Son-in-law [Cultivator]

Ming Jin's face was pale.

He looked up at the cultivator, his pupils shrank, and suddenly interjected: "Old Ancestor, just show him "The Supreme Forgetfulness Jue"..."

After his words fell, in this silent and dignified atmosphere, it was like a small pebble thrown into the lake, causing ripples circle after circle.

Everyone in the Ming family stared at Ming Jin in disbelief, no one wanted to believe their ears.

But even if they couldn't believe it anymore, they didn't hear this sentence wrong.Because Ming Jin's expression at this time was also full of fear and pleading.

All of a sudden, everyone's complexions became darker and unpredictable, and the silence was cramped.

Ming Gaocen didn't speak, Ming Fengyu said: "Ming Jin, do you know what you are talking about?"

Ming Jin smiled wryly, "I know."

Ming Fengyu said coldly: "You attracted him?"

Ming Jin still smiled wryly: "No."

With his ability and status, how could he attract such forces to help him?Obviously it was this powerful man who appeared suddenly, and told him a few days ago like a beggar: as long as he exchanged the "Tai Shang Wang Qing Jue", they would help him ascend to the position of Patriarch!

How can he not be moved?

Ming Jin has been deliberating over the past few days, vacillating between rationality and desire - he is terrified by their cultivation and aura, and also doubts why they named "Tai Shang Wang Qing Jue".

Although he knew that there was such an inheritance in his direct lineage, he had never seen it before.It wasn't until Zhenjun Chuanyi said "chicken ribs" that the reputation of this inheritance became bigger.

Wanting to understand some key points, Ming Jin simply asked Ming Fengyu to pass it on.

What happened tonight would never have happened.But Ming Fengyu, if Ming Fengyu hadn't rejected his request early in the morning, how could he be in trouble now? !

Thinking of this, Ming Jin could hardly restrain the anger in his eyes, so he hurriedly lowered his head, lest Ming Fengyu see any clues.

Ming Fengyu took a deep breath, and said sharply: "Since you didn't attract it, why do you want us to agree to this request?"

Ming Jin was speechless.

On the contrary, the cultivator in mid-air was staring at what happened below with a face full of mischief, just like watching cats and dogs fighting with nothing to do, and smiled: "What he said is not bad, your Ming family finally has a sensible person."

He still remembered Ming Jin, and what happened now was indeed not the content of their agreement: more than half an hour ago, he promised to give Ming Jin another half a month to dedicate his thoughts.It's just that after he went back, he found that Venerable Wuxin had changed his original idea and asked them to get this mental method as soon as possible.

Ugh.

Who made Venerable Wuxin change his mind so quickly?If they could be good people, why would they act like bandits and force people to hand over their inheritance?

All of this is the fault of timing.

Perhaps it was this sentence that gave Ming Jinjue a little confidence. He actually raised his head and said in a loud voice: "Old Ancestor, although I don't know who the other party is, but I dare to challenge you without falling into a disadvantage, there must be something we don't know. Relying on knowing...for the sake of the Ming family, you still..."

Ming Jin didn't finish his sentence.

Because his grandfather Ming Junyi had strode up to him, his face was ashen, and he was hit on the ground with a big ear scratch: "Shut up! My Ming family doesn't have such soft bones as you!"

If he didn't understand why Ming Jin spoke before, but now he fully understands: it is obvious that his good grandson colluded with this outsider to force the master to hand over his ideas.

The Ming family is in decline, the direct line is declining, and the collateral line intends to replace it... This is a legitimate struggle.They can fight each other in any way - even if he planned to murder the two young masters back then, he knew the righteousness of the king without any hesitation.Didn't Ming and Jin think about why they never thought about relying on external forces to get the position of Patriarch?

Don't they want the power of others?Don't they want to get the Patriarch position as soon as possible?

No.

Although they are collaterals, they are also members of the Ming family, upholding the dignity passed down by the Ming family for 2000 years.No one, no one wants this family that has stood for 2000 years to be trampled on the back like tonight!

This was their unwavering persistence, but it was completely ruined by Ming Jin tonight.

Ming Junyi closed his eyes, not looking at Ming Jin who was covered in dust.It was the first time I felt that I was blind, and then I felt that this grandson had the hope of becoming the head of the family and completing the revival of the Ming family.

He also had a little regret in his heart: If he hadn't designed to kill the two young masters, wouldn't what happened tonight wouldn't have happened?

The moon is in the middle of the sky.Suddenly there was a treacherous wind, blowing everyone's hair flying in all directions.

Jiang You couldn't hear the movement at the door, but he saw this farce clearly through Ming Gaocen's aura mirror.

He couldn't tell what he was thinking, after all, he let out a breath of foul air, and heard the person in his arms call softly: "Brother..."

Jiang You was startled, and looked down at Ming Yan.Seeing that Ming Yan really woke up, he bent down to look him at the same level: "How do you feel?"

Ming Yan hugged Jiang You's waist with both hands, and blinked slowly: "... a little sleepy." There was no special feeling, just very tired, wanting to sleep, and then unable to wake up.

