After a long time, Feng Moxiu broke the silence first.

He dusted off the sawdust on his body, picked up two oranges that had fallen on the blanket and played with one hand, and said softly: "Tell me about your experience, where you have been in the past year or so, what you have done, and how your illness has been cured." When I first saw you, I couldn't believe that you were my son, although I heard some things about you from my senior sister and was mentally prepared, but until I saw you with my own eyes, I still couldn't believe that your illness had been cured, and you had cultivated to the innate realm. In just one year, you have gone from having no internal strength to cultivating to the spiritual consciousness stage, how did you do it?"

Feng Zhiping didn't answer, he looked at his father, and there was a question in his heart.

Feng Moxiu saw his thoughts, and smiled a little sadly: "You still don't believe me?"

His smile stabbed Feng Zhiping's heart fiercely.

Thinking of his father's love since he was a child, and remembering his repeated struggles and regrets for doubting his father over the past year, he has obviously made a judgment, and now he has heard his father's personal explanation, why is he still hesitating?

Remorse filled his heart, Feng Zhiping sniffed, got up and knelt upright, and kowtowed heavily.

"The child is not filial, tired of the father's hard work, and vain suspicion tired of your sadness, the child is wrong, please punish the father. ”

Feng Moxiu's eyes were slightly red, and he immediately covered them, and kicked them angrily.

"Fuck off, did I make you kneel, did I say you were wrong? Lao Tzu asked what you have been doing all this time, the donkey's lips are not in the horse's mouth, why did you go back more and more as you grow. ”

Feng Zhiping flipped over the heel fight, scratched his head and sat up with a smile, and hesitated again when he was about to speak, until Feng Moxiu's big feet were raised again, he gritted his teeth and crawled to his ear.

"Dad, can I trust you?"

Feng Moxiu almost got angry, grabbed his neck and said angrily: "Stinky boy, do you really want to be angry with Lao Tzu?"

"No, that's not what I meant, you let go first!"

Finally broke free, Feng Zhiping said with a bitter face: "What I want to say is very important, I know it only by me in the whole world, I can tell you, but you have to promise not to say it!"

Seeing Feng Mo Xiu's glare, he hurriedly covered his chest and retreated and shouted: "I'm also for your own good, if you say it, don't blame me when you cause trouble!"

Feng Moxiu's eyes flashed, staring at Feng Zhiping and nodded slowly: "Say." ”

Climbing back to the front, Feng Zhiping leaned into Feng Moxiu's ear and whispered: "Dad, I met the immortals, it was the immortals who saved me and cured my illness." ”

Ice.

A long cold field.

Feng Moxiu's neck stiffened and slowly turned his head, looking at his precious son's eyes like an idiot.

Immortal?

Since ancient times, there is no one in the world who does not want to be an immortal, the ultimate goal of martial arts is to ascend to the legendary fairy world, but no one has ever succeeded for a long time, so the ultimate goal is just a goal, few people take it seriously, and it is just to live a few more years, after all, the cultivation of martial soul Shouyuan can last for five hundred years, and no one wants to die early if they can live longer.

In addition, 500 years is only the bottom line, most of the longevity of the martial soul strong are between 500 and 800 years, a few people can maintain health for more than a thousand years, and the martial soul who can live for a thousand years will be respected as the longevity of the martial god regardless of whether there is a martial god title, and the longest living longevity martial god in history is that he lived for 1,740 years before he died, experienced three dynasties and twenty-seven emperors, witnessed the changes of the sea, saved a lot of precious historical classics and Taoist inheritance from the war, and made great contributions, and his record has never been broken for tens of thousands of years, and the second longest life is more than 300 years shorter than him, so many people respect him as a living immortal。

The living immortal is just an honorific title, after all, the person is still dead, and if he is a human being, there is no immortal person in the world, the immortal and the immortal world are just a legend, no one knows whether he exists, and whether he is really as immortal as the legend.

Today, Feng Moxiu heard his baby son say that he had met a fairy, his expression and tone were so determined, he wanted to laugh, but he was worried, and he doubted that his son was sick and hurt his brain.

Immortal?

How could an immortal appear in the human world, and how could he meet him alone in the vast sea of people, just because he was a cripple?

Don't make trouble, there are more remnants in the world, what is special about him, the only special thing is his own species, could it be that the gods also know that when they see people on the dishes, they pick expensive ones?

