"Smack it!!"

"Oh, you're finally back! Do you know that I've been worried about these days!"

"I heard that the whole northwest is not peaceful now, especially the guard office is even more messy! This is the mountain shaking and the earth shaking, and the demon king and the demon emperor. It's so scary!"

"Fortunately, my son is still a mess. He is back safely. God blesses me, and my ancestors bless me!"

As soon as Yang Fan entered the house, he was surrounded by his mother and muttered for a long time. He was plucked by his body and watched him come back with all his beards and tails back. Then he gradually calmed down, but his eyes also turned red.

These days she is really worried. She has been sleeping uneasy for several days, and her eyes have become much heavier.

"Okay, okay, my son is back safely. That's a good thing, why are you crying!" Yang Chaoyue came out of the kitchen with a big bowl of egg noodles, scolded Zhao Linglan, and then looked at Yang Fan with a smile: "Fan'er is hungry, come on, my dad just put the egg noodles for the egg noodles, hurry up and put the pads!"

Yang Fan felt warm in his heart. He felt so good when he went home. He felt better when he was asked about his parents.

"Thank you mom, thank you dad!"

Seeing Yang Chaoyue put a big bowl of egg noodles on the table in the hall, Yang Fan's greed was moved and thanked Yang's father and mother. Then, after kissing Yang's white face, he rushed to the table and began to eat noodles in big mouthfuls.

To be honest, Yang Chaoyue's current cooking skills are simply several streets away from Yang Fan, but Yang Fan is still delicious with the egg noodles he made. I always feel that there are endless memories of his childhood and the love for his son that Yang's father is not good at expressing.

To put it more literary, Yang Fan is not eating noodles now, but Yang’s father’s heart, and endless family affection.

"You kid, you are so old and so naughty!"

After being attacked by his son and kissed him violently, Zhao Linglan's mood became happy instantly. She glanced at Yang Chaoyue, who was jealous next to her, and was extremely arrogant.

Sure enough, my son is still the closest to her mother, who is the mother. Humph, I just don’t kiss you, and I’m so stupid. Whoever looks at you will dislike you!

Yang Chaoyue turned his head and pretended that he didn't see it.

"How is it, son, my dad has good skills! This is the monster egg specially left for you, and the spiritual power inside is rich!"

Yang Chaoyue sat opposite Yang Fan and watched Yang Fan with a smile.

As a chef's father, Yang Chaoyue's favorite thing in his life is to watch his children eat the food he cooks with a satisfied look on his face.

"No, I'll say it!" Yang Fan gave Yang Chaoyue a thumbs up while eating, "My dad's craftsmanship is getting better and better!"

Yang Chaoyue laughed, and his vanity was instantly satisfied. He couldn't help but turn his head and glance at Zhao Linglan with pride, very proudly.

Zhao Linglan rolled her eyes at him in anger. She was so old that she was as naive as a child. She was praised by her son and she would go to heaven, right? What's so great!

Zhao Linglan also moved to Yang Fan and sat down, asking Yang Fan with concern: "Didn't you say that you can come back in just one week at most? Why did it take so long for a while? The college entrance examination is about to be about to take the day after tomorrow, your father and I thought you wouldn't be able to come back!"

"Also, why can't you see through what you have done now?"

Zhao Linglan looked at Yang Fan curiously and asked softly: "You can't you have already advanced to a high-level martial artist?"

Zhao Linglan is a second-level martial artist. Although her cultivation is not high, she can be regarded as a master in the eyes of ordinary people.

Now, even she sensed Yang Fan's specific cultivation fluctuations in his qi and blood, and she couldn't help but think too much.

"It's almost the same! This trip to the garrison has made great gains and has made progress a little faster!"

Yang Fan nodded vaguely and did not dare to tell the truth. He was afraid that after telling his current true cultivation, Yang's father and mother's little heart would not be able to bear it, and his blood pressure would surge.

"Okay, okay!" Zhao Linglan nodded with relief and laughed happily: "High-level martial artists are good, so you will definitely be more confident if you take the college entrance examination! Maybe you can get into the top ten prestigious universities in the United States!"

"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 United States, his future achievements will definitely be small!"

Yang Chaoyue also had a happy face. His son was promising, and his face was also brilliant.

No matter how much the riots are outside, in the minds of Zhao Linglan and Yang Chaoyue, the college entrance examination is always a major event that can change Yang Fan's fate.

Especially after Yang Fan showed them his current martial arts talent, Yang Chaoyue and his wife, who were originally determined to let Yang Fan stay in the store to continue their family business, suddenly became enthusiastic.

Since the son is destined to become a warrior, for ordinary families, the federal government will undoubtedly become more and more important for college entrance examinations held once a year.

Whether you can get into a better martial arts university is related to your son Yang Fan's future achievements and future, and you can't be careless at all.

"Don't worry, parents, I am determined to win this year's college entrance examination!" Yang Fan gave the two elders a reassurance, and said with a loud voice: "As long as I think, whether it is Beijing Wuhan University or Federal Wuhan University, I will be chosen by me!"

This is really not a bragging person.

