Family Cultivation: I can upgrade my magic weapon

"As long as you understand."

Seeing that Chen Qingyun looked calm and did not show any desire to shout or kill, Chen Xianming nodded slowly.

"Although the spiritual vein of Psychedelic Island was taken away and fell into the hands of the Zhao family, the two thousand meritorious service given to you by the family still counts."

"You can still use these merit points to exchange resources within the family."

"The rewards that the family rewards you will be honored even if I am no longer here."

"You can rest assured of this."

Chen Qingyun listened and nodded slowly.

He doesn't care now whether the merit points still count.

The resources that have been taken away should be regained as soon as possible.

After continuing to discuss the issue of Psychedelic Island for a while, Chen Xianming announced that the meeting was adjourned.

"Okay, remember what I said today, everyone calm down and continue to do what you are doing."

"Even if the sky of the Chen family collapses, I will still be able to hold it up with my old bones."

Chen Xianming stood up and looked at Chen Qingyun and Chen Qinghan, with expectations on their faces.

"Qinghan, Qingyun, you, like my uncles and grandpa, are the family's successors. You must practice well."

this meeting.

By the end, the atmosphere was solemn.

Everyone present realized the lack of strength.

This time I was bullied by the Zhao family, so I could only break my teeth and swallow it.

Everyone had an unprecedented idea of ​​improving their strength.

Out of the meeting hall.

Chen Qingyun and others followed Chen Xianming all the way to visit Chen Daoning's mansion.

After entering the room, they saw Chen Daoning lying quietly on the bed.

Hearing the footsteps of his clansmen, the family elder turned his head slightly.

Only after seeing the arrival of Chen Qingyun and others did those turbid eyes regain their luster.

"You are here."

At this time, Chen Daoning was low on energy, his face looked haggard, and he could no longer get out of bed, so he could only say hello reluctantly.

Chen Qingyun came to the bedside and looked at the seventy-year-old elder in front of him. For a moment, he felt sad in his heart.

He noticed that Chen Daoning's breath was weak, as if he was on his deathbed. This was a sign of death.

When Chen Qinghan saw Chen Daoning like this, the corners of his eyes couldn't help but ache.

"Fifth Grandpa."

She stepped forward and knelt down, holding the old man's hand.

Chen Daoren, Chen Changfeng and others around him also had expressions of intolerance.

"Daoning, your body..."

Chen Daohai asked, his tone full of worry.

This is his older brother, whom he grew up with and practiced together.

Decades have passed in the blink of an eye, and time has passed by like a fleeting cloud.

Who would have thought.

The fifth brother was still smiling at the end of the year a while ago, saying that he would double the production capacity of Lingtian this year.

Now he was lying on this bed seriously injured.

Like the candle in the wind, it will be extinguished at any time.

"Dao Hai, I'm dying."

Chen Changzhi sighed and spoke, his expression full of nostalgia and the desire to see the family prosper.

The corners of Chen Qinghan's eyes became wet, he resisted choking and turned his head to the side.

Chen Daoren put his hand on Chen Daoning's shoulder, used his true energy to explore the injury.

After realizing that there was no way he could save himself, a look of sadness appeared on his face, and he sighed secretly in his heart.

I didn’t know how to speak for a moment.

"Changzhi."

Chen Daoning turned his head with difficulty, looked at Chen Changzhi who looked haggard and had gray hair beside him, and tried to sit up with difficulty.

When Chen Daoren saw this, he quickly motioned to him not to move around and to lie down.

Chen Daoning forced a smile, looked at Chen Changzhi with turbid eyes, and said with a look of self-blame.

"I'm incompetent. I couldn't protect Qinghe..."

Before he finished speaking, he coughed violently.

Visibly coughing up blood from the corner of his mouth, his body was trembling.

"Uncle Five."

Chen Changzhi looked tired, shook his head slightly and said: "It's not your fault, you'd better recuperate now."

"Why."

Seeing Chen Changzhi like this, Chen Daoning said nothing more.

He took a few breaths, looked at Chen Qingyun again, and waved with difficulty.

"Qingyun, please come over here."

Hearing this, Chen Qingyun took a few steps forward and stood beside Chen Qinghan.

"You have grown up and are taller than me."

The white-haired old man who was lying in bed was no longer able to get up, so he could only look at Chen Qingyun with a guilty look on his face.

