Chapter 3: Parents

Gently closing the door, Xirou stuck out her tongue playfully at Yuxuan: "Brother Yuxuan, Uncle Yunwei is very good to you."

As he said that, he didn't forget to look back.

"fool."

Yuxuan pulled Xirou towards the main guest room and rubbed Xirou's hair lovingly a few times.

"It seems that our little Xirou is the apple of all our elders' eyes."

The two of them talked and laughed, and met a few more guards of the courtyard along the way. They inevitably stopped to exchange greetings and greetings.

Then, under the eager gaze of the house guard, he unknowingly arrived at the door of the main house.

He stopped, carefully straightened his clothes, and calmed down his excitement.

Anxiously, he stretched out his hand and gently pushed open the closed red lacquer door.

"Squeak~"

The door opens, and you see a velvet red carpet, extending from the door to the foot of the two Taishi chairs in the high hall.

The two chairs are separated by an exquisite sandalwood incense table, with a jade pot on the table and two cups of steaming tea.

Secondly, there are several sets of red wooden tables and chairs arranged symmetrically on both sides of the ground, arranged in pairs.

Glancing at the familiar scene in the room from the corner of his eye, Yuxuan's eyes immediately focused on the figure sitting on the two chairs at the moment.

On the left, sitting a tall and heroic middle-aged man in blue shirt!

She has sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, and her long black hair is tied under a green jade ribbon crown, flowing delicately along her back. Her slightly frowned eyebrows and feet exude an attractive aura.

On the right, sitting is a dignified and elegant woman in pink palace dress.

Her pink eyebrows, skin as soft as snow, and her charming cheeks were now filled with deep concern, and her eyes were staring straight at the door.

"Father, mother."

Pulling Xirou, Yuxuan stepped forward and saluted.

"Daddy, mommy," Xirou said the same, bowing obediently and saluting, with the food box still slung in her arms.

"Why,"

In response, the woman stood up quickly without waiting for the man next to her to react.

In a few steps, he got off the chair and walked to Yuxuan and the others: "Girl, what are you doing with this? You must be exhausted."

He took the food box from Xirou's hand and patted the top of Xirou's head lovingly.

Then he turned around and looked at Yuxuan's clothes that were wrinkled due to practicing, with a trace of distress in his eyes.

But he didn't say much, he just patted Yuxuan's clothes and murmured.

"I'm tortured day by day, but my son can't even gain much muscle."

I don't know if I'm telling Yuxuan or others.

I saw Yuxuan looking at his body in embarrassment, and felt it carefully a few times with his fists, but there was not much flesh.

When Xirou saw this, she couldn't help but cover her mouth and smile softly.

The man sitting on the chair stiffened his face and shook his head helplessly.

"Okay, Xiaoqing."

Finally speaking out, Yuxuan's father picked up the teacup with his left hand and took a sip. His eyes naturally glanced at Yuxuan's body.

Feeling the essence of Yuxuan realm, he nodded secretly, but others couldn't see it.

"father,"

Yuxuan felt a surge of energy in his heart and felt his breathing quicken. He couldn't help but want to tell his father about his progress today in order to get some recognition, but he still suppressed it.

"Today's training, the children have achieved everything."

Yuxuan held the wooden sword and bowed in front of it, "Moreover, his skills have also improved."

After the report, Yuxuan couldn't help but secretly observe his father's expression from the corner of his eyes.

Unfortunately, after observing him for a long time, he was neither sad nor happy, and could not see any mood at all. He couldn't help feeling disappointed and sighed.

"Sure enough, is this still the case..."

"That's enough, Jun Tiandang!"

Suddenly, there was a loud shout, and Yuxuan's mother was seen standing next to Yuxuan, standing in front of Yuxuan.

Gu Xiaoqing saw the bitterness in the corner of her child's mouth, and couldn't help but feel pain in her heart, and she glared and roared at her husband who looked indifferent.