Coughing twice to suppress the absurdity in his heart, Feng Moxiu tried his best to say in a calm tone: "Child, I know you are very grateful to that person, but the immortals..."

"It really exists, and he is!"

Feng Zhiping knew that his father didn't believe it, and he also knew that it wasn't just his father, no one would believe it, and the only one in the world who believed in him was You Shuang'er, but he didn't care whether these people believed it or not, he firmly believed that he was not wrong.

Cross-legged and pressed over, he told everything that happened in detail in the lowest voice and the fastest speed, including his own situation, the way the other party appeared, how he felt when the other party made a move, and the sword species and jade beads that he didn't even tell You Shuang'er, and all the secrets buried in the deepest part of his heart were poured to his father.

Feng Moxiu didn't take it seriously at first, but when he listened to it, he realized that something was wrong, and his expression gradually became solemn.

It's normal to not see the spirit treasure when you shoot, because the magic weapon and the blade can be hidden in the body during the god hiding period, and you can take it as you go, and you can not stick to the spirit treasure itself during the tangible period, but only use it as a bridge between the world and the world, and fight the enemy empty-handed, and the martial soul is equal to the unity of man and weapon, regardless of whether the natal divine weapon is not in hand, you can show your divine might, and only those spirit treasures that do not have a life to cultivate need to be manifested and used in specific means to exert the maximum power.

Therefore, it is normal for the fat Taoist priest to not see the spirit treasure when he makes a move, but the power he shows is very abnormal.

The power of time and space is rare in ancient and modern times, and according to Feng Zhiping's description, what the other party has is not a simple time or space, but both!

Feng Moxiu's first reaction was that his son was wrong, some special Five Elements Heavenly Treasures can also live dead flesh and bones, among which wood and water are the most common, but Feng Zhiping said that his blood was reversed with time and space back into his body, and then the wound also healed in the process of cracking, which is not what the power of the Five Elements can do. 666 Literature Network

If the son didn't lie, there was only one possibility, he was not mistaken, that Taoist priest did go back in time, and he controlled the power of time and space!

The person who controls the power of time and space is almost the same if he is not an immortal, and it is enough to be comparable to three immortal weapons!

At the beginning, the Three Emperors were armed with immortal soldiers, and they only touched this realm slightly at their peak, and they couldn't control it at all, and they only had a heaven-level treasure mirror in the years that followed, and they had some time power.

But Feng Moxiu knew more secrets, and knew very well that the mirror contained not the power of time at all, but the extremely powerful power of illusion, with its master's powerful illusion to control the minds of others to achieve an effect similar to time acceleration or regression, those who were made smaller and older by the treasure mirror just believed that the time in their bodies had changed, and it was difficult to extricate themselves from the magic, so they would reveal the corresponding representation, not really from time.

Therefore, he once thought that the two powers of time and space were the same as immortals, but they were just legends, but who expected Feng Zhiping to see it, and personally experienced the magic of the power of time and space.

Taking a step back, if it was really Feng Zhiping's mistake and it was a random guess under shock, how should the sword type be explained?

He probed Feng Zhiping's sea of qi, except for the amazing richness and smoothness, no one had anything unusual, if it wasn't for Feng Zhiping mentioning it and urging the sword to speed up, he wouldn't even feel its existence.

It is this small, no matter how much he tempts the sword that can't find out the bottom of the sword, cured his son's heavenly cripple, you must know that the heavenly cripple is not the acquired meridian damage, but the natural meridian defect, if it weren't for Feng Zhiping's good luck, he would probably not even be able to go down to the ground, how many heavenly cripples died early, and most of those who survived were disabled, or their hands and feet were ineffective or their IQ was low, and serious lifelong paralysis in bed was no different from the living dead.

He invited all the famous doctors, asked all the masters who could find it, and even the abbot of Songshan Temple tried it himself, but the result was still, no one had any way, Feng Zhiping's heavenly cripple had been determined to be incurable.

But this sword kind cured him, Feng Moxiu's shock was much heavier than Feng Zhiping's, and he almost immediately agreed with Feng Zhiping's statement, this is indeed an immortal treasure, and it is definitely not what the world should have.

The same as the sword species is the jade bead, he tried it, and no accident, he didn't try anything.

