I'm invincible and I just want to raise children

"certainly……"

Lin Tian nodded slightly, nodded in affirmation, and then slowly spoke.

His gaze fell on Lin Fan calmly and gently, as if he had already understood the doubts and expectations in the other person's heart.

"Then I don't know what the solution is?"

Lin Fan's face was full of curiosity and he couldn't wait to ask.

His bright eyes sparkled with curiosity, staring closely at Lin Tian, ​​for fear of missing any key information.

I saw the corners of Lin Tian's mouth raised slightly, revealing a faint smile, and then replied unhurriedly:

"This method is actually very simple. As long as you shout 'teacher', which is Uncle Lin, you can return to Jizhou immediately. I just don't know whether the teacher will send us to Jianmen Pass or the village."

After saying that, Lin Tian winked mischievously, seeming quite proud of the idea he came up with.

"That's right! Why didn't I think of that at all before..."

After hearing Lin Tian's words, Lin Fan was stunned for a moment, then slapped his head suddenly and shouted loudly as if he suddenly realized something.

The expression on his face changed from the initial moment of confusion to a mixture of surprise and excitement. He was obviously very surprised and happy that the problem could be solved so easily.

"It's really possible..."

Qingyue turned to face Lin Fan, staring at Lin Fan with curiosity, as if she wanted to find out some secret from him.

Ever since she met Lin Fan, she had been filled with endless curiosity and reverie about his father, the mysterious Lin Qingzhi.

I remember that after the day she first met Lin Fan, Qingyue only heard a few words from Lin Qingzhi.

However, these short words were like the twinkling meteors in the night sky, instantly attracting Qingyue's attention.

But what is regrettable is that until today, Lin Qingzhi has not shown up in the capital. He has always been shrouded like a hazy veil, making it difficult for people to see his true face.

Not only that, even Lin Qingzhi's wife, who is said to have the same appearance as himself, has become a lingering mystery in Qingyue's mind.

Whenever she thinks of this, Qingyue can't help but fall into deep thought: What kind of person is this woman she has never met before? Why does he look so similar to himself? Is there some unknown connection between them?

All kinds of questions came to her mind like a tide, making Qingyue even more curious about Lin Qingzhi's family.

"sure……"

The corners of Lin Fan's mouth raised slightly, revealing a bright smile.

Then, he looked up at the clear blue sky, took a deep breath, let go of his throat and shouted loudly: "Dad, send me back to Jizhou quickly!"

The sound was as loud as a bell, resounding through the sky, as if it was going to shake the whole world.

At this time, in a quiet courtyard, Lin Qingzhi, who was leisurely tidying up the flowers and plants in the garden, was suddenly startled. He seemed to hear Lin Fan's shout, and he couldn't help but trembled all over, and the movements of his hands stopped instantly.

There was a look of surprise on his face at first, but he quickly regained his composure and showed a slightly helpless smile.

I thought to myself: "What does this little bastard really think of his father? Is it an airplane or a high-speed rail? He can control him so casually."

Thinking of this, Lin Qingzhi felt angry and funny, and couldn't help but shake his head.

However, no matter what, Lin Fan is his own flesh and blood after all.

As a father, how can you watch your children being tired and exhausted from all the travel?

So, Lin Qingzhi sighed softly, put down the tools in his hands, slowly turned around and walked towards the house. He decided to fulfill his son's request and used his magical power to send him back to Jizhou safe and sound.

In order to prevent his son from having to shout loudly every time he was on the road, Lin Qingzhi thought it would be better to give that bastard a baby to keep on the road.

Lin Qingzhi walked into the storage room with ease and started rummaging through a pile of sundries.

After a while, his eyes were fixed on an inconspicuous wooden box in the corner.

He carefully opened the box and took out a wooden sculpture.

This wooden sculpture is brown in color and looks like a small bird. However, if you look closely, you will find that its shape is quite strange and is very different from common birds.

Lin Qingzhi walked outside the yard with the wooden sculpture in hand, and threw it into the air with a little force.

The moment the wood carving came out of the hand, a surprising scene happened: the wood carving bloomed with a dazzling brown light, like a bolt of lightning piercing the sky!

In the blink of an eye, the light and the wooden sculpture disappeared into the distant horizon and disappeared.