"I am ashamed of you for not being able to defend the Psychedelic Island."

"I watched you grow up, and I held you in my arms when you were a baby."

"Fifth Grandpa, I'm afraid that I won't be able to survive. I won't be able to watch you continue to grow and become the second foundation-building monk of our Chen family and benefit the family."

"Please take a good look at the scenery at the end of this fairy road for me."

"Fifth Grandpa, you don't have to feel guilty. I don't blame you."

Chen Qingyun stood with his head bowed, feeling sour in his heart.

"As long as you don't blame me."

When Chen Daoning heard this, a big stone fell in his heart.

He raised his eyes and looked at Chen Xianming again.

"Clan Leader, I have accumulated some spiritual stones, two magic weapons, and several notes on planting spiritual fields over the years. I cannot take these with me after I die, so I will leave them to the family."

As he spoke, Chen Daoning took the storage bag from his waist tremblingly.

Seeing his action, Chen Daoren sighed and reached out to help him remove the storage bag.

"There aren't many of these things, so I'll leave them all to you."

"After I die, bury me next to Qinghe..."

Finally, he raised his eyes, with a look of nostalgia for the world, and looked at everyone one by one. Chen Daoning felt drowsy.

He resisted the fatigue, and his last gaze fell on Chen Qinghan and Chen Qingyun one by one.

"Qinghan, Qingyun."

"Do you still remember what the genealogy of our Chen family is?"

Chen Qinghan and Chen Qingyun looked at each other.

The two looked at the old man on the bed and responded in unison.

"The immortal way is evergreen, remember the virtuous and think about progress, know books and observe etiquette, and be clear about the sea of ​​stars."

"Remember..."

After the last three words came out, Chen Daoning didn't say anything and slowly closed his eyes.

His breathing also slowed down and weakened until it stopped.

This family elder has not seen the substantial increase in the output of the spiritual field that he has been thinking about.

He has not seen the birth of the second foundation-building cultivator in the Chen family.

He didn't see the Zhao family's culprits being killed by the Chen family and the Chen family taking back the Psychedelic Island.

He didn't even have a good time to enjoy his old age.

He just took a last look at the clansmen around him.

He remembered their appearance firmly.

He passed away with deep reluctance to leave his family.

"Fifth Grandpa..."

Feeling the old man's palm gradually getting cold, Chen Qinghan finally couldn't hold it anymore.

Tears welled up in her eyes and she choked and cried.

Chen Daohai, Chen Xianming and others were also heartbroken.

They gathered around the old man and called out to him, trying to wake him up.

But no matter how they called, Chen Daoning couldn't hear.

Looking at the white-haired old man on the bed, there was still a look of reluctance on his face before he died.

Recalling the old man's guilty questioning before, Chen Qingyun felt a huge sadness in his heart.

At the same time, there was a monstrous hatred.

"Zhao Family!!!"

Chen Daoning's funeral was very simple.

After the old man passed the seventh day, the family followed his wishes.

The relics left by him and Chen Qinghe were buried together in the family tomb on Lingjian Island, and the tombstone was erected next to Chen Qinghe.

The Chen family, which originally had 24 cultivators, now only has 22.

In the empty and lonely tomb.

Tombstones stand neatly in a row.

From the Xian generation to the Qing generation, spanning several generations, the deceased in the family are buried here.

One by one, the family cultivators withered and were separated from each other forever.

Their laughter, joy, anger, sorrow and happiness, all remain in the memory of the clan members forever.

They left a thick stroke on the family tree.

In the past few days, the atmosphere in the clan has become depressing.

Everyone worked harder than before in doing things and practicing.

They started to be busy all day.

After watching the old man and his brother being buried, Chen Qingyun set off to leave Lingjian Island and flew all the way to Zhenhai Island.

Back to Zhenhai Island.

Seeing that Chen Qingyun came back after seven days, he looked a little sad.

Chen Qingyan vaguely guessed something.

She asked if anyone in the family had passed away.

"It was Grandpa Wu and Brother Seven."

Chen Qingyun told Chen Qingyan about the psychedelic island.

After Chen Qingyan heard it, a sad look appeared on her face and she didn't speak for a long time.

Both of them were silent for a long time, and Chen Qingyun slowly raised his head, looked at Chen Qingyan and asked.

"Sister Wu, do you want to avenge Grandpa Wu and Brother Seven?"