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008 Door-knocking Shaming

It was also Qianlong Lee and his father had some people in Lee's family who had joined the Seven Heavens, so he never went too far.

"You slow down, kid, and help Uncle Sam get there." Qianlong Lee His father turned to Qianlong Lee's mother, his tone filled with disdain for the three uncles.

Qianlong Lee's mother heard the deep meaning, but she hurried forward and helped her trembling uncle to the banquet.

When he saw the old man leave, Qianlong Lee's father whispered to Qianlong Lee, "The old man, he didn't like your father, the co-leader kicked me out of the family, now he sees the boy you've made a success of, and he's come to congratulate you, the old man, he's always been such a snob."

At that moment another carriage came running, stopped at the gate of the stockade, and out stepped a hale and hearty man in his fifties.

The old man was flushed, well dressed, and obviously rich. The older man looked at Qianlong Lee's father with a sneer on his face and said, "Congratulations, Second Brother."

Father Qianlong Lee had a complicated look on his face and after a long moment said, "Big Brother..."

The older man glanced at Qianlong Lee and sneered, "Second brother, this is your boy, I didn't expect him to join the Seven Heavens."

Father Qianlong Lee raised an eyebrow, then gleefully said, "There is nothing good about this boy, just a little cleverness, and it was his creation to join the Seven Heavens this time."

The older man, Qianlong Lee's great-uncle, smiled and said, "My son is also returning today, he is a contracted level network writer for Seven Hallows and is valued by one of the elders of Seven Hallows Inner Gate."

Just then, a whoosh came from far away, and a spirit boat-like flying device roared from far away.

Flying Mana can help network writers fly in the air below the landing zone, but network writers who sign up for the zone generally do not have flying mana at all. Because flying magic is too expensive for the average web writer to afford.

The flying mana, unlike the others, had little attack power. But it can be flown by users, and is a great way for many web writers who have signed up to it to travel.

As long as you have enough mana in you, you can use the flying mana to cross mountains and rivers.

Because of the special features of flying mana, it is also very expensive to sell, at the top of the low order mana. That's a lot more expensive than attacking or defensive mana!

From a distance, a proud looking young man appeared to be standing on top of the spirit boat-shaped flying mana.

"Those below, don't move fast enough." The haughty voice came slowly, and with a wave of the proud young man's hand, a blustery wind swept in, knocking Qianlong Lee's father to the ground with a gust of sand.

But Qianlong Lee's great-uncle, who was standing nearby, was unaffected, apparently by the young man's intent.

The sudden gust of wind must have been some kind of magical spell. Qianlong Lee was surprised that Si Hao didn't notice the strangeness of the blue-tinted smoke hiding in the blustery wind.

And Qianlong Lee's father was accidentally knocked to the ground by a gust of wind and accidentally inhaled a lot of blustery smoke. Qianlong Lee saw his father fall and rushed to his father's aid, brushing the sand off him.

Qianlong Lee His father is still wearing the same clothes he wore three years ago, when Qianlong Lee didn't send any silver. But Mom and Dad never said anything, just kept telling Qianlong Lee not to work too hard.

In fact, Qianlong Lee, as a public level network writer, often can not even eat, and where will be sent home two silver.

Qianlong Lee's heart ached again at the thought. He couldn't imagine how his parents would react if they knew where they were.

Then the Flying Magic landed slowly, and from the Flying Magic stepped a young man of sixteen and seventeen, a handsome young man with a starry sword brow and a face like jade.

But there was an unutterable malice in his expression, and he looked quietly at Qianlong Lee and his father with disdain in his eyes.

Qianlong Lee's father glowered, knowing that Haotian Lee's father, his big brother, had directed his son to do this on purpose.

But next to him, Qianlong Lee bowed his head deeply, afraid he would be recognized and reveal what he was now.

Qianlong Lee's great-uncle changed his face and pretended to drink to his son, "Son, how rude. This is your second uncle."

With that, he turned to Qianlong Lee's father and said, "Second Brother, my child has just learned a few small spells from the Elder of the Upper Shelf of the Seven Hivens, and is not quite able to use them flexibly."

There was nothing apologetic in that tone, it was obvious it was bragging, Qianlong Lee his father's face white, fists clenched.

Seeing Qianlong Lee's father turn pale, Qianlong Lee's great-uncle showed no sign of stopping. "My son is very promising," he continued. "Not only did he get an early signing from Qianlong Wen Chong, but he was also valued by the elders of Qianlong as a disciple."

Qianlong Lee stole a glance at the man in front of him, and the sight of the young man in front of him felt familiar.

Wasn't this Haotian Lee, who had been accepted as a disciple a few days earlier by an Elder Wen Zong, who was said to be so talented that within a year of his initiation, he had perfected the art of signing up for the Nine.

Qianlong Lee's father, of course, could hear the meaning in Big Brother's voice and snorted coldly.

Qianlong Lee's father spoke again, "Your son can be taken in as a disciple by the elders, my son is not a bad mix in Qianwen Zong, and the elders of Qianwen Zong say they want to take my son as a disciple of Shun Zong!"

At this, Haotian Lee, who was standing by, snorted as if he didn't care about Qianlong Lee's father.

He said scornfully, "You are the second uncle, I advise you not to think better of it, the qualifications of this study network writers together with one in a million is similar, this stupid boy can not compare with me, I am the seven Hei Wen living in the realm of the elders of the closed door disciple, can he?

I am a high level of contract network writer, enjoy the strong cultivation of Wen Zong. And he is just a public trash, can he compare with me, who can only do a daily chore of fetching water and chopping wood! "

Haotian Lee looked proud of himself and said, "My gift, that's natural. My master said that within ten years, I will have a chance to be the best writer in the Seven Worlds Network. And your son is nothing but a public internet writer carrying water and chopping wood! He doesn't even deserve shoes for Master Ben!"

Haotian Lee's father smacked his son on the shoulder and joked, "Haotian, you will be the strong writer of Wenzong. We finally have an online writer in the Lee family. Ha ha. It looks like my Lee family will be revitalized!"

At that, Qianlong Lee suddenly felt bad, that things were about to get worse.

Qianlong Lee was silent, and he couldn't imagine his parents' reaction when they found out.

At Haotian Lee's words, Qianlong Lee's father's expression wilted. He couldn't believe what he was being told, he kept looking at his own child for a negative answer from Qianlong Lee, but he could see a hint of shame on Qianlong Lee's face.

Qianlong Lee His father shuddered inwardly, a bad feeling rising.

"Qianlong, is he telling the truth?" Qianlong Lee's mother, next to him, asked expectantly.

Door-knocking Shaming