"The guy who reported the wrong letter back then was Yang Ying's father, your cheap father-in-law Yang regretted! If he hadn't almost killed himself to protect your mother, I would have killed his dog! Many masters died in that battle, but I didn't expect that after that, Yang Ci, a slut, would climb to the top step by step. ”

"In a word, you have to be careful of Yang Cheng's old thing, he is not a good bird!" Dad is still haunted by the events of that year, and when Yang regrets are mentioned, his face is full of unhappiness.

"Then I'm going to find my mother now, will it cause her trouble?" Ling Qingfeng asked cautiously.

Dad burped, shook his head and said, "It's been so many years, and the person in charge back then is estimated to be too old to die, so it shouldn't be anything for you to go to see her." I swore a heavy oath at the time, but I didn't want to meet your mother! ”

"Then I can see my mom? I don't want to get her in trouble, I'll protect her! Ling Qingfeng suffered from gains and losses, and even spoke a little incoherently.

Dad nodded, then patted his head again, as if remembering something, and said, "You want to protect her?" Hehe! It's not even close! The innate masters who died at the hands of Lao Tzu back then had to be as many as a dozen, and they were not a bird! ”

"Also, to give you a piece of advice, you'd better not be stupid to find the Yang family chick now, because you are not Yang Cheng's opponent, unless you are willing to become a fat man, and you have the legendary innate god soldier in hand, you can barely fight with him." Dad squeezed his eyes and said.

"Innate Divine Soldier? Is that what you're talking about? Ling Qingfeng's heart moved, took out the control button of the aircraft sent by Hongmen, and pressed it gently.

"One, two, three, four, five" five seconds later. With a buzz, Ling Qingfeng had an extra dragon-headed mad knife in his hand.

Scold! Ling Qingfeng infused his innate true qi into it. The dragon's head blade stretched out a four-foot-long translucent blade, and the chill was overwhelming.

Father Ling smiled. "Yo! You're in luck! That's what you're talking about! It's indeed an innate divine weapon, yes! This is the treasure of the Beast Alliance, but it is an ominous blade, which has killed several generations of war masters, and the people who use it, in the past six hundred years, there is almost no good death! ”

"You know this knife too? Isn't it easy to use? Ling Qingfeng frowned, how many secrets did Dad still have! He is like this jar of old wine, the more you drink, the more agarwood, the more flavorful.

The father reached out and took the dragon's head madness knife from his son's hand. He grabbed a knife and stabbed forward.

A translucent sword suddenly stretched out, more than four meters long, and shot out of the window.

At the end of the condensed but not scattered tip of the knife, a piece of falling snow in the courtyard was cut in half by the knife.

Such a sword technique, such a strong innate true qi, scared Ling Qingfeng a lot.

At the earliest, he thought that his father was only physically strong and born with divine powers. Later, when he saw his father blast Yang Cheng away, he already believed that he was a great master who had entered the innate realm, but the feeling of the knife just now was the power of his father. At least it is already the strength of the innate realm, and maybe it will have to fight with the ground level master.

"I killed too many people back then, damn it. Damn it, kill them all! And then it turned out like this. To say that there are no regrets at all is false. So I made a pact with your mother that I wouldn't teach you martial arts. I hope you are an ordinary ordinary person. It's a pity that you are my Ling Linfeng's son, from the moment you took the police exam, I knew that you would still follow my old path!

However, since you have embarked on this road of no return, then keep getting stronger! When you surpass everyone one day, no one will dare to point fingers in front of you, you remember, never be led by the rules of the game, you have to be the one who makes the rules! ”

Ling Qingfeng rarely saw his father speak so seriously, and nodded vigorously.

"You have laid a good foundation in the past six months, worthy of being my son, my father passed you a set of innate knife techniques, but you have to remember that you must leave three points of affection when you go out of the knife, and if you don't use the knife, try not to use the knife!"

Ling Qingfeng heard his father say seriously, and hurriedly nodded yes.

