"Big gluttonous cats, small gluttonous cats, eat. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info" With an active and deep sound, Feng Chenyang walked towards the living room with two dishes of dishes. Late at night, the whole wooden house was illuminated by lights, and in the dark night mirror outside, this seemingly small wooden house was surprisingly warm. It seems to force the cold air outside to be warm. On the square dining table in the living room, there are three dishes and a pot of rice.

The three dishes, although there is no meat, are all vegetarian dishes. But the rich fragrance still filled the whole living room in an instant. Three dishes, with family affection, although there is no meat, this delicacy can be compared to the meal made by the chef. The golden dishes make people can't help but drool when they look at them.

Feng Chenyang was wearing a yellow apron with a lot of oil stains on it, and it was obvious that he wore this apron to cook on weekdays.

Three dishes, each delicacy is carefully made by Feng Chenyang. Looking at the delicious food he had carefully made, Feng Chenyang's face also had a smile on his face. On weekdays, the meals at home are borne by Feng Chenyang alone. Yue'er can also cook, but Feng Chenyang really loves her filial and sensible daughter too much, so she never bears to let Yue'er cook, just let her clean up.

Almost everything in the family is borne by Feng Chenyang alone, food, clothing, use and housing, all of which are handled by Feng Chenyang. It is no exaggeration to say that he almost stood up to the sky alone. The purpose is to be able to play on the ground for their families to be carefree. That was the happy life he was looking for.

Looking at Feng Chenyang wearing a yellow apron, from a distance, there is even a sense of housewife's immediacy.

"Brother...... 555...... "Yue'er's crying voice instantly reached the ears of Feng Chenyang, who was smiling. Hearing the voice, Feng Chenyang's face changed instantly. In an instant, he quickly rushed into Feng Lingtian and Yue'er's room.

"What's going on?" Feng Chenyang hurriedly asked, although he was anxious, he was an elder after all, and he had walked more bridges than the children, so he also had a certain amount of calmness in doing things.

Yue'er's worried gaze always fell on Feng Lingtian's body, lying on Feng Lingtian's body, tears soaking his clothes. As soon as Feng Chenyang entered the door, a burst of cold air came to his face, and feeling this cold air, Feng Chenyang's worried face also relaxed slightly.

He knew very well that this cold aura must have emanated from Yue'er's body, although Yue'er had returned to normal at this time, and her body no longer emitted cold aura, but the cold aura that originally filled the entire room still did not dissipate. Feng Chenyang was 100% sure in his heart that Yue'er must have burst out with a cold breath again.

Yue'er actually didn't know anything about the cold aura on Yue'er's body. Because when you meditate to the depths, your spiritual power will also reach the depths of your mind, so to speak, you can say that you are separated from the physical body, so when you meditate to the depths, even if the physical body is burned with flames, as long as you don't die, nothing will happen to you, and when you wake up, you will still be the same as usual, and when you meditate, you will not know anything that is happening outside. Of course, you should not be awakened while meditating, otherwise your life will be in danger.

And every time Yue'er broke out of this strange cold air, most of it was caused by meditation. But there weren't many outbreaks, so Feng Chenyang wasn't too worried.

The cold aura on Yue'er's body was only known to Feng Chenyang and Feng Lingtian, and they never mentioned it to Yue'er, just because they didn't want Yue'er to bear too much pressure. Of course, they won't mention it to outsiders, otherwise, with this strange power in Yue'er's body, it will definitely attract the attention of all personnel in the outside world, and when the time comes, it will not only be pressure, but also trouble.

Yue'er heard her father's voice, and then turned to her father on the side with a worried gaze that was originally staring at her brother, "Daddy, brother, brother, what's going on with him, what's going on?" Yue'er was already crying silently at this time. Her face was almost full of tears, as if it had been raining, and her gray robe was also soaked with her tears, and her expression was slightly anxious.

Feng Chenyang looked very calm, because he had roughly guessed that his son must have fainted because he couldn't bear it in order to dispel the cold aura on Yue'er's body. What Feng Chen didn't guess was that there was another reason why Feng Lingtian fainted, that is, his own flame burning caused him to consume almost half of his body's physical strength.

After Yue'er finished asking, her gaze turned to Feng Lingtian again. From beginning to end, her gaze almost fell on Feng Lingtian's body. She was afraid that her dear brother would have an accident, because it was her dearest brother, although they were not flesh and blood, but their feelings had long exceeded those that ordinary families did not have.

Feng Chenyang's eyes were also a little worried, although he roughly guessed the reason why his son fainted, he was not a doctor after all, so he was not sure that his son was really fine. His eyes turned to Feng Lingtian, Feng Lingtian's face was still as white as paper, but his breathing had returned to normal, and it was only because of excessive physical exertion that he fell into a deep sleep.

Seeing that his son was fine, Feng Chenyang secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. Immediately, his eyes turned to Yue'er, who was crying incessantly. Feng Chenyang stretched out his warm and rough hands, and wiped his daughter's tears with a smile, "Yue'er, don't worry." Your brother is fine, he's just too tired. ”

Hearing this, Yue'er's worried eyes showed a slight hint of joy. "Really? Brother, is he okay? Yue'er exclaimed in surprise and joy, and she withdrew her tears, but her delicate face was also slightly pale.