Jiang You lifted his upper body and let him lean into his arms: "Hey, don't sleep for now...we'll be together later."

Ming Yan: "Yes."

He smelled Jiang You's breath, and bent the corners of his mouth in satisfaction.

He didn't want to stay awake, he wanted to be with his brother, and they would never be separated for the rest of their lives.

For a long time, everyone in the Ming family remained silent.

The monk turned his head to the side, and put the cloak that had been blown away by the wind back to its original place. His tone was a little annoyed: "Have you discussed it? The time is coming."

This time, Ming Gaocen answered him with two firm words: "Please come back!"

The monk let out a light breath: "I came here with sincerity, but it seems that your Ming family doesn't like me anymore."

"Sincerity?" Ming Gaocen didn't answer, and Ming Junyi, who had been humiliated by Ming Jin, couldn't help but sneer, "Come to the door empty-handed, and force the master to hand over the inheritance without saying a word—I, Ming Junyi, have lived a lifetime I've never seen such a shameless person!"

The monk finally glanced at him with his spiritual sense, and said with a smile, "Oh? Say it again."

"It's the same if you say it ten times and a hundred times!" Ming Junyi took a step forward and said angrily, "Get out!"

"Okay," he nodded slightly, and said calmly, "I have never been provoked like this since I practiced." As he said, a sword-shaped phantom that was exactly the same as the royal blue flying sword under his feet suddenly condensed, Pointing at Ming Junyi.

"Go to hell," he said.

"presumptuous!"

These two words fell fast and then slowly, but the monk's sword fell together with his words.

Just for a moment.

The sword shadow disappeared in a flash, and the surrounding Baili spiritual energy was suddenly emptied. Before everyone could react, Ming Junyi trembled and fell to the ground.

Ming Jin's eyes were shattered, he roared "Grandfather", and hurriedly crawled over to help the old man up.

But Ming Junyi is dead.

Died on this cold summer night, not in the revenge of the master's family, but in the hands of his grandson's ally.

Who said there is no retribution in this world?

But come early or late, that's all.

Ming Jin was heartbroken, holding Ming Junyi's gradually stiff corpse and weeping bitterly.Although he is ambitious, he really respects and loves his grandfather.

The monk sneered and looked at his jade-like palm: "I will say it for the last time—hand over the "Tai Shang Wang Qing Jue" and spare the lives of your Ming family." This kind of deterrence should be enough, it is better to wait until you get the heart Fa, and then kill this lowly and rude Nascent Soul cultivator.

Ming Gaocen said coldly: "I didn't want to do anything."

The monk heard it and sneered, "You and I are both Nascent Soul cultivators, even if we fight, the aura of this little Yuanzhou might not be enough for us to decide the winner. Why don't you just hand over your mind honestly..."

Before he could finish his sentence, the arrogant expression froze on his face.

The spiritual energy that was evacuated once by the cultivator and slowly flowing from a distance was evacuated once again.He suddenly couldn't control the flying sword under his feet, and his whole body fell like a bird whose wings had been cut off.

With a deep bang, it fell to the ground.

The dust was flying up, sprinkled on his unruly face, and it was extremely difficult to even breathe.

He straightened his upper body with difficulty and looked down.I saw a fist-sized hole in my chest, and my heart, which was supposed to be beating steadily in my chest, also fell to his side, trembling and wriggling a few times, and then stopped moving.

The moonlight sprinkled on his face and fell on his faded eyes, icy cold, quickly cooling the pool of blood under him.

"Out... out of body?" He struggled to utter two words, his eyes filled with panic, anger, and despair... "Revenge, brother, brother..." His aura quickly weakened and gradually disappeared in the summer wind.

A generation of Nascent Soul powers fell on this little-known low-level continent.

Ming Gaocen's face turned pale when he retracted the Nascent Soul that had killed the opponent with a blow out of his body.He staggered and took a step back, and with the support of Jiang You, he managed to stabilize his figure.

Using high-end power on low-level continents, even immortal gods cannot escape the laws of heaven and must suffer backlash.

But it would be worth it if he could protect the Ming family from disaster.

Ming Gaocen took a deep breath, stuffed himself with a nourishing pill, closed his eyes and adjusted his breath.

But just when everyone in the Ming family thought that this matter had finally been revealed, two extremely terrifying auras erupted from the south, forcing the monks in the entire Yongming City to bend down and kneel involuntarily, unable to raise any intention of resistance.

Whether it was Jiang You, Ming Fengyu, the remaining two Jindan elders of the Ming family... or even the collapsed Ming Gaocen, they all had despair in their eyes.

"Who dares to kill my brother?!"

The author has something to say: I don't think it is necessary to write a name for this kind of cannon fodder that died in one or two chapters.

Is the plot clear at this point~ Well, the Ming family is going to be offended by the extermination of the family~ So the next step is for the two of them to go out and travel and quickly upgrade + cultivate their relationship~