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Gong Ran said faithfully, "What's the matter? What happened? Isn't it a good thing to cultivate the spiritual root? Why can't it be cultivated?"

Feng Changdong gritted his teeth and said, "It's too late to explain now, anyway, take me to Yizhen first, I must stop him!"

"Okay, come with me..." Gong Ranzhong was about to take Feng Changdong in, but old man Gong suddenly said, "Wait a minute."

Feng Changdong said anxiously, "Father-in-law, it's not that I'm being disrespectful, it's that the situation is urgent, I..."

"Don't think too much, I don't mean to stop you." Mr. Gong looked at the table in front of him, and said slowly, "I just want to tell you that Yizhen is already repairing the pieces."

"Then I'm going to stop him now!"

"The process of cultivation requires spiritual instillation, supplemented by mental methods. This mental method is extremely difficult, and requires one to calm down and concentrate. If someone disturbs—" Old Man Gong looked at Feng Changdong, "it is a dead end."

Feng Changdong was taken aback.

Mr. Gong said, "It's not that I want to stop you, but you have to think about it yourself, whether you want to push the door in and kill your son with your own hands."

Mr. Gong said word by word, slowly, "You already killed Xiuxiu back then, now, are you going to kill Xiuxiu's own son with your own hands?"

For the first time, Feng Changdong felt that raising his legs was such a difficult thing.

He knew that old man Gong didn't like him, but he knew very well that old man Gong wouldn't use this matter to magnify it to scare him.

So this must be true.

He... how to choose?

Mr. Gong said it lightly, but Kang Zhuang listened in shock.

He looked at Feng Changdong's voice, this middle-aged man who was usually gentle and polite, stood there like a dead tree.

Mr. Gong took the tea again.

The living room was very quiet, even the first aunt, the second aunt, and Gong Lin, who were packing things over there, lowered their voices. In the whole living room, only the sound of Mr. Gong drinking tea could be heard.

Feng Changdong didn't move.

Everyone is waiting for him to make a decision.

Mr. Gong put down his teacup and said, "You know, most of the people in the world of celestial masters don't like your Feng family."

Feng Changdong lowered his head and said, "Is it because of...?"

"Yes." Mr. Gong affirmed, "We all understand, and we also understand what you are carrying. Even if I hate you, I still... admire you."

"I admire you," Mr. Gong said so softly that he could hardly hear it.

"When you are young, everyone has dreams and wants to do something. After becoming a parent, I realized that the safety of the child is more important than anything else. I would rather throw out this old bone myself than my children suffer. "

Feng Changdong lowered his head and said, "I'm sorry for Xiuxiu."

"You didn't do anything wrong. As a father, I don't like you. But as a member of the Celestial Masters, what you did is much more correct than what I did." Mr. Gong lowered his eyes and said, "Go, I'm not going to stop you. If what Yizhen does will make you and Xiuxiu's efforts fall short, then go and stop it. Anyway, if you die sooner or later, isn't it all death?"

Feng Changdong closed his eyes, opened them again, raised his legs and said, "Second brother, please lead the way."

Gong Ranzhong hesitated, "This..."

Feng Changdong repeated again, "Second brother, lead the way."

Gong Ranzhong had no choice but to sigh, "Come, this way."

Kang Zhuang also stood up and said, "Old man, I want to go over and take a look."

Mr. Gong also moved, he said slowly, "Let's go, I'll be with you. My grandson is going to die, I have to see him for the last time."

Gong Ranzhong led Feng Changdong all the way to the door of the study.

Gong Ranhui, who was smoking outside the corridor, saw several people, threw the cigarettes into the trash can in the house, and came out, "What's the matter? Why is Changdong here?"

Mr. Gong said, "He came to kill his son."

Gong Ranhui was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to answer.

Gong Ranzhong pointed to the study room, and said softly, "Changdong... Yi... Yi is really inside." He hesitated again, "You..."

He wanted to persuade, but he didn't know how to persuade.

All celestial masters, even those who stopped practicing halfway like him, know what the Feng family is burdened with, so he has no position to persuade them.Even if this is his own nephew, he dare not persuade him.

Feng Changdong took two steps towards the door.

Gong's house is an old house, and even the decoration added later is in Chinese style.This study room was the earliest house of the Gong family. Later, the Gong family bought other surrounding land and connected it with other places with corridors.

Feng Changdong and the others are standing in this corridor now.

The four of them fixed their eyes on Feng Changdong and watched him slowly raise his hand.

Feng Changdong put his hand on the door frame.

Feng Yizhen was really cultivating the spiritual root inside, and Feng Changdong could feel the spiritual power circulating in the room through the door, it was strong and stable.

A small group of uncontrolled spiritual power squeezed out from the crack of the door. Seeing Feng Changdong seemed a little joyful, he circled his little finger gently in a circle, and then disappeared into the world because there was no master.

Feng Changdong suddenly felt his nose sore.

He slowly lowered his hand and took a silent step back.

He compromised.

He can't.

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As long as there is a steady stream of spiritual power and a method, repairing the spiritual root is not difficult.

But when those fragments became a complete whole lying in Feng Yizhen's palm.Feng Yizhen felt the faint spiritual fluctuations above, and finally understood the true meaning of the word ecstatic.

