Medicinal Immortal

"Patriarch, eldest lady, these are all children of the same age in the family, and they usually practice together in the family." The elder on the side said to the two, roughly speaking about the situation of these children.

Tang Xiao didn't speak, but nodded occasionally.

Tangning took a closer look and saw that the strengths of the young girls were about the same, but they were actually very uneven. Some were short and weak, but their opponents were one or two years older than him, and one head taller. Youngsters, although the martial arts they practiced are the same, but what everyone masters is different.

One group after another group of children were in the martial arts training ground, and the winning ones were filled with triumphant smiles, and the losing ones were downcast or unwilling to stand aside.

After watching these few games, she also saw some signs. It is said that the selected children are selected for cultivation, but these people in the family have probably been arranged long ago!

This kind of competition is nothing to see, so she sees it as lack of interest.

She saw the signs, and Tang Xiao naturally saw the problem. However, he did not speak, just took a sip of the tea on the side table.

Although the Tang family is a big family, it is divided into lines. Each line wants to cultivate its own children. This is normal, but this way, those talented children will be buried.

Seeing the end of the competition, the elders glanced at each other, then looked at Tang Xiao, and said, "Patriarch, look..." Tang Xiao interrupted before finishing the words.

"Ning'er, just take care of this, and Daddy will go back and rest first." He stood up, and the youth behind him immediately stepped forward to support him.

"Okay, don't worry, Patriarch, the eldest here is the same, we will help her arrange." Several elders said with a smile.

Tang Xiao glanced at them and said, "Everything follows Ning'er's arrangements, and there is no need to ask what I mean anymore. Whatever she says, just do."

"Yes." Several people smiled, thinking of the benefits given to them by the people of the past two days, and looking at the results of today's discussion, they were unsatisfied in their hearts.

Seeing the joyful smiles on their faces, Tang Xiao didn't say much, just looked at the daughter on the side and asked, "Ning'er, is it all right?"

"Daddy, don't worry, just leave it to me here, there will be no problem." She said with a smile.

"Okay." Tang Xiao nodded, and Qingzhi helped him to leave.

Those children in the martial arts training ground who had already decided the victory and defeat, as well as some parents with poor collateral connections, saw that the Patriarch had gone, all of them showed disappointment, and sighed in their hearts.

"Let's go! Go back." A middle-aged man touched his son's head, looked at the corner of his swollen eye, and asked: "Does it hurt?"

The twelve-year-old boy pursed his lips, stood still, just clenched his fists tightly, with tears in his eyes, but said: "It doesn't hurt!"

He was just uncomfortable. He thought he could get a fair competition. He wanted to fight with all his strength and win the chance of being picked, which would make his parents proud, but he had no chance at all.

"Go back! Go back, dad ask your mother to cook two hot eggs to help you apply it." The middle-aged man said, holding his arm around his shoulder and then leaving, but a crisp voice came.