Sitting on Ye Qingyu's Maserati, Ye Qingyu started, and with a gentle roar of the engine, the vehicle started and drove towards Ye Feng's house.

When the car arrived at the community before the night breeze said, Ye Qingyu said goodbye and left.

On the road, people came and went, Ye Qingyu raised a small saucer and stared. Seriously, she has already felt the magic of this small dish, and the magic of aura entering the body is shown at this moment.

Ye Qingyu only felt comfortable all over his body, and faintly even the internal strength in his body was running a lot faster.

Although he didn't know what the reason was, Ye Qingyu definitely knew that this was the reason for the small saucer.

Taking a red thread and putting it on his chest, Ye Qingyu's cold gaze was slightly blurred.

What exactly is the origin of the night wind?

He still pursued himself some time ago, and at that time, the night breeze seemed to Ye Qingyu to be just an ordinary person who couldn't be more ordinary, and even many Chen Le came forward to help solve it when he was in trouble with her.

But why, the current night breeze itself is a little incomprehensible?

couldn't help but become cold and arrogant, and he had no interest in himself at all, as if he had become a saint overnight, and what made Ye Qingyu even more confused was that

He had previously disdained the magic weapon, the top of the clouds, and the hundred-year-old elixir, which countless powerful people couldn't ask for, as if they were garbage everywhere on the roadside!

Extremely proud!

This feeling is really reflected in Ye Qingyu's body of the night wind!

Shaking her head, Ye Qingyu continued to drive home, she had to use it for her grandfather to see if she could heal the injuries left many years ago.

Answer: It was already more than four o'clock in the afternoon at home, and the night breeze hadn't eaten yet, but he didn't feel hungry in his stomach, and when he reached the low level of qi training, he had already been able to do it for more than ten days through the secret method.

Putting down the medicine bag, Night Wind went downstairs and made a few wooden needles out of wood before coming up again.

In the bedroom, he closed his eyes and meditated, but what Night Wind was thinking about was the man he met in the medicinal herb market today.

The small dish night wind is not to be seen, but what interests him is the man who sells the small saucer.

The man looked mediocre, but his strength was above the grandmaster, and in a single round of strength, Yefeng estimated that he should be able to defeat a low-level Qi cultivator, and a low-level Qi cultivator should correspond to the Grandmaster in the martial arts.

Of course, in terms of the background of the Night Wind Emperor, the low-level Qi cultivation of the same level is just a local chicken and a dog.

However, what made Night Wind find it interesting was that since that man had the strength to surpass the grandmaster, it would not be an exaggeration to say that he was pushing a province sideways, so why would he set up a stall here to sell these magic weapons?

It is not believed that it is an accidental night wind, but after all, there are some cause and effect relationships in the world, and even the emperor cannot avoid it.

Xiaoxiao didn't take it to heart.

The aura of heaven and earth on the earth is weak, and the aura of heaven and earth that was absorbed by himself before has not yet recovered, and the night wind has to close his eyes and recuperate.

Time passed, and at seven o'clock in the evening, when it was dark outside, the night rain came home covered in stinky sweat.

There was no time to take a bath, so Ye Yuming carried the ingredients into the kitchen to make dinner for Ye Feng.

It's okay to sweat a little hard, but your son can't go hungry.

Looking at the night breeze of the night rain and brightness, he didn't say anything, but felt a long-lost warmth.

The meal ended in the conversation between father and son, and in the gap between Ye Yuming's baths, Ye Feng boiled the medicine and put it on the table and waited for Ye Yuming to come out.

After a short time, the night rain came out brightly, and he couldn't help but be stunned when he looked at the boiled medicine on the table and the night breeze that was waiting for him.

"Xiaofeng, what are you doing, are you sick?"

Wearing a shirt, Ye Yuming asked with concern.

Laughing, Night Wind Road:

"It's not for me, it's for you. ”

"What did I eat?"

Hearing this, Ye Yuming couldn't react a little. I'm not sick.

Seeing Ye Yuming's puzzled expression, Ye Feng smiled:

"Dad, this medicine is for you to eat. ”

"I recently met an old Chinese medicine practitioner who said that I had a talent for studying medicine, so he taught me a little bit. ”

Yefeng didn't dare to say that he was the emperor in his previous life, and it was not easy to cure this little illness.

Ye Yuming smiled and nodded when he heard this.

My son has grown up recently, and he doesn't soak in Internet cafes every day like before, and he will care about his father.

After listening to the command of the night breeze and drinking the traditional Chinese medicine, Ye Yuming lay on the sofa, ready to receive the acupuncture of the night wind.

Seeing that Ye Yuming was ready, Ye Feng nodded, took out the wooden needle from his bedroom, sat down, applied the needle, and then poured the aura into it.

Suddenly, the dead blood that had accumulated for more than ten years was driven by the aura, flowing down the blood to the mouth and nose.

Burst!

Ye Yuming couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, and the blood was sprinkled on the floor, with a stench, black color.

A mouthful of blood spit out, Ye Yuming only felt that the breath that he had been stassing for more than ten years was sent, and his whole body seemed to be younger for more than ten years.

Glancing at the night wind in surprise, the night rain was a little incredulous.

It's only been a long time? It's less than five minutes, right? And the whole process is smooth and smooth, without the slightest delay, as if it is an old Chinese medicine practitioner who has been practicing medicine for decades, giving people an inexplicable sense of reliability.

