"Hey!"
"Ouch, you're finally back! Did you know that you've been worrying me so much these days?"
"I heard that the entire northwest is not peaceful now, especially the town guard's house. It's even more chaotic! The mountains are shaking and the ground is shaking, and it belongs to the demon king and demon emperor. It's really scary!"
"It's okay, okay, my son is still a whole person. He's back safely. God bless you, and our ancestors bless you!"
As soon as Yang Fan entered the house, his mother was surrounded by him and talked about it for a long time. She was tugging on his body and watching him come back with his beard and tail intact. Then he gradually became quiet, but his eye circles also became red.
She was really worried these days. She couldn't sleep well for several days in a row, and the bags under her eyes were much heavier.
"Okay, okay, my son is back safely. That's a good thing. Why cry?" Yang Chaoqun came out from the kitchen with a large bowl of egg noodles, scolded Zhao Linglan, and then looked at Yang Fan with a smile: "Fan You must be very hungry, come on, come on, dad has just laid the eggs for noodles, hurry up and put them on your hands!"
Yang Fan felt warm in his heart. It felt good to go home, and it felt even better to be greeted by his parents.
"Thank you mom, thank you dad!"
Seeing Yang Chaoqun placing a large bowl of egg noodles on the table in the hall, Yang Fan's greed was aroused. He thanked Yang's father and mother Yang, and then kissed Yang's mother's white face. , rushed to the table and started to eat noodles with big mouthfuls.
To be honest, Yang Chaoqun's current cooking skills are way behind Yang Fan's, but Yang Fan still tastes the egg noodles he made. I always feel that it contains endless memories of his childhood, and Yang's father. Not good at showing love for his son.
To put it more artistically, what Yang Fan is eating now is not noodles, but Yang’s father’s heart and endless family affection.
"You kid, you are so old and still so naughty!"
Zhao Linglan's mood suddenly became happy after being kissed by her son unexpectedly. She glanced proudly at the jealous Yang Chaoqun next to her, who was extremely arrogant.
Sure enough, my son is still the closest to her as a mother. Hehe, he just won't kiss you. He has a big beard on his face and will be disgusted by everyone!
Yang Chaoqun turned his head and pretended he didn't see it.
"How about it, son? Dad's craftsmanship is pretty good! This is a monster egg specially left for you. It's rich in spiritual power!"
Yang Chaoqun sat down opposite Yang Fan and watched Yang Fan wolfing down the food with a smile.
As a chef father, what Yang Chaoqun likes to do most in his life is to watch his children devour the meals he cooked with a satisfied look on his face.
"Nothing to say!" Yang Fan gave Yang Chaoqun a thumbs up while eating, "Dad's craftsmanship is getting better and better!"
Yang Chaoqun laughed heartily, his vanity instantly satisfied, and he couldn't help but proudly turned his head and glanced at Zhao Linglan, very proud.
Zhao Linglan rolled her eyes at him angrily. She is already so old, but she is still as childish as a child. If her son praises her, she will go to heaven, isn't it? What's so great!
Zhao Linglan also moved to sit down next to Yang Fan, and asked Yang Fan with concern: "Didn't I say that I would be back in a week at most? Why did it take so long? Seeing that the college entrance examination is about to take place the day after tomorrow, your dad and I are still I thought you wouldn’t be able to come back!”
"Also, why can't Mom see through your current level of cultivation?"
Zhao Linglan looked at Yang Fan curiously and asked softly: "Have you been promoted to a high-level martial arts master?"
Zhao Linglan is a second-level martial artist. Although her cultivation level is not high, she can be considered a great master in the eyes of ordinary people.
Now, even she could sense Yang Fan's specific cultivation energy and blood fluctuations, so it was inevitable that she wouldn't think too much about it.
"That's about it! I gained a lot from this trip to the garrison and made progress a little faster!"
Yang Fan nodded vaguely, not daring to tell the truth. He was afraid that after telling his true cultivation level, Yang's father and mother's little heart would not be able to bear it, and his blood pressure would skyrocket again.
"Okay, okay!" Zhao Linglan nodded happily and laughed heartily: "Hello, high-level martial artist, I will definitely be more confident in the college entrance examination! Maybe I can get into the top ten prestigious universities in the federation!"
"Yes, yes, Fan'er is much more promising than us. If he can really get into any of the top ten prestigious universities in the federation, his future achievements will definitely be huge!"
Yang Chaoqun's face also lit up with joy. His son was promising, and his father's face was also shining brightly.
No matter how loud the commotion outside is, in the hearts of Zhao Linglan and Yang Chaoqun, the college entrance examination is always a major event that can change Yang Fan's destiny.
Especially after Yang Fan showed them his current martial arts talent, Yang Chaoyue and his wife, who originally wanted to let Yang Fan stay in the store and continue the family business, suddenly became enthusiastic.
Since the son is destined to become a warrior, for ordinary families like them, the college entrance examination held by the federal government every year is undoubtedly more important.
Whether he can be admitted to a better martial arts university is related to his son Yang Fan's future achievements and future, so he cannot afford to be careless.
"Don't worry, parents, I am determined to win the college entrance examination this year!" Yang Fan reassured the two elders and said firmly: "As long as I want to, whether it is Beijing Wuhan University or Federal Wuhan University, they will all be my choice!"