"You, Jun Tiandang, are so powerful. You are the master of the current martial arts world. You are all-powerful. You are magnanimous and worthy of the righteous way of the world."

As he spoke, he lost his temper, put his left hand on his hips, and pointed with his right index finger.

"But, have you ever spoken softly to Xuan'er, given praise and affirmation, or had a fatherly smile? You are simply not a father in any way!"

The harsh criticism made Yuxuan behind him break out in cold sweat.

He had never seen his mother get so quarrelsome and angry, and she usually only had a few quarrels. How could this be like this?

It was really scary. He glanced at Xirou secretly and found that the latter was also looking at him at the moment, with a look of astonishment on his face, and he was so frightened that he spat out his tongue.

Indeed, my father is a leader in today's martial arts world. He is upright and magnanimous.

At the age of middle age, he has reached the ninth level of heaven that many people in the world dream of. Maybe he is not the strongest person, but he is definitely the most admirable person!

He was a little harsh on himself, but he must have had his own considerations, and he never had any complaints.

Thinking of this, Yuxuan couldn't help but stretched out his hand and tugged at the corner of his mother's clothes, calling in a low voice: "Mother~"

"Silly boy,"

Seeing Yuxuan's little actions, Gu Xiaoqing was furious. This stupid boy didn't know how to put his mother's good intentions into consideration?

I sighed with sadness and didn't want to do anything else. I just wanted to shock someone by making this fuss today.

The goal has been achieved. Seeing her husband frowning helplessly, Gu Xiaoqing glared at Jun Tiandang again.

Turning around, he picked up Yuxuan and Xirou and walked directly out the door without even saying hello. There were whispers in the distance.

"Let's go, ignore your dad. He's just cold-faced and warm-hearted, and he's not good at expressing himself. You two little guys must be exhausted today, right? Go and wash up. Mom left some delicious food for you, hehe."

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"Oh, what kind of face will my father have in the future with all this fuss?"

Seeing that the three of them had already walked away, Jun Tiandang shook his head helplessly.

He held his forehead with his left hand, tapped his fingers on the table with his right hand, and combed his hair from his side temples, seeming to express his unknown helplessness.

"Cough, cough!"

Suddenly, several coughs broke the tranquility. Jun Tiandang raised his eyebrows and returned to his senses from deep thought.

He looked up at the window and saw a vague figure flashing through the window paper.

With a stooped back and a cane, he slowly approached the door, coughing sickly from time to time as he walked.

"Da da"

The sound of the cane hitting the ground gradually came closer, and soon, an elm wood cane was the first to penetrate the threshold.

What followed was an old, dying figure.

He was dressed in a gray robe, exuding the smell of decay, and was skinny and skinny. He was holding an elm wood crutch in his skinny hand.

His face was covered with ridges, his gray hair was tied casually behind his back, and he trembled with his coughing.

"Master,"

The old man looked at Jun Tiandang with cloudy eyes and made a vicissitudes of voice.

Seeing the person coming, Jun Tiandang shrank his eyes and stood up quickly.

With just one step from the chair, he appeared next to the old man as if teleporting, leaving only a faint shadow that slowly disappeared in the air.

"Abel, why are you here? Sit down quickly."

Jun Tiandang carefully supported Abel's arm and gently helped him sit on the guest chair.

His eyes were filled with anger, but he didn't forget to go back. He took the teacup, poured a cup, put it on the table, and then sat beside him.

"It's getting late. If there's anything else you need to do, you can come here in person. Just send someone to call me."

"Cough, cough"

There was another violent cough. Abel kept heaving and covering his sleeves with his mouth, feeling out of breath at any time.

Jun Tiandang's eyes trembled, and he started to show off again, but Abel waved his hand to stop him.

"The remaining candle is dying, and its brilliance is also weak."

Abel lowered his head, stared blankly at the crutch in his hand, and murmured: "Old man, I always dream about him recently. He keeps waving to me, calling me over, calling, calling, and I feel like he is really going to
To be continued...