In the early morning, breakfast is a delicious black rice porridge, without sugar, but it is exceptionally fragrant, and the side dish is a refreshing dried radish, dried radish pickled in chili, and after stir-frying in the pot, there is a rich fragrance that lingers on the lips and teeth.

If it can be served with a piece of pork, the dried radish and pork are stir-fried over high heat, and the taste will be upgraded to a higher level.

It's just that Song Yu didn't make such a request, not because the family had no money, but because he wanted to eat this kind of thing in the morning, he would inevitably be nagged by his mother.

On weekdays, Song Yu rarely eats, that is, when he sees the food cooked by his mother, he is interested, and he wants to act more like a mortal, he always has a feeling that as his cultivation continues, the distance between him and his parents will become farther and farther away.

There is no way, the life span of a practitioner is too long, a mortal's life is only eighty or ninety years, and a practitioner sometimes has a retreat for a hundred years, even if he pays extra attention to accompanying his family, he will always inadvertently neglect this.

As a result, many cultivators will deliberately cut off their own dust, devote their minds to the realm of cultivating immortals, and no longer pay attention to mundane things, which is called "breaking the dust".

But Song Yu couldn't do such a thing, even if he knew that he and his parents would be separated, but he still wanted to accompany them as much as possible, cultivation and parents were never in conflict, only inner contradictions and struggles conflicted.

After eating, Song Yu and his father went out to work, and they walked into the mountains together, as the so-called relying on the mountains to eat the mountains, Song Qingshan is an excellent hunter, where should set traps, where ambushes will harvest prey, where can track down injured prey......

Song Qingshan knew very well that thanks to Song Qingshan's teachings, Song Yu naturally inherited the characteristics of an excellent hunter in his father's body, and he was calm and calm, even when he reached the immortal cultivation realm, he also benefited a lot from it.

It's just that this time I followed Song Qingshan into the mountain, and the characteristics of the hunter have not been forgotten, but the hunting skills have been completely forgotten, even if it is an ordinary hunting trap, it is full of loopholes, and the prey can be seen at a glance, let alone catching the prey.

Song Qingshan saw these in his eyes, but didn't say anything, but took the initiative to perfect the trap with Song Yu, but one morning, they were all busy with the trap, and they didn't see the shadow of the prey.

At noon, Song Qingshan gave Song Yu half of the dry food prepared by Zhao Nannan, and looked at Song Yu who was looking around with the dry food, with a melancholy look in his eyes.

He seemed to see that he had taken the young Song Yu into the mountains to catch prey, and this kid would also like to look east and west, as if he was full of interest in all kinds of food.

Now Song Yu is the same as before, there is still no change, no, it has changed, it has become taller, but he has also changed, and he feels a little tired after a morning's labor.

"Maybe it's really old!"

Song Qingshan smiled and chewed a mouthful of dry food, but there was no loneliness in his eyes, his son's excellence was enough to offset all his sadness.

Ten miles and eight towns, who doesn't know that their son is a famous immortal?

Song Yu heard his father's words in the distance, and did not show anything unusual, his father has always been a strong person, if he said something comforting at this time, it would be tantamount to embarrassing his father, but he couldn't sit idly by, think about it a little, and have an idea in his heart.

The two father and son squinted for a while, and the time soon came to the afternoon, and Song Yu made a suggestion to Song Qingshan, that is, the two of them competed to see who could catch the most prey, and Song Yu would not use spells and cultivation.

Song Qingshan heard Song Yu's shout, raised his eyebrows, and immediately decided to compete, the stinky boy dares to provoke in his professional field, I must fight back fiercely.

As a bet, whoever loses will be responsible for the evening's meal.

"Boy, you're going to lose, and you're going to say it, you can only use mortal hunting skills, not you're going to be ruined. ”

In order to prevent Song Yu from cheating, Song Qingshan once again reiterated the rules of the game.

"Yes, if I were Sarai, I would be your son. ”

Song Yu repeatedly assured.

