Although Situ Jing didn't understand a little, Feng Qian seemed to have become a little wrong since she was resurrected, but she didn't care too much, for her, Feng Qian's happiness was the most important thing.

"Okay, then Mother will explain it to you in detail. Situ Jing's face was calm, but there was too much sourness in his heart.

"One night twelve years ago, that night, lightning thunder and heavy rain poured, it was that day that I gave birth to you......"

Situ Jing's voice was very flat, but with a thick sourness and helplessness, as if it was a sad melody, sounding in the silent bedroom.

The reception hall of Situ Mansion, where almost all the people of the Situ family gathered at this time.

Tonight, Situ Mansion held a banquet to celebrate Feng Qian, saying that it was a big banquet, but in fact, it was just Situ's family eating by himself.

Although Feng Qian was resurrected, his physique was there, and he would still die in two months, and at that time, he would not have such good luck to survive, if he could still survive at that time, then this physique would not be so terrible.

Therefore, Feng Yuanchen strictly ordered that this matter should not be publicized to the outside world, and the banquet was only attended by people from the Situ family, and no outsiders were invited to participate.

Due to physical reasons, Feng Qian, the party to the banquet, was not present, and the others ate and drank, and it was a lively and lively matter.

The banquet ended early, Feng Yuanchen and Situ Yunlong came to Feng Qian's house together, the two originally wanted to go to see Feng Qian and accompany Feng Qian, but when they heard Situ Jing telling Feng Qian a story, they didn't go in to disturb, the two left quietly and came to Situ Yunlong's study.

Situ Yunlong sat down and said, "Yuanchen, you also sit." ”

"Yes, father. Feng Yuanchen saluted when he heard this, and then sat on the chair.

"Yuanchen! It is a great joy that Qian'er can survive this time, but in two months, there will be no such good thing, let's look at it! You are talented, and you have the hope of breaking through to the innate realm. ”

"Qian'er's fate is already sealed, it is a great fortune to live to be twelve years old, you can only heal Jing'er by becoming an innate spirit, do you understand what I mean?"

In their opinion, Feng Qian is destined to die, Feng Yuanchen's cultivation has reached the innate level, and he can indeed use the double cultivation secret method with Situ Jing to repair her body, and she can still have children in the future.

"I understand, but, father, how can the elixir be so easy to obtain. Feng Yuanchen shook his head, he was actually already at the peak of the late stage, but he didn't have the spirit pill and couldn't be promoted to innate.

"It's hard to get, but this is the only chance, and you don't want to take it again, if you can't be promoted to the congenital, our father and son will really be the last one. Situ Yunlong sighed.

Feng Yuanchen also knew Situ Yunlong's mood, but the spirit pill was a three-grade elixir, and it was extremely difficult to refine, and the third-grade alchemist might not be able to refine it, but the fourth-grade alchemy master could easily refine it, but where to find the fourth-grade alchemy master, you must know how rare the alchemist is, and even if he found it, he didn't have any medicinal materials to refine it, not to mention, the price of inviting someone to refine the pill was also very high, and it was okay for him to ask an alchemist, and it was impossible for an alchemy master above the fourth grade.

"Father, in fact, I am already at the peak of the day after tomorrow, and I am only one step away from being congenital, but I have never had the opportunity to get the elixir, so I ....... Feng Yuanchen said his true realm in order to widen Situ Yunlong's heart.

All this time, he has never told others, nor has he shown it in front of others, outsiders only know that he was the early stage of the day after tomorrow ten years ago, and now it is only the middle of the day after tomorrow at most.

"What, you're at the top of your day. After Situ Yunlong was taken aback, he suddenly laughed, he knew that Feng Yuanchen would not joke with him.

"Okay, okay, Yuanchen, you let me see. ”

Feng Yuanchen unreservedly released the realm of strength according to his words, Situ Yunlong was a master of the late stage of the day after tomorrow, and immediately felt an aura stronger than himself, knowing that Feng Yuanchen was indeed the peak of the day after tomorrow.

Situ Yunlongton was overjoyed and said: "Yuan Chen, this is what I got by accident when I was out when I was young, and now I give it to you, I believe it can be exchanged for some spirit elixir!"

Situ Yunlong said, handing Feng Yuanchen a piece of jet-black metal ore.

"Deep Sea Gold Essence. Feng Yuanchen's eyes widened and he lost his voice.