This is really not bragging.
After all, Monk Hua, an old professor at Beijing Wuhan University, had invited Yang Fan more than once before, and even publicly stated that regardless of Yang Fan's college entrance examination results this year, as long as Yang Fan is willing, admission without examination is just a matter of open mouth.
"Yes, yes, I'm very confident!" Yang Chaoqun nodded with satisfaction, but finally confessed: "But we still have to take it seriously, and we must not be complacent, you know?"
"What do you know! What's wrong with being proud? If a person with real ability is proud, that's self-confidence. If a person without real ability is proud, that's complacency!"
Zhao Linglan rolled her eyes at Yang Chaoqun with dissatisfaction and said loudly: "My son is really capable. There is nothing wrong with being confident!"
Yang Chaoqun was dissatisfied: "You are such a loving mother but a loser!"
Zhao Linglan: "My son, I am happy!"
“…”
Chiliu! Chiliu!
While Yang Fan was eating noodles, he was watching the daily bickering between Yang's father and Yang's mother, which felt like a waste of money.
Having grown up in such a family environment, he has long been accustomed to the way Yang's father and mother interact with each other. Feifan doesn't find it annoying, and even feels a little warm.
Gudong! Gudong!
Three minutes later, a whole bowl filled with steaming water, including soup and noodles, was eaten by Yang Fan. A warm feeling spread throughout his body, which was refreshing.
Seeing clean teacups in front of the table, Yang Fan casually took two, and then with a thought, he directly poured ten drops of Millennium Spiritual Chalcedony into each cup, and then gave them to Yang Chaoqun and Zhao Linglan respectively.
"Dad, Mom, this is the souvenir I brought back to you two elders from the governor's mansion. Try it. It's delicious!"
Yang Fan didn't say what it was and handed it directly to the two elders.
Yang Chaoqun and Zhao Linglan took it out of curiosity and lowered their heads to take a look inside the cup. The transparent liquid inside glowed with a faint white light and could only cover the bottom of the cup. It was not enough to fill a mouthful.
"It can't be a good wine. It looks good, but it's just missing a little bit."
Yang Chaoqun put the cup to his nose and sniffed, feeling a faint fragrance coming out of the cup, which made people feel refreshed.
"It's a souvenir from the governor's mansion. It's a little lacking, but it tastes really good. Try it quickly!"
Yang Fan didn't explain much and urged softly.
Yang Chaoqun and Zhao Linglan didn't hesitate, they raised their necks and drank the thousand-year-old chalcedony in the cup.
"Fan'er, this is..."
"What a strong spiritual power! No, it seems a little bloated!"
As soon as the spirit chalcedony was in their stomachs, Yang Chaoqun and Zhao Linglan felt a burst of swelling and pain in their lower abdominal Dantian. Without saying anything, they sat on the chairs and entered a state of trance.
The skills are running, constantly absorbing and refining, introducing the endless spiritual power from the thousand-year spiritual jade marrow into the body, becoming part of their own Qi and blood cultivation.
Ten drops of spiritual chalcedony is the limit that they can absorb and refine now. If there are any more, there is a risk that they will be exploded by the spiritual power.
Yang Fan's spiritual thoughts swept over the bodies of the two elders, and he felt a little at ease when he saw that they were completely in trance and that the spiritual power in their bodies was just within the limits of what they could bear.
Now, he is no longer what he used to be, and the resources in the storage space are also abundant. Naturally, he has to put his parents' cultivation into the country on the agenda.
In the apocalypse, strength is the foundation of all stability. Yang Fan doesn't want his parents to be in danger due to lack of strength when he is no longer with them.
The Millennium Spiritual Chalcedony has mild and gentle effects. Not only is it rich in spiritual power, but it can also improve a warrior's physique to a certain extent. It is suitable for low-level warriors like Yang's father and Yang's mother.
boom!
The spiritual energy in the air vibrated slightly.
In just a moment, Yang's mother, Zhao Linglan, successfully broke through the bottleneck of cultivation that had troubled her for many years, and stepped into the third level of martial arts master in one fell swoop.
after.
Yang Chaoqun also successfully broke through and directly entered the second level of martial arts master.
Yang Fan breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the effect was quite good. The two elders had successfully used the effect of the Millennium Spiritual Chalcedony to advance their martial arts cultivation to another level. It seemed that their martial arts talents were not as bad as imagined.
"Squeak!"
"Master, you are finally back!"
With a swish, a white stream of light flew down from upstairs and rushed to Yang Fan's shoulder. The Soul-eating Rat looked at Yang Fan with great excitement, feeling a little like crying with joy, and even spoke with a trembling voice.
"Master, Xiao Jinke has been waiting for you to come back. Xiao Jinke has been bullied badly these days. You must avenge Xiao Jin!"
As soon as he opened his mouth, the Soul-Eating Rat began to complain to Yang Fan, as if he were seeing a long-lost relative, with an angry and aggrieved look on his face, and a pair of rat eyes that were red and watery.
The corner of Yang Fan's mouth twitched. No wonder he felt that the color was wrong just now. It turned out that this silly mouse was covered with bandages, covering up all its golden hair.
What type of situation is this
The Soul-Eating Rat is now at the level of a fifth-level demon general. How could he be so miserable in Xichu City
(End of chapter)