It was a sunny day with blue skies.

In fact, on the snowy continent, the weather is fine almost every day.

Perhaps it is because of the abundant source power on the mainland, although there are four seasons, but the temperature of the four seasons is not much different, and even the temperature of day and night is not much different.

There are also wind, frost, rain and snow, but there are very few, and most of them are smooth.

On this day, the Feng family of Yinfeng City, like many days and nights, woke up in the morning fog and fell asleep under the moonlight at night.

Everything is very calm, and the masters of each family and courtyard are either cultivating with peace of mind, or doing their own thing.

There are also those who are not calm, that is, Feng Xiangtian, who is the head of the family.

Outside the secret room where the head of the family was cultivating, Feng Xiangtian rarely did not deal with the family affairs, but stood fixedly, with an expressionless face, but occasionally glanced at the door of the secret room, showing that the master was not as calm as he appeared.

Lin Xin'er was sitting at the table with a needle in one hand and clothes in the other, elegantly embroidering the unfinished blue lotus flowers on the clothes, but the behavior of piercing her hand from time to time made Mei Xiang, the maid standing behind her, worried.

At this time, Feng Qingyun and Xiao Yaran, who were also sitting at the table, pretended to take a book and read it with relish.

It's just that the time of a pillar of incense has passed, the time of half an hour has passed, and the time of an hour has passed?????? Two Hours????? I didn't even see a page of the book in my hand.

The book in his hand has not been opened, but the eyes of the two of them are conveying the meaning that only the two of them understand.

[Why hasn't my brother come out yet?]

[How do I know?]

[Why don't you know?] If it's my brother, I must know.] ]

[Xue Ran is in the secret room now, you go and ask him when he will come out?]

[Hmph, if I could ask, I'd have asked a long time ago, do you still have to wait here?] ]

[You are unreasonable.] ]

[I'm unreasonable?Hmph, my sister never said that about me.] You, you've hurt my young heart. ]

[You, hmph, ignore you.] ]

With a tapping of their heads at the same time, the eyes of the two met again on the door of the secret room.

Not to mention how it was outside the secret room, Feng Xue Ran slowly closed his efforts in the secret room, checked his cultivation with his hand, and showed a satisfied smile.

At the beginning, after figuring out the reason, Feng Xue Ran had a good night's sleep, and after waking up, he began to cultivate with peace of mind. Instead of checking your cultivation every day, you check it once a month. In the first three months, I practiced day and night, but there was no major progress, from the beginning of a little dazed, a little discouraged, to the later firmness, not discouraged, in the final calm and waveless, I once again passed the experience of the state of mind in just three months. The cultivation of source power takes a long time to accumulate, and if it affects the state of mind because of the slow progress for a while, I am afraid that it will be difficult to achieve great achievements in the rest of his life.

Simply, Feng Xueran is a smart child.

Although Feng Xueran doesn't understand these big truths now, Feng Xueran knows that if you want to do something, you can't think too much, and the best way is to have no distractions.

Now that you know this, Feng Xueyan will naturally not be the same as before. After three months of cultivating day and night, and checking his cultivation for a month, he was not only cultivating the source power, but also cultivating his state of mind. The three months of penance were not in vain, and Feng Xueran managed to face everything calmly.

If there is no progress, what are you afraid of? Continue to cultivate.

What is the big deal? What is the big deal about such a low level of cultivation?

Calm, calm, calm, the heart lake burned by the wind and snow, there is only a calm, and no one or thing can stir up even the slightest ripple in him.

This state of mind is not good, but it is not bad, but it is what Feng Xueran needs most at present.

The state of mind is successfully trained, and the wind and snow burn to relax, not the relaxation of cultivation, but the relaxation of the mind.

In addition to his daily cultivation, Feng Xueran also spent a small half of his time sleeping.

In the end, the hard work paid off, a year of cultivation, three hundred and sixty-five days and nights of perseverance, Feng Xue Ran was promoted from the fifth level of the source force contractor to the eighth level.

In a year's time, Feng Xue Ran is really a genius, others cultivate, and they are promoted by one level in a year, even if it is good, Feng Xue Ran is promoted by three levels in a year.

"Daddy, mother, sister and Xiao Ya'er, Xue Ran misses you, what about you, you must also miss Xue Ran, right?" Thinking of his family, Feng Xue Ran's face glowed with a different kind of brilliance, "A month ago, the first level of cultivation of the Aotian Divine Technique was completed, and the source power was raised to the height of the fifth level, and I could already get out of the customs, but I said before that I would be in retreat for a year, so the time limit for my father's punishment to me would be a one-year ban." Now, if I stay for an extra month, I will be promoted from the fifth level beginner to the peak, and it will not be in vain for me to stay for an extra month. ”

Standing up, walking slowly around the secret room, Feng Xue smiled and said to himself: "Today is the day to get out of the customs, Daddy and mother, you must be in a hurry." ”

Slowly approaching the door of the secret room, stroking the smooth texture, Feng Xue sighed secretly and opened the closed door.

Hearing the sound of the door of the secret room, the wind flashed to the sky, and when it reappeared, it was already by the door of the secret room.

Lin Xin'er's clothes slid to the ground, but as if she didn't see it, she stood up straight and walked gracefully, with a smile on her face and a glitter in the corners of her eyes.

And Feng Qingyun and Xiao Yaran glanced at each other, threw the book in their hands back, and staggered to the door, only a few steps away, but they almost fell.

Mei Xiang looked at the four of them, then at the door of the secret room, and finally only smiled and bent over, picked up the dress that Lin Xin'er fell to the ground, and the book that was thrown on the ground by Feng Qingyun and Xiao Yaran, pitifully lying on the ground.

The door slowly opened, and the five people in the room did not dare to breathe.

Five pairs of eyes stared straight at the door and the people who were about to appear.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw the obstacle in front of him when he raised his eyes, and took a step back in shock, and then because he had been in the dark for a long time, his eyes couldn't stand the strong light stimulation, and he subconsciously closed it tightly.

After gradually getting used to it, you can see the figure in front of you clearly, and surprise unabashedly appears on your face.

Walking out of the place where he had stayed for a year, Feng Xueran said with a smile: "Daddy, mother, sister, Ya'er, I'm out of the customs." ”

Feng Xueran actually has a lot to say, but he doesn't know how to say it.

The grievances in my heart almost filled my heart, but it only turned into a sentence "I'm out".

looked at the person who had been missing for a year, standing in front of him.

In the hearts of the four of them, only one sentence echoed: I am out of the customs.

For a while, the whole scene was quiet, there was no usual warm hug, no crying, and no laughter.

Only, Feng Xueran stood with a smile, Feng Xiangtian's facial expression was soft, Lin Xin'er was stunned, Feng Qingyun's eyes were dazed, and Xiao Ya'er sobbed the corners of her mouth??????