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Wang Zhiming's martial arts room in his home has been around for some years, although it is old, it is not damaged at all. Wang Zhiming's father has been hand-applied for more than 20 years, and it is the most basic framework. More functional auxiliary divine patterns as flesh and blood have been added little by little by Wang Zhiming's mother, Nangong Yu'er, over the years, some are strong, some are weak, and some can't even be said to have any meaning.

But these crests as a whole have been preserved little by little. Some will transform into an immeasurable universe full of stars, some will change into mountains, valleys, rivers, lakes and seas, some will urge the cold wind, and some will be scorching in an instant.

Wang Zhiming grew up here.

There was the joy of talking and laughing with my father and pointing out the country, there was the sweat with Hua Ziwei when I was young, and there was also the laughter of the mountains and rivers between the battles with Di Jianbai.

But more than that, it is the silent companionship and practice of the mother and son, who come and go together, cold and summer.

Mother hopes that Wang Zhiming can become an upright and righteous master, Wang Zhiming knows. Therefore, no matter what kind of difficulties and obstacles, Wang Zhiming will feel that he is duty-bound.

But he never understood why his mother was obsessed with letting him return to the mountain gate instead of going to the Strange Ability Academy.

Nangong Yu'er is by no means a hen that protects the chicks. Wang Zhiming knew that his mother was decisive and decisive enough, and she would definitely be able to ruthlessly kick the young eagle off the cliff and let him spread his wings and soar.

But the mother was speechless for a while, just in a silent daze.

"Mom?" Wang Zhiming was a little flustered for some unknown reason, could it be that the Abnormal Energy School Park was really so dangerous that his mother couldn't rest assured? There is still something else that I don't know.

After a long time, my mother smiled and asked, "What is the reason for this time?" It won't be a determination to serve the motherland. ”

"Ah, no. But if the country needs something, how can it not contribute to it? This was not enough to convince his mother, Wang Zhiming had a premonition.

After sorting out his thoughts, Wang Zhiming continued, "And I heard that the sages of the past and present have all grown up in the wind and rain. I think that there must be no dignified righteous masters in the world who are smooth sailing and without twists and turns. ”

Mother's face was silent, rubbing the divine pattern in front of her, "The road ahead is difficult, have you really come to your senses?" ”

"Mom, I can do it!"

"Alas, I was wrong. For you young children, patriotism and ideals are more attractive than personal prospects and real life, right? ”

Without waiting for Wang Zhiming to answer, Nangong Yu'er pulled her former son into her arms, and her tone was difficult: "It is not easy for the descendants of the nine veins of your generation, and you must also get along well." ”

"Well, that's fine." Wang Zhiming swore a promise.

Nangong Yu'er nodded, looked at Wang Zhiming and said with a smile, "Maybe I'm worried about it." You are my precious son, looking at the whole country, there are few people who can beat your mother, who dares to bully you. ”

"Let's practice by ourselves today, Guo Chaoan still has something to do today." Touching Wang Zhiming's head, Nangong Yu'er got up and went to the bedroom, "When Jianbai comes back, I will find you two psychic sword weapons." ”

"Okay." The morning class is mainly the Zhengyi Sword Duel and the Immeasurable Sword Duel, and the evening practice is the Zhengyi Sword Sutra. Wang Zhiming, who was already in the Four Extremes Secret Realm, naturally cultivated without hindrance for a long time.

When the sun was up, Wang Zhiming ended his practice.

When my mother went out, Hua Ziwei, who had recovered from her prostration, was undoubtedly much more relaxed. Eating delicious ice cream, the whole person buried himself in the sofa and asked Wang Zhiming, "How did you convince Auntie?" ”

"As the person she cares about, knows and loves the most in the world. I still have a lot of privileges that I can do at will. With the final choice, Wang Zhiming was also in a good mood and joked.

"I don't believe it, but knowing this, I usually don't make my aunt angry." Hua Ziwei stretched her waist, unconsciously revealing her thin willow waist and small navel. "I remember volunteering online and filling in Yinghua High School, only our high school has a little more to take care of cultivation."

"I was so pitiful in the morning, and now it's starting to teach me a lesson." Wang Zhiming apparently scoffed at Hua Ziwei's preaching. "It's obvious that you made my mother angry."

As soon as the words fell, Crape Myrtle stood up angrily, "You... Bastard, what's wrong with my bad understanding, you're amazing! He turned around and went upstairs, and soon there was a "bang" of the door.

"Hey, why are you so angry all of a sudden......" Wang Zhiming was a little helpless, he was just joking. It's a completely subconscious rebuttal, and there is no sense of ridicule, and it's completely sparse and ordinary compared to the past.

"Is my sister in such a bad mood?" Thinking silently, Wang Zhiming suddenly reacted, "Phew, it's completely expedient to call my sister or something, and I'm almost used to it." ”