Seeing that Feng Ling's fiery red eyebrows slowly tended to fall upside down, Chu Yun's eyes rolled, and he immediately pretended to have a sincere and frightened expression, threw the thick holy book on the ground casually, and bent down to apologize sincerely: "Mother, don't be angry, the child knows that he is wrong!"

Yan Fengling is already very familiar with his child's temperament, but whenever this guy's eyes roll wildly, he must have a ghost mind, there is no doubt that this reproach has been taken as a deaf ear, and the so-called sincere apology is nothing more than a trick that this kid has tried and tried repeatedly to avoid punishment.

The son is so lazy, and there is no good way to be a mother.

However, this guy actually threw the holy book on the ground casually, and it was really an unforgivable sin! Such an act of disrespecting the gods must not be condoned.

Yan Fengling raised her palm and slapped it fiercely at Chu Yun's buttocks, but when it landed on the flesh, she had already lost her strength, and there was a soft 'poof', not even a trace of dust was disturbed.

"My mother-in-law, it hurts me to death, and my ass is blooming!" Chu Yun jumped three feet high, his mouth aching, and his expression was extremely exaggerated.

Although he knew that his son was pretending, but seeing this kid's painful expression, Yan Fengling felt sour in his heart for no reason, and reprimanded: "Stinky boy, don't pretend to be pitiful in front of the old lady! Don't go to play with Tie Niu and them, but come to harm my holy book! If there is any defacement, be careful of your flesh and skin!"

The trick was recognized, and Chu Yun stopped performing. However, he obviously didn't take Yan Fengling's intimidation to heart, "Mother, I'm not interested in this broken book! What kind of god, Lord! It's all deceitful, boring!"

"God of Yan bless!My son is young, talking nonsense!Yan Fengling should fast and atone for his sins, and please don't blame him for the God of Fire!" The son insulted the gods, Yan Fengling was angry in his heart, and couldn't help but knock a shudder on Chu Yun's big round brain, and then put his hands together and prayed with words!

Taking advantage of Yan Fengling's devotion to pray with her head down, and she had no time to be distracted, the corners of Chu Yun's mouth twitched, revealing a disapproving expression.

Obviously, this guy doesn't have the slightest reverence for the religion of these gods and spirits.

Seeing that Yan Fengling finished praying and was about to raise his head, Chu Yun's jaw moved, and the muscles on his face immediately relaxed, and his disdainful expression instantly changed to sincere fear. This kid's kung fu to change his face has been perfected.

Yan Fengling said, "Yun'er, you are not allowed to talk nonsense and blaspheme the gods in the future!"

"Remember, O god of fire, please forgive me for being a lost child!" Chu Yun didn't think so, but he pretended to be serious, and prayed in the tone of the saint in the clan, and his expression was extremely funny, which immediately dispelled Yan Fengling's anger.

Yan Fengling's jade face turned clear, and the little guy was obsessed again, "Mother, why is the content of the last page of this holy book so strange? Obviously, these things are familiar to you, but why have you never told Yun'er?"

"Spaceship, Earth!" The dusty memory was suddenly opened, and Yan Fengling suddenly fell into deep thought, and actually forgot to answer his son's question.

Yan Fengling fell into deep thought, and it wasn't until Chu Yun called out many times that he suddenly woke up. only to find that he was sitting back in front of the loom unconsciously, but Chu Yun, a lazy boy, had already climbed up to his knees, and was looking at himself with big eyes and a look of concern.

This guy is actually very cute when he is well-behaved!

Feeling her son's concern, Yan Fengling's heart warmed, and she opened her arms and hugged her in her arms, her fiery red eyes were moist like a veil and mist.

Feng Ling hugged her son, exuding the brilliance of motherhood, and muttered for a long time, as if she had made an important decision, she pursed the corners of her mouth and looked directly into Chu Yun's eyes and said: "Yun'er, you are already six years old this year! You can be regarded as a strong man, and it is time for you to know something!"

Chu Yun suddenly became excited, "Ou Ye, what's the secret, please tell Yun'er quickly!"

"Three years ago, Yun'er failed the spiritual root test in the clan, and he was destined to be unable to cultivate in this life. Since then, you have stopped playing with your original partners, presumably you have always been obsessed with this matter, right?" Feng Ling held Chu Yun's chubby chin with her right palm, and her pale red pupils flashed with a strange brilliance, as if she wanted to see through her son's heart.

