The sword cultivator ascended to the modern age

Shen Zhiyi went to the company early in the morning, and Tang Xingman and two aunts were at home. When Ling Yun came in from the gate, Tang Xingman was having breakfast. Today's breakfast was different from the Shen family's usual dishes, and was more Western-style.

When Tang Xingman saw Ling Yun coming back, her eyes were filled with joy, "Ling Yun, you're back!"

The signed photos that followed Shen Yi home yesterday are still hidden under her pillow.

Thinking of those photos, the smile on Tang Xingman's face became brighter, "Have you eaten?"

"This is it?" Ling Yun glanced at the black liquid in the cup. It was quite fragrant.

Tang Xingman understood and poured another cup and handed it to Ling Yun, "Try it?"

Ling Yun took a sip lightly, and a bitter taste hit her mouth. She put the cup on the table, "Bitter."

Tang Xingman chuckled, "That's right, it's bitter. This is black coffee."

"Coffee?" Ling Yun's eyes were filled with clear confusion, which made Tang Xingman feel soft in her heart. What a nice little girl.

She subconsciously took a strawberry and handed it to Ling Yun's mouth, smiling gently, "Here, eat something sweet to taste it."

The sudden movement made Ling Yun a little uncomfortable, but she still opened her mouth and took a bite. Tang Xingman was already elated. The little girl asked her to feed it, and she showed off to Old Shen soon.

"How is it? Is it sweet?" Tang Xingman looked at Ling Yun expectantly.

"It's okay." Ling Yun chewed and tasted it carefully. There was no sweetness at all, but it was quite sour.

Tang Xingman also took one and swallowed it in one gulp, sweet! As sweet as a little girl.

She took the strawberries into the kitchen. When she brought them out again, the whole plate of strawberries was full of strawberries. "Ling Yun, eat more."

"it is good."

It was already noon when Shen Yi woke up. He rubbed his eyes and went downstairs. He looked at Ling Yun who was sitting downstairs. He first had a look of surprise on his face, and then he ran up again in a hurry.

"???" Ling Yun's face was full of doubts.

"Ling Yun, don't worry about him, just protect his image." Tang Xingman continued to feed Ling Yun, not caring about his son at all.

Image? Ling Yun was even more confused. Wasn't her family's image very good? She feels pretty good with or without clothes.

"Keep eating, it will take a while." Tang Xingman became addicted to feeding, and after a while he fed Ling Yun a few mouthfuls of strawberries. Ling Yun was not used to it at the beginning, but now he has become accustomed to opening his mouth.

Finally, after a long time, when all the episodes of the TV series were finished, Shen Yi came down from upstairs. Ling Yun looked at his family, except that his hair was no longer curled up, the stubble on his face was shaved clean, and his clothes were also changed. Except, there are no other changes.

Shen Yi sat down next to Ling Yun and picked up the fork on the table. Tang Xingman patted his hand, "Yours is in the kitchen."

Shen Yi was obedient and ran to the kitchen. After a while, he brought out a plate of strawberries without tips and asked, "Mom, where are the strawberries with tips?"

Ling Yun handed him the plate on the table, "Here you go."

Tang Xingman took the plate with quick eyes and hands, and continued to feed with a fork, "No, no, no, Ling Yun, you eat, ah~"

Shen Yi felt a little unhappy for no reason. He held up his fork and forked a strawberry tip and handed it to Ling Yun, "Ling Yun, eat mine!"

Tang Xingman glared at him, and when she looked at Ling Yun, her eyes became much gentler, "Ling Yun, eat this, this is sweet!"

Unexpectedly, Shen Yi opened his mouth and swallowed the one in Tang Xingman's hand. Tang Xingman picked up the feather duster on the side with a look of embarrassment. When Shen Yi saw his mother holding a weapon, he jumped out like a monkey.

Now the two feeding officers stopped feeding. Ling Yun held the fork and waved it casually, and a painting appeared on the coffee table, which was the one painted by Jiang Ziqing.