Feng Yi really couldn't help but look at the spirit root in his hand as if appreciating a work of art, and said to himself, "It's a little thing like you, so many monsters snatch it, and it hurts you." I've been looking for it for so long."

When I looked up, the sky outside the window was already dark, I didn’t eat anything at night, and I don’t know how long it has been, I didn’t think about it so much when I was concentrating on Xiulinggen, now when I relax, Feng Yi really feels hungry Call.

Go out for food!

Feng Yizhen, who had repaired the Bu Ling Xiu Linggen, jumped up happily, and opened the door humming a little song.

The result—one, two, three, four, five.

Five big men stood at the door, like five vajra door gods.

Kang Zhuang, two uncles, grandfather, and... his own father.

His own father was still standing at the front, like the C position of a middle-aged and elderly men's team.

Kang Zhuang is now 27, but in fact he is 47 years old. It is difficult to be regarded as one of the middle-aged and elderly boy groups.

Feng Yizhen opened the door and saw Feng Changdong, he said in a daze, "Dad, why are you here..."

Before he finished speaking, Feng Changdong raised his hand and slapped it down!

The crisp applause scared the others, Gong Ranhui hurried forward to hold Feng Changdong, "Changdong Changdong calm down, the child doesn't know anything, why are you beating him!"

There was a burning sensation on the skin on the face, and there were bursts of roaring in the affected ears.Feng Yizhen raised his hand, and touched the slapped face in disbelief.

"You! How dare you! Ah!" Feng Changdong's eyes were red, "Why can't you discuss with us before doing something! Why! Who wants you to make your own opinions!"

Feng Yizhen looked blankly at the furious Feng Changdong.

Feng Changdong's face was flushed with anger, and the veins on his neck were bulging, "How many people died because of this! Do you know how many people will die again if you take this wrong step!!!"

Feng Yi was really puzzled, "Dad? What are you talking about? I... I just cultivate a spiritual root, what does it have to do with dying or not?" He looked at the spiritual root in his hand, "This spiritual root... this spiritual root also You don’t need to spend your life to repair it, do you?”

Feng Changdong said, "But he will have other influences, do you know! Why didn't you tell us before doing these things? Didn't I tell you not to look for the fragments! Don't fix it!"

Feng Yi was really annoyed by his father's repeated yelling, "You just told me not to go! You didn't tell me why! Why can't you fix it! What's the impact! You just told me!"

"I don't let you go, of course I have my reasons!"

"I'm already 24! Is it hard to tell me the reason!" Feng Yizhen also blushed, "I'm going to die if I don't practice spiritual roots and spiritual cultivation! You want me because of your words, and then helplessly watch me grow up together Is your brother dead!"

Feng Yizhen roared, "I am your son, not your organ, can you consider my feelings!"

The Feng family father and son just looked at each other like two angry but scarred lions.

Looking at each other for a moment, Feng Changdong gritted his teeth and stared at Feng Yizhen, "Feng Yizhen, is the reason so important for some things? Can you not do it without a reason?"

Feng Yizhen said, "It's very important. I don't know the reason. How do I know if I'm doing it right? You tell me that what I'm doing is wrong now, and you have to give me a reason to say I'm wrong. I'm an adult, and I have I have my own responsibilities and my own judgment, you can't always use your thoughts to coerce me."

Feng Changdong looked at his youngest son.

He looks a lot like his mother, with delicate features but firm eyes.

He was already taller than Feng Changdong, and when Feng Changdong slapped him, he couldn't help but weigh his feet.

24.

It's a grown up.

Feng Changdong's mood gradually calmed down.

"Okay." Feng Changdong said, "If you want to know, I'll tell you."

Feng Changdong closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.Feng Yizhen couldn't help holding his breath, listening to Feng Changdong talking about the past.

"Things go back a long time. A monster fell into the devil's way and absorbed the resentment of the world. It was powerful enough to destroy the world. Because the monster absorbed too much resentment, its mind was no longer clear, and it was resentful towards human beings, so it began to slaughter Creatures. The real dragon, the patron saint of the southern kingdom at that time, had no choice but to work together with Feng Shande, the master of the southern kingdom, to seal the monsters in order to protect the common people in the world."

"The monster is too powerful, but the real dragon tried to seal the monster but exhausted all its strength. Fortunately, at the critical moment, he realized the world and used his own life as a seal, supplemented by the power of Feng Shande, the national teacher of the Southern Kingdom, and finally sealed the monster. .”

"But the seal is not done once and for all. The sealer needs to inject spiritual power for a long time to keep the seal intact. One mistake may release this monster."

"So before the real dragon died, he decided to pass on his power. But a single human being couldn't bear such a powerful power, so he had to divide his power into eight parts and pass it on to eight guards."

"At the same time, Feng Shande, the national teacher, took on the responsibility of guarding the seal, and took this as the mission of the clan to pass on from generation to generation."

"However, with the turning of the times, the changing of the years, and the overthrow of the southern kingdom, the descendants of those eight guards were scattered all over the world. The Feng family had to look for descendants with the power of the real dragon, in order to guard the seal with them. .”

Feng Yi couldn't believe it, and muttered to himself, as if asking Feng Changdong, but also as if asking himself, "Are we the descendants of the Feng family? So, the so-called finding someone who is destined is actually... looking for someone to join hands with the Feng family to maintain the seal." Man of strength?"

Feng Changdong said, "Yes."

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