Rebirth: The whole family travels through time together: Fubao Koi is busy eating melons

When Cao Qingzhan stepped into the hall, Madam Qi and the dying Shangguan Li barely managed to say, "Elder Liu, hurry up... kill him!"

However, Elder Liu only needed to take a glance before he bowed deeply to Ling Wen without hesitation, "Welcome back, young master. Young master, I am honored to witness you perform the 'Nine Swords of Shangguan', which is a unique skill that only the head of the Anqi Sect can learn. This means... this means... congratulations to the head, congratulations on your promotion!"

The disciples of Anqi Sect who arrived later were all shocked when they heard this. How could the position of the sect leader be passed to the young master? What about the position of the leader of the martial arts world?

Seeing the two elders kneeling on the ground, the remaining disciples did not dare to disobey and knelt one after another. A unified voice echoed in the hall, "Welcome the master home!"

This scene made the eyes of the three people in the hall red, and Shangguan Li was so angry that he fainted.

Ling Wen turned to look at Elder Liu and waved his hand gently, "I am not very interested in managing the affairs of Anqi Sect. From today on, Elder Liu and Elder Hong will jointly manage the sect."

"This... Sect Master, you can't do that!"

Elder Yu was quite surprised. The Anqi Gate was built with the painstaking efforts of several generations of the Shangguan family. How could it be abandoned just like that?

Ling Wen had already made up his mind. He had set up his own sect in Qifeng Mountain, and all the disciples in the sect were carefully selected. In comparison, the Anqi Sect seemed insignificant.

Without saying anything more, he walked straight towards the quiet courtyard in the main yard, leaving only silence behind him.

Not long after, the Fanying Sect's men carried out several boxes of gold, silver and jewelry. These were the inheritance left by their ancestors, and Ling Wen had no intention of keeping them.

Mrs. Qi watched as her storehouses were emptied one by one. The treasures that she had once been proud of were now being taken away one by one in boxes. The suppressed emotions in her heart finally gushed out like a mouthful of hot blood. She immediately became so angry that she fainted on the ground.

Outside the Anqi Gate, various martial arts people were still gathering to watch. They were unwilling to get involved in this personal feud, but they were all curious and looked forward to the moment when the door of the hall opened to see who would win in the end and who would be the leader of the martial arts world.

Soon, Hu Ling opened the palace door as ordered, and the crowd outside the door immediately boiled, "He's out, he's out, who is it?"

With the appearance of Ling Wen, the discussion in the crowd became louder.

"What's going on? Why is it him? Could it be that the two brothers have reconciled privately and shook hands and made peace?"

"Hey, look! A lot of boxes were taken out! I heard that Anqimen was rich enough to rival a country. It turns out that there are so many treasures."

"Where are Madam Qi and Alliance Leader Shangguan? Why are they nowhere to be seen?"

Ling Wen bowed slightly to the various sects present and said firmly, "My elders, I beg you to bear witness to what happened today. From today on, the name Shangguan Shangguan Jing has become a thing of the past, and there is only Ling Wen. As for Anqi Sect, it has nothing to do with me, Ling Wen, anymore."

"Also, I have a piece of news for you all. Madam Qi and Shangguan Li have lost all their martial arts skills. The Anqi Clan has been entrusted to Elder Liu and Elder Yu."

After he finished speaking, Ling Wen flashed into the crowd and did not stay any longer.

Upon hearing this, the leader of the Jingxin Sect laughed out loud, "Haha, if that's the case, should I also take part in the Wulin Alliance Leader position?"

The head of the Guyu sect was dismissive, "With your old bones, your skills are not even as good as those of the small leaders of the Beggars' Sect."

The leader of the Beggars' Sect was just watching the battle while eating melons. When his name was suddenly called, he chuckled and said, "So, my Beggars' Sect also has a chance to compete for the position of the leader of the martial arts world? Everyone, please bear with me!"

The leader of Qingshan Sect waved his hand and said, "I suggest that we hold a martial arts leader selection competition during the Mid-Autumn Festival two years from now, and let everyone speak with their true abilities and knowledge."

"What a good idea! Master Zhou is right. During the Mid-Autumn Festival two years from now, we will invite heroes from all over the world to witness this grand event together."

The leader of the Yuhong Sect had just learned of the news about the Anqi Sect. Mrs. Hong almost fainted after hearing the news. She had just sent her daughter to marriage in the morning, but unexpectedly, something unexpected happened in just a few hours.

Sect Leader Hong's face turned pale, and he said in a deep voice, "Come here, prepare the carriage and bring the third young lady back immediately."

This marriage seems to have come to nothing. His daughter has lost her martial arts skills, and as a father, he can protect her for the rest of her life.

But the mother and son of the Shangguan family had broken limbs and were like disabled people. How could he bear to let his daughter endure this hardship and take care of two people who were unable to take care of themselves for the rest of their lives?

Zhang Mingyi finally waited for the rare two-day break from classes in the college. He secretly planned to go back to the villa to enjoy himself and completely relax his long-tensed nerves. Maybe he could also go fishing by the lake, or stroll in the bamboo forest and listen to the rustling sound of wind blowing through the bamboo leaves.

However, this expectation was soon shattered.

Xiao Youniang walked into the room lightly with a stack of draft paper in her hand, with a firm look on her face that could not be refused: "Brother, while the inspiration is still floating in the clouds, come and draw the design of that project in detail. The Niu Shangpo project cannot wait for us, and the arrow is on the string."

Zhang Ming frowned slightly when he heard this, looking surprised: "So urgent? I remember mother said that we have to collect 10,000 taels of silver before we can start."

Xiao Youniang's eyes sparkled with excitement, as if she had discovered a treasure: "You don't know, when you were not at home yesterday, I accidentally overheard the conversation between mother and Mrs. Hu. Last month, the dividends from our store in the capital city reached 2,700 taels of silver!"

After hearing this, Zhang Ming's eyes flashed with surprise: "Wow, this is a huge profit! The people in the capital are really generous, their wealth and generosity are really not deceiving me!"

Xiao Youniang continued, "Last month, the capital city celebrated both the Spring Festival and the Lantern Festival, and the noble ladies competed to buy perfume and soap as gifts for each other. In addition, there was a rare snowstorm here, which hindered the transportation of goods. Supply was insufficient to meet demand, and prices naturally rose. Madam Hu told my mother that perfume during that period was even sold at a high price of twenty taels of silver per bottle."

Touched by this unexpected surprise, Zhang Mingyi's mind was instantly broadened: "In this case, I will first improve the details of the drawings. You can help me review the new chapter of "Journey to the West" that I just wrote to see if there is anything that needs to be revised."

As he spoke, he pulled out a few slightly rough sketches from the bookshelf, spread them out on the table, and began to outline every detail on the drawings with focused and delicate strokes, stroke by stroke. Xiao Youniang read her brother's words carefully, sometimes nodding in approval, sometimes frowning slightly.

Throughout the morning, the study was filled with the busy yet harmonious atmosphere of the brother and sister. The rustling sound of pen tips rubbing against paper and the occasional sound of conversation were intertwined, and time passed quietly.

At lunch time, the family sat around the large round table in the restaurant.