I grab red envelopes with the gods

Chapter 63 Papa's Glorious History

"What the hell are you here for?"

"I have been practicing in Kunlun for more than two years, but I haven't even survived a karmic calamity. I saw that my fellow Taoist has already experienced a karmic calamity, so I came here to ask for advice."

If he was asking about other cultivation questions, Yang Feng might also be confused. He happened to know about this question because Xiao Shu had explained it to him not long ago.

"Of course you can't encounter karmic robbery in that corner of Kunlun. There are not many people, and even fewer people may have conflicts with you. Karmic robbery, as the name suggests, is a robbery caused by people in the world because of cause and effect. , the simple understanding is that the contradiction between people makes you encounter a life-and-death crisis.”

Lin Feng was about to cry with regret. After working hard for more than two years, it was all useless work.If he had gone down the mountain two years earlier to find something to do, he wouldn't have almost starved to death on the street.

"This! I have practiced for more than two years in vain. No wonder so many people on Kunlun Mountain are on the verge of cultivation."

Lingxi on one side seemed to be unable to bear it any longer. She chewed the food in her mouth carefully, and said in a strange way: "You have never been in the fairyland, and the fairyland is even worse, except for those few boring guys who are playing around. No one has started a real fire for thousands of years..."

Lin Feng gave a big gift to Yang Fengjing on the spot, and said quite naturally: "I hope fellow Taoists will take me to practice together."

Ever since, Yang Feng simply kidnapped a docile guy and left. Thinking about it carefully, the meal was quite cheap.I heard Lin Feng said that there are quite a lot of people in Kunlun Mountain. When the cultivation results are achieved, he will drive a pickup truck to Kunlun Mountain to abduct and sell practitioners.

Yang Feng's competition is over, and the only thing related to him is awarding, but there are a lot of reporters and a crazy chief referee over there, Yang Feng finally decided to let the referee accept the award on his behalf, and finally slipped out How could it be possible to go back.

After taking a taxi back, Yang Feng found a hotel for Lin Feng to stay in, arranged three meals a day for him at the front desk, and went home first.

It was just getting dark when I got home, and the family had just finished eating.

"That's right, I won a championship, and I have the same style as I did back then." The old man nodded, his eyes full of praise.

The mother who was washing dishes in the kitchen said without any hesitation after hearing what my father said, "I don't know what competitions you participated in when you were young. Could it be something about kindergarten?"

Lin Qingyu looked at the two of them in surprise. Hearing this, Yang Cong and Ling Yu were still childhood sweethearts.

The mother's speed of dismantling the stage was really too fast. The father was embarrassed for a while, and said firmly: "Do you think that since I was a child, I have lost in fights?"

Lin Qingyu giggled, Yang Feng's father was basically dismantled by Ling Yu several times a day.

"Relying on the kung fu you learned in Nanshan, you fought with a group of little brats, and you are ashamed to say it. By the way, I remember that you used to use light kung fu to escape often?"

"Ahem, that's not called escaping, that's called a strategic retreat, fighting guerrilla warfare with the enemy! That's how the army commander and I overthrew the whole world."

This time, Ling Yu didn't say any more disruptive words.

Yang Feng said: "Dad, don't brag, our small house can no longer stand your toss. Hehe, you are so powerful, how did you get injured so badly?"

Yang Feng heard from his mother that when Yang Cong was first rescued, his whole body was seriously injured, all the bones in his limbs were broken, six ribs were broken, and a crack appeared in his skull.

It can be said that it is very strong for ordinary normal people to survive such a serious injury.

"Xiaofeng, look after you." The old man smiled shyly, and put his right hand on his chest.

Bang!
The old man suddenly slapped Yang Feng across the air. Yang Feng felt something was wrong and wanted to block it with spiritual power, but the speed was too slow.

Yang Feng flew to the wall magnificently, and made a difficult 360-degree roundabout with the wall, turned his head a hundred degrees, and raised his leg ninety degrees to kiss.

