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"The guy who reported the error letter back then was Yang Ying's father-in-law Yang Hui! If he hadn't almost killed his life to protect your mother, I would have killed him! Many masters died in that battle, but I didn't expect that after that, Yang Hui, a bitch, would have been able to get along with each other and step by step."

"In a word, be careful about that old thing Yang Hui, he is not a good person!" My father was still resentful of what happened back then. When he mentioned Yang Hui, he looked very upset.

"Then I'm going to find my mother now, will I cause trouble for her?" Ling Qingfeng asked cautiously.

My father burped and shook his head and said, "So many years have passed. The head of the year is probably already dying. It should be nothing if you go to see her. I made a great vow at that time, but it would be hard to meet your mother!"

"Then can I see my mother? I don't want to cause trouble for her, I will protect her!" Ling Qingfeng was worried about gains and losses, and even spoke incoherently.

Dad nodded, then patted his head again, as if he had remembered something, and said, "Do you want to protect her? Haha! It's still far from it! There must be so many innate masters who died at my hands back then, and they are not like birds!"

"Also, I'll give you a piece of advice. It's best if you don't go stupidly to find the girl from the Yang family, because you are not Yang Hui's opponent. Unless you are willing to become a fat man and have the legendary innate magic weapon in your hands, you can barely compete with him." The father squeezed his eyes and said.

"Innate Divine Soldier? Are you talking about this thing?" Ling Qingfeng thought and took out the aircraft control button sent by Hongmen and pressed it gently.

"One, two, three, four, five" Five seconds later, a buzzing sound was added to Ling Qingfeng's hand.

Scar! Ling Qingfeng poured in the innate true energy into it, and the dragon-headed sword stretched out a four-foot-long translucent blade, making the coldness.

Dad Ling smiled and said, "Oh! You're lucky! You're talking about it! It's indeed an innate magic weapon! It's the treasure of the Beast Alliance, but it's an unknown blade that has killed several generations of soldiers and used it. There have been almost no good endings in the past six hundred years!"

"Do you know this knife too? Isn't it easy to use?" Ling Qingfeng frowned. How many secrets do my dad have? He is like this jar of old wine. The more he drinks, the more fragrant it becomes, the more delicious it becomes.

The father reached out to take the dragon-headed sword from his son's hand, and casually put a knife flower on his hand and stabbed it forward.

A translucent sword light suddenly stretched out, extending for more than four meters long, and shot out of the window.

At the end of the knife tip that was not dispersed, a piece of falling snow in the yard was cut into two by the knife's aura.

Such sword techniques and such thick innate true energy scared Ling Qingfeng.

At first, he thought that his father was strong and born with divine power at most. Later, he saw his father take action to knock Yang Hui away with his own eyes. He had already determined that he was a great master who entered the innate realm, but the feeling of the knife just now, the power he used was at least the strength of the innate realm, and maybe he could compete with the Earth-level master.

"I killed too many people back then, and they all deserved to die, and they didn't deserve to die! Later, it turned out like this, it was fake to say that you don't regret at all. So my mother made an agreement with you. I won't teach you martial arts, and I hope you will be an ordinary person. Unfortunately, you are the son of my Ling Linfeng. From the moment you took the police exam, I knew you would still follow my old path!

However, since you have embarked on this road of no return, keep getting stronger! When you surpass everyone one day, no one dares to point fingers in front of you. Remember, never be led by the rules of the game. You must be the one who sets the rules!"

Ling Qingfeng rarely saw his father speak so seriously and nodded vigorously.

"You have laid a good foundation in the past six months. You deserve to be my son. My dad told you about a set of innate sword techniques, but you must remember that you must keep three points of affection when you can. If you can, try not to use a knife!"

When Ling Qingfeng heard his father say it seriously, he nodded and said yes.

"The destruction of insults and destruction of the front is strong, and the enemy is injured in shallowness and deep. The courage is strong and the heart is thin, the muscles are loose and the arms are long. The enemy's front is not seen before, and the enemy's front is weak and the false is pricked to lure and lure. The shallow and deep are old and young, and they will be hiding when they advance and retreat.

"When the master deceives the guest, the guest attacks the master, they are all used to use the sword to force the sword to open the tip of the knife to smash the enemy's weapon as "tender", the blade near the handle to open the enemy's weapon as "old", the bumping and holding the knife is a little slow, and the knife first is "urgent". As for wrapping, slipping, twisting, rubbing, etc., they are all methods to use the sword."

"But these are just the key points and techniques of acquired sword techniques. You have entered the innate realm and should learn them very quickly. The true innate sword techniques are still the same as the real and the real. The operation is based on the heart!"

As my father said, he exhaled his internal strength, making the dragon-headed blade grow and short, and unpredictable.

"The knife score is pressed under the chopping board in the kitchen! You can practice this set of innate sword techniques at home during this winter vacation! First of all, you must be like me and be able to vent your sword energy at will. Is it difficult to play the sword in the innate virtual realm?"

Ling Qingfeng was stunned by his father's words, but his hand knife was really beautiful and envious.

"You must force your sword to rush to vent your sword at will. First of all, the mind and the internal strength must be united, and the mind and the internal strength are in harmony and synchronized, and that's enough!" said the father.

Ling Qingfeng suddenly remembered something and said, "Dad, when I was in the Golden Triangle, I met an ascetic monk who practiced raising his hand. He said he knew you and poured his energy into my head!"

"Oh? Is the monk you met tall and thin, looking like he hasn't had enough food?" asked my father.

"Absolutely, he recognized our bee-control skills, but unfortunately he was ruined by the old man!" Ling Qingfeng suddenly felt a little pitiful when he thought of the old monk.

