"You know, my lineage is destined not to have many people. Two in each generation is considered too many."

Martial arts training consumes too many resources. Even a founder like Xu Junming who is proficient in Tiangong Dao cannot afford to support him too much.

At this moment, a ray of light flew from the island.

When they came to a stop three feet away from Qin Zhong and Jin Shi, a fat man wearing a green Taoist robe and a Taoist bun, with a round face, a fat figure, and a very happy face appeared in everyone's eyes.

Under his feet was a bronze-colored sword as wide as a door panel and huge.

"Senior Brother Yong!"

Ye Tianyun shouted.

After smiling and nodding at him, the fat man cupped his fists in salute.

"Uncle Qin, Uncle Jin, and Uncle Shi asked me to call you to discuss matters."

Qin Zhong nodded.

"Yongrong, have you broken through to the golden elixir realm?"

"I was lucky enough to make a breakthrough by taking advantage of the great changes in the world."

"There is never any luck in cultivation." After a pause, "Lao Jin, let's go. Don't keep Master waiting."

The golden lion nodded.

"My dear, you go back and take care of the children first, and I'll go see the master."

After Jin Qing nodded, she turned around and flew towards the top of the mountain from where she came.

"Let's go."

The group of people flew straight towards the center of the island.

The closer you get, the clearer the view becomes of the three zigzag wooden houses.

After landing on the bluestone square in the middle, everyone, led by Qin Zhong, walked through the square, climbed the steps, and walked into the wooden house.

The moment they came in, Wang Chao and Tang Zichen, who were here for the first time, had a look of shock on their faces.

Originally, the wooden house looked less than 200 square meters from the outside, but it was indeed four to five times larger after entering.

The space of nearly one acre is extremely empty.

Except for the huge word "Dao" on the wall facing the wall and the nine night pearls on the top, there are only a dozen futons left.

There are two futons at the front, the left one is empty, and on the right sits a man wearing a black and white robe, with a gold ring around his neck, a light golden straw rope around his waist, and a small green gourd hanging on it. He is about six or seven years old.

of children.

Three feet away from the child, there are five futons.

Two are empty on the left, and three are on the right. One is sitting upright, a middle-aged Taoist wearing a green Taoist robe, with a square face and a dignified expression, and a yellow gourd hanging from his waist.

On the left side of her, there sat a beautiful middle-aged woman wearing a purple dress and a golden bow in her hair.

On the right side is a young man wearing black clothes, thin and serious.

Both the beautiful woman and the young man have similar yellow gourds hanging around their waists.

Behind the three people, four futons were lined up. The one on the far left was empty, and the three behind them were each occupied by two men and one woman.

Yong Rong walked to the far left and sat down on the empty futon.

To his right, sat a man in green clothes who looked very similar to the middle-aged man in front of him who wore a green Taoist robe, had a square face, and a majestic temperament.
Chapter completed!