Chapter 230: Solve Hidden Danger
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When Shen Qingfeng returned home, his mother Yang Yajing had just finished work.
"Eh? Son, weren't you in Yanjing? How did you come back without making any noise? "
Her eyes were filled with joy as she hurriedly prepared the vegetables and meat. Tonight, she prepared dumplings to eat.
"Nothing much, I just suddenly started to miss you guys …"
"Mom, there's no need to be busy anymore. I'll be going back tomorrow. You should rest for a while!"
Shen Qingfeng carefully observed his mother's expression. He had realized in time that his illness had not taken effect, and could be cured with the help of the pill.
"Kid, how could you be so homesick after attending university …" Everything is fine at home, so you don't have to worry. "
"Just sit there. You don't need to do anything. Your dad will be back soon …"
"I have to call this damn guy. I don't know if I'll be home early after work."
"..."
Hearing his mother's familiar nagging, Shen Qingfeng revealed a gentle smile.
He finished brewing a pot of tea and placed a high level pill in it. Once the pill's power dissolved, a cup of tea would be able to solve the problem his parents had.
After a while, the door opened, and Shen Wentian who was dressed in a suit and leather shoes came back.
"Brat, why did you suddenly think of going back home? I didn't even come back during the last festival. I missed your dad so much!"
"Hahaha …"
He walked over and gave Shen Qingfeng a sturdy bear hug. After his son became proficient, his spirit had increased a hundredfold and his career had actually gone up by another level.
His physical quality was much better than Yang Yajing's, so the ball of black Qi between his brows was not very obvious.
"Aiya! Change your shoes! "Hurry up and wash your hands. After that, come over and help me. Maybe your son won't be able to eat properly in the afternoon!"
Yang Yajing immediately walked over to catch the strong man. There were just enough dishes at home, she was preparing to make a big table full of dishes.
"Dad, Mom, there's no need to rush. Drink this bowl of tea! "It's almost cold."
Shen Qingfeng brought two bowls of tea over. Since he was back, the first thing he needed to do was to resolve the hidden danger.
"Alright, your son has grown up now. I know I like drinking tea, hehe …"
After Shen Wentian and Yang Yajing finished their cup of tea, the pill power entered their bodies.
"The water is so sweet today! The Longjing tea that I drank on a business trip was not as good as this. "
After Shen Wentian finished drinking, he couldn't help but exclaim.
Come on! "The water has been sweet ever since I saw my son. Hurry up and get to work.
Yang Yajing rolled her eyes. This guy was too good at praising people, wasn't she trying to cover her own limelight?
Shen Qingfeng calmly ate a reunion dinner at home. He chatted about the interesting things that had happened in the Academy with his parents, a warm feeling that he hadn't felt in a long time.
In ancient times, there was a cultivation technique called 'Forgetfulness of Love, Forgetfulness of Love', Forgetfulness of Love, Unmoved by Emotions, Undisturbed by Emotions.
When cultivated to the peak, one could speak not a word: all living beings obey one's command, their bodies will not move, the heavens and earth will bow down.
However, he was not envious of such power. If cultivation needed to erase one's emotions, then what kind of immortal was it?
The next morning, the matter had already been resolved.
What he gave his parents was a high-level elixir. It could continuously improve their physiques and prevent them from getting sick.
After he built up his foundation, he would then consider using the broken pill s to raise their cultivation so that the two of them could at least have the power to protect themselves.
"You've only taken one day off this time?" "Why don't you stay for a few more days?"
Shen Wentian could not help but ask.
When the time for parting came, there would always be reluctance in his heart. His son would have to build a family in the future, and if he ran away, he would have even less chance to return home.
"What nonsense are you spouting? Yanjing University homework is so busy, and it's almost time for the exam. Your son has specifically asked for a day's leave to come see you, this old fogey, is it not enough? "
Yang Yajing glared at his husband. Academic knowledge was the most important thing, if his son had any future, how would he be able to go back home and do anything?
"Hehe …" "Still, be careful on the road, your mom knows a thing or two."
Shen Wentian's desire to live was strong, and he instantly changed his tone.
