Sun Cheng stepped forward and knocked on the door, and an old servant opened the door, his figure a little rickety.

Sun Zhengyang saw the old man and greeted him with a smile: "Fu Bo, long time no see." ”

When the old man known as Fu Bo saw Sun Zhengyang, his wrinkled old face was full of excitement, and then he suddenly choked up and said, "Grandpa, is it really you? I thought I would never see you again in this life." ”

The old people met and talked to each other for a while.

The three of them entered the house and sat down in the guest hall.

"Grandpa, if you sit for a while, I'll invite the young lady over, if she knows that it's you, I'm afraid she will be very happy." Fauber handed over the tea, greeted him, and left quickly.

On the side, Sun Cheng was also curious about the relationship between his father and the young lady in Fu Bo's mouth.

After a while, a woman dressed in a neon dress and with an elegant temperament walked in quickly, bringing in a refreshing fragrance. The woman looked to be in her early thirties, and she was very charming.

When the woman saw Sun Zhengyang, she was completely stunned, and two lines of tears flowed from her originally dignified and elegant beauty.

"Zhengyang, is it really you? I'm not dreaming. ”

At this time, Sun Zhengyang's hand that was originally holding the teacup froze and remained motionless, and after a while, he replied slowly: "It's me." Xinqing, I'm worried about you. ”

Song Xinqing couldn't help it anymore, she was completely choked, her expression was very excited, she walked directly to Sun Zhengyang, grabbed his hand tightly, and then realized that something was wrong, and quickly let go, and took two steps back shyly.

At this time, Sun Zhengyang was also a little embarrassed, and hurriedly coughed twice, greeted Sun Cheng, and said, "Come, Cheng'er, come and see your Aunt Song." ”

"I've seen Aunt Song. When Sun Cheng heard this, he saluted and saw it. Looking at this situation, he didn't know that the Aunt Song in front of him was probably his father's confidante when he was young.

When Song Xinqing heard Sun Cheng call her, a trace of blush flashed on her face, and her expression changed the topic slightly unnaturally, and asked, "Zhengyang, how did you manage to get out of trouble?"

Sun Zhengyang's face was full of pride, and he said: "I don't have that ability, it's thanks to Cheng'er who went into the blackwater dungeon and single-handedly rescued me." ”

"Sun Cheng, how is this possible? Song Xinqing didn't believe it, but Sun Zhengyang deliberately said it in order to carry his son.

She could see at a glance that Sun Cheng only had the cultivation of the Yuanwu Realm, although for a fourteen-year-old boy, such an achievement could already be regarded as a genius, but if he wanted to save people from the heavily guarded blackwater dungeon, it was simply a matter of talking about it.

This is something she wants to do but can't!

Sun Cheng could naturally see the suspicion in Song Xinqing's heart, but he only did this to save his father, not to pretend to be forced, and there was no need to explain anything.

But Sun Zhengyang, seeing that she didn't believe in her son's ability, couldn't help but be a little anxious, wanting to explain the whole thing, before the words could be spoken, the whole person suddenly coughed violently, coughing up blood in his mouth again and again, looking carefully, he could even find a lot of dead flesh from the bloody sputum.

Sun Zhengyang's whole person was depressed on the spot and fainted in his seat.

This is a sign of an outbreak of injuries in the body!

Seeing this, Song Xinqing on the side was so frightened that she couldn't care about being shy anymore, and hurriedly shouted: "Sun Cheng, quickly use Zhenyuan to protect your father's heart." ”

Where did Sun Cheng still use him to greet him, the person had already arrived behind Sun Zhengyang, and a palm was already attached to his back, and a steady stream of true yuan was sent towards his body.

At the same time, Song Xinqing also rushed to the front quickly, and the white light on his hand lit up again and again, and one by one dragon patterns appeared, flying towards Sun Zhengyang's body, forming a strange dragon pattern rune, forcibly sealing the serious parts of his injuries.

Finally, with the joint efforts of the two, Sun Zhengyang's injury was temporarily suppressed and allowed him to recover a little.

Sun Cheng let go of his hand from his father Sun Zhengyang's back, but his face was gloomy and serious. He never imagined that the severity of his father's injuries had completely exceeded his imagination.

Originally, he only thought that his father had lost his cultivation, and everything else was just an ordinary flesh injury. But when his True Yuan was exploring his father's body just now, he found that all kinds of organs in his body had failed to an extreme, and it was a miracle that he could survive until now.

I'm afraid that in the past eight years, my father Sun Zhengyang has been bled day and night in the dungeon, I am afraid that he has already injured the foundation of his life, and now he has stepped into the ghost gate with half a leg, and the gods are difficult to save.

At this time, Song Xinqing on the side was also in a hurry.

"How good is this, how good is this!"

After thinking about it for a long time, she found that there was no way, Song Xinqing sighed, and sat directly on the ground, her eyes blank, and she was completely desperate.

Sun Cheng came back to his senses, and when he saw her like this, he had no manners at all, how could he not understand that this Aunt Song probably really loved his father to the point of being very deep.

Sun Cheng couldn't bear it in his heart, and said: "Aunt Song, don't be in a hurry first, the situation in front of my father is not completely life-saving." ”

"Really?" Song Xinqing's eyes lit up, and then her expression was gloomy, and she blamed herself and said, "Sun Cheng, you don't have to comfort me. It's all because Aunt Song is useless, she is still only a junior third-grade dragon pattern master, if she can be stronger and enter the fourth grade, maybe you can save your father as soon as possible, and he won't be in this situation now!"

Sun Cheng's eyes lit up, although he saw Aunt Song casting the dragon pattern just now, he didn't care too much about it, but he didn't think that she would be a junior third-grade dragon pattern master.

This dragon pattern master is exactly the same level as the elixir treasure medicine and divine weapon, and what level of dragon pattern master can only refine the dragon pattern elixir or dragon pattern divine weapon of the same level as his own.

Although the difference between the third-rank dragon pattern master and the fourth-rank dragon pattern master is only a small level, they belong to the early and middle stages of the great realm of the beginner dragon pattern master, and the gap is huge.

In this Qingyang Town, dragon pattern masters are extremely rare. The influence of the junior third-rank dragon pattern master may still be limited, but if it reaches the fourth-rank, it will be enough for the attention of many high-level martial artists.

If there is a way to make Aunt Song become a beginner-level fourth-grade dragon pattern master, with the power of the four dragon patterns, coupled with that precious first-level eight-rank Jin Yuan Dan, it should be able to completely stabilize his father's injury, which is enough to maintain it for several months without deterioration.

Now for Sun Cheng, the worst thing is time.

With the knowledge of Emperor Wu in his previous life, he really knew that there were several supernatural things that could completely heal his father Sun Zhengyang's injuries, but they were all extremely rare heavenly treasures, and in a short period of time, where could they be found?

But if there are these few months, the situation is completely different, and those kinds of heavenly treasures may not be impossible to find. At that time, Mo said that it was very possible to heal his father's injuries and even fully recover his cultivation.