Tianci was rumored to have died, Jing's future was bleak, which made the servants tempted by their accomplices and climbed up to the "high branch" of the Wang family. Wang did not give special tasks, but only asked him to convey messages on his daily basis, such as Jing Furen and Yao Gu met with, and where did he go.

The traitor also confessed to an accomplice, who was also a clerk who had served in Jing for many years. Jing Furen and Yao Gu immediately arranged for the arrest of the traitor. Jing Hua couldn't get involved, so he went back to the study to rest alone.

The classics on the desk were arranged randomly, exactly the same as when he left before. Jing Hua sighed softly and came to the table to sit slowly.

Even the servants could see that the Jing family had no foundation-building monks set up their own houses. No wonder the Wang family stepped forward step by step. Tonight came to "Yishantang" to make trouble, and the conflicts before the New Year were not accidental "accidents".

When the wall fell, everyone pushed it, and the drum broke ten thousand hammers. Therefore, Bi Siyu knew how to adapt to the flames and put himself in Wang De's arms.

Two years ago, Jing Furen passed by a small village and accidentally saw a girl. She had thunder spirit roots and excellent qualifications. She learned to become a spiritual monk without a teacher.

At that time, Yao Gu came forward in person and took the Bi family from the small village to the city, and arranged for his family to work in "Yishantang". More than a dozen people burst into tears and almost lay on the ground to call their ancestors.

After entering the branch and meeting Wang De, the Bi family performed a "face-changing" skill not long after. Not only did Bi Siyu get engaged with Wang, but the Bi family also hurriedly left the Jing family and joined the business run by the Wang family. This matter was widely circulated in Xingshan City and was regarded as a joke by his fellow disciples. Jing Furen was so angry that he couldn't eat for many days.

Faced with this, the Lord of the City of Xingshan City, Yun Yong, "Fire Thunder Gate", had nothing to say, so the Jing family could only endure it. The situation was stronger than that of the people. Not only did the Wang family have a deep foundation in the city, but their elders also had old age with the elders of the sect.

Tolerance did not bring good results. The Wang clan members became more and more demanding and began to plot against the Jing family property.

Half a year ago, Wang De and "Jing Hua" were not prone to speculation and directly insulted his father Jing Tianci. Both sides spoke fiercely, and Wang De suddenly felt in trouble. He kicked "Jing Hua" in the head, kicked him straight out, and fell heavily from the steps, so he appeared.

Wang De Da Jinghua was four years old, so why did he suddenly take ruthless action? Jinghua, who was just over thirteen, was not prepared. How could he not understand when he was a human being for two lifetimes?

For more than half a year, the three of them have been practicing in the branch every day. Wang De spoke rudely and often provoked, and his eyes were full of crazy jealousy. He repeatedly caused trouble and suppressed his fellow disciples because his qualifications were mediocre, far inferior to Jing Hua, who was four years younger than him.

Jing Hua gathered spirits at the age of nine, and it has been more than four years now. Wang De only started practicing three years ago. At that time, he was over fifteen years old, and the difference between the two moves was huge.

He came through time and was no longer an ignorant boy. He pretended to be stupid for half a year, and was indifferent to Wang De's ridicule and ridicule, which made him unable to find a chance to start.

Under Yun Yong and others' eyes, Wang De did not dare to act blatantly. Judging from his words and deeds for more than half a year, the "accident" that day seemed to be premeditated, not only jealousy and revelation.

Jing Hua put down the paper and pen, walked to the east and opened the window. At night, the starry sky was as bright as the old, and three moons were hanging high in the sky. One was like the full moon in his hometown, and the other two were red and blue, clearly distinguishing each other, embellishing the night sky into a blur and moving look.

"Watching the Moon Day 6" is named after this.

Jing Hua was not used to it at first, but gradually adapted to it for more than half a year. He often sat alone in front of the window to remember the past, just like the precocious boy he used to be.

The full moon is still there, and the teenagers are already different.

Jing Hua held his hands tightly, then spread them in front of him, and secretly made up his mind. Since he had come, he would be at ease. There was no lucky person with the qualifications to practice. I want to grasp my destiny!