Under Feng Ling's penetrating gaze, Chu Yun became inexplicably flustered, but he defended himself: "What is there to worry about, if you can't cultivate, you can't cultivate, we have a population of hundreds of thousands, and there are less than 100 immortal cultivators who can cultivate, no more than me, no less than me." ”

"You kid, it's clear that you're still a child, but you just pretend to see through the world, it's really funny!" Feng Ling lightly touched Chu Yun's forehead, "Remember, our mother and mother depend on each other, no matter when, you must remember that in this world, you are a debt that your mother can't throw away." You have to take good care of yourself, don't let your mother worry about you! You have carefully observed that your playmates are very good-natured, but don't give them up easily. ”

Chu Yun pursed his lips, "Those boys are too naïve, they don't have the slightest sense of accomplishment in bullying them, how can Yun'er have that idle kung fu." ”

Feng Ling said: "Whether you play with them or not, my mother needs to let you understand that the spiritual root test three years ago has long passed, since you can't cultivate, then be a mortal in a down-to-earth manner, mortals also have the happiness of mortals, haven't you been very happy for your neighbors all these years?

Chu Yun had a disdainful expression: "If you can't cultivate, you can't cultivate, what's the big deal!" How rare are you to be a child? What do you mean to be a disaster for your neighbors, mother, don't you wronged your children!"

It is not uncommon for Chu Yun to say in his mouth. However, a six-year-old child has something in his heart, but how can he hide it from the eyes of adults.

Seeing that in the depths of his son's eyes, the color of loss flashed away, Yan Fengling's heart seemed to be stabbed by the tip of a needle, and even his lips trembled slightly, and he sighed: "There are too many children in our Yan clan who have no spiritual roots and can't cultivate, don't they all live happily ever after." ”

Hearing his mother's words of relief, Chu Yun was not relieved, but straightened his spine and stubbornly raised his head, his eyes full of stubbornness that did not admit defeat!

Seeing her son's almost paranoid stubbornness, Feng Ling's heart ached, and she secretly thought to herself: As the former saintess of the Yan clan, it goes without saying that the purity of the fire spirit root in my blood and the excellence of my cultivation talent are needless to say. Generally speaking, my direct descendants can inherit a quarter of the bloodline spiritual power at the least, which is enough to cultivate. But poor Yun'er, not to mention the five elements of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth in his body, and the values of these five spirit roots are very balanced, based on the principle of the five elements, such a spirit root can be called a waste, and the possibility of success in cultivating immortals is almost none. Could it be that this is the Vulcan's punishment for my unchastity?

As the son of a saintess, with the common sense of bloodline inheritance, Chu Yun should have an excellent spiritual root. But unexpectedly, this guy's spiritual roots are so bad, the five elements spiritual roots are complete, and there is no possibility of cultivating any immortal methods at all.

The test was personally presided over by the respected patriarch Yan Dansong, and it was repeated twice, and there was absolutely no possibility of a fallacy!

Since then, the matter of the spiritual root has become Chu Yun's heart disease.

Chu Yun has been smart since he was a child, and as the son of a holy daughter, he is deeply loved by the clan, and his status is not inferior to that of the son of the patriarch. Yan Fengling treats people well and cultivates profoundly, and from time to time, people who have cultivated immortals come to ask for advice on immortal methods. Ping Suri was exposed to it, and he was able to see the fire immortal art that the Yan clan was best at early.

Immortal cultivators who practice the peak of Qi go one step further and are foundation building monks, who can stand in the void and practice the Yan Clan's technique "Fire Wing Technique" - using fire to turn into wings and soar freely between the sky, faster than a bird.

When will I, Chu Yun, be able to build a foundation and successfully practice the Fire Wing Technique, and fly high like a bird?

Becoming an immortal cultivator and guarding the safety of the clan has been Chu Yun's dream since he was a child.

Ever since he was two years old, Chu Yun had already made a great wish to cultivate in his heart. When he was only three years old, he began to cultivate after the Holy Sacrifice bloodline in the clan awakened. Unexpectedly, it backfired, his spiritual root was extremely different, and there was no possibility of cultivation at all.

The result was so cruel that not only Chu Yun couldn't accept it, but Feng Ling was also hit hard. Monks in the middle stage of foundation building have long been immune to cold and heat, and they will not easily get sick. But at the moment when the test results appeared, Feng Ling couldn't help but spew out a mouthful of reverse blood, and then fell seriously ill, and because of his unstable mood, in the following years, his cultivation stayed at the fifth level of foundation building, and he never made the slightest progress.