The six brothers of the Wang family caught the spear with one hand, holding the inscription on the barrel of the gun, and waved it.
The whistling sound of the wind resounded throughout the air. As their internal energy poured into them, the inscriptions on the gun barrels emitted bursts of light. They clearly felt that the internal energy of the six people seemed to be connected together, and every movement was pulling each other.
"Thank you, master, for the gun." The six brothers of the Wang family put away their guns and stood up, then knelt down to Taishi Xingwei.
"Get up, as long as you like it. You can name this gun yourself." Taishi Xingwei gently raised his hand and helped the six brothers up from the air.
The six brothers looked at each other and touched the gun barrels one after another.
"Let's call him a steady flow," Wang Da said.
As they affirmed, the gun body trembled slightly, which seemed to be recognition of their naming.
"Okay, the gun is also made. You must practice hard and strive to carry forward the "Continuous Streaming Six Sons Serial Gun Formation" as soon as possible." Taishi Xingwei nodded with satisfaction. He is now very satisfied with these six brothers.
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Dolin's eyes were full of envy. He looked forward to meeting his own good metal and having his own kitchen knife forged by his master.
As time passed slowly, the fifteenth day of the first lunar month arrived soon.
On the night of the Lantern Festival, a group of people were sitting at the dining table having a reunion dinner. The moon was particularly bright today, hanging in the sky like a big moon disk.
"You guys are leaving tomorrow, and I'm really reluctant to say that." Dao Wuji sighed.
The emotion of impending separation infected everyone. After spending more than half a month together, they liked Wuji Peak very much. Seeing that they were leaving tomorrow, they were a little reluctant to leave, but they had to leave, so although this meal was delicious
, but everyone was not very interested.
"Okay, there is no such thing as a feast that lasts forever. We can come again if we have the opportunity in the future." Taishi Xingwei raised his wine glass to liven up the atmosphere.
Dao Wuji also knew that he couldn't make everyone unhappy on the last day, so he forced a smile and raised his glass.
Everyone also has to raise their glasses and clink them together.
"You are welcome to come and play often. Come anytime you want, Uncle Tao welcomes you."
After the meal, everyone went back to their rooms to prepare for rest. We will be on the road tomorrow and we need to be energetic today.
In the yard, Dao Lin was walking with Dao Wuji.
"Son, if you have a chance to go back this time, go and inquire about your mother's whereabouts. Our family has not been reunited for a long time." Dao Wuji gently patted Daolin's shoulder and said.
"Don't worry, dad. After I get back, I will go to the Taoist house and try to find out the whereabouts of my mother." Dolin nodded vigorously and said.
"Okay, pay attention to safety and try not to conflict with them. After all, you are very weak in the imperial capital, and your father is worried about you." Dao Wuji touched his son's head and said.
"Don't worry, I want to see what happened to my mother after she has been missing for so many years." Dolin narrowed his eyes and said bitterly.
There was no talking all night, some people were fast asleep, and some people were thinking a lot, and the night passed quickly.
With the return of the waiters and chefs, Taishi Xingwei will also leave with Twelve Jue.
"My dad will be taken care of by you. If you have any questions, please contact me as soon as possible." Daolin stood at the end of the motorcade and said to the six brothers of the Wang family who were seeing him off.
"Daolin, don't worry. Uncle Dao will leave this place to us. Anyone who wants to bully Uncle Dao must step on our corpses." Wang Da said, patting his chest.
"Thank you for your kindness. We will be good brothers from now on." Daolin and the Wang brothers hugged each other, then turned and walked towards the lead car.
He knew that Dao Wuji was watching from upstairs, so he turned his back and raised his arms to express farewell.
Dao Wuji, who was in the room on the second floor, turned around quickly.
"Hey, when I get older, I don't want to see this kind of farewell scene."
"Can we go?" Jijiu held the reins and sat on the carriage. He looked at Dolin walking over and asked aloud.
"Well, let's set off." Dolin jumped on the carriage, took the reins handed over by Jijiu and shouted.
As the reins shook, the carriage began to move forward slowly, and the teams behind it also followed.
Dao Wuji finally returned to the window. Looking at the motorcade turning into the corner of the mountain, his tears fell unconsciously.
He knew that his son was getting older, and what greeted him was the vast sky outside, and this place where he once lived was his safe haven. No matter what he experienced outside, when he returned home, only warmth remained.
Dao Wuji wiped away his tears and started to clean up the house. When he opened the room where Twelve Jue lived, he found that the room had been tidied up, as if no one had ever lived there, but there was a thick pillow on the bed.
paper bag.
Dao Wuji opened the paper bag and took a look, and found that it was a bank note. After a simple scan, there were ten thousand taels.
Dao Wuji shakily stuffed the banknotes back into the paper bag, and rushed to other rooms. As expected, there was a paper bag placed on the bed in each room.
The Twelve Jue, including Taishi Xingwei, left a total of twelve paper bags. Counting Daolin's one hundred thousand taels, there were actually 220,000 taels. What a huge fortune.
"Uncle Dao, they asked me to tell you that all this money was earned by Daolin last year. During the New Year here, they felt the warmth of home and regarded you as their elder. This money is their filial piety to you and is also an advance for this year.
Deposit for the New Year at the end of the year.”
While Dao Wuji was shocked, the six brothers of the Wang family came over and spoke softly.
"They are all good kids. Daolin has made a group of good kids, and you are the same." Dao Wuji sat on the bed and sighed, holding the paper bags in his hands.
The Wang brothers looked at the paper bag with calm eyes. For them, there is really no comparison between money and love.
"Good boy, please stay with uncle. Uncle will treat you no worse than Daolin." Dao Wuji stood up and opened his arms to hold the six Wang brothers in his arms.
Feeling Dao Wuji's warm chest, the six Wang brothers completely integrated themselves into the Taoist manor.
"You will practice harder in the future and try to go to the imperial capital to find Daolin one day earlier." Dao Wuji said, touching the heads of the six of them.
"We swear to protect you to the death." Wang Da shook his head and said.
"Haha, I am a fat restaurant owner, what do I need to protect?" Dao Wuji laughed and said.
"What our master says, we must implement it," the six brothers said in unison.
"Okay, okay! You can do whatever you want." Dao Wuji said with a smile.
Dao Wuji returned to his room and put the money left by Twelve Jues into the storage ring. For him, these were the children's wishes. He could not spend them randomly. He would keep them until this year for the Chinese New Year and put these wallets into his own.