The heroine of the abuse text just wants to fly to become a fairy

Chapter 197

"Master and Madam! The young master is back!!!"

The boy trotted all the way.

"Wow, your family is really big." Chengfeng sighed as he looked at the little boy who ran across the corridor and disappeared.

Fang Qingya said: "I deliberately didn't tell my parents in advance, just to give them a surprise."

The three walked side by side.

The boy ran all the way to the yard, panting heavily: "Master, madam! Master, the master is back!"

The lady sitting at the dining table immediately stood up: "Qingya is back?"

She was full of joy at first, then asked questions, and finally turned into worry: "It's only been a few years since he was able to go down the mountain. Didn't he make some mistake and be driven back?"

The master also stood up quickly: "Let's go, look at this kid."

After saying that, he took the lady's hand and walked to the front hall.

The boy was still holding on to the door frame and panting: "And... I brought back two beauties!"

The master and his wife didn't listen and hurried out of the yard.

Go around the cloister.

"Father! Mother!" Fang Qingya shouted when he saw the middle-aged couple striding in the distance.

The lady trotted over and grabbed his arm, checking him up and down: "My son is back!"

Father Fang's eyes were clearly missing, but he still made a serious look: "Why are you back? Have you been kicked out by the master?"

"You kid, you don't know how to take advantage of such a good opportunity."

The lady quickly pushed him: "What are you talking about when the child comes back? These two..."

She saw Chu Jinsui and Chengfeng on the side.

Fang Qingya introduced: "They are my classmates. I was not kicked out. We went down the mountain to practice together!"

Mr. Fang looked suspicious: "Going down the mountain to practice? You?"

"You two girls, are you hired by him to deceive me? Don't worry, we know the virtues of this boy. You don't need to worry about what he said before."

Fang Qingya groaned: "My friends are all here, can't you give me some face?"

"Do they look like ordinary people to you?"

The three of them were all wearing snow-white disciple uniforms, with swords hanging on their waists, and they all looked elegant and dustless.

Mrs. Fang also said: "Why do you distrust Qingya so much? The two girls look like immortals at first glance. They are definitely not ordinary people in this world."

Then he said to them: "I don't know how Qing Ya behaves in the teacher's sect. Did he not cause you any trouble?"

Chu Jinsui and Chengfeng immediately received Fang Qingya's eyes.

"Of course not. He has always been very serious in his cultivation, and he always likes to help his fellow disciples." Chengfeng immediately answered.

Chu Jinsui raised his hand, and a letter appeared out of thin air: "We are indeed going down the mountain to practice. This is the sect's letter, and it is written on it."

Her move made Mr. Fang's little doubt about Fang Qingya disappear instantly without a trace.

Mrs. Fang was also surprised: "Where did this come from?"

"Oh mother, don't be too weird. These are just the most basic tricks."

With that said, Fang Qingya also took out a small brocade box: "Look at the gift I brought you."

Mrs. Fang quickly took it and said with joy on her face: "My son is really promising!"

Only then did Mr. Fang show a look of satisfaction, and patted Fang Qingya on the shoulder: "It seems that you have learned well, so that's about the same."

In fact, it is just an object taken out of the storage ring.

Mr. Fang said to Chu Jinsui and Chengfeng again: "But I still know this guy. He is always unreliable, and he will definitely trouble you less."

"Qingya has been training with you, and now he comes back to visit us together. You must have a very good relationship."

"You must have taken care of him a lot, and I have to thank you all."

Chengfeng waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no, let's help each other."

"Okay, okay, let's not stand here talking anymore." Mrs. Fang said with a smile on her face, "We are just getting ready to eat. Come and eat with us and talk."

"Do you cultivators not eat?"

Fang Qingya said quickly: "Of course you can eat it! It's not like you have become an immortal."

"I don't know what you like to eat." As she walked, Mrs. Fang asked again, "I'll ask the kitchen to cook some of your favorite dishes." Fang Qingya quickly grabbed her mother: "No need, we are not picky eaters. "

Chengfeng also nodded.

But no, every day in Jianzong, a bird comes out of my mouth.

We entered the courtyard together.

The food on the table is still warm.

After sitting down, Mr. Fang asked a lot about Jian Zong.

Fang Qingya was embarrassed at first. What he said was too frustrating and embarrassing, and what he said was too strong and false.

It is better to take advantage of the wind and blow the wind without drafting, and mold him into a good disciple who respects his teachers and is friendly to his classmates.

If you are always punished to copy books, you will say that you study hard and stay up late to read.

He was punished to practice swordsmanship every morning, so he started practicing before dawn and never slacked off for a day.

Handing in a blank paper means that there is no end to learning if you are tireless.

Chu Jinsui was afraid that he would laugh, so he quickly lowered his head and took a sip of the fruit wine.

sour and sweet.

Fang Qingya gave Chengfeng a thumbs up under the table: I still have to look at you.

Chengfeng glanced at him without changing his expression: That's not the case.

This goes on and on until we get down the mountain.

Mr. Fang was almost moved to tears: "Okay, okay, I knew it was right to send you up the mountain. Otherwise, you would still be walking birds and teasing dogs on the street every day."

"Ahem." Fang Qingya interrupted his father's attempt to embarrass him, "I'm pretty good now, aren't I?"

Mrs. Fang wiped the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief: "Yes, it's pretty good."

She asked with some worry: "But I heard that you are easily injured..."

Fang Qingya was blown up to the sky by the wind just now. He almost didn't know his last name: "How could it be possible? Your son is so strong."

"I haven't been injured since I started."

This is true, but it is also thanks to good luck.

"Really?" Mrs. Fang obviously didn't believe it.

Mr. Fang: "Oh, isn't it normal to get injured? Children will fall when running outside. How can they grow up without difficulties? Look at Qingya now, he is much more stable than before."

Chengfeng was very supportive: "Yes, Senior Brother Fang is very powerful and he helped us a lot before. Senior Sister Chu, don't you think so?"

Chu Jinsui was originally staring at the cup in front of him, trying his best to play the role of a shy and quiet senior sister.

Now that his name was called, he had no choice but to say, "Yes, Master said he is, well, a talent that can be made."

No matter which master he is.

Mrs. Fang was extremely curious about Fang Qingya's life in the past few years, so she pulled the three of them and kept asking.

"I heard that you don't usually walk, you always fly. Is that true? Isn't that a bit dangerous?"

"Don't worry, mother, I'm very good at wielding a sword!"

"..."

After asking for a long time, Mr. Fang finally couldn't help but interrupt: "Okay, let them have a good meal."

"Master and Madam! I heard that the young master is back. The Li Mansion sent someone to ask the young master to come over and help!"

Fang Qingya was stunned for a moment: "Li Mansion? Which Li Mansion?"

"The one who had a business relationship with your father before."

"Oh, what are you doing to me?"

Mr. Fang said: "Well, I wouldn't have found you if I didn't come back. Their house is in a lot of trouble, and the house... is also in a mess."

"So you might as well not go."

When Fang Qingya heard this, he understood that this was a very subtle statement. Otherwise, with his father's temperament, he would definitely want him to go out and show his face to Lao Fang.

If he said he couldn't go, it meant that the Li Mansion was indeed in chaos, and not in a literal sense.

(End of this chapter)