This is an ink painting based on landscapes. It is woven together with distant mountains, water waves, boats, and clouds and smoke. Ling Yun looked at the painting in his hands quietly. He did not expect that Jiang Ziqing was quite good at painting at such a young age.

The Shen mother and son stopped chasing at some point. Shen Yi sat down on the sofa and naturally covered Ling Yun's hand, breathing heavily, "Ling Yun, is this a painting by Jiang Ziqing?"

Ling Yun lowered his eyes and responded, "Yeah."

Tang Xingman stood aside with a water glass, glanced at the painting and said casually: "This place looks familiar."

Ling Yun and Shen Yi looked up at her sideways, with the same doubts in their expressions. Shen Yi asked: "Mom, have you seen this?!"

"Let me think about it." Tang Xingman took a sip of water, fumbled with the cup of noodles, and fell into deep thought.

"Wait a minute!" She seemed to remember something and ran upstairs. Within a moment, she ran down with a picture album in her hand.

She sat next to Ling Yun and opened the album, revealing the first sketch inside. She pointed at the sketch and said, "Look!"

"And this one." Tang Xingman took out another one.

Ling Yun put the ink painting and these sketches together, and the whole picture that appeared made her heart skip a beat. This was...

Shen Yi felt Ling Yun's slightly trembling hands, and he also became nervous, "Ling Yun? Is there anything wrong with this painting?"

Ling Yun frowned, and she rubbed her temples with a solemn expression, "This is Frost Moon."

Shen Yi looked blank, "What?"

Ling Yun did not answer Shen Yi's question. She stared at the painting for a moment, then looked at Tang Xingman with a serious face, "Auntie, who painted this?"

Tang Xingman was also led to say nervously: "This is what my eldest sister painted."

Tang Xingman's words made Ling Yun's brows furrow deeper. This Frost Moon Sword is a divine sword without an owner. It has been kept in the Tianjian Sect's sword tomb all year round. How could it appear here? !

Shen Yi's mind was still confused, and he asked puzzledly: "How can you tell this?"

Ling Yun pointed at the sketch, "This."

"The sun?" Shen Yi turned to look at her, his eyes were extremely clear. Tang Xingman slapped his forehead and said in a tone of hatred, "Silly boy, this is the full moon."

Ling Yun nodded and explained to his Chen Yuan, "Exactly, the Frost Moon Sword can absorb the power of the moon between heaven and earth."

The more he explained, the more confused he became. Shen Yi became even more confused, with clear eyes like a newborn baby, "But there's more than just the moon?"

"No." Ling Yun shook his head and laughed. The Hua Guang Sword appeared in mid-air. In Tang Xingman's astonished eyes, the Hua Guang Sword flashed with sword light. The entire painting suddenly changed, and a silver-blue long sword appeared in the painting.

Shen Yi jumped on the sofa and pointed at the painting, "This...is this?!"

Ling Yun looked calm and his brows gradually relaxed, "This is the head of the phantom sword - the Frost Moon Sword."

Shen Yi stared at Ling Yun with bright eyes, "What was the Hua Guangjian just now?"

Ling Yun tightened his hand and whispered to him: "I'll talk to him when I get back."

Tang Xingman finally recovered from the shock and said with excitement, "That's so cool!!"

She couldn't wait to ask: "Where is this sword?"

Ling Yun shook his head, "I don't know."

Shen Yi curled his lips next to him. Ling Yun didn't look like he didn't know anything about it. It seemed like he was just using it to fend off his mother.

Ling Yun glanced at the paintings and asked rather embarrassedly: "Auntie, these paintings..."

Before she finished speaking, Tang Xingman stuffed the paintings into her arms, "Here you go, be careful not to damage them."

"Thank you." Ling Yun thanked him, stood up and yawned.

Tang Xingman looked distressed and said, "Go upstairs and have a rest."