Ever since he found out that he was Fa Hai who met a miserable end in The Legend of White Snake, Lin Hai has been thinking about how to avoid his sad fate in the original work.

It may also be that he thinks too much, which makes him a little bit conceited, tnnd, it’s really not worth the gain. Don’t scare yourself in the future!

Lin Hai kept knocking on the door and froze in place, feeling the urge to run back to the edge of the West Lake to see the girl again. However, before he could put down the copper ring, the door of Lin's mansion suddenly opened.

"Master? Are you back from practicing outside? That's great. I'm planning to go to the West Lake to see you tomorrow!"

The concierge Shou Bo saw Lin Hai standing still and asked in confusion:

"Why haven't you come over now that we're at your doorstep? Come on, come on, I was talking about you just now!"

Lin Hai was pulled into the door affectionately by Shou Bo. When he mentioned his father, Lin Qinghe, Lin Hai felt warm in his heart. He didn't know whether it was his original attachment to his biological father or the respect that Lin Hai had accumulated since getting along with him. Maybe the two of them

Let’s do both.

When he saw his father Lin Qinghe, he was having lunch. He saw that the long table was filled with many exquisite dishes, but Lin Qinghe was the only one eating. Lin Hai felt sour for some reason and blurted out:

:

"Father, it's time for you to find a companion."

The atmosphere in the hall fell silent, and Lin Hai secretly said something wrong. Although Lin Qinghe doted on his only son, he also had high hopes for him. The etiquette and rules in the family were very rigid, so Lin Hai's words were somewhat inappropriate.

Unexpectedly, Lin Qinghe did not get angry, but simply said: "I have been here for so many years, it doesn't matter anymore."

As the saying goes, too much talk leads to mistakes. This time, Lin Qinghe was not offended. He was lucky and did not dare to say anything more.

It is said that a father's love is as strong as a mountain, and this is especially true for Lin Qinghe. The husband and wife reunited after a long separation. At first sight, they didn't even talk much. Lin Qinghe's expression was even more indifferent, and he just asked a servant to bring a pair of bowls and chopsticks.

Halfway through the meal, Lin Qinghe, who had always strictly followed the rule of not talking during eating or sleeping, suddenly looked at Lin Hai and said for the first time: "I've lost weight."

I don't know if it was the original person who was causing trouble, but when Lin Hai heard these two words, he felt like bursting into tears, and he hurriedly grabbed rice to cover it up.

Lin Qinghe, who noticed his son's strangeness, smiled slightly, and the father and son returned to silence, but there was a bit more warmth in the silence.

After the food was removed, the servants respectfully began to serve new tea. The Qian Dynasty had a profound study of the tea ceremony, and many dignitaries were keen on it. In Lin Hai's opinion, it was simply the ancient version of golf.

A father and a son just drank new tea and talked about their family affairs.

"I heard that you have a master in West Lake. Take me to Zhangzhangyan tomorrow to see what kind of master you are!"

Tsk tsk, look at what he said, it was like he didn't believe that Lin Hai could find an expert to be his disciple, and he directly regarded Du Zhen as a charlatan.

Lin Hai did not argue with this. He was a down-to-earth person who liked to speak with practical actions. He immediately put his palms on the solid wood table. With the blood pumping, he jerked the big tendons of his arms and exerted force, leaving a deep palm print.

It was printed on it silently.

Lin Hai immediately felt proud of himself for showing off his hand like this. Just when he grinned and wanted to smile, he saw Lin Qinghe say three words to him expressionlessly:

"Rosewood!"

"Yes...I'm sorry...!"

Lin Hai was always intimidated when faced with his father's aura, and now he was no longer proud at all, so he apologized with a low eyebrow.

Lin Qinghe didn't speak for a long time, but suddenly reached out and touched the palm print made by his son, and coldly snorted:

"He is quite capable, so I have to pay him a visit."

Lin Hai was clearly aware of the subtle changes in wording from the palm of his hand to the visit. His father was agreeing to his apprenticeship. Based on his family background, whether his father supported or not was directly related to the efficiency of his practice.

Lin Hai was striking while the iron was hot, as if he wanted to tell the story about the chalcedony, so that he could gain inspiration from it and speed up his practice after his innateness. But who knew that as soon as Lin Hai mentioned this, Lin Qinghe stopped.

The old Lin family relied on this to make their fortune. Now, whether it is the mineral veins or the few boxes of jade materials in the inventory, they are the ancestors' last resort to prevent future generations from unexpected events, and they exist like real estate.

Lin Qinghe was very open-minded in other matters, but this matter seemed to be the opposite of him, making him anxious whenever he mentioned it.

You want to use the future of your family as your cultivation resource? Impossible!

Seeing this, Lin Hai stopped mentioning it. Anyway, now he only has the peak acquired state. He can't use chalcedony on his own, because the innate spiritual energy in chalcedony needs the practitioner's qi to draw it into the human body. The acquired energy cannot be transferred to the human body.

Most of the peak essence is in Qi and blood, and there is absolutely nothing you can do about it.

The next day, Lin Qinghe prepared numerous greeting gifts, transferred a boat in the West Lake and went to see Monk Duzhen.

Lin Hai was naturally dragged along. On the way, he found that his father Lin Qinghe seemed to be in poor spirits until Xiao An told him that the lights in the Lin family ancestral hall were brightly lit last night and remained on all night.

"Xiao An, am I wrong?"

Looking at Lin Qinghe's old back, Lin Hai felt very uncomfortable. Hearing this, Xiao An shook his head: "Young Master is right to want to practice, and Master Gu Zuxun is not wrong either!"

After the boat arrived at the shore, Lin Qinghe and a group of servants carried gifts and formally arrived at Jinshan Temple. He was a big businessman who traveled all over the country and was the most expert in dealing with people. After a while, he began to call Du Zhen brothers.

As for what the two people said specifically, Lin Hai, as a junior, didn't hear it very clearly outside. It must be related to his future!

This meeting lasted until dusk, when Lin Qinghe and Monk Duzhen said goodbye. Lin Qinghe stood on the bow of the boat and looked at the vast lake in the distance, with a tired look in his eyes:

"Ah Hai, have you ever thought about your future?"

Lin Hai had naturally thought about this, but he was afraid of offending his old-fashioned father by becoming an immortal and making him feel like he was daydreaming, so he remained silent.

"In the past, your father wouldn't stop you from doing anything you wanted to do, because the Lin family had the capital to let you run wild, but now that you have grown up and are no longer a naughty kid, it's time to think about your future. Then

Master Duzhen is indeed an eminent monk, so your practicing father doesn’t object, but..."

Lin Qinghe paused and sighed: "Dad is getting older. In recent years, it has become increasingly difficult to take care of the business. So if you don't hate doing business so much, I wonder if you would like to take the time to help while practicing.

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Chapter completed!