"Understood, I'll be leaving first."
Shen Qingfeng waved and bid farewell to his parents.
Now that his strength had increased, the enemy's strength was becoming more and more terrifying, and it was becoming more and more immoral.
His foundation was still in the east of the river after all. Whether it was Lin Feng or Xu Jing, both of them were far from being able to contend against Tribulation Stage experts.
He directly went to the airport, where the tickets were already booked. He decided to stop at the Indian, since Kunlun was attacking his family members directly.
The cultivators of this country were rather special. After all, their beliefs were unified, and most of them lived in a single Holy City.
Inside the Holy City, there were many huge sculptures which displayed different appearances and appearances, but they all displayed the same divine spirit — — the God of Annihilation.
It is said that the deity is both reproductive and destructive, creative and destructive, with all sorts of grotesque features.
Here, there were people like Singh who established their own sect, and there were also people like Kunar who rose to great heights in the Holy City, possessing a certain level of authority.
There were also many ascetic cultivators in the Holy City. They swallowed clouds and puffed out mist, and relied on smoking cannabis to get close to the gods.
On this day, a white-clothed youth stepped into the Holy City with sword in hand. With a wave of his sword, the huge sculpture collapsed with a loud rumble.
"I am Shen Qingfeng, I am here to pay my respects to the various experts!"
A loud voice spread throughout the entire Holy City, shaking many cultivators who had low cultivations until they spat out blood, fainting on the spot.
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When Shen Qingfeng returned home, his mother Yang Yajing had just finished work.
"Eh? Son, weren't you in Yanjing? How did you come back without making any noise? "
Her eyes were filled with joy as she hurriedly prepared the vegetables and meat. Tonight, she prepared dumplings to eat.
"Nothing much, I just suddenly started to miss you guys …"
"Mom, there's no need to be busy anymore. I'll be going back tomorrow. You should rest for a while!"
Shen Qingfeng carefully observed his mother's expression. He had realized in time that his illness had not taken effect, and could be cured with the help of the pill.
"Kid, how could you be so homesick after attending university …" Everything is fine at home, so you don't have to worry. "
"Just sit there. You don't need to do anything. Your dad will be back soon …"
"I have to call this damn guy. I don't know if I'll be home early after work."
"..."
Hearing his mother's familiar nagging, Shen Qingfeng revealed a gentle smile.
He finished brewing a pot of tea and placed a high level pill in it. Once the pill's power dissolved, a cup of tea would be able to solve the problem his parents had.
After a while, the door opened, and Shen Wentian who was dressed in a suit and leather shoes came back.
"Brat, why did you suddenly think of going back home? I didn't even come back during the last festival. I missed your dad so much!"
"Hahaha …"
He walked over and gave Shen Qingfeng a sturdy bear hug. After his son became proficient, his spirit had increased a hundredfold and his career had actually gone up by another level.
His physical quality was much better than Yang Yajing's, so the ball of black Qi between his brows was not very obvious.
"Aiya! Change your shoes! "Hurry up and wash your hands. After that, come over and help me. Maybe your son won't be able to eat properly in the afternoon!"
Yang Yajing immediately walked over to catch the strong man. There were just enough dishes at home, she was preparing to make a big table full of dishes.
"Dad, Mom, there's no need to rush. Drink this bowl of tea! "It's almost cold."
Shen Qingfeng brought two bowls of tea over. Since he was back, the first thing he needed to do was to resolve the hidden danger.
"Alright, your son has grown up now. I know I like drinking tea, hehe …"
After Shen Wentian and Yang Yajing finished their cup of tea, the pill power entered their bodies.
"The water is so sweet today! The Longjing tea that I drank on a business trip was not as good as this. "
After Shen Wentian finished drinking, he couldn't help but exclaim.
Come on! "The water has been sweet ever since I saw my son. Hurry up and get to work.
Yang Yajing rolled her eyes. This guy was too good at praising people, wasn't she trying to cover her own limelight?
Shen Qingfeng calmly ate a reunion dinner at home. He chatted about the interesting things that had happened in the Academy with his parents, a warm feeling that he hadn't felt in a long time.
