Panlong's infinite evolution

Chapter 297 Hot Potatoes

As the sun set, the sky was filled with blood-red fiery clouds.

In the ancestral hall of Tengjiazhuang, the two oil lamps on the altar emit a bright yellow light, which is reflected on the layers of ancestral tablets behind the altar.

In front of the altar, a sturdy old man held a long stick of incense and respectfully inserted it into the bronze incense burner.

Green smoke curled up from the burning incense head like a cloud, passed a black leather whip, submerged between the black ancestral tablets, and dissipated.

Behind the old man, a middle-aged man was kneeling on the smooth bluestone ground with bare chest and back. With the help of the light, he could tell that this face was Teng Yongfan. At this time, his face was full of fear.

After burning incense, the old man bowed his body and took a step forward, and took off the black leather whip in front of the ancestral tablet with both hands. The whip was more than three feet long and thick as a thumb.

Teng Yongfan's body trembled involuntarily, but he straightened his back and dared not move.

The old man walked behind the two of them, raised his leather whip high, and slammed it down.

"Crack" "Crack" "Crack"...

The loud beating sound continued continuously. Teng Yongfan gritted his teeth, straightened his back, and endured the pain, not daring to show the slightest resentment on his face.

After dozens of whips, his back was already dripping with blood, and the scraps of flesh and blood dyed the whip bright red.

Only then did the old man stop and said solemnly, "Do you know why you were beaten?"

"Master, I don't know!" Teng Yongfan gritted his teeth as the severe pain made him clenched his fists tightly and the veins on his arms popped out.

"Then let me ask you, as the patriarch of Tengjiazhuang, what is the most important thing?" The old man asked sternly.

"Family inheritance is the most important thing!"

"Then why are you greedy for purple light and cold iron?"

"I..." Teng Yongfan's face froze and he was speechless.

Seeing Teng Yongfan's appearance, the old man's face softened a little: "Look up, the ancestors enshrined in this ancestral hall, for the inheritance of my Teng clan, they threw their heads and blood, and led the clansmen in this Dayan Mountain. Endure humiliation and struggle to survive."

"What is the basis for the clan to be passed down to the present?" the old man asked again.

"It depends on the clan's self-improvement, and..." Teng Yongfan hesitated.

"What else?"

"And...begging for perfection and not causing trouble!" Teng Yongfan said with difficulty.

"It's rare that you still remember what I taught, but why did a piece of Ziguang cold iron make you forget these things!" The old man turned around and looked at Teng Yongfan angrily.

"Master, I think..."

"What do you think, you want to keep the Ziguang Hantie as a family heirloom?" Before Teng Yongfan could finish speaking, the old man snorted coldly and interrupted him unceremoniously.

"Master!" Teng Yongfan raised his head abruptly, looked directly at the old man, and said with aggrieved and stubborn face: "I never dared to have such an idea, I just wanted to use it as money to support the young people in the family. I don't I hope they are like us, because of the lack of money, they have delayed their cultivation of inner skills and mental skills, and have no chance to become real warriors."

Speaking of this, Teng Yongfan had tears in his eyes, and his voice was choked with sobs.

Sighing, a trace of loneliness flashed in the old man's eyes, and he stepped forward and patted Teng Yongfan on the shoulder: "The clan has delayed you. Originally, with your aptitude, if you were born in those big families, you can be sent to Guiyuanzong. I hope to become a second-rate martial artist."

To say this is somewhat underestimating Teng Yongfan's talent. A person who can cultivate to a strength of 1000 to [-] catties by relying on the crop handle, once he cultivates his inner strength and mental skills, he is likely to break through to a first-class warrior in the future.

"Master, don't say that. Without you and the clan, I, Teng Yongfan, would have starved to death long ago..." Teng Yongfan said hastily.

The old man waved his hand: "You also know that although the clan has gained a lot, they still have to pay the annual money to the White Horse Gang every year. In addition to the clan's daily consumption, they can't save much money in a year."

"You are the future patriarch, you should be clear about this. Not only you, but also me, and Qinghu are the ones who are delayed. Although he lifted a sixty-pound stone lock at the New Year Festival, I never thought of using it. This money. Unless there is a genius in the clan who can lift a stone lock weighing more than [-] catties at the age of six, no one can use the saved money."

"However, if we buy Ziguang Hantie, we can get several 10 taels of silver, which is enough to support the children of the clan to return to Yuanzong to learn the secrets of inner strength." Teng Yongfan said eagerly.

"You!"

Holding the whip, the old man stared at Teng Yongfan with some resentment, shook his head and sighed: "I still haven't figured it out!"

"Let me ask you, who are we selling the purple light cold iron to?"

"Of course it's the Wanxiang Pavilion..." Teng Yongfan said without thinking about it.

"Sell something worth several 10 taels of silver to the Vientiane Pavilion, and you won't be afraid of them killing people and stealing their money." The old man laughed angrily.

"Impossible, the reputation of Wanxiang Pavilion has always been very good..." Teng Yongfan hesitated, and his voice suddenly became quieter.

"Hmph, childish!" The old man snorted coldly, and said bluntly, "There are no cats in this world who are not greedy. If they have a good reputation, it only shows that they are clever in their work and they are doing things secretly."

"A few 10 taels, if I were the steward of the Vientiane Pavilion, I would rather choose to kill all the people in Tengjiazhuang than paying real money." The old man's eyes were cold, and his words were filled with disdain.

"For a few thousand taels of silver, the White Horse Gang dared to slaughter villages and villages. Don't you think Wanxiang Pavilion would not dare!"

"This……"

Teng Yongfan was speechless for a moment, imagining the scene that the old man depicted in his mind, he shuddered instantly, and cold sweat fell like rain.

If something like that really happened, he would be a sinner in Tengjiazhuang.

"Although Ziguang Hantie is good, it is a hot potato for us. We can't keep it, and we dare not sell it. Now you say, what should we do?" The old man gritted his teeth, stared at Teng Yongfan, and asked.

"Master, my mind is in a mess right now. I really don't know what to do. You decide, and I will obey you." At this time, Teng Yongfan lowered his head like a child who did something wrong, and no longer dared to expect to stay. Ziguang Hantie, this is not a treasure, this is clearly a guillotine hanging around his neck.

"Hmph, thanks to Qingshan this time, if he hadn't appeared in time, you and Yonglei would have made a big mistake." The old man weighed the piece of purple light cold iron in his hand, and said coldly, "I will arrange for that young man When you arrive at your house, you and Alan must take good care of him, and when he wakes up, send someone to notify me immediately, and I have my own arrangements for this piece of purple light cold iron."

Teng Yongfan naturally agreed repeatedly!

"Remember the lesson from this time, and think more about it in the future! Well, go back, remember to get some medicine, the one hundred Bihan knives received from the salt merchant recently, must be crafted on time, and you need to participate. As for the matter of getting water from the Clear Water Cold Pool, don't worry about it, I will arrange for others." The old man instructed.

(End of this chapter)