"The invincible attack is strong, and the shallow opening is deep into the enemy's wounds. The courage is big, the heart is thin, the muscles must be comfortable, and the arms must be long. The enemy did not see Hugh advanced, and the false stab and false zha lured him. The shallow, deep, old and young are all beaten, and they are hiding when they advance and retreat. "To the master to bully the guest, to the guest to commit the master, are the momentum of the knife, to the tip of the knife to open the enemy weapon for the "tender", to the near handle of the blade to open the enemy weapon for the "old", to knock a little slower for the "late", to the knife first to meet the "urgent", as for the winding, slipping, twisting, rubbing, etc., are also all ways to make the knife. ”

"But these are just the acquired sword techniques and skills, you have entered the innate realm, and you should learn it quickly. The real innate knife technique, the beauty is still in the mutual use of virtual and real, flickering virtual and real, and running from the heart! ”

As Dad spoke, he exhaled his internal strength, making the dragon's head blade long and short, unpredictable.

"The knife is pressed under the kitchen board! This winter vacation, you can practice this set of innate sword techniques at home! First of all, you have to be like me, you can force out the sword qi at will, the cultivation of the innate virtual realm, is it difficult to play with the knife? ”

Ling Qingfeng was stunned by his father's words, but he played really beautifully with this knife, and he was envious.

"If you want to force the sword qi at will, the first thing is to unite the heart and strength, and the mind and internal strength are in harmony and synchronization, and it's okay!" Dad said.

Ling Qingfeng suddenly remembered something and said, "Dad, when I was in the Golden Triangle, I met an ascetic monk who practiced Raising Hands Zen, and he said that he knew you, and he also poured his mental strength into my head!" ”

"Oh? Is the monk you met, tall and thin, who hasn't eaten enough? Dad asked.

"Almost, he can recognize our bee control skills, but unfortunately it was abolished by the old man!" Ling Qingfeng thought of the old monk and suddenly felt a little pitiful.

"Alas, that monk I remember, I saved his life back then, he is a good person, but his temperament is too dull, and he has to practice any bitter meditation, but it's a pity! The old friends outside are dead and one is missing. Hehe! It's the world of you young people from now on! ”

Father Ling paused and said, "That monk poured his mental strength into your head, which saved you decades of hard work, but your strength is not enough. But the mental strength is too strong to achieve balance. It's hard to force a knife!

Without the air sword qi, the change of the knife technique will lose its charm. Can't get into the top grade, damn! I'll have to figure out how to solve this problem! You practice according to the knife score first! ”

Ling Qingfeng sighed, anyway, it has never been difficult for my father to engage in research, and this kind of thing that needs to be overcome at the technical level will make him worry about it.

"By the way, you keep this knife! This knife is an ominous thing, I'll give you a makeover, you like the horizontal knife style, right? Dad suddenly had a flash of inspiration and said.

Ling Qingfeng glanced at his father suspiciously. said: "Well, I like the horizontal knife style in the Tiger Wing Army, but Dad, do you really know how to change the knife?" I've been with you for more than ten years, and I've never seen you still work as a blacksmith? ”

Dad showed disdain on his face and said arrogantly: "Fart! You don't understand this, do you? What is a master, is everything! The horizontal knife style in the Tiger Wing Army was changed by your Lao Tzu back then! There's so much more you don't know! ”

Ling Qingfeng nodded again and again, turned around and walked to the kitchen. Sure enough, he took out a knife book under the board, and wrote the words "Broken Love Knife Spectrum" in a few crooked big characters.

"Uh" Ling Qingfeng was suddenly full of black lines, this broken knife book is really Dad's style, but the name of this knife technique is too ugly!

Then. Dad's voice came from the air, "Don't doubt your dad's talent!" After learning this "Broken Love Knife Book", you can cut the enemy around like a dumb melon. Wouldn't it be a pleasure! ”

Ling Qingfeng didn't want to say anything, although his name was a bit vulgar. But my father's collection never let me down.

