The founding time of Liuyun Country is very short, only less than a hundred years, and now the reigning son of the founding emperor of Liuyun Country, although Liuyun Country is weak, but because the founding time is not long, the country is booming, which also makes neighboring countries dare not move.

Yangjia Village is a very small village, but like Liuyun Country, it is thriving. The village organized a systematic cultivation for Yang Ning's group of children. Systematic cultivation, that is, Yang Shengfeng, the guardian saint of the village, exercised Yang Ning's physique, strengthened the children's physical fitness, and laid a solid foundation for the formal cultivation of entering the mountain viewing realm in the future.

In the blink of an eye, it has been three days since Yang Ning was reborn, and Yang Ning also has a clear understanding of his father Yang Shengfeng. Yang Shengfeng is a serious middle-aged man with few smiles on his face, and he usually keeps a straight face, which makes people feel that it is not easy to communicate. But for Yang Ning's group of children, it does seem approachable, it seems that only this group of children can make Yang Shengfeng look less serious, which is also what Yang Ning felt the most in the three days.

In the evening, Yang Shengfeng returned home from the training ground in the village, "Ning'er, I'm back." "Yang Shengfeng entered Yang Ning's small earthwork, and the small wooden door was just enough to keep Yang Shengfeng from bending." Father, I'm back. Yang Ning saw Yang Shengfeng enter the house. At this time, as soon as the bandage on Yang Ning's head fell in, the wound on his forehead that was bumped by the stone had begun to heal. Yang Ning's small head was lifted by Yang Shengfeng. "Son, how are you feeling today?" Yang Shengfeng hugged his son, Yang Shengfeng seemed to want to make a very affectionate expression, but he looked very awkward.

"It's okay today, my forehead doesn't hurt anymore, and I still feel a little itchy." Yang Ning cherishes the hard-won father's love very much, he has never had this kind of selfless love in his previous life, and he will definitely cherish this emotion in this life. In his previous life, he was adopted by his master at a very young age, although his master was not very good to him, but since he was ten years old, after the master let him contact cultivation, the master was like a different person and became very harsh, although Yang Ning later understood the master's painstaking efforts, but the sudden harshness made Yang Ning very uncomfortable, and once thought that the master was torturing himself. Therefore, I cherish this sudden and unexpected father's love. Therefore, Yang Ning seemed very spoiled.

"Well, that's good, that means the wound is starting to heal." Yang Shengfeng's face showed a long-lost smile.

"Father, from tomorrow, I'm going to start training too, it's so boring to lie in bed these days." Yang Ning actually wanted to start laying the foundation for himself as soon as possible, after all, he was still a little confident in his cultivation in his previous life, after all, he was a person who stood at the top of the Liaoyuan Continent, and the cultivation of ascending to the peak of the Nine Mountains of the Heavenly Realm was not to be talked about. Although he was besieged and killed by the Heavenly Dao Sect, the Heavenly Dao Sect dispatched seven people who were also at the top of the continent, and they were also seven people who could form the Seven Stars and Seven Killing Arrays, if it weren't for the Tianque Sword, Yang Ning probably wouldn't even have a chance to leave his body.

Yang Ning knew that it was very difficult for him to take revenge. If you want to take revenge, you must first face the entire righteous path in the world, the Heavenly Dao Sect is the leader of the righteous path in the world, and it is also the most powerful sect in the five regions of the mainland, if you want to take revenge, it is simply difficult to climb to the sky. But Yang Ning was very unwilling in his heart, although he was reborn, the hatred in his heart was not reduced at all, and what he couldn't tolerate the most was the betrayal of Ling Chenzi.

"Tomorrow? Ning'er, you are lying down for a few days. Yang Shengfeng was very surprised that Yang Ning took the initiative to participate in the training, after all, Yang Ning's childlike heart was very heavy before, and every time he participated in the training, Yang Shengfeng forced Yang Ning to participate, but this time Yang Ning took the initiative to participate in the training, which surprised Yang Shengfeng.

"Yes, I want to train, and I want to be the guardian saint of the village like my father." Yang Ning's eyes were solemn, and he said silently in his heart, I not only want to protect the village, but I also want to protect my beloved, become the top of the continent, and become the legend of the continent. Yang Ning made up his mind from this moment, he wanted revenge, and he definitely couldn't let Lingchen disguise himself in front of the world.

Yang Shengfeng looked at his son and looked at Yang Ning with a serious expression, "Okay, tomorrow will be tomorrow, but why are you so determined to start training tomorrow, your injury?" Yang Shengfeng was worried and couldn't help asking.

"Father, this time a small fanged beast scared me so much that I almost lost my soul, if I hadn't been in a hurry, I'm afraid I would have died this time, I don't want my fate to be in the hands of others." Yang Ning knew that his reasons were a bit far-fetched, but Yang Ning didn't care about these anymore, after all, becoming stronger was his only idea.

"Okay, Ning'er, since you have such ideals and consciousness, I don't have to stop you as a father." Yang Shengfeng kept staring at Yang Ning's eyes, and when he saw Yang Ning's serious expression, he said softly. Yang Shengfeng had mixed feelings in his heart.

Yang Ning didn't notice Yang Shengfeng's expression, after all, what he said might be just a child's ideal for Yang Shengfeng.

Cuckoo......

"Haha, I'm hungry." A grunting voice reminded Yang Shengfeng, "Come, son, today we will eat the flesh of the tusked beast." Yang Shengfeng put down Yang Ning in his arms and walked outside the house.

"Father, did you catch the fanged beast?" Yang Ning was very happy when he heard Yang Shengfeng say about the meat of the fanged beast, if he wanted to lay a solid foundation, the meat of the fierce beast was the most beautiful supply. Yang Ning didn't hate the tusked beast that killed Yang Ning before, after all, if it wasn't for the tusked beast, I'm afraid it would be a question of whether he could successfully reborn. Relatively speaking, Yang Ning was still quite grateful to this fanged beast. But this can only be thought about in the heart. After all, the fanged beast is a fierce beast to the world.

"Caught, this beast actually ran to Yang Bi's field, let's look for it, fortunately, we finally caught this brute." Yang Shengfeng's voice came from outside the house.

Yang Ning suddenly remembered something, "Father, where are the fangs of the fanged beast?" "Yang Ning knew that the tusked beast's fangs were the most precious thing on the tusked beast's body, the two fangs were very hard, and after polishing, they could turn the two fangs into two short daggers, which were ten times sharper than ordinary short daggers cast from steel.

"Fangs? Why do you want this? "Yang Shengfeng seems to be very surprised." I want to keep a memorial so that I will always remember the wound I suffered for it. Yang Ning made up a convincing reason.

"The fangs are outside the house, if you want to keep them, it's useless anyway." Yang Shengfeng didn't think about Yang Ning's words, so he agreed, after all, the fangs are here with him, and after polishing, it is just a sharp weapon. "Okay." Yang Ning came out of the small earthen house. On the opposite side of the small earthen house, Yang Shengfeng was cooking meat in the kitchen, and there was a burst of fragrance. Smoke rises from the kitchen and looks beautiful and harmonious in the evening tones.