This bead is no different from an ordinary jade bead to him, and its condition is still very ordinary, but he doesn't dare to underestimate it, not because it is also from the hand of that Taoist priest, nor because of the strangeness that Feng Zhiping said, only the red rope that strings it makes him look down on it.

When playing, he secretly tried twice, and the red rope that was like an ordinary red thread was twisted into a constant drag, and he kept increasing his strength to ten percent, but the result was still, the red rope was safe and sound, and not even a single thread was broken.

Without trying with a knife, he hung the beads back on Feng Zhiping's chest, looking at his precious son with complicated eyes.

Seriously, he was jealous, and when he met the immortals, he also got two amazing immortal treasures, which were more powerful than the same, and it was false to say that he was not jealous.

But he is more proud, proud, and satisfied, because it was Feng Zhiping and his son Feng Zhiping who got these treasures!

From the time his beloved wife became pregnant, he was full of expectations for this child, because this was his first son-in-law, and it was also the child he planted in the tangible stage.

It is very difficult for a martial artist in the innate realm to reproduce, the higher the cultivation, the more difficult it is, the possibility of the formation period is similar to drinking water and plugging the teeth, and only by cultivating the martial soul can the fertility gradually recover, you can imagine how difficult it is for Feng Zhiping to appear.

According to past experience, if a martial artist of his realm can give birth to an heir, he is usually very talented, so Feng Zhiping has not yet been born, he has set him as the son, determined to teach what he has learned all his life, he firmly believes that this child is his best successor, better than the second Zhiyou.

Who would have thought that the sky would not obey people's wishes, Feng Zhiping was a crippled man, looking at his beloved wife who was tearful and blaming himself, he did not have the slightest anger, only deep guilt and self-blame.

Because he knows that the child's illness is not because of the mother, but because of him.

The children of congenital masters are usually better than ordinary children, but there are very few cases, because the gap between the husband and wife is too large, so that the fetus has undergone some bad changes in the process of growth, some will be stillborn, and some will be born smoothly, but the children born will have a variety of congenital hidden diseases, and the natural disability is the worst of them.

Therefore, he never blamed his wife, nor did he alienate Feng Zhiping, on the contrary, he loved this child very much, because of that unspeakable guilt, he loved him more than expected.

And Feng Zhiping is also a competitive person, not only his appearance and temper are most similar to him, but the tenacity and optimism in his temperament are even more profound in his spleen.

If he can't cultivate his internal skills, this kid will practice the external method, and he will practice his martial arts well, especially the swordsmanship, and he will often be surprised by the rapid progress, and then he will blame himself even more.

How many times did he wonder if this child wasn't a cripple?

If he could be more concerned and careful when his wife was pregnant, and ask a doctor to take care of the conditioning, would the result be different?

These are all things that have no answers, and every time he thinks about the result, it will only make him blame himself more, so he has become Tianyuan's famous foolish father, with two excellent sons who ignore the waste and pet alone, and Feng Zhiping has also become Tianyuan's famous waste young master, except for being a loser and playing tricks in Quanzhou City, he has never been out of the Dalian City Gate a few times since he was a child.

But now, God has opened his eyes, and his son has recovered.

Not only did he recover, but he also practiced a body of cultivation, and the speed of entering the country made him dare not recognize him as a father.

He doesn't care whether Feng Zhiping's cultivation is practiced by himself or by the sword seed, as long as his son is good, even if someone talks about the sword seed, what is the matter, if you have the ability, you will go to the gods and ask for a try?

If you can't do it, shut up!

Feng Moxiu had tears in his eyes, happy for his son, and even more grateful to that Taoist priest, especially Feng Zhiping.

It was the Taoist priest who made up for his regrets, it was he who had fulfilled his debts for more than ten years, not to mention that the other party was suspected of being a fairy, even if the other party was a mess of mud, he was no different from a fairy in his heart, thinking of the excitement, tears almost burst out of his eyes, he quickly stopped pretending to cough and blinked vigorously, so that he did not lose face in front of his son.

Feng Zhiping saw that his father was excited, guessed what he was thinking, and held his father's hand with emotion.

Feng Moxiu held him, raised his other hand and patted him on the hand, and was about to laugh a few words to resolve the embarrassment, but saw his baby son sniff and bow his head slightly.

"Dad, I have someone I like, and I want to get out of the marriage. ”