"Isn't that nonsense? You were originally my son. ”

Hearing this, Song Qingshan scolded with a smile, gave Song Yu's head a sturdy look, and then picked up the hunting tools and drilled into the mountains and forests, it can be seen that he attaches great importance to this competition.

Song Yu didn't release the water, solemnly picked up the hunting tools, and walked to the side, if he wanted to catch the prey without using cultivation, and defeat his father, an experienced old hunter, the only way to do it was to hurry up.

At dusk, the two fathers and sons reunited in a scattered place, Song Yu was dumbfounded when he saw Song Qingshan, who was a little panting and carrying more than a dozen prey, and then looked at how many prey he only had, and it was self-evident who won and who lost.

"Father, you are working too hard, I suggest that you cut the prey you harvest by half. Song Yu said helplessly.

Song Qingshan saw that Song Yu was deflated, and smiled "haha", "It's halved, and I have more prey than you." ”

"Do you want to wipe it out?" Song Yu had to inch in.

"Roll the calf!" Song Qingshan carried the prey and ran in the direction of home.

"You're always at ease!"

Song Yu looked at Song Qingshan, who looked like an old child, and couldn't cry or laugh, he wanted to help Song Qingshan carry the prey, but after thinking about it, he gave up.

Back at home, it was already nightfall, everything was quiet, Zhao Nannan looked at the two fathers and sons who were embarrassed, with an angry look on his face, reprimanded Song Qingshan for being old and improper, reprimanded Song Yu for being improper, and ordered them to take a bath.

After the two of them finished bathing, Zhao Nannan had already put the hot food in the pot on the table, three dishes and one soup, two meat and one vegetable, all of which were Song Yu's favorite meals.

Seeing this, Song Yu had no choice but to say that he would contract tomorrow's meal.

A family of three, sitting around the table, you and I are talking a word, eating a long-lost reunion dinner, and for a while, the lonely night has become warm.

The next day, Song Yu ended his meditation early, got up to prepare breakfast, and brought the prey he had caught yesterday, as well as the mushrooms he had picked, to the kitchen.

These things have spirituality, and eating them has the effect of nourishing the body, but they will not cause a violent impact on the body, but will only slowly nourish the body, and the temperament is very gentle.

After breakfast, Song Yu was busy for a long time, and after his parents got up, a sumptuous breakfast was prepared in front of his parents.

In the next two days, Song Yu contracted to cook, adopt medicinal diet, and add some health pills to adjust the physical condition of his parents, but this effect will not be reflected immediately, but let his parents live younger and younger.

This is what Song Yu can do at present, but he feels that it is far from enough, and the kindness of his parents will not be repaid for the rest of his life.

On the last day, the three members of the Song family sat together for dinner, Song Yu ate very little, and tomorrow was the time to leave, and it was inevitable that he would be a little reluctant in his heart.

After Zhao Nannan finished eating, he sighed and said, "Yu'er, it's not too early, go back quickly!"

"What, where are you going?" Song Yu was a little puzzled.

"Back to Qingtian Sect, you've been back for a while, it's time to go back and take care of your own business. Song Qingshan opened solemnly.

"I'll leave tomorrow, okay?" Song Yu shook his head and said.

"No!" Zhao Nannan said decisively, and then his face showed an unbearable look, and he hugged Song Yu in his arms, "Tomorrow, I'm afraid I won't be able to give up on you." ”

"Yu'er, we're already very happy that you can come back to see us, but we can't pull your hind legs, don't you say?" Song Qingshan said earnestly.

Seeing this, Song Yu didn't want to say anything else, and said goodbye to his parents that night.

Song Qingshan and Zhao Nannan watched Song Yu drift away, and in a trance, they seemed to see Song Yu leaving home for the first time, that weak figure, with fear of the future and longing for the future.

"Qingshan, if I had stopped Yu'er at the beginning, would he have an ordinary and happy life?"

"I don't know, but I think he's happy right now. ”