I can't cultivate, but I was forced to rectify the realm of comprehension

Seeing old man Qi's dimmed face, Chi Chi didn't bother to talk to him anymore.

"Let my eldest grandson go to the Lingbao Hall, and go out for a walk if there is nothing to do, how dangerous is it?"

"I still have to discuss it with the child's mother"

In Fan Xuefeng's heart, he was both willing and unwilling, maybe all the fathers in the world are like this, they extremely hope that their sons will become successful, but they don't want their sons to be in danger or be bullied.Where there are spirit treasures, there are pretenders nearby, and they will burp if they are not careful.

"Go back and discuss it. This is the way. I don't know if there will be chances. It's better than staying at home every day." Chi Chi put down his legs, picked up the tea bowl, blew on the floating tea leaves, took a sip of tea, and Leave them alone.

Before sunset, Fan Xuefeng returned home and discussed with his wife the suggestion of his master, but Lan Aoer agreed without even thinking about it.

"Hey, aren't you worried that your son will be in danger outside?" Fan Xuefeng asked in surprise

"Worried about him?" Lan Ao'er chuckled, with an obvious look of contempt on her face, "He's better than you, so worrying about your son might as well be worrying about yourself."

"You... hey..." Fan Xuefeng's self-esteem was hit, but he couldn't refute it.

I patted my lame leg, thinking about it, I was abused like a dog, and my son just came up and killed him in seconds

If it weren't for his son, his own legs would have been crippled, and his master would definitely die.

What the master said was right, and what the wife said was also right. In case of danger, he, Fan Xuefeng, would die, but his son, Fan Ren, might not be safe.

"Okay, since you have no objection, I will take my son to go through the formalities tomorrow?"

It wasn't that Fan Xuefeng compromised, but he also hoped that Fan Ren could go out, and if he had a chance, maybe everything would change.

He has been moaning and chirping, but he can't let it go in his heart and needs someone to help him sort it out. This person is his wife. In a word, his wife is as low as thousands of troops. No matter how much others say, it is not as light as his wife. In a word, feel at ease.

After finishing speaking, Fan Xuefeng walked into the bedroom of the two brothers Fan Ren and told Fan Ren what the adults thought, but Fan Ren directly refused, unwilling to go.

This surprised Fan Xuefeng, "Why?"

"You all have cultivation bases, so what should I do if you fly directly to somewhere?" Fan Ren's thoughts were not surprising.

Cultivators have flying swords, and they can ride clouds and fog. He has a mortal body, and he can find a spirit treasure, ranging from a few hundred miles to thousands of miles. He has no planes or cars, so he relies on two legs ?
It is estimated that he will have to travel for a month to find something, and he doesn't want to be away from his family for such a long time.

"Oh, that's it? You can go together, and you don't have to run away if you go with the same door," Fan Xuefeng explained

"Then I don't want to go..."

"Son, let me tell you"

Fan Xuefeng once again explained his interests to Fan Ren earnestly, and tried his best to enlighten Fan Ren, but Fan Ren was unwilling to go no matter what.

"Son, are you really unwilling to go?" Fan Xuefeng suddenly had a smirk on his face.

"I've said it all. I can't run. If I go back and forth for hundreds of thousands of miles, if I walk for a whole year, will I meet the opportunity you mentioned?"

"Lingbaotang, you will regret it if you don't go"

"What are you regretting, don't go?" Fan Ren's attitude was firm, and he was frowning impatiently at this moment.

"Oh, that's fine. If you don't go, you will be pulled down. I will tell your father-in-law directly that you just don't go. You can go to sleep."

Fan Xuefeng stood up, patted his buttocks, and wanted to go outside.

When Fan Ren heard about the old man, he suddenly thought that Wen Yongyan, the old man, is the elder of the Lingbao Hall, and Wen Jun is also in the Lingbao Hall, how could he forget this.

"Then what, Dad, can I go treasure hunting with Wen Jun?" Fan Ren asked awkwardly
"If you don't go, you are looking for a treasure with Wenjun"

"Uh...Father...then what..." Fan Ren scratched his head and compromised.

