A seal of immortality

Chapter 11 Father's Shock

After an agreement was reached, Wang Mingzhi and others naturally would not stay any longer, and the elders of the clan left the ancestral hall one after another.

"Seventeenth brother, it's a good thing you're here today, otherwise I don't know how it will end!" The white-haired old man smiled at the middle-aged Confucian scholar, thanking him.

The Wang family has established a family for hundreds of years, and a strict system has been formed within the clan. Peers are called according to their birth order. For example, Wang Changsheng, who ranks seventh among his peers, should usually be called Seventh Brother or Seventh Brother.

"Yes! Uncle Seventeen, if you hadn't come, Big Brother and the others wouldn't know what to do!" Wang Mingyuan also expressed his gratitude to the middle-aged Confucian scholar.

"You guys are thanking the wrong person. If the third brother didn't ask me to come, I wouldn't be bothered to come!"

"Third brother?"

"Uncle Third?"

Wang Mingyuan and the white-haired old man looked at each other, and they both saw a hint of surprise in each other's eyes.

In Wang Mingyuan's impression, the third uncle preached in the teaching hall on weekdays, concentrating on cultivating the younger generation in the clan, and rarely intervening in clan affairs. Because of this, the third uncle and the seventeenth uncle walked closer than other brothers Some, Wang Mingyuan is not surprised that the third uncle can persuade the seventeenth uncle,
But the question is, who talked about third uncle.

"That's right, the third brother entrusted me to be a peacemaker, but having said that, Mingyuan, you are indeed a poor patriarch. If it weren't for the fact that you usually do things fairly, even the three Brother invited me to come, and I won’t come either,” said the middle-aged Confucian scholar at the end with a serious expression.

Wang Mingyuan's face turned red when he heard the words, the clan leader couldn't escape the responsibility for the clan's fall into the current situation.

"Ahem, no matter what, I still want to thank you this time, Seventeenth Brother, I have a picture of welcoming immortals in my hand, which was made by Daoist Tianfu before he stepped into the realm of cultivating immortals. Are you interested in taking a look?" White-haired The old man coughed lightly and changed the subject.

"Tianfu real person? Brother is talking about the cultivation wizard who only stepped into the world of cultivating immortals at the age of 50 and has achieved Yuanying Dao in hundreds of years?" The middle-aged Confucian scholar was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, and then he was overjoyed, with a very happy expression on his face Excited.

"That's right. I got this painting by accident. I don't know if it's true or not. Seventeenth brother, can you help me identify the authenticity?" The paintings of Fu Yuanying's real person also have a light on his face.

"Then I'll bother you, brother, let's go quickly! I can't wait any longer," said the middle-aged Confucian scholar and dragged the white-haired old man away in a hurry, looking impatient.

"Whether you can continue to be the patriarch depends on your performance in the past two months. If you need help, come to Qingzhuxuan to find me." When Wang Mingyuan was in a daze, a voice transmission appeared in his mind.

"Two months?" Wang Mingyuan smiled wryly when he heard the words, shook his head, and left the ancestral hall.

At noon, the sermon was over, and there were only two figures in Nuo Da’s lecture hall, one old and one young, they were Wang Changsheng and third uncle Wang Li.

"Third Uncle, do you think Seventeenth Uncle can persuade the elders of other clans?" Wang Changsheng cast his gaze on Third Uncle, frowning and looking sad.

"It's hard to say. It's the first time I've seen so many clan elders make trouble." Wang Li shook his head, with a hint of worry in his cloudy eyes.

Hearing this, Wang Changsheng was a little disappointed. He took the talisman to find his father in the morning, but was told that his father had gone to the ancestral hall. A group of clan elders tried to force his father to abdicate. The ancestral hall is very important, even if he is a young patriarch, he can't come in and out casually. In desperation, Wang Changsheng could only ask his third uncle for help.

"Do you blame Uncle for not going to the ancestral hall to speak for you?" Wang Li asked as if he had seen through Wang Changsheng's thoughts.

"No," Wang Changsheng quickly denied, but his face turned red, obviously lying.

"Brat, with your little thoughtfulness, how can you hide it from your uncle?" Wang Li scolded with a light smile, sighed, and then said: "I seldom interfere in the family affairs these years, even if I go, people will speak lightly." , can’t help your father, besides, you often ran into my yard a few years ago, do you think those clans are old and blind?”

"If you don't go, then why did you ask Uncle Seventeen to go? Doesn't he only like to recite poems and write poems, read and draw pictures? Could it be that Uncle Seventeen's words carry more weight than yours?" Wang Changsheng asked curiously.

"You're still young, you'll know when you grow up," Wang Li said in a slightly mysterious way, without explaining the reason.

"Because Uncle Seventeen is the ancestor's biological son, his words carry weight." Just as Wang Changsheng was thinking hard about the reason, a loud voice came from outside.

As soon as the words were finished, a figure walked in. It was Wang Mingyuan with a faint smile on his face.

"Father, you're okay," Wang Changsheng's face brightened when he saw Wang Mingyuan, he hurried forward and asked with concern.

"Don't worry, dad is fine. Your seventeenth uncle has spoken, and your uncle and the others don't dare to force me to abdicate." Wang Mingyuan patted his son on the shoulder with a look of relief on his face.

"No way! After your Seventeenth Uncle said something, Ninth Brother and the others will stop making trouble?" Wang Li asked doubtfully.

Hearing this, Wang Mingyuan glanced at Wang Changsheng, and after seeing the worried look in his son's eyes, he sighed, and then said, "I know you can't hide this from you, brother, they promised to let me continue to be the patriarch, but I have to be in two Turn losses into profits within a month and make up for the losses, otherwise, I will abdicate after two months."

"It's really not easy to make up for the loss within two months." Wang Li suddenly realized when he heard the words, and then turned his eyes to Wang Changsheng, and said with a soft smile: "But with Changsheng's help, it may not be impossible."

Hearing this, Wang Mingyuan was taken aback for a moment, and asked in confusion, "Can my son help me? Are you kidding me! Third Uncle?"

"Do you think I'm joking?" Wang Li said sincerely.

Regarding this, Wang Changsheng chuckled, took out a gleaming red talisman, and said with a smile, "Father, what do you think this is?"

"Of course I know this, Fireball Talisman!"

"Alright, alright, Changsheng, stop teasing your father, and take out all the talismans you have drawn!" Wang Li urged, as if he couldn't stand it anymore.

Seeing this, Wang Changsheng didn't hide it anymore, and took out all the more than 30 drawn talisman seals.

"You... made all these talismans?" Seeing dozens of gleaming talismans in Wang Changsheng's hand, Wang Mingyuan said in disbelief with a look of shock on his face.

"Well," Wang Changsheng nodded, with a little pride on his face.

"Mingyuan! You gave birth to a good son. This boy is very talented in making talismans," Wang Li said in an envious tone. To be honest, when Wang Changsheng showed him the talisman seals he had made, , his reaction may not be much better than Wang Mingyuan's. It only took less than a month from learning to make talismans to successfully making talismans.
The whole process still depends on my own hard work. I dare not say that this situation is unprecedented, but in their Wang family, it is indeed No.1.

(End of this chapter)