"Oh, I remember that monk. I saved his life back then. He was a good person, but he was too dull and insisted on practicing bitter Zen. What a pity! One old friend outside died, one less. Haha! It will be the world of you young people in the future!"

Dad Ling paused and said, "The monk poured his mental strength back into your head. It saved you decades of hard work, but your strength is not enough, but your mental strength is too strong. If you can't reach balance, it's difficult to force the sword to get angry!

Without the air-distance sword energy, the changes in sword techniques will lose their spiritual charm and cannot be ranked first. Damn! I have to think about how to solve this problem! You can practice according to the knife score first!"

Ling Qingfeng said oh, anyway, he has never stumped his father in research. This kind of thing needs to be overcome at the technical level. Let him worry.

"By the way, leave this knife! This knife is an unknown thing. I will make a transformation for you. Do you like the style of horizontal swords?" My dad suddenly had a flash of inspiration and said.

Ling Qingfeng looked at his father suspiciously and said, "Well. I like the style of horizontal swords in the Tiger Wing Army, but Dad, do you really know how to change the swords? I have been with you for more than ten years and have never seen you still be able to do blacksmith work?"

My father showed disdain and said proudly: "Bad! You don't understand this, right? What is a master craftsman, you know everything! The horizontal sword style in the Tiger Wing Army was changed by you back then! There are still many things you don't know!"

Ling Qingfeng nodded repeatedly, turned around and walked towards the kitchen, and found out a knife book under the chopping board. The four words "The Knife of Love" were written in a few crooked and large characters.

"Uh..." Ling Qingfeng suddenly turned black. This broken sword score was indeed the style of his father, but the name of this sword technique was too ugly!

At this time, my father's voice came from a distance, "Don't doubt your father's talent! After learning this book "The Love-Breaking Sword", you can cut the enemy around like a fool. Wouldn't it be great!"

Ling Qingfeng didn't want to say anything anymore. Although his name was a little vulgar, his father's collection never disappointed him.

After staying at home for a whole week, Ling Qingfeng got up early every day to practice "The Sword of the Love" and "The Sword of the Love" at night. He started from the first stance and continued until the thirty-sixth stance.

My father set a goal for Ling Qingfeng, and he had to practice every knife move for 30,000 times until he was well-versed.

Ling Qingfeng knew that this was his father trying to lay a solid foundation for himself, so he took the initiative to increase his efforts in his heart, and forced himself to practice 50,000 times per move.

I don’t know how effective it is against the enemy, but Ling Qingfeng knows that he is about to become a dagger!

However, it was still very happy to put down the knife and stay with my dad.

The father and son drink some wine, chat and brag every day. When they are lucky, they can listen to their father sing a few words, "I am a casual person on Wolonggang!" Before they knew it, it was New Year's Eve.

There were a large table of New Year’s Eve dinner, with more than twenty dishes, all delivered by the villagers in the village. Knowing that the father and son had no women at home, Boss Ling was also a rough man, and every household in the village put the good dishes to the Ling family.

Ling Qingfeng was also very generous to the children who came to deliver food. He put the packaged red envelopes in the basket, and placed the basket at the gate, and the people who came to catch them casually! Each red envelope is not too small, and it is not too small to be too small, and it is not too small to be too small to be too small. It is enough to have fun.

The dolls in the countryside are also very abide by the rules. They took red envelopes and went to the convenience store at the entrance of the village to buy firecrackers and set them around the Ling family's house. After they set them off, they went to get the red envelopes. The mess was all day long from morning to night. The Ling family's yard was lively and not deserted at all.

Ling Qingfeng placed the tables on the table, poured wine for his father and himself, and then turned on the TV, waiting for his mother Lin Qingqiu to attend the Spring Festival Gala.

That night, the father and son drank a lot and were both drunk.

Ling Qingfeng made up his mind secretly that when the year is over, he must go to find his mother and can't wait for a moment!

On the morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year, Ling Qingfeng's phone kept ringing. It was full of all kinds of greetings. Gao Tianliang and Landi, who were far away in the capital, also called to congratulate the New Year.

Everyone chatted for a few casually and mentioned whether they would go to Principal Wang Youjun’s house to greet him in the old man’s New Year.

When Ling Qingfeng heard this, he was indeed a little moved and did not agree immediately. He would like to discuss it with his father.

Ling Qingfeng came to the backyard, and his father was burning molds with mud, which looked quite like that.

"Dad, I have something to discuss with you! Our classmates made an appointment together and said that we would go to the principal's house to greet the New Year. Do you think I'll bring some specialties or something?"

When Ling Qingfeng said this, he had basically made up his mind, so it would be best to ask his father to take out some good things.

"Well, your principal is a gentleman, it's time to wish him a New Year's greeting! But your status is different now. My son of Ling Linfeng, of course, can't give him too bad things. Wait, I'll go into the house to find some for you!"

After saying that, my dad got straight into his utility room and didn't come out for a long time.

Until Ling Qingfeng was a little worried, his father got out of the utility room covered in dust.

"Here, these three things are packed and can barely be given away, but you can't lose face!" My dad said with a happy smile.

Ling Qingfeng looked at the three things in his father's hand. Yes, they were all very homely gifts. It would not seem too abrupt to give to Principal Wang, and it would be the best fit.

My father handed the three gifts he had chosen to Ling Qingfeng, thought for a while, and added: "These are all good things! If someone laughs at the gift you give, you can try it out for them! Don't let people look down on me, do you understand?"

"Dad! I'm just going to pay New Year's greetings, so there are no such things! Principal Wang is not the kind of person who cares about it! I know what you take out of your hands must be good things, okay?" Ling Qingfeng said happily.

This time my dad was obviously much more reliable, and the gift he picked finally came out was normal, and it looked very suitable. Ling Qingfeng felt relieved. (To be continued)

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