He had seen the Deep Sea Gold Essence in a book, the Deep Sea Gold Essence was a fifth-level superb refining material, extremely precious, many times more precious than the Spirit Pill, and now that his father took it out, how could he not be surprised.

"That's right, it's the Deep Sea Gold Essence, it's a pity that I haven't been able to use it for so many years, and I don't dare to sell it, and now I can't care so much about it for you to be promoted to the innate level. Situ Yunlong said.

Feng Yuanchen took the deep sea golden essence and said, "Okay, that kid will take it, and if you have the opportunity, you can use it to exchange it for a large amount of spirit pills, and in the future, our Situ family will definitely be several times or even dozens of times stronger." ”

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night, Qianfeng listened carefully, a table of delicacies, mother and son did not eat much.

Qianfeng wanted to eat but couldn't eat, he was speechless to the extreme, even chewing rice was so difficult, that throat was not much thicker than twine, and the meal that was finally chewed couldn't be swallowed at all, and finally Qianfeng had to drink some soup and go down, barely hanging on to his life.

The night was already deep, and Situ Jing's voice still echoed in Qianfeng's bedroom.

One night and one day later, Situ Jing told Feng Qian's bits and pieces in the past twelve years. "Qian'er, that's it, what else do you want to hear?" Mother continues to tell you. ”

Situ Jing thought that Feng Qian wanted to hear the story, and wanted to continue to tell Feng Qian other stories?

Qianfeng was a little moved in his heart, and hurriedly said, "No need, mother, go and rest, I want to sleep for a while." ”

Qianfeng learned a lot from Situ Jing's story, and he needed to digest it well.

Situ Jing didn't say anything, Fu Fengqian slept well, covered him with a quilt, and then turned around and walked out.

Qianfeng lay on the bed, full of thoughts.

This is not an ancient society, nor is it on the earth, but a world that is many times larger than the earth, a wonderful world that can be cultivated, and the name of the former owner of this body is exactly the opposite of his own name, he is a thousand winds, and he is called Feng Qian.

"Alas, since I use this body now, and his name is similar to mine, and I will use this name in the future, then I will use this Feng Qian's name now, Feng Qian, Qian Feng...... No wonder they call me Qian'er, that's what happened. Feng Qian thought to himself.

After listening to the story told by his mother, Feng Qian was a little envious and jealous of this guy, no matter what, he had so many relatives who loved him and loved him. "What a bastard, what are you thinking about, now that I'm him, what are you complaining about?" Feng Qian scolded to himself.

Feng Qian decided that he would have to find some books on cultivation another day, although the people here were not immortal cultivators, the things they cultivated should be no worse than the cultivators in their fantasies, or maybe the people here were also another faction of cultivators.

Feng Qian also knew that this world was called the Ziqi Continent, and there were hundreds of millions of people on the Ziqi Continent, and the vast majority of them were cultivators.

Cultivators also have many sub-professions, such as alchemists who can refine pills, alchemists who can refine weapons and armor, formation mages who can arrange formations to trap people and kill people, and talismans who can make talismans to attack, defend, and escape...... Wait, these sub-professional cultivators are very mixed in the Ziqi Continent, they are also very rich, and they have a lot of friends, generally no one will offend an alchemist or refiner, but Feng Qian also knows who can become an alchemist.

Feng Qian suddenly remembered an important thing, and almost forgot it.

Although I don't have cancer, my current 'Heavenly Death Physique' is no more painful than cancer, and the most important thing is that I may actually die in two months.

This time, 'Feng Qian' can be resurrected, and Feng Qian knows that it is entirely because he was brought to the Ziqi Continent by the mysterious key, and he happened to lean over the body of 'Feng Qian', otherwise this body would definitely not be able to speak, and it would have been buried in the soil.

But if he dies two months later, he doesn't know if someone else will bend over him, and he doesn't want to know, because what if it's really like that, after he dies, everything has nothing to do with him.

Thinking of this, Feng Qian began to be really worried, he was still thinking about whether he could withstand the torture of this disease, thinking that he might have a chance to be cured after carrying it, but he never thought that this was not the case at all, his fate had already been arranged, and he would die at the age of twelve!

"How can this be, I have cancer on the earth, I only have three months to live, I want to use suicide to relieve the pain in advance, I didn't expect to die by mistake, and I have crossed here, but I want to let myself be here, continue to wait for the three months of death. Feng Qianxin said.

Couldn't he escape this hateful fate no matter what?