The next day, the father and son went back to Liuren Gate for the entrance ceremony, and then went to the Lingbao Hall to go through the entry procedures and received a token similar to mutton fat jade. This token is not only an identity certificate but also a walkie-talkie. I just don't know if Fan Ren can use it. He has no cultivation and can't vent his true energy.

In addition, there is a set of school-style clothes and a tool kit, which contains a first-aid kit with various pills, a fire book, a compass, and so on.

Looking at the things in the tool bag, Fan Ren muttered. When a cultivator finds a Lingbao, shouldn't he sense the breath, or see the aura, and then fly over to catch the Lingbao? Things, he felt that he had been tricked into a gang of tomb robbers. In desperation, he muttered and put the tool bag into the ring.

While going through the formalities, several monks from the Lingbao Hall ran out quickly, sacrificing their flying swords and flying away, as if they were in an emergency, and there were monks who rushed out in such a hurry.

At this time, Fan Ren was recording his identity information, and it was operated by a deacon with high cheekbones and slightly buck teeth in Lingbao Hall. He poured all kinds of information about Fan Ren into the prescribed jade tablet with true energy.

Fan Xuefeng, who was accompanying him, saw the monk rushing out, and started to look around to meddle in his own business. He was just about to ask a disciple of the Lingbao Hall, when he saw Wen Yongyan rushing out from the inner hall, and hurried up to ask.

"Mosquito, what's the matter today?" Fan Xuefeng asked while pointing his finger at the disciple who kept flying with the sacrificial sword.

"Oh... let's go save people." Wen Yongyan's face was flustered, he was very urgent, and he didn't want to say more, as soon as he threw away the words, he hurried out of the hall.

He had been dispatching troops and generals just now, and it was almost time for him to set off. Obviously, something serious happened outside that would kill people, so he wanted to go.

"Hey...don't worry, what's the matter, can I help?" Fan Xuefeng also walked out.

"Something happened to Mr. Wen, walk around, talk while walking." Wen Yongyan walked faster and faster.

"Ah? What's going on?" The two walked outside the hall, Ji Feijian flew away, and Fan Xuefeng followed.

In desperation, both of them forgot about Fan Ren.

Fan Ren, who finished the formalities, turned around and disappeared from his father. He asked the deacon with high cheekbones, but the deacon was only focused on the work at hand and didn't pay attention to what happened.Since he is already a disciple of Lingbao Hall, this place is unimpeded for him, so he searched a few places by himself, but he couldn't find his father, so he started to wander around by himself.

This ruined Lingbao hall has poor walls on all sides, and there is not even a single inscription on the wall. There is only a piece of Bai Yaya's wall, and a shabby wooden screen blocks the back door of the lobby. Go around the screen and cross the threshold to the back hall. There are four white walls here again, and there are just a few more futons on the ground, but the air is filled with the smell of high-end aromatherapy.

There is a small flower bed between the front hall and the back hall, with aisles on both sides, and the aisle extends out, which is the monk's residence.

At the door of each room, they stretched out their heads like thieves, looking in, wanting to see which room is Wen Jun's.

"Fan Ren, where are you, come out quickly"

Dad's voice came from the lobby outside, the lobby was empty and the voice seemed very loud
Fan Ren retracted his neck, hurried out, joined his father, and met him in front of the flower bed.

Without saying a word, Fan Xuefeng took out his flying sword, grabbed Fan Ren's arm, stood up, and flew out in the air.

"Father, what's the matter, what's the matter, so urgent?" Fan Ren supported his father's shoulders with both hands, and asked loudly in his ear. He was flying fast, and the air current was very loud. He was afraid that his father would not hear him, so he shouted very loudly. high.

"Fuck, I'm not deaf, please keep your voice down"

Fan Xuefeng was so shaken by his voice that his eardrums itch, he clasped his ears with his hands, and replied:
"Take you to save your wife"

"Ah? Then you fly quickly"

Fan Ren was startled, and immediately realized that Wen Jun was in danger

"What's up with her?"

"I do not know"

"..." Fan Ren really wanted to push his father down.

"Your father-in-law didn't say anything, you'll know when you go." Fan Xuefeng was in front, his mouth was full of air, and he shouted with great effort.

