Chapter 477: Short-Lived

The old patriarch only felt a pain in his chest, "Xiaochen, your father has no other choice. Our Nangong family has been going downhill. If a daughter of the Murong family falls in love with your father and is willing to be an ordinary wife to marry to our Nangong family, that is equivalent to a lot of money." I got the help of a big family. How precious are the daughters of the Murong family? In recent years, they have all married into the Jimo family. If you can fall in love with your father, you have to seize this opportunity. Your mother can't think about it for a while..."

In Nangong Beichen's eagle-like eyes, a trace of hidden pain flashed.

Her face was still as cynical as usual, and she said in her mouth: "Yes, how wonderful! It's a pity that she was short-lived. She gave birth to a son and died within a few days of marriage. Our Nangong family couldn't get on line with the Murong family after all. What a pity! My father should continue to visit the Murong family to see if there are any suitable widows or women willing to marry..."

The old patriarch couldn't catch his breath, he stroked his chest and wheezed for a long time before he turned around.

Nangong Beichen was still gloating.

The old patriarch gasped for a while, then raised his head, tears were already in his eyes.

He didn't talk to Nangong Beichen anymore, but looked in the direction of the ancestral hall of the Nangong family...

He said sadly, "I have been reflecting on myself all these years. I, Nangong Ming, have no morals and incompetence, which has caused my Nangong family to decline day by day. I think the ancestor of our Nangong family was the first sage to ascend in the Lingbao Continent. , and now tens of thousands of years have passed, but it has decayed like this..."

"Cultivation is difficult! The talents of the descendants of the past generations are not satisfactory. The old man has not even made a breakthrough as a Wang Lingshi in his life. The only elder Wang Lingshi went to explore the secret realm and disappeared for nearly a hundred years. It will soon be the once-in-a-century competition of the eight major families. Our Nangong family has been in the bottom two consecutive One more time, one more time at the bottom, I'm afraid I will be removed from it and lose the status of the top family..."

"I am ashamed of my ancestors! I am also sorry for your mother. Back then, I agreed to the marriage... I am also sorry for you. I did not expect to cause such a serious blow to your young heart. Over the years, The old man has also long understood that it is too reluctant to rely on external force after all. At most, it is a momentary trend. Strong descendants are the foundation of a family's prosperity..."

The old patriarch was full of emotions, as if he was talking to himself, tears were already running down his dry face.

Nangong Beichen's cynical smile could no longer be held back, no matter what, he was a child of the Nangong family, this was destined by birth and could not be changed.

Besides, the image of the old patriarch confessed in front of him, no matter how much hatred he had in his heart, it eased a little.

"Okay, you don't have to do this when you are old. As a child of the family, Beichen is willing to share if he can help the family with anything."

The old patriarch stopped wiping his tears immediately, "That's great, you also know that every hundred-year competition is decided among the juniors. Beichen, your talent is the best among the juniors of our Nangong family. The most outstanding, this year's participation is indispensable, you must go all out, can you?"

Nangong Beichen was noncommittal, as expected, the foreplay was over, and he was waiting to be tricked here!

"Is it a competition by cultivation level? Or a competition by age?"

"Based on age, all young people under the age of 30 will compete with each other..." The old patriarch looked slightly embarrassed.