Ling Luochen walked into a small courtyard with Ling Tianxian with ease, and a man in military uniform was already waiting for them.

The man sat at a stone table, his body straight, and his body was full of a resolute and iron-blooded temperament. This is their father, the lord of Winterfell in the northern frontier of the Heavenly Soul Empire, Ling Chen.

And at this moment, his axe-like face was full of seriousness, his eyes were fixed on the tea set on the table, and after some careful consideration, he ignored the teapot that had been boiled, and sneakily took out a wine jug from his bosom and poured it into the teacup that had been prepared.

"Father!" Ling Luochen shouted as soon as he stepped into the door. "You're drinking again! Believe it or not, I told my mother! ”

Ling Chen is very obsessed with wine, but the amount of alcohol is not flattering, he pours the goods after three glasses, and he doesn't like to use his soul power to relieve hangover, and when he gets drunk, he likes to catch something and talk nonsense, and he talks about everything, and most of the content is the glorious history of his pursuit of his wife.

Ling Tianxian's mother Bai Lixian is thin-skinned, this situation is really unbearable, and most of the last cases are that his mother rolls up her sleeves and beats her, but fortunately his mother is an auxiliary soul master, otherwise his brother and sister may have lost their father since they were children.

After a long time, there was an unwritten rule at home that he couldn't drink in the early hours of the morning.

"How is it possible, I didn't drink, this is tea" Ling Chen, facing his daughter's accusation, instantly sent the wine jug into the storage soul guide, and unhurriedly raised the misting teacup in his hand. "Believe it or not."

"Eh, isn't it really wine?" Ling Luochen looked at the misting teacup in her father's hand and the reddish-brown liquid in it, and tilted her head in confusion, it seemed that there was indeed no wine of this color in her memory.

"What kind of tea is this, though?"

"Oolong tea." Ling Chen replied calmly.

The corners of Ling Qianxian's mouth, who had already exited the sage mode after seeing this scene, twitched.

That mist is the cold qi you created with your ice attribute soul power! Also, in order to prevent the smell of alcohol from wafting out, you still locked it with your soul power! You've worked so hard, Father!

However, Ling Tianxian would not be so blind, and he would tell this matter, and it was still a matter of urgency, although he had already guessed the result, it was better to confirm it in person.

"Father, my martial soul has a way?"

Ling Tianxian looked excited and asked the man in front of him.

As a traverser, he naturally knew how to solve the defects of his martial soul for a long time, first, to find a way to make the martial soul evolve into the ultimate ice, which is not difficult for him, the octagonal Xuanbing Grass, the Wanzai Xuanbing Cave, he knows the location, but he is powerless.

So he could only use the second method, like Ma Xiaotao, to suppress it with the martial soul of the opposing attribute, but he found that he couldn't do it, it was not that he hadn't found the owner of a high-quality fire attribute martial soul this year, but it had little effect.

The most important thing in meditation is to calm the mind, Ma Xiaoqiao was affected by the evil fire, and his heart couldn't calm down at all, and he became restless, so that it affected his heart, so he could use Xu Sanshi's Xuanshui and Huo Yuhao's extreme ice to suppress it, and what about him? Although he can quickly enter a meditative state because of the martial soul, but also because of the martial soul, he has no motivation to cultivate at all, and natural meditation becomes a daze with his eyes closed, and suppressing with a fire attribute martial soul can only disturb his inner peace and make him withdraw from the meditation state.

Although he speculated that there was another way that was not a solution, and that was to use some tiger and wolf medicine, but he was still too young to eat these things, and the ghost knew what would go wrong, so he had to give up.

Therefore, Ma Xiaotao's martial soul is the best solution at present, evil fire, and he is more compatible with the sage mode.

However, there is a big problem, his sister Ling Luochen is 7 years old Huo Yuhao, Huo Yuhao became a Shrek Seven Monster Reserve at the age of 12, and Ma Xiaotao mentioned that she was 20 years old when she appeared on the stage, and he was 2 years older than his sister, so he had to wait another year for Ma Xiaotao's martial soul to awaken.

