Ren Yue started to go into seclusion on the third day of the seventh month. According to the original plan, she would need to go into seclusion for about ten years.

But in June, Pan Lei couldn't help but take his son to Suitao Mountain and wait outside the retreat cave.

The ancestor Ren Changsheng didn't care about them, but he didn't see them either. Those "boys" remember to bring them one at the same time during their meals, and their attitude was quite friendly.

Life on the mountain is quite boring, and there are not even a few books here. Apart from eating and sleeping, you can only practice martial arts and chat to pass the time.

Pan Long was very curious about the way these people practiced. The boxing technique they practiced was almost well-known "Emperor Yumeng Fist". This boxing technique is well-known and is said to be created by Emperor Jiazi. But to be honest, it is actually a simple movement to stretch muscles and move muscles and bones. In terms of nature, it is similar to broadcast exercises.

Of course, Pan Long himself also has this set of boxing skills. The first set of martial arts he learned when he was a child was this set of Emperor Yumeng Boxing.

For a long time, before practicing martial arts every day, he had to play this set of boxing to move his body, just like doing warm-up exercises.

This set of boxing techniques is widely circulated. If there is any secret hidden, it will have been found out long ago. Anyway, Pan Long doesn’t think there is any secret to it - what secret can radio fuck have? The times are calling? Or is it the earliest place where the sun rises?

"Their method of practicing boxing is so strange." Another day, the father and son sat not far from the cave. Looking at the men and women sweating profusely in the open space, Pan Long couldn't help but say, "Isn't the Emperor Yumeng Fist used to move the body? Is it necessary to practice sweating profusely?"

"When I first came here to pay homage to my ancestors, I saw boys practicing boxing like this." Pan Lei recalled, "It has been more than 20 years in a blink of an eye, and the boys have changed several generations, but they are still practicing like this. There must be a reason for the ancestors to do this."

"Dad, what do you think may be the reason?"

"I can't see it. I've been thinking about this issue."

The father and son looked at the young people who were busy practicing with interest. Their movements were very large, and it was obvious that they tried their best in each movement, which was not as if they were exercising their bodies at all, but as if they were trying hard to squeeze out all their potential.

The top of the mountain is covered with formations, which are warm all year round as late spring and early summer. In the nearby peach forest, there are always trees blooming and bear fruit. In the sweet breeze, a group of people are sweating profusely.

This can be said to be working hard. If you practice this method, it is easy to accumulate secret injuries in your body.

After looking at it for a while, the father and son still couldn't see any reputation.

At this moment, they suddenly heard footsteps coming from the cave behind them.

The two of them immediately turned around, but saw a woman wearing a mask wearing a white robe slowly walking out of the depths of the cave.

The woman walked slowly and then saw them.

She stopped and took off her mask.

Under the mask is an overly young face, standing with Pan Long like a sibling.

There was no excitement on his face, but it seemed very calm. He just looked at them with his eyes intently, like a pool of autumn water, deep and peaceful.

"Mother!" Pan Long shouted.

Ren Yue did not answer.

Pan Long was stunned for a moment, and then found that his mother was not looking at him at all.

In her eyes, it seemed that the only father was.

He curled his lips and turned to look at his father, but found that his father was smiling and staring at his mother intently.

The couple looked at each other with affectionate eyes, staring at each other with no regard to their son who was close to each other.

"Okay...you're going to show off your food as soon as you meet..."

Pan Long sighed and retreated to the side honestly.

When he recalled his childhood, he found that it seemed that maybe... his parents always like to show off their dog food, feed each other, love words, smile tacitly as they say, and suddenly stare at them affectionately as they walk...

That's what they have always been!

But at that time, he was still young and because of time travel, he felt quite alienated from the world and was not intimate enough to his parents, so he didn't care much about these things.

Now he has already accepted his new identity and has put aside his memory of the past. At this moment, he feels a little disappointed when he sees his parents' affectionate gaze.

"You two people have not seen each other for ten years... Well, it's normal to sprinkle dog food... but at least you have to pay attention to the occasion."

"Forget it...whether the people who show off their dog food will pay attention to any occasion!"

"You just stare at me affectionately, my light bulb rolls to the side in a round way..."

Pan Long muttered, and after only a few steps, he found that his ancestor Ren Changsheng was right in front of him, and hurriedly stopped to salute.

The ancestor smiled and nodded and asked, "What's wrong with them?"

"They have always been like this." Pan Long explained.

The ancestor then understood and said with a smile: "I just felt that Xiao Yue suddenly stopped and couldn't move. I thought something had happened to her. It turned out that she was just playing with the boy and girl's emotions..."

He looked at Pan Long again: "But it's rare that his son was not even paying attention to him!"

Pan Long smiled bitterly, and had nothing to say.

"Calculate the time, you are already twenty years old, right?" The ancestor suddenly said, "Does there anyone who is interested? Have you ever been planning to get married?"

Pan Long was surprised. He didn't expect that his ancestors, such an expert, would ask such questions.

This...does people like to be a matchmaker and urge to get married when they are old?

"I'm only nineteen years old!" he emphasized.

"When I was nineteen years old, I was already the father of two children." Ren Changsheng said with a smile.

Pan Long choked, his eyes turned, and found another reason: "My father was already twenty-seven years old when he got married."

"He is ugly. Who would like to be apart from Xiao Yue with poor eyesight?" Ren Changsheng said angrily, "This kind of romantic talented man who shakes folding fan and recites poems and dances with swords is just bullying the little girl with poor eyesight."

Pan Long's mouth bulged and almost burst out laughing.

It turns out that in the eyes of our ancestors, when my father was pursuing his mother, he was playing with the style of a romantic talent?

And... the reason why my mother fell in love with her father was because of her poor eyesight?

From the words of the ancestors, he heard annoyance and dissatisfaction that was so clear that it could not be clearer.

It seems that my ancestors are still unhappy about my father's pursuit of his mother until today.

I really don’t know how romantic and talented my father was back then, so that his ancestor who had lived for more than 20 years was still obsessed with it for more than 20 years, and I couldn’t help but say a few sarcastic words.

My father’s ability to bring hatred can be called the legendary ridicule of the little prince!

The left-handed sword Jin Biao will go wherever he goes, and it may not be a rumor in the world.

At this moment, he heard the sound of wind in the distance. When he looked back, he saw his father holding his mother's hand. The two of them walked straight to the edge of the formation with a sweet look on their faces, and walked out in a short while.

Throwing his biological son on the top of the mountain.
Chapter completed!