Xiaoxiao didn't speak, Ye Feng used aura to comb Ye Yuming's body again, and after dealing with the dark diseases caused by years of manual labor, he said to Ye Yuming:

"Dad, you come down and take two steps. ”

Hearing the words of the night wind, Ye Yuming got off the sofa and took two steps.

At first, Ye Yuming was not fluent in walking, and he was still limping, but as time went by, Ye Yuming was surprised to find that he was able to walk normally!

With his steps, Ye Yuming became familiar with the feeling of normal walking, and the joy in his heart was full of words.

"Xiaofeng, your medical skills are good!"

"I'll be able to go now!"

Ye Yuming said excitedly to the night wind.

Night Wind just smiled and didn't say anything.

Over the years, his father has sought medical treatment everywhere, and even tried some home remedies, but his leg injury has not healed, and he has even been sealed in the coffin and concluded that he can only do this in the next life.

No one can share such a depression, Ye Yuming can only bear it alone, and right now, Ye Feng is just a simple medicine, acupuncture and moxibustion, can you not be excited?

Ye Yuming smiled, sighed at the subtlety of Ye Feng's medical skills, and even fantasized that if Ye Feng continued to follow the so-called old Chinese medicine doctor, and then relied on his medical skills little by little, he would be able to see Xiao Ying again?

But the Li family...

Thinking of it, Ye Yuming couldn't help but shudder, and the joy in his heart disappeared suddenly, and what came back was the incomparable despair.

Watching Ye Yuming's expression change, Ye Feng didn't say anything, just said good night and went back to the bedroom, leaving Ye Yuming alone there with joy and sorrow.

Glancing at the hundred-year-old ginseng on the table, Night Breeze casually threw it into a drawer, and then began to meditate.

In the depths of his soul, the Night Wind Emperor's soul suddenly opened his eyes, the chaotic mist around him was filled, and among the white clothes fluttering, Night Wind looked up at the small millstone above the spiritual sea.

At this time, the small grinding disc is still the same as before, and the Linghai below is the same, ninety-nine zhang, only three zhang is full, and the entire Linghai world looks empty.

There was a slight helplessness in his heart, in the absence of resources, Night Wind really didn't know how to continue the next steps,

Build the Daoless Emperor Peak!

Wudao Emperor Peak is an indispensable step in the Night Wind Wudao Casting God, without this step, maybe he can still reach the top of the immortal realm, proud of the nine heavens and ten earths, and the crown of eternity, but it is only limited to this.

Since Night Wind has been reborn in this life, it must transcend the previous life and enter the Ancient Immortal Realm!

It's a pity that after the night wind in the previous life became the emperor, he held countless resources, and the emperor medicine elixir was smashed down, and the Daoless Chaos Decision was only cultivated to the end of a few years, and now, it is really difficult for some clever women to cook without rice.

We have to carve out a great array of spirits as soon as possible.

The night breeze sighed slightly.

Early the next morning, as soon as the night breeze ended from the state of meditation, Ye Qingyu called.

"Night Breeze, are you at home?

Listening to Ye Qingyu's anxious voice, Yefeng simply replied and hung up the phone when he knew.

Out of the bedroom door, Ye Yuming was busy with breakfast, and when he saw the night breeze coming out, he called the night breeze and so on, and then went out after breakfast.

Nodding, after washing up, Night Breeze sat down at the table, not caring at all about the so-called family assembly.

No matter how important your family conference is, it is important to have the breakfast that my father made for me? Don't say anything about the family conference, it is the banquet of the emperor once in 100,000 years in the fairy world, compared to the breakfast made by his father, the night breeze must also turn around and leave.

The value in the heart is different, only those who have lost know the preciousness of what they have.

Breakfast is very simple, a cup of soy milk and a noodle soup, but it is so simple that the night breeze eats with relish, so that Ye Yuming thinks that his skills have become a lot better.

I was eating, and suddenly the phone on the table rang again.

Ye Yuming glanced at it.

Yo, girls.

His eyebrows furrowed slightly, and the night breeze answered the phone impatiently.

"What's the matter?"

"I've come to your community, what about you?"

"Eat. ”

As he spoke, Night Breeze hung up the phone coldly.

This woman really affects the mood.

Outside the community, Ye Qingyu listened to the sound of the mobile phone hanging up, and stomped his feet angrily, almost twisting his feet.

"I..."

Ye Qingyu rubbed his feet in high heels, and his cold cheeks, which were originally unapproachable, were full of anger at this time.

"Dead night wind, stinky night wind, every day you know that you play temper with me, I have to take revenge one day. ”

Ye Qingyu rubbed his little feet, and his eyes were a little red at this time.

I don't know why, every time she faces the night wind's face that is colder than herself and proud, she feels inexplicably angry, as if this guy was born to make herself angry.

Putting down his feet, Ye Qingyu walked towards the community angrily.

On the table, Ye Yuming looked at his son and hung up Ye Qingyu's phone with obvious impatience, and then continued to eat noodles with his head down, only feeling that his cooking skills must now be at the level of a seven-star hotel.

How else can you explain it?

When he was young, he was also a master of love, otherwise how could Night Wind's mother be with a poor college student like herself. But in his own son, Ye Yuming didn't see this at all.

"Xiaofeng, can't you hang up other people's phones like this?"

Ye Yuming asked tentatively.

"Why don't I call her over for breakfast and then leave?" Ye Yuming is very confident in his breakfast, very confident, otherwise his son can eat like this?

Looking up at Ye Yuming, Night Wind said casually:

"Whatever you want, Dad, he should be not far downstairs. ”