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Postscript 3 (Part 1)

The sun is so warm.

After the dark night that lasted for three disasters, many people in the real world became obsessed with the hobby of basking in the sun.

In the sunny weather, squint your eyes on the recliner and feel the temperature falling from the sky. The limbs and bones are warm, which is truly a supreme enjoyment.

As the ancestor of the Bailian Sect, the ancestor of the Xu family and the peerless master who is respected by the world's tool making masters, Xu Yang is not immune to the common customs. At this moment, he is lying on the handmade lounge chair of his daughter, almost dreaming.

While half asleep and half awake, he was also sighing:

You can get out of the army!

The recliner itself is a casual work by my daughter.

What she did was nothing more than shaping and polishing, but Xu Yang appreciated this feeling of being able to understand the nature of things and adapt to the needs of others.

There is no discomfort on this recliner, but it is just plain and simple, which is not surprising.

This is very good.

With her skills in making tools, if she is too concerned about such objects, she will be pretentious.

"Personality" is difficult to grasp.

Especially when you do whatever you want, you can still do whatever you want, and you can still understand people by knowing things - it is simply a natural mind and nature of practicing Taoism.

Xu Yang is not so shallow that he feels these feelings because of a chair.

But over the past period of time, all kinds of events have made him understand one thing:

This daughter should not be held back by the Xu family, but should have a broader world.

Under the warm sun, the chair swayed gently, and there was no time to stop.

Just like Xu Yang's heart at this moment.

The Xu clan was originally a branch of the witch sect. Before and after the battle between sword and witches, they were separated. They were no longer like the witch clan, relying on their bloodlines, but were cultivated normally. His branch was only mediocre in terms of practice; but in terms of making weapons and refining objects, they had excellent talent and created a hundred refining sects.

These were originally conflicts between ancestors, but they were a coincidence that the Xu family avoided two major disasters in succession. Now, with the completion of the earth-shaking changes in Xu Yang in the making of tools, the Bailian Sect has become one of the best sects in the world, and the Xu family has also become a famous family. The gains and losses are really wonderful.

The Xu family of Bailian Sect can achieve today, although it is his unprecedented achievement in the making of instruments, but if you really want to continue to study, the most essential improvement is still ten thousand years ago, during that shocking disaster.

Because of his friendship with Yu Zhou, he naturally became kind to Yu Ci; and because of his love and cherishing talents, he helped Xu Bo improve his ability to make tools.

After that, Yu Ci re-established Shangqing, and Xu Boze joined the Sect of Xin Tianjun, the Eight Scenery Palace. Therefore, the two major clans of Shangqing, Eight Scenery, have a close relationship with the Bailian Sect. Just like the help of the east wind, it has brought Qingyun to the sky. In just a short time, it became one of the "Tianmen" of the Xiyu League.

After that, it became even more uncontrollable, and the "hundreds of craftsmen" in the world gradually became a lineage.

Among them, there are a series of tools and techniques, and seven out of ten are regarded as the Hundred Refining Sects. In terms of reputation in this industry, they even surpass those giants of the clans.

It is precisely because of this that my daughter's future has already involved too much, so how to arrange it and make good plans.

This kind of thing is no different from making equipment. In recent years, his heart has become mixed.

Fortunately, there are not a few days left in this way.

The servant's respectful voice rang not far away:

"Old ancestor, Lord Youcheng is here to pay homage to you..."

Xu Yang raised his finger lightly, and the servant understood what he meant and retreated silently.

The surroundings have returned to purity, but unfortunately it did not last long.

"Father."

The eldest son Xu Gong walked over with slight steps: "You Qianshan is sincere enough..."

"Yes, I'm sure."

Xu Yang half opened his eyes: "Then tell me, is he Yicheng against Qinglan? Or is Yicheng against me Bailian Sect?"

"this……"

"Tell me again, you hope, where does he turn his 'sincerity'?"

Xu Gong lowered his head and dared not answer.

Xu Yang was a little helpless about this child.

Although the Xu family is no longer considered a Wu Sect lineage, there are still the legacy of the Wu Sect in the bones and blood of the descendants, and they are all very cautious. Xu Yang is also focusing on the method of making tools. It has been nearly four kalpas for the world. Ordinary aristocratic families will be scattered for thousands of generations at this time, and his Xu family has only a hundred people. He has only two sons and one daughter. The age difference between the eldest son and the youngest daughter is more than three kalpas, and there are more grandchildren.

As the eldest son, Xu Gong followed his lineage in his cultivation and had no talent. Before, when the Bailian Sect was still hanging with the human sect of the Xiyu League, Xu Gong was still solid, so he could lay a relatively solid foundation. When the Bailian Sect was rising, he could use his resources to enter immortality.

His prospects are only here, and Xu Yang does not expect him to allow the Hundred Refining Sect to last forever. As long as he can protect the Xu family's bloodline, that's it.

However, over the years, the prestige of Bailian Sect has been increasing, and Xu Gong has been blown away by the wind from all sides and is a little bit unable to hold on.

He only has the Bailian Sect as the first-class sect family in the world, but he does not have any potential to go further, just like him.

No matter how hard you do this, what's the point?

Xu Yang would rather think about some old things and old people:

"Youqianshan is indeed a talented person. Although the Wumen has declined, he can revive his power by taking advantage of the opportunity to move Feihun City into the outer sea and have the momentum of vitality... It is not in vain for his mother's efforts."

Xu Gong couldn't help but say:

"Since my father also thinks that You Qianshan is a character, then he and Qinglan..."

"So I, Xu Yang, is old and has reached the point of asking my son to make the decision and selling my daughter?"

Xu Gong was so scared that he knelt on the ground and did not dare to speak.

"From today on, you should focus on managing the family business. Leave the affairs of the sect to the waiter. If he is still not interested, he can give it to anyone... You just can do something at a glance, and you are shaking in front of you all year round, which is really annoying."

With one word, Xu Yang decided to make the future of his son's clan sect in the future, but there was no fluctuation in his heart.

He narrowed his eyes:

"Such a good sun can't last for a few days..."

Xu Gong leaned down deeply when he heard this, his father kicked him out of his sect's power and his fear of falling down in his eyes, which made him completely speechless.

And it was the old man who had foresaw the death to come and muttered:

"Where is Qinglan, if You Qianshan makes her feel uncomfortable, come and tell me that I will break that guy's leg!"

As the words were about to come, the clear sky suddenly darkened, and a light shot out from behind the sun, cutting through the sky, falling downwards.

After falling halfway, the heaven and earth tremble slightly, and the aftermath is difficult to complete.

Xu Yang raised his eyelids slightly: "What the hell is there in Taixiao Divine Court?"

"Father...father."

"Um?"

"That light... has come to us."

Too late, sorry, I'll steal a chapter
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