After staying at home for a whole week, Ling Qingfeng got up early every day to practice the "Love Breaking Knife Technique". In the evening, I also practiced the "Broken Love Knife Technique", starting from the first style and continuing to practice the thirty-sixth style.

Dad set a goal for Ling Qingfeng, and every knife move had to be practiced 30,000 times until it was ripe.

Ling Qingfeng knew that his father wanted to lay a good foundation for himself, so he took the initiative to increase the weight in his heart, and forced himself to practice 50,000 times for each move.

I don't know what the effect of the real enemy is, but Ling Qingfeng knows that he is about to become a fool!

Still, it's fun to put down the knife and spend time with my dad.

Father and son drink a little wine every day, chat, brag, and when they are lucky, they can listen to their father sing a few words, "I am a loose person in Wollongong!" Before I knew it, it was the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve.

A large table of Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, there are more than 20 dishes, all of which are sent by the villagers in the village, knowing that there is no woman in the father and son's family, and Boss Ling is a rough nature, and every family in the village has sent good dishes to the Ling family.

Ling Qingfeng is also very generous to those children who come to deliver meals, and the wrapped red envelopes are placed in the basket, and the basket is placed at the gate, and people can grab them casually! Five or ten yuan in each red envelope is not too little, and fifty hundred is not too much, so you can have fun.

The dolls in the village are also very well-behaved, and those who took the red envelopes went to the village store to buy firecrackers and put them around the Ling family's house, and then went to receive the red envelopes after they were finished, making a lot of noise all day long from morning to night, and the Ling family's yard was lively and lively, not deserted at all.

Ling Qingfeng put the table full of tables, poured wine for his father and himself, and then turned on the TV, waiting for his mother Lin Qingqiu to go to the Spring Festival Gala.

This night, the father and son drank a lot, and they were a little drunk.

Ling Qingfeng secretly made up his mind, as soon as the year is over, he must go to his mother, and he can't wait for a moment!

On the morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year, Ling Qingfeng's phone rang non-stop. All of them were all kinds of New Year's messages, and Gao Tianliang and Lan Di, who were far away in the capital, also called to congratulate the New Year.

Everyone chatted casually, and by the way, they mentioned whether they wanted to go to Principal Wang Youjun's house to pay New Year's greetings to his old man's house.

When Ling Qingfeng heard this, he was indeed a little moved, so he didn't agree immediately, but he still discussed it with his father.

Ling Qingfeng came to the backyard, and his father was burning molds with clay, which looked quite like that.

"Dad, I have something to discuss with you! Our classmates made an appointment together, saying that they would go to the principal's house to pay New Year's greetings, what kind of souvenirs do you think I brought with me? ”

When Ling Qingfeng said this, he had basically made up his mind, and it would be best to find his father to take out some good things by the way.

"Well, your headmaster is a gentleman, he deserves to pay him a New Year's greeting! But your identity is different now, a dignified innate master, my son of Ling Linfeng, the things you give away can't be too bad. You wait, I'll come into the house and find you some! ”

After that, Dad went straight into his utility room and didn't come out for a long time.

It wasn't until Ling Qingfeng waited a little less troubled that his father came out of the utility room covered in dust.

"Oh, these three things are in a bag, and it's barely okay to send them out, you can't lose face!" Dad smiled happily.

Ling Qingfeng looked at the three things in his father's hand, yes, they were all very homely gifts, and it was not too abrupt to give them to Principal Wang, which was very suitable.

Dad handed over the three gifts he had picked to Ling Qingfeng, thought about it, and added, "These are all good things!" If someone laughs at your gift, try it for them! Don't let people take it lightly, you know? ”

"Dad! I'm just going to pay a New Year's greeting, how can I pay so much attention! Principal Wang is not the kind of person who cares! I know what comes out of your hands must be something good, okay? Ling Qingfeng said happily.

This time, my dad is obviously much more reliable, and the gifts he picked out are finally normal, and they look very suitable. Ling Qingfeng was relieved. (To be continued......)