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52. Shandong Province, Ludi Valley, the incident of the sect's manor and sect's great calamity could be said to be the first to come out from the mouth of the Karakorum sect's Feng Lin Xiang. The clan leader was naturally the first to know about it! Therefore, he knew what his Sixth Uncle meant by 'great matter'. He did not pursue the matter and only nodded his head before following his Sixth Uncle to the main hall.

In the main hall sat a man and a woman. The man was tall and sturdy. He wore a long green robe, and the fabric was rough without accessories. He was wearing low rank clothing, which was not even common in the mansions. The middle-aged man was wearing plain clothes, which did not suit his status. The woman sitting next to the middle-aged man had a beautiful figure. She was dressed in a narrow embroidered robe, and apart from using one or two headgear to tie her long black hair behind her head, there was no other gold, silver, or jewelry that could be found on her. The man and woman sat very close to each other when they saw that no one was in the main hall. From the looks of it, they seemed to be a middle-aged couple that had been married for many years. Their voices weren't loud, as if they were discussing some important matters. When they got to the crux of the matter, a hint of melancholy appeared on their faces.

They both thought to themselves, "There are not many people in the house anymore, why are there so many footsteps? It seems like the servants of the house are coming to the main hall, but the main hall is the most important place in the house, so no one dares to come in easily at this time. I have just told my servants why there are still people bothering me!"

The middle-aged man immediately suppressed the unhappiness in his heart and asked in a deep voice, "Who is outside the door?" After a moment, an old but very respectful voice was heard from outside the door. However, there was a hint of happiness and excitement mixed in with the respectful voice. Master, Seventh Young Master is back! " The man and woman in the main hall were startled when they heard this. The middle-aged man then asked, "What Seventh Young Master?"

This time, no one replied to his question. A moment later, a white robed figure appeared in front of the doors to the hall. A young man stood at the entrance of the main hall. His figure was tall and straight, with a long and graceful appearance. His hands were clasped behind his back, his shoulders were splayed. The righteousness of his body was hard to conceal, it gushed forth with a faint sense of oppression. A young and resolute face, however, was filled with laughter and joy. His gaze was gentle and profound as he looked at the two men and women standing in the hall.

The couple in the main hall also had shocked expressions on their faces. After a long while, Gongfu Liang was the first to speak, "Father, mother, son is back!" With that said, he quickly walked up and knelt in front of the couple, bowing to them. The woman covered the mouth with her right hand and quickly pulled up the door that was kneeling on the ground. She kept asking, "Why are you back? Is someone bullying you on Mount Kunlun? Have you been approved by Sect Leader Yun this time? How long are you going to stay at home? "

As the woman continued to ask, Gongzi Liang couldn't help but feel warm. He said softly, "Mom! Your son is back! "

The woman had not seen her son for many years, and now that she saw that he had returned safely, she only asked him if he was well and if he needed anything. On the other hand, the sect head wasn't as soft-hearted as the woman. When he thought about the scene at home these past few days, the happiness that had just bubbled up in his heart was extinguished. He immediately suppressed the joy in his heart and asked in a low voice: "Why did you come back at this time?"

Seeing her father asking her a question, she gently pushed his mother away and said, "I heard that there were some matters that we had to deal with. I was afraid that things would be difficult at home, so I came back!" Gongfu Liang's words were just right. He would not reveal the truth of his family's affairs to avoid the suspicion that he did not have his own prestige, but at the same time, he would also explain the whole story. His words were more than enough to speak, and he was experienced in politeness. Although he was not as adept as Yun Wanli, he was still not bad!

Who knew that not only would the middle-aged man not accept his kindness, he also seemed to be somewhat impatient. The anger on his face slowly surfaced, and he shouted: "Do you think this is a little kid's trick? What do you mean 'something is up'? Who knows where this rumor came from, and then you secretly ran down the mountain without telling Sect Leader Yun! It was not easy for me to send you all the way to Mount Kunlun. Don't say anything, go back immediately! "Scram back to Mount Kunlun!"

The clan leader knew his father was the head of the family, and the person he had offended was from the government. Although the imperial government had never been involved in the affairs of the martial arts world, nothing was absolute. The clan elder naturally did not wish for any mishap to happen to Gongfu Liang, who was the most eye-catching person among the younger generation of the clan. He also knew that his father was worried about his safety, so he didn't feel angry at all. Instead, he felt even warmer. He hesitated for a moment, but still looked into his father's eyes that were sharp yet complicated. He said softly but clearly, "I came back this time with Master!"

The middle-aged man saw that his son's words were soft, but his eyes were firm. He knew that he couldn't hide it and immediately sighed: "My son has grown up. As his father, I should be happy. Why do I have to face him coldly?" But thinking about the importance of this matter, he had to suppress his previous thought and said: "I don't care if you snuck down the mountain or came here with Sect Leader Yun. You should go back now. With that said, the middle-aged man stood there with his hands behind his back, as if he were someone who would not allow anyone to see him from a thousand miles away.

The first thing he thought of when he asked for help was his mother. He looked over at his mother, who was standing beside his father. When the middle-aged woman saw that her son had returned, her heart was completely focused on the door. How could she have heard the conversation between father and son? When she saw the look in her son's eyes, she was momentarily at a loss. However, she glanced at her husband, who was standing beside her. She knew that there must have been some sort of conflict between the two of them! He then advised, "Look at you! You're already so old, and yet you're still trying to lower yourself to the same level as your son. The more you live, the more you'll return! "

"Even though the middle-aged man's expression was still grave, you could tell from his words that he had slightly calmed down." What do you know? He does not know his limits, so what if I teach him a few more words? The woman saw her husband's expression relax, and knew that this method was working, so she continued, "Your son came all the way here to make a trip, but you just scolded him without saying anything. You don't need a meal to drive him away, why don't you just let him eat a meal before you continue on your way?"

When the middle-aged man saw the mother and son standing there, he could not bear to see them act in such a manner. Sighing, he turned around and walked away. When he reached the corner of the corridor, he made a sound.

"Don't forget to call me after dinner. I'm in the study!"

Qing Ming festival, wish everyone happy, of course this is a memorial to the ancestors of the day, ah! Life is full of sorrow and joy.

Little Touch is going to take the school bus and go out to investigate. He won't be able to update it tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, so I typed a whole night yesterday. I'll code all the essays from the past few days and upload them on my behalf by my classmates!

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