In ancient times, there was a cultivation technique called 'Forgetfulness of Love, Forgetfulness of Love', Forgetfulness of Love, Unmoved by Emotions, Undisturbed by Emotions.
When cultivated to the peak, one could speak not a word: all living beings obey one's command, their bodies will not move, the heavens and earth will bow down.
However, he was not envious of such power. If cultivation needed to erase one's emotions, then what kind of immortal was it?
The next morning, the matter had already been resolved.
What he gave his parents was a high-level elixir. It could continuously improve their physiques and prevent them from getting sick.
After he built up his foundation, he would then consider using the broken pill s to raise their cultivation so that the two of them could at least have the power to protect themselves.
"You've only taken one day off this time?" "Why don't you stay for a few more days?"
Shen Wentian could not help but ask.
When the time for parting came, there would always be reluctance in his heart. His son would have to build a family in the future, and if he ran away, he would have even less chance to return home.
"What nonsense are you spouting? Yanjing University homework is so busy, and it's almost time for the exam. Your son has specifically asked for a day's leave to come see you, this old fogey, is it not enough? "
Yang Yajing glared at his husband. Academic knowledge was the most important thing, if his son had any future, how would he be able to go back home and do anything?
"Hehe …" "Still, be careful on the road, your mom knows a thing or two."
Shen Wentian's desire to live was strong, and he instantly changed his tone.
"Understood, I'll be leaving first."
Shen Qingfeng waved and bid farewell to his parents.
Now that his strength had increased, the enemy's strength was becoming more and more terrifying, and it was becoming more and more immoral.
His foundation was still in the east of the river after all. Whether it was Lin Feng or Xu Jing, both of them were far from being able to contend against Tribulation Stage experts.
He directly went to the airport, where the tickets were already booked. He decided to stop at the Indian, since Kunlun was attacking his family members directly.
The cultivators of this country were rather special. After all, their beliefs were unified, and most of them lived in a single Holy City.
Inside the Holy City, there were many huge sculptures which displayed different appearances and appearances, but they all displayed the same divine spirit — — the God of Annihilation.
It is said that the deity is both reproductive and destructive, creative and destructive, with all sorts of grotesque features.
Here, there were people like Singh who established their own sect, and there were also people like Kunar who rose to great heights in the Holy City, possessing a certain level of authority.
There were also many ascetic cultivators in the Holy City. They swallowed clouds and puffed out mist, and relied on smoking cannabis to get close to the gods.
On this day, a white-clothed youth stepped into the Holy City with sword in hand. With a wave of his sword, the huge sculpture collapsed with a loud rumble.
"I am Shen Qingfeng, I am here to pay my respects to the various experts!"
A loud voice spread throughout the entire Holy City, shaking many cultivators who had low cultivations until they spat out blood, fainting on the spot.