Now, there is no doubt that the time is ripe.

"Well, that's right." Ling Chen pretended to take a sip of the teacup with the so-called oolong tea in his hand, pointed to a letter on the table, and said. "Yan Shaozhe's old fox doesn't know what shit luck he has taken recently, and he has accepted a disciple who is full of innate soul power and is also a phoenix martial spirit, it seems to be called Ma Xiaotao, who is the descendant of that Phoenix Douluo ten thousand years ago."

"Father, you mean?"

Although I already knew the answer, I still have to give my father a face, after all, he is essentially a vulgar person, and it is not easy to bother to pretend to be gentle and elegant in order not to be disliked by his daughter.

As for the image in the eyes of his son, heh, if his son is disobedient, can't he just beat him? He was not a vegetarian at level 89 in the morning.

"Well, that's right, it's the Evil Fire Phoenix Martial Soul, that little girl's Evil Fire and your special white ice should be able to suppress each other, that is to say, if the two of you are together, you can cultivate normally."

"Really!"

Even if he had already guessed the result, Ling Tianxian's eyes couldn't help but widen.

God knows how miserable he was by this martial soul pit, and other innate soul powers were already level 15 or higher at his age. And what about him? Level 13! Even at least two levels are boosted by absorbing the soul ring.

If it weren't for the low cultivation efficiency, he wouldn't have been idle to practice the delicate work of treading water, wouldn't it be fragrant to improve his soul power? Soul control is only learned after the age of 12, and only after the age of 25 will the focus be placed on it. After all, before the age of 25 is the golden period for improving soul power, and after that, the speed of soul power cultivation will be greatly reduced, and it is really unwise to waste this time.

And when he was training with his clansmen, he suddenly didn't want to fight anymore, and it was common for him to give up resistance directly, and if he was outside, he would have been chopped into meat sauce a long time ago.

"That's right, and you're going to Shrek Academy tomorrow." Ling Chen patted Ling Qianxian's shoulder and said with relief. "Fight for breath, don't disgrace me over there. It would be great if I could take that little girl down and that old fox to death. ”

"Alas, father, do you have such a big face?" Ling Tianxian pretended not to hear this and changed the subject. "Just send me to Shrek Academy?"

"What do you think? You just became a resident of Shrek City in the name of Mr. Shrek's family. It's just that he lives on Poseidon Island. Ling Chen rolled his eyes and said. It's so old... Dad, I am also one of the Shrek Seven Monsters of the last generation, and I am still famous in the academy. ”

"Okay, let's go out, there is no need to say those goodbye words, we are not suitable for this, accompany your sister more today, and go to Shrek Academy with your uncle tomorrow." Chen Chen glanced at his son again, and felt a little stunned, he didn't expect that he was only 7 years old, and he would have to go to a strange place to study alone. "Don't go to your mother, she's breaking through level 80 in retreat."

"Hmm." He replied, as his father said, whether it was his indifferent temperament or his reserve as an adult in his 20s in his previous life, he was not suitable to deal with the situation in front of him.

"Alright." Ling Luochen impatiently interrupted the scene where the father and son looked at each other affectionately, and took Ling Tianxian's hand and said coquettishly. "Brother, let's go, make a few more ice sculptures for me today, my tea party is missing a few more roles."

Before the words fell, she had already taken Ling Tianxian's hand and turned to leave.

Ling Tianxian smiled helplessly, followed, and lightly threw a word to Ling Chen.

"Don't get drunk, father."

Ling Chen's body stiffened, and then he drank the wine in the teacup.

"Huh." Ling Chen let out a long sigh of disdain.

The son is still too young, and he just talks nonsense after drinking, and it is not inevitable that he will ......

"Bang—"

In the early morning, he fell headlong on the table and couldn't wake up for a long time.