At this moment, Yang Feng wanted to cry, I probably picked it up, right?
Dad is too inconsiderate!
"Oops, I haven't done anything for a long time, I used too much internal force!"

The family next door was having dinner, all looking in one direction, and one of them asked, "Did you feel the house shaking?"

"What are you worrying about? Eat!"

"Oh~"

Yang Feng squeezed out from the sunken wall, patted the dust off his face, and folded his hands tremblingly.

"Xiaofeng, you don't have internal strength, why aren't you injured?" Yang Cong checked it out at the first time. Although Yang Feng looked very embarrassed now, he was not injured.

In fact, with Yang Feng's current physical strength, as long as he is not directly hit by bullets, he can already ignore the tentative internal forces of ordinary people.

Just now, except for some pain, Yang Feng didn't suffer any substantial injuries.

"Probably because I have the power of the prehistoric in my body."

"Oh~" Yang Feng's words made sense, and the old man looked speechless.

My mother came out after hearing the loud noise. When she rushed out, a stack of bowls accidentally fell to the ground and shattered into a piece of ceramic slag.

"Yang Cong, what happened?" Mother and Lin Qingyu helped Yang Feng remove the broken concrete from his body with distress.

Lingxi hides aside, in her consciousness, only those who have not completed their cultivation will be blamed and will attack people for no reason.Immediately, Yang Cong's danger level was raised countless times in his mind.

Yang Cong had an ominous premonition, and said, "I wanted to test my internal strength with him, but I accidentally used too much force."

"Yang Cong, take the quilt and put it on the sofa!" My mother got angry and punished Yang Cong to sleep on the sofa.

"Didn't I be careful?" Yang Cong wanted to explain, but the angry mother couldn't listen to his explanation.

If he couldn't beat him, he would have fought him long ago!
"Girl, be reasonable. You see, I didn't mean it." These days, he has seen this daughter-in-law who is obedient and obedient, so she should help me.

Lin Qingyu explained: "Well, Auntie, Uncle didn't do it on purpose. He didn't expect to hit him so hard."

"I didn't expect such a heavy hand, so he did it on purpose?" Ling Yu's anger grew a little bit.

"Little girl, you saw it just now." Yang Cong placed his hope on Xiao Lingxi.

Lingxi looked at herself very concerned, then at Lin Qingyu, and said with a puckered mouth, "You must have done it on purpose."

I really thought to myself: I am just a little shorter than her, otherwise I am smaller than her.

"Xiaofeng, look" still looking for his son, Yang Cong tried his best to make his eyes more gentle, with encouragement in them.

Son, you have to save me, I don't want to sleep on the sofa.

Yang Feng nodded, shook his head again, finally forced out two lines of tears, and said: "Mom, don't treat Dad like this, I don't hurt, it doesn't hurt at all. Isn't it just being beaten into the wall, when I It’s not a big deal to be used as a pillow by my father for two months.”

When Yang Feng was two months old, his father had just come out of the hospital. It was the first time that Ling Yu took Yang Feng out of the crib and put him on the big bed. Yang Feng next to the pillow used it as a pillow.

It's been 19 years, no matter when the father is making a fuss, as long as Yang Feng brings this matter up, his mother will definitely not let him go.

Sure enough, my mother kindly helped Yang Feng to sit down, and she went back to the room and took out a quilt, threw it on the sofa angrily, and then went back to the kitchen to pack up and sulk.

The old man said: "My status in the family is getting lower and lower, alas"

"Dad, in fact, the sofa in our house is quite big, so it's comfortable to sleep on!" Yang Feng was as lively as a normal person.However, it won't be long before he regrets saying this in front of Lin Qingyu.

Dad patted his forehead: "I knew you were faking it, go tell your mother quickly"

"Oh, why are you so tired today?" Yang Feng said lightly.

(End of this chapter)