When Shen Qingfeng returned home, his mother Yang Yajing had just finished work."Eh? Son, weren't you in Yanjing? How did you come back without making any noise? "Her eyes were filled with joy as she hurriedly prepared the vegetables and meat. Tonight, she prepared dumplings to eat."Nothing much, I just suddenly started to miss you guys ""Mom, there's no need to be busy anymore. I'll be going back tomorrow. You should rest for a while!"Shen Qingfeng carefully observed his mother's expression. He had realized in time that his illness had not taken effect, and could be cured with the help of the pill."Kid, how could you be so homesick after attending university " Everything is fine at home, so you don't have to worry. ""Just sit there. You don't need to do anything. Your dad will be back soon ""I have to call this damn guy. I don't know if I'll be home early after work.""..."Hearing his mother's familiar nagging, Shen Qingfeng revealed a gentle smile.He finished brewing a pot of tea and placed a high level pill in it. Once the pill's power dissolved, a cup of tea would be able to solve the problem his parents had.After a while, the door opened, and Shen Wentian who was dressed in a suit and leather shoes came back."Brat, why did you suddenly think of going back home? I didn't even come back during the last festival. I missed your dad so much!""Hahaha "He walked over and gave Shen Qingfeng a sturdy bear hug. After his son became proficient, his spirit had increased a hundredfold and his career had actually gone up by another level.His physical quality was much better than Yang Yajing's, so the ball of black Qi between his brows was not very obvious."Aiya! Change your shoes! "Hurry up and wash your hands. After that, come over and help me. Maybe your son won't be able to eat properly in the afternoon!"Yang Yajing immediately walked over to catch the strong man. There were just enough dishes at home, she was preparing to make a big table full of dishes."Dad, Mom, there's no need to rush. Drink this bowl of tea! "It's almost cold."Shen Qingfeng brought two bowls of tea over. Since he was back, the first thing he needed to do was to resolve the hidden danger."Alright, your son has grown up now. I know I like drinking tea, hehe "After Shen Wentian and Yang Yajing finished their cup of tea, the pill power entered their bodies."The water is so sweet today! The Longjing tea that I drank on a business trip was not as good as this. "After Shen Wentian finished drinking, he couldn't help but exclaim.Come on! "The water has been sweet ever since I saw my son. Hurry up and get to work.Yang Yajing rolled her eyes. This guy was too good at praising people, wasn't she trying to cover her own limelight?Shen Qingfeng calmly ate a reunion dinner at home. He chatted about the interesting things that had happened in the Academy with his parents, a warm feeling that he hadn't felt in a long time.In ancient times, there was a cultivation technique called 'Forgetfulness of Love, Forgetfulness of Love', Forgetfulness of Love, Unmoved by Emotions, Undisturbed by Emotions.When cultivated to the peak, one could speak not a word: all living beings obey one's command, their bodies will not move, the heavens and earth will bow down.However, he was not envious of such power. If cultivation needed to erase one's emotions, then what kind of immortal was it?The next morning, the matter had already been resolved.What he gave his parents was a high-level elixir. It could continuously improve their physiques and prevent them from getting sick.After he built up his foundation, he would then consider using the broken pill s to raise their cultivation so that the two of them could at least have the power to protect themselves."You've only taken one day off this time?" "Why don't you stay for a few more days?"Shen Wentian could not help but ask.When the time for parting came, there would always be reluctance in his heart. His son would have to build a family in the future, and if he ran away, he would have even less chance to return home."What nonsense are you spouting? Yanjing University homework is so busy, and it's almost time for the exam. Your son has specifically asked for a day's leave to come see you, this old fogey, is it not enough? "Yang Yajing glared at his husband. Academic knowledge was the most important thing, if his son had any future, how would he be able to go back home and do anything?"Hehe " "Still, be careful on the road, your mom knows a thing or two."Shen Wentian's desire to live was strong, and he instantly changed his tone."Understood, I'll be leaving first."Shen Qingfeng waved and bid farewell to his parents.Now that his strength had increased, the enemy's strength was becoming more and more terrifying, and it was becoming more and more immoral.His foundation was still in the east of the river after all. Whether it was Lin Feng or Xu Jing, both of them were far from being able to contend against Tribulation Stage experts.He directly went to the airport, where the tickets were already booked. He decided to stop at the Indian, since Kunlun was attacking his family members directly.The cultivators of this country were rather special. After all, their beliefs were unified, and most of them lived in a single Holy City.Inside the Holy City, there were many huge sculptures which displayed different appearances and appearances, but they all displayed the same divine spirit the God of Annihilation.It is said that the deity is both reproductive and destructive, creative and destructive, with all sorts of grotesque features.Here, there were people like Singh who established their own sect, and there were also people like Kunar who rose to great heights in the Holy City, possessing a certain level of authority.There were also many ascetic cultivators in the Holy City. They swallowed clouds and puffed out mist, and relied on smoking cannabis to get close to the gods.On this day, a white-clothed youth stepped into the Holy City with sword in hand. With a wave of his sword, the huge sculpture collapsed with a loud rumble."I am Shen Qingfeng, I am here to pay my respects to the various experts!"A loud voice spread throughout the entire Holy City, shaking many cultivators who had low cultivations until they spat out blood, fainting on the spot.