"You know the place?"

"do not know"

"..." Fan Ren's desire to push his father down became heavier.

"I probably know the location, so I went to look for it."

Fan Xuefeng explained, but actually he didn't want to explain, because when he opened his mouth, a lot of air was poured into his mouth, which made his stomach feel bloated.

The two of them flew for about an hour, and it was estimated that they flew four to five thousand miles. They passed countless mountains and rivers, and finally hovered over a huge Wanghu Lake.

"Are you here?" Fan Ren asked
"Yes, it's near the Xianjiang River, what your father-in-law said"

It turns out that the big lake below is called Xianjiang, and the surface of the lake is tens of miles long, and it takes four to five hundred miles to run around it.When he found it, Fan Ren became a little impatient.

"Father, fly higher." The higher you fly, the wider your field of vision will be.

"It's almost done, no matter how high I am, I can't fly." After saying that, Fan Xuefeng still increased his flying height by tens of meters.

Fan Ren didn't say anything else, talking to his father would make people mad.

He looked around, trying his best to find some obvious white within the visible range.

Because the lake water is blue, the ground is green, and the clothes of Liurenmen are white, the color contrast is easy to spot.

Flying around the Xianjiang River twice, no one was found, and both father and son were muttering in their hearts.

What Fan Xuefeng thought in his heart was: It shouldn't be, why can't he see anyone?Could it be that the entire army was annihilated and eaten by monsters?

What Fan Ren thought in his heart was that his father was out of tune, he must have made a mistake.

"Father, have you made a mistake?"

"It's not wrong, don't worry, it must be here."

"What about them?"

"I don't know, look for it, it's impossible that there are no traces."

Suddenly Fan Ren grabbed Dad's right arm and pulled it to the right, shouting, "Dad fly back, they are over there."

Fan Xuefeng was pulled, his body staggered, and the flying sword under his feet was unsteady, and he cursed

"Do you want to die?"

Fan Xuefeng stopped flying, stopped in the air, and looked in the direction Fan Ren pointed, which was in the mountains beside the Xianjiang River, but he didn't see anything.

"Where? What did you see?"

"Just now, there was a flash of light in the valley over there. I think they should be over there." Fan Ren explained
It turned out to be in the col, that is, the gap between the two mountains. No wonder I searched around the Xianjiang River twice but couldn't find it. It turned out that I entered the mountain.

Fan Xuefeng activated the flying sword and flew in that direction. After flying for about twenty miles, he smelled the smell of blood, heard the sound of killing, and saw the light that Fan Ren mentioned, which was the aura of light emitted by the monks.

Flying close to the top of the crowd, looking down, there was a man in a black robe, surrounded by disciples of the Liuren Sect. The man was waist-length with black hair interspersed with strands of silver hair. He was tall and thin, holding a long snake-shaped sword. , there were already more than a dozen Liurenmen monks lying there, motionless, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.

The father and son lowered their flying swords, Fan Xuefeng blocked Fan Ren behind him, and stood outside the encirclement.

Fan Ren actually disliked his father standing in front of him. Although he knew it was his protection, he wanted to stand in front of his father, but he was a master of cultivation. Under such circumstances, it was better to stand in front of his father , will be beaten by the old man first.

He took a step across and stood side by side with his father. Fan Xuefeng turned his head and took a look, but didn't say anything.

Fan Ren kept searching in the crowd. After searching, he didn't see Wen Jun, only Wen Yongyan, holding a sword on the ground, covering his right chest with his left hand, standing opposite the black-robed man with a pale face covered in cold sweat.

"Father, where is Mr. Wen?" Fan Ren shouted loudly.

"What are you shouting, I'm not deaf"

Fan Xuefeng who was standing next to him was taken aback, he was standing next to Fan Ren, did he need to shout like that?

Looking back, Fan Ren didn't yell at him, but Wen Yongyan. His frown, which was originally frowning, relaxed.

That day, Yanchi was at Fan's house, and he had already made the decision on the marriage of the two families, and the two parents also agreed, although there was no banquet yet, in other words, it's not bad for Fan Ren to call Wen Yongyan's father now.