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In the morning of the 152nd year of Yuanfeng, the first month of April.

The air on the "Guanfengtai" is refreshing, and a faint breeze blows across the cheeks, giving people an indescribable comfort. The venue is very wide, with stone benches, stone locks, weapon stands, etc. around it arranged in an orderly and spotless manner, and it is obviously carefully taken care of by the servants.

In the middle of the high platform, an old man sat at the crescent table, closing his eyes to ponder, or holding a talisman pen in his hand to write and draw, as if he had no concern for the things around him. Not far from the old man, the three disciples sat or stood, closed their eyes slightly, relaxed their bodies, and showed that they had entered a state of gathering spirits.

/>"Swish"

The tip of the pen was raised, and a talisman flashed, and a talisman had been made. The old man seemed very satisfied with the "work", raised his eyebrows slightly, and put down the talisman pen and stood up.

As the head of the Xingshan Branch Hall, Yun Yong had already gathered spirits decades ago and had great skills in making and using talismans. However, after practicing hard, he could not break through and advance.

The lifespan of a spiritual gathering monk doubled compared with that of ordinary people. Yun Yong was over 100 years old, and his hope for further development became increasingly slim.

From ancient times to the present, over time, many predecessors have left behind books of rules and regulations, experiences and skills to help future generations practice and eliminate many doubts and obstacles. However, several "passes" that lie across the realm are still an unsolvable mystery of practice.

Some people can break through after a war, some people can break through after a drunkenness, and some people can break through after a sleep. No matter who it is, they cannot confirm where the opportunity for a breakthrough is.

Yun Yong shook his head, his face a little lonely. Lucky people never existed, and most monks were still blocked by layers of "clear obstacles", including themselves.

The spiritual perfection is the number one master in Xingshan City, and it is only the backbone of the disciples in the "Fire Thunder Gate". If it is in some sects with profound background, almost nothing is gone.

Yun Yong sighed and turned his gaze to the distance.

Although the Yun family is not small, it does not have the seniors with existing qualifications. If this continues, the family will be almost in a foregone conclusion. Today, we must consider the long-term. Even if the descendants of the remote branch and the old generation, it is better to choose one or two capable materials from the old generation.

If it really doesn't work, I can only search for deserted villages and wilderness and find a "adopted son" to adopt and cultivate it. The environment in the city of Takayama is harsh and is not a good place to cultivate the younger generation. Although there are mines and herbs here, it is the territory of the main one, and it is not my turn to intervene. Perhaps in a few years, it will be better to change to an ordinary city.

Yun Yong's eyes turned and landed on the three people next to him.

Wang De was narrow-minded and extreme, and most of the elders in the family were inappropriate. If it weren't for the rumors in the family that Wang's ancestors were Elder Qu's outer room, how could they get the turn of the spirit stone business in the Xingshan City? In recent years, the Wang family has become more and more presumptuous, and even I don't take it seriously.

Yun Yong snorted coldly in his heart and skipped Wang De.

Bi Siyu's little girl looks good and has excellent talent. I heard that she grew up in a mountain village, and she had no guidance, nor had she heard of the method of "contemplation and visualization", and she could gather spirits independently and become a monk? Such qualifications are rare in the world. According to what she said, the spirit gathering lasted for seven or eight years, and her body should have entered the "spiritual quenching" stage, so why is there no movement now?

The breeze blew, and Yun Yong closed his eyes slightly and turned around. Facing Jing Hua, his expression was a little complicated.

Half a year ago, Yun Yong sat on the high platform, watching the conflict between forces in Xingshan City. The "accident" birth was too sudden and there was no time to stop it. But he then stopped Wang De and tried to save Jing's young son.

The boy was injured on the left side of his head, and his forehead hit the stone steps heavily, knocking out the cracks on the stone stones on the ground. At that time, Yun Yong checked the injuries, Jing Hua was as angry as a flower, and his life was in a moment. Even if he never died after returning, he would become an idiot. Why did the boy recover after a few days?
Chapter completed!