When Yiyang woke up, he was already in his own bed.

Except for the cold middle-aged man, the rest of them were there.

He looked at them, smiled indifferently, and said, "I say, I will succeed." ”

He looked at Nangong Tong again and said softly, "Xiaomo, you can too." ”

"Hmm!" Nangong Tong nodded, and then said, "Senior brother, don't worry, Xiaomo will go to practice immediately." ”

As he spoke, he was about to leave, and by the way, he reached out to hold the frost.

However, Yiyang stopped him at the exit, "I'm happy today, I don't need to cultivate, I will be tired after a few days of rest." ”

After the words fell, Nangong Tongcai turned around, grinned, and said, "Okay, Xiaomo will go cook." ”

After speaking, he went to cook alone, Ling'er glanced at him, the two looked at each other and smiled, and then said: "I'll help, don't be impulsive in the future, you are dead, Xiaomo is not happy, Shuang'er is not happy, and the elders will also be unhappy." ”

When the words fell, he was leaving.

Yiyang stopped her and said, "Will Sister Ling'er be sad?"

Ling'er didn't look back, just left the word "will" and walked out.

As a result, Nangong Chu is left here.

Yiyang smiled happily, then glanced at Nangong Chu, and said proudly: "How is it?

Nangong Chu crooked his mouth and said, "If you abolish it, it's another story." ”

"But the master succeeded. ”

"Yes, you succeeded, it's amazing!" Listening to Yiyang's smug words, Nangong Chu looked up at the roof and said with emotion.

"That's it. ”

After a few people had eaten, Ling'er and Nangong Chu said goodbye to them, saying that they would come back when Nangong was quenched.

A few days later, the cultivation continued, and the days returned to their previous trajectory.

However, the progress of Nangong Tong's refining meridians gradually slowed down, getting slower and slower, and it seemed that it was about to be completed, but there was no progress.

In the cold winter, as promised, Yiyang made a small stove for Shuang'er, so the little girl sat by the big stone with this small stove every day to watch Yiyang and Nangong Tong practice.

It's spring, my brother has become a lot more powerful, and she can play several tricks with her brother, she is very happy, even happier than she has become stronger.

Time slipped away quietly in the numbness of the fingertips and the trembling of the arms, and before I knew it, the sun became hot and dry, and the air became dry and muggy, and I knew that in the woods of the back mountain, I cried "I know ~ I know ~", as if complaining about the heat of the weather.

This is not good, because such weather will slow down the cultivation progress of the two teenagers, but there is good news, Nangong Tong insisted on resisting a whole set of basic swordsmanship, and he was the first to praise Yiyang in the past year.

"Now you, as long as you don't encounter a monk in the Spirit Transformation Realm, there is no problem, as long as you are fast and ruthless enough, you can make any Qi Refining Realm monk feel terrified. Yiyang patted him on the shoulder, nodded and praised, looking like an adult.

"Really?" Nangong said when he heard this, expressing his excitement.

"Does Senior Brother seem to be lying to you?" Yiyang was very unhappy with his questioning, so he said angrily: "Anyway, Senior Brother is also a monk in the late stage of soul transformation, and when he completely breaks through the Mud Pill Palace and opens up the Sea of Knowledge, he will start to return to the Yuan, don't question Senior Brother so much." When you meet someone in the Qi Refining Realm, you will know that this realm is a fart at best, nothing, and your body is better, those qi can't get out of the dantian, and it's difficult to fight wild beasts. ”

He didn't understand very much, so he had to nod his head, indicating that what the senior brother said was right.

"Still don't believe it?" Yiyang also saw that he just nodded and perfunctory himself, just like an elm head, so he simply gave up: "Forget it, don't talk to you mediocre people, your father has a letter." ”

Hearing Yiyang's last words, Nangong Tong's eyes lit up, and he became interested, and couldn't wait to ask Yiyang: "When will Daddy come back?"

Yiyang looked at the east, his eyes narrowed slightly, "How many days will it be?"

"How many days later?" Nangong Tong asked, thinking about what his father had been doing for a year...... Thinking of this, I couldn't help but start worrying about Nangong Xun.

"Who knows, but the uncle said he had brought a guest. ”

"What guest?"

"I don't know. ”

"Oh. ”

......

When the scorching sun was in the sky, Shuang'er sat under the small shade pavilion built by Yiyang in the courtyard, fanning herself vigorously with a fan, and occasionally fanning the sunset who was lying on the side and sleeping with a book covering her face.

"This damn weather, it's hot to death. Yiyang threw the book aside, then looked at Nangong Tong, who was sitting cross-legged on the side, and said, "Xiaomo, add water." ”

"Oh!" Hearing this, Nangong Tong walked to the corner of the courtyard, fetched a bucket of water from the water tank, then stepped on the stool, jumped to the top of the pavilion, but the water in the bucket was only spilled slightly.

The roof has a groove, not deep, but about the size of a pavilion.

He poured the water into the groove and then jumped off the pavilion again, and the whole process went smoothly, as if he had done it a thousand times, and he was extremely skilled.

When he was done, he returned to the pavilion to continue his cultivation.

After a while, Yiyang's lazy yawn came from the pavilion...... Then, Yiyang's voice came, "Xiaomo, go to my room and bring the puppet at the head of the bed, don't forget to carve the knife." ”

"Oh. Nangong Tong finished his cultivation again, got up and walked towards Yiyang's courtyard.

He took a doll made of sandalwood from the Yiyang house, which was still a half-finished product, and was doing sword dancing movements, and the sword in his hand was already ready, it was the shadow sword, which was the wooden sword of the senior brother.

Thinking that this puppet is the senior brother himself, I am afraid that it will be given to Sister Sisi.

He came to the courtyard of his house, and was about to push the door, when suddenly he looked towards the other side of the mountain......

What would he like to see, one person, two people, or a carriage can also be ......

Will the days that Senior Brother said a few days ago be today?

He looked at it and suddenly became excited, because there was a carriage slowly driving from the middle village of Nanshan Village.

Will it be Daddy?

He withdrew his steps and the hand that pushed the door, stood on tiptoe, and looked carefully.

"Xiaomo, why is it so long?" Yiyang's voice came from the courtyard.

Nangong Tong had no choice but to retract his gaze and respond to Yiyang, "Oh, come on." ”

As he spoke, he turned away, but suddenly turned back and looked toward the carriage......

After a long time, Yiyang's voice came again, "What's the matter? You kid can't steal the green onion egg porridge made by your senior brother, right? That's for the dead fat goose, you leave some for it." ”

The voice was a little lazy, as if he was about to fall asleep.

Yiyang doesn't know when he started, he would make a bowl of steaming green onion egg porridge early in the morning, and he would also make it at noon, and he vomited several times, but he still had to do it, he said: "In case the fat goose suddenly flies out of the clouds one day, and there is just ready-made porridge to drink, then the dead fat goose will be good." ”

The voice paused for a while, and then came again, "Also, leave a small bowl alone, and bring the rest to Shuang'er, she also wants to eat it." ”

"Oh!" Nangong Tong replied again.

This is a carriage that has come to the upper village, and a middle-aged coachman is driving in front, and another middle-aged man lifts the tent and pokes his head out...... The man's temples were slightly frosty, his face was Chinese, his complexion was not very good, his lips were always chapped, and he looked like a very sick person.

"Daddy~" Nangong Tong shouted, put the doll in his arms, and ran directly from the ground in front of the courtyard, regardless of whether the senior brother's cabbage was pitiful or not.

A year ago, when he left, only Yiyang sent him to the other side of the mountain, and it was not dawn at that time, and now he is back...... A sunny day.