"Who? Who are you looking for?"

Lin Fu put down his teacup and stood up and walked towards the door.

"We are disciples of Huidan Pavilion, and we are here to give Lin Yi the True Yuan Stone."

A slightly tender voice came from outside the door.

Lin Fu opened the door and saw two boys in black standing at the door. Both boys were twelve or thirteen years old, with beautiful eyebrows and tender faces.

"It turns out that he is a great disciple of Huidan Pavilion, hurry in and enter the house."

Lin Fu was immediately overjoyed when he looked at the big box in his hands of the two young men. He had heard that the Lin clan outer disciples would get one hundred inferior true essence stones this time. Since the person who came was a disciple of Huidan Pavilion, the ones that were in the two big boxes must be the one hundred true essence stones.

"I am Lin Yi's father. Lin Yi is practicing indoor practice now. Please sit in the room." Lin Fuke politely invited the two teenagers into the room.

When Chen Cuilian heard the news, she put down the fried spoon and hurried to make tea.

"It turns out it's Uncle Lin. We are here to deliver the true essence stone to Senior Brother Lin Yi. It's time for us to go back and report the truth stone when it's delivered."

The two young men put two large wooden boxes on the table, bowed to Lin Fu and Chen Cuilian, and walked out of the room.

One of the boys looked at the training room and exclaimed: "I didn't expect that Senior Brother Lin was so diligent. He just won the first place in the outer sect and began to practice."

Another young man nodded and said, "Senior Brother Lin is really a role model for my Lin clan's children."

When talking about Lin Yi, the two teenagers looked full of admiration.

The two disciples of Huidan Pavilion had just left, and the Sutra Library also sent someone to send a waist card. With this waist card, Lin Yi could go to the Sutra Library to choose any set of Xuan-level martial arts skills.

After seeing off the disciples of the Sutra Pavilion, Lin Fu returned to the room and saw the golden waist signs and two boxes of True Yuan stones on the table, his breathing suddenly became rapid.

"Master, it depends on how happy you are. Is this waist brand and two big boxes a good name?" Chen Cuilian asked curiously with her apron on her shoulders.

Lin Fu smiled, took a sip of tea, and said, "Cui Lian, you don't know this. Do you see this waist brand? This waist brand is a special waist brand that enters the Sutra Pavilion. This waist brand is neither gold nor silver, and flying copper nor wood. This is made of deep-sea fine iron. Deep-sea fine iron is an indispensable material for refining magic tools."

Chen Cuilian blinked her eyes and said in confusion: "In this way, is this waist brand very expensive?"

"Of course it's expensive." Lin Fu smiled.

"How much money is that worth?" Chen Cuilian said with her eyes shining.

When Lin Fu saw that his wife had an old problem again, he was amused and laughed.

"You, how can the value of this waist brand be measured by gold and silver? If... if you have to estimate the price, at least 100,000 taels."

"Ten...100,000 taels! My God! Such an inconspicuous small brand is worth 100,000 taels?" Chen Cuilian took a breath and stared at the waist tag on the table.

"Cui Lian, what are you thinking? This is the pass for Yi'er to enter the Sutra Library to select advanced martial arts. You must not make any decisions about it." Lin Fu warned his wife sternly.

"Hehe, how can you do it?" Chen Cuilian rubbed her little hands embarrassedly, "Although I am a little confused about your wife, it depends on the situation. This waist card is a pass for our son to a higher level of cultivation. How can I make an idea? By the way, do you want to have some wine tonight? I'll buy it for you now."

Lin Fu nodded when he saw his wife's promise.

Chen Cuilian took a piece of silver from the package and a gust of wind rushed out of the house.

Seeing that his wife had moved home for a long time, working inside and outside for so long, and not looking tired at all, Lin Fu shook his head speechlessly.

When Lin Yi walked out of the training room, Chen Cuilian had already put the dining table full of dishes, and Lin Fu was sitting at the table and drinking by himself.

"Yi'er, you're finally out. Wash your hands and come over to have a meal." Chen Cuilian greeted.

Lin Yi agreed and cleansed his hands and face, and came to the dining table.

The family sat around the dining table, with chickens, ducks, fish and meat on the table, assorted snacks, crispy dishes, all in color, fragrance and taste, and extremely rich.

Tonight was very rare. Lin Fu poured a glass of wine for his son. The father and son were numbing wine while chatting about family matters.

In order not to worry about his parents, Lin Yi did not mention the Lin clan's martial arts, but just told some interesting things he encountered in the weapon refining pavilion, the legendary story of Master Ku, etc. When Lin Fu asked about martial arts, Lin Yi also briefly said a few sentences and changed the topic again.

The moonlight outside the window was like water. Before I knew it, a faint mist appeared in the entire courtyard. The wind blew, and the pines and cypress branches and leaves rustled.

After a meal, Lin Fu got drunk and swallowed his anger for more than ten years. His son finally made his debut. Lin Fu completely relaxed his body and mind tonight, and was so drunk.

Lin Yi carried his father to bed, and when he touched his head, Lin Fu fell asleep.

Looking back, Lin Yi realized that his mother was in a bad mood. He saw that his mother had red eyes and looked at him with a resentful look on her face.

"Mom, what's wrong with you? Who bullies you?" Lin Yi asked frowned.

Unexpectedly, Chen Cuilian rushed over and rubbed him into her arms, sobbing in a low voice: "Yi'er, my good Yi'er, you have suffered these days..."

Lin Yi was so sad that his mother cried.

"Mom, don't cry, I'm fine, I'm really fine." Lin Yi explained.

"Hmph, you said it's okay? It's okay, the golden armored warrior of the Lin tribe will run to our gate to stand guard? It's okay, you will stay overnight without a stay? It's okay, you will be anxious to urge me and your father to move..."

Lin Yi opened his mouth and was speechless. It turned out that she could see everything about her mother, but she just didn't say anything and didn't ask.

"Mom, don't worry, there will be no trouble in the future." Lin Yi swears: "Now, we have moved into the Lin tribe compound, and no one will do anything to our family in the future."

Chen Cuilian wiped her tears, looked at her son with heartache, and reached out to touch her cheeks gently.

"Yi'er, don't be crazy and heartless all day long, but my mother is very happy. You have paid so much for our family. Your father and I see it. Don't worry, practice hard, climb as high as you can, and fly as far as you can. Your father and I will never become a burden to you."

"Mom, how can you say such things? How can you and my father be my burden? The reason why I embarked on the path of cultivation is to let you live a good life with me. You are definitely not my burden. You are my motivation and the source of my motivation for cultivation." Lin Yi said seriously.

Chen Cuilian looked at her son's eyes and said nothing for a long time. After a while, she sobbed, with tears on her face and smiled, "I feel relieved when my Yi'er grows up."
Chapter completed!