After all, the old professor of Beijing Wuhan University, Monk Hua, has invited Yang Fan more than once, and even publicly stated that no matter how Yang Fan’s college entrance examination scores this year, as long as Yang Fan is willing, it is just a matter of opening his mouth to go to school without exams.

"Yeah, it's not bad, full of confidence!" Yang Chaoyue nodded with satisfaction, but finally explained again: "But you still have to take it seriously and don't be proud and complacent, do you know?"

"What do you know! What's wrong with pride? Those who have real abilities are proud of themselves, and those who have no real abilities are complacent!"

Zhao Linglan gave Yang Chaoyue a dissatisfied look and said loudly: "My son is really capable, and there is nothing wrong with being confident at all!"

Yang Chaoyue was dissatisfied: "You are a kind mother and a son who is defeated!"

Zhao Linglan: "My son, I'm happy!"

“…”

Swallow! Swallow!

While eating noodles, Yang Fan looked at Yang’s father and mother’s daily bickering, and felt that he was very chicken.

Growing up in such a family environment since he was a child, he has long been accustomed to the way he gets along with his parents. Feifan doesn’t feel annoyed, and even has a little warm feeling.

Gudong! Gudong!

Three minutes later, a whole bowl of sea was filled with soup and noodles, and Yang Fan ate it all into his stomach, and a warm feeling spread throughout his body, making him feel good.

Seeing a clean tea cup on the table, Yang Fan took two casually, then thoughtfully, and directly injected ten drops of Thousand-Year Spiritual Chopin into each cup, and then gave them to Yang Chaoyue and Zhao Linglan respectively.

"Dad, mom, this is a local specialty I brought back to you two elders from the garrison. You can try it, it will be delicious!"

Yang Fan didn't say what this was, and handed it to the two elders directly.

Yang Chaoyue and Zhao Linglan took it, lowered their heads and looked into the cup. The transparent liquid inside was shining with a faint white light, barely covering the bottom of the cup, not enough to be stuffy.

"It's not a good wine. It looks good, but it's a little less."

Yang Chaoyue put the cup at the end of his nose and sniffed it gently, feeling a faint fragrance coming out of the cup. It made people feel shocked when they smelled it.

"It's a local specialty of the garrison, and it's really less, but the taste is really good. You guys try it!"

Yang Fan did not explain much and urged him softly.

Without hesitation, Yang Chaoyue and Zhao Linglan all raised their necks and drank the thousand-year-old spiritual chalcedony in the cup into their stomachs.

"Fan'er, this is..."

"What a rich spiritual power! No, I seem to be a little swollen!"

After Ling Yuchalice's stomach, Yang Chaoyue and Zhao Linglan felt a swelling and pain in the dantian in the lower abdomen. Without saying a word, they sat on the chair and entered a state of meditation.

The exercises are constantly absorbed and refined, introducing endless spiritual power from the thousand-year-old spiritual chalcedony into their bodies, becoming part of their own qi and blood cultivation.

Ten drops of spiritual chalcedony are the limit they can absorb and refine. If there are too many, there will be a risk of being burst by spiritual power.

Yang Fan's divine thoughts swept across the two elders, and saw that they had completely entered into meditation and the spiritual power in their bodies was just controlled within the limits they could bear, so they felt a little relieved.

Now, he is no longer the same as before, and the resources in the storage space are abundant, so he naturally has to put his parents' cultivation on the agenda.

In the end of the world, strength is the foundation of everything stability. Yang Fan doesn’t want to see any dangers his parents will encounter due to their lack of strength when he is not with his parents in the future.

The thousand-year-old spiritual chalcedony has gentle and gentle effects. It not only has rich spiritual power, but also can improve the physique of warriors to a certain extent. It is suitable for low-level warriors like Yang's father and Yang's mother.

boom!

The spiritual power in the air fluctuates slightly.

In just a moment, Yang's mother, Zhao Linglan, successfully broke through the bottleneck of cultivation that had plagued her for many years and entered the third level of martial arts.

after.

Yang Chaoyue also made a breakthrough and directly entered the level of level 2 of the martial arts.

Yang Fan sighed in relief. It seemed that the effect was pretty good. Both elders successfully used the effects of the Thousand Years of Spiritual Cleuria to upgrade their martial arts cultivation to the next level. It seems that their martial arts talent is not as bad as they imagined.

"Squeak!"

"Master, you are finally back!"

With a whoosh, a white stream of light flew down from the building and rushed to Yang Fan's shoulder. The Spirit-Devouring Rat looked at Yang Fan with great excitement, feeling a little crying with joy, and his words were filled with tremolo.

"Master, Xiao Jinke has been looking forward to you. Xiao Jinke has been bullied so badly these days. You must avenge Xiao Jin!"

As soon as he opened his mouth, the Spirit-Devouring Rat began to complain to Yang Fan, as if he had seen his long-lost relative, with anger and grievance on his face, and a pair of rats were all red and watery.

Yang Fan's mouth twitched, no wonder he felt that the color was wrong just now. It turned out that the silly mouse was wrapped in bandages, covering up all its golden hair.

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