"Well, he's just too tired, and when he rests, he'll wake up." Feng Chenyang smiled, although his son fainted because of Yue'er, Feng Chenyang didn't blame his daughter at all, but still had a smile on his face.

Yue'er knew that her brother was fine, and her originally anxious face slowly smiled, and her eyes fell on her sleeping brother again, this time with warmth in her eyes.

"Alright, let's go eat first." Seeing that her daughter was no longer crying, but still smiling, Feng Chenyang struck while the iron was hot, and hurriedly prepared to take her daughter to dinner.

"No, I'm going to wait for my brother to wake up and eat with him." Yue'er said with a firm gaze, seeing that Yue'er's gaze always fell on her son, Feng Chenyang also sighed in his heart, "Okay then." Immediately, Feng Chenyang glanced at his son worriedly and left the room.

Yue'er's big bright pink eyes stared at her brother burningly, she would rather be tired than tired.

Feng Chenyang brings the food back to the pot in a new way to keep warm. He didn't eat either, his son had an accident, and his daughter didn't eat, so how could he, an elder, be in the mood to eat?

I took off my apron, changed into a gray overalls, and returned to my room with a sense of longing. In the room of the wind and sun, steel is piled up. A forging table, with two huge golden hammers next to the table, seems to weigh at least 100 catties. On the other side are some parts that Feng Chenyang had made before.

Feng Chenyang has long been accustomed to facing this room full of the smell of steel, not only is he used to it, but he also has a smile on his face. He has spent almost all of his time in this steely space since he was a child.

Looking at the steel in front of him, he was naturally happy. Feng Chenyang has been inspired to be an ironsmith since he was a child, and the profession of blacksmith was a famous profession in the mainland a few decades ago.

It wasn't until later that the condescending profession of weaponsmith suddenly rose into the air like a giant dragon, directly pressing the blacksmith into the darkness.

Since then, the profession of blacksmith has declined, and weaponsmiths have been able to develop all kinds of new technological equipment, and it has become widely popular. And the blacksmith has always repaired those broken machines for people, so as to make a repairman's money. It can be said that the current blacksmith wipes the ass of the weapon manufacturer.

And after that, all the blacksmiths on the continent instantly gave up their original profession and joined the ranks of weaponsmiths, and there were very few blacksmiths left.

Blacksmith was Feng Chenyang's original dream, he never thought of giving up, until he got married, and when it was time to support his family, he understood that blacksmiths really didn't make money, and he was ready to give up for the sake of his family. But his wife encouraged him and said, don't give up, that's your dream, I don't want to give up your dream because of us. I believe that you, perseverance, will definitely bring you the ultimate success and make the profession of the blacksmith start anew.

At that time, he and his wife already had a child, Feng Lingtian, but in the same way, the child's milk powder money was also quite expensive, so Feng Lingtian had to sell the original house in the city and exchange it all for milk powder money, which was enough to support his family, and he also took his wife and son to this wilderness to live in seclusion and no longer participate in the strife of the world. At the same time, he also has to work secretly in this wilderness, waiting for the final success.

Feng Chenyang never told his son why they lived in the wooden house. Because he didn't want his son to know, it was because of himself, so he sold the original house. In that case, it will put too much pressure on the son.

Walking into the wooden house, Feng Chenyang took out a square of about one foot square and a silver iron block from the pile of iron mountain.

The piece of iron doesn't seem to be big, but it's also dozens of pounds heavy. It's like it's filled with lead.

Feng Chenyang checked the iron in his hand and put it on the forging table, which was rusty and seemed to have been used for many years.

Picking up a hundred-pound golden forging hammer next to him, Feng Chenyang looked at the golden forging hammer, as if he was looking at a beloved treasure, and his eyes showed strong emotion. Holding a hundred-pound forging hammer, Feng Chenyang was as easy as taking this stone.

For every blacksmith, his own forging hammer is a living existence, and treating his own forging hammer is even more important than treating himself. Because that's their dignity, their glory.

Although Feng Chenyang only has nine spirit sections, he is the weakest chicken among the divine spirit masters, but in the profession of the blacksmith, he already belongs to the middle and upper five-star ironsmiths. Reiki is of course important for everyone because it can change their physical fitness and strength.

For example, Feng Chenyang is currently a five-star blacksmith, but if the aura in his body is strong, then he will easily enter the existence of a six-star ironsmith now, although the ironsmith is not popular in the mainland, but if he can reach a six-star ironsmith, it is undoubtedly a high-level existence, no matter what profession, if he can reach a four-star, it is already a qualitative leap.

It is because his talent is so poor, so on the road of Feng Chenyang's pursuit of his dreams, he has worked a few hundred points more than others, and it is not easy for him to reach a five-star blacksmith. Thinking back to how much sweat and pain he had endured back then, he finally got to where he is today, so he didn't give up lightly, even if it was for his wife's encouragement back then, for the sake of this family, he would never give up.

His aura is the same as that of his son, for some reason, after being promoted to a certain level, he has not improved at all, and has been reduced to wastewood. Of course, there is also a way to succeed in waste wood, Feng Chenyang's method is to prove himself through the blacksmith, as for his son, he is still young, so Feng Chenyang is not too anxious.