This wooden sculpture is no ordinary thing. If placed on the earth, it would be an extremely exquisite spaceship model.

This "ship" is divided into two floors, upper and lower. Each floor is carefully carved with movable doors and windows, and the details are full of ingenuity.

Looking at the direction in which the wooden sculpture disappeared, Lin Qingzhi nodded slightly, expressing satisfaction.

Then, he turned around without hesitation and continued walking toward the small fish pond not far ahead with firm steps. The sun shone on him, casting a long shadow that followed him farther and farther away.

And at this moment.

From where Lin Fan was, he slowly raised his head and looked straight at the sky above.

However, what came into view was a silent sky that made people feel speechless, as if the whole world had frozen at this moment.

He just stared blankly, and he couldn't help but feel an indescribable feeling in his heart, as if there were several dark crows flying slowly over his head in a queue, and making an irritating sound. The cry.

"Brother Lintian, this doesn't seem to have any effect!"

Lin Fan looked mournful and said pitifully to Lin Tian beside him.

Hearing this, Lin Tian was slightly startled at first, and then a look of confusion appeared on his face.

He secretly wondered: Could it be that the teacher was dissatisfied with Xiaofan and deliberately ignored Xiaofan's cry? Thinking of this, Lin Tian couldn't help but frowned.

Just when Lin Fan was filled with disappointment and was about to summon up the courage to shout at the top of his lungs again, suddenly, in the sight of the three of them, a dazzling brown light flashed from the end of the sky without any warning. And out.

Immediately afterwards, this mysterious light streaked across the sky like a shooting star, falling directly in the direction of Lin Fan and others at an extremely fast speed.

Seeing the brown light, Lin Fan's eyes instantly lit up, and his face showed uncontrollable excitement.

"Dad really still loves me..."

He murmured, his voice trembling slightly with excitement.

Before he finished speaking, he couldn't wait to reach out his hands and catch the falling wooden sculpture.

Lin Fan carefully held the wood carving in his hand, as if it were a rare treasure.

He carefully looked at the mysterious object in his hand, filled with curiosity and doubts.

"Hey! What on earth is this?"

He murmured softly, his eyes fixed on the wooden sculpture.

The wood carving looked like a delicate and compact spaceship, and every detail was vividly depicted.

Lin Fan couldn't help but gently touch the surface of the wood carving with his fingers, feeling the delicate texture and smooth touch.

At this time, Qingyue also slowly walked over. She was also attracted by the wood carving in Lin Fan's hand, with a bit of curiosity in her eyes. "Is this a magic weapon?"

Qingyue asked softly, with a hint of uncertainty in her tone.

Lin Fan nodded, then shook his head: "I think it is very likely that it was a magic weapon carved by my father himself, but the specific function is not clear yet."

As he spoke, he began to turn the wooden sculpture left and right, trying to observe it from different angles, hoping to find some clues.

However, no matter how he looked at it, there seemed to be nothing special about this wooden sculpture other than its strange appearance.

"How should I use this magic weapon? I have obviously tried to input spiritual power into it, but why is there no response at all?"

Lin Fan stared at the wooden sculpture in his hand with confusion, frowned and muttered to himself.

He followed the conventional method and continuously channeled his spiritual power into the wood carving. However, no matter how hard he tried, the wood carving remained motionless.

At this moment, a familiar yet somewhat angry voice suddenly sounded in Lin Fan's ears: "You brat! Don't you even know the simple truth of identifying one's master with a drop of blood?"

Lin Fan was startled by the sudden scolding, and a look of embarrassment and embarrassment instantly appeared on his face.

As soon as he heard it, he knew that the person speaking was his father.

Lin Fan scratched his head in embarrassment and muttered to himself: "Oh, how could I forget this..."

Thinking of this, Lin Fan did not dare to neglect, and quickly stretched out the index finger of his right hand, used his inner strength to make a slight stroke, and the fingertip immediately opened a small opening, and bright red blood slowly seeped out from it.

He carefully brought his fingertips close to the wood carving, and then gently squeezed the wound, allowing the drop of bright red blood to accurately drip into the gap in the wood carving.

In an instant, something magical happened! The moment the drop of blood came into contact with the wood carving, Lin Fan felt a strange feeling surge into his heart, as if he had established an invisible connection with the wood carving.

This connection is vague, real and illusory. It is elusive, but it is real.