"Whoosh" and "whoosh" were heard in the store, and then two small cranes flew in.
"Huh"
This is the communication talisman of Yuwei clan brother He Shiyun.
A flash of light flashed in Chen Yuqian's hand, and he grabbed the two paper cranes.
"Brother Yugan clan, nephew Shiyun and I have discovered the traces of the thief, but the thief's cultivation is not something that the two of us can deal with..."
Chen Yuqian pinched the magic formula in his hand, and a line of text appeared.
Obviously the opened paper crane was written by Chen Yuwei, but in his heart he explained the reason why the two of them came home late after receiving the letter.
After Chen Yuqian saw the information, he was overjoyed. Looking at it now, the possibility of his ancestor breaking through the Zi Mansion is very high.
After Chen Yuqian read this letter from his clan brother, he couldn't wait to inject spiritual power into the remaining paper crane.
Since the letter I just opened is from my Yuwei clan brother, then the remaining paper crane must be the letter written by my incompetent youngest son Chen Shiyun.
No old father is not worried about his son outside.
Besides, Chen Shiyun is not a peaceful master. He is so trouble-making and impatient, how can he not worry Chen Yuqian, an old father.
"Father is fine, and the child is safe outside. He is on his way back with his uncle. I hope father doesn't have to worry."
When Chen Yuqian couldn't wait to inject spiritual energy and opened the paper crane, the familiar words made Chen Yuqian very uncomfortable.
His eyes were red, but he was very happy inside. His son had grown up.
Chen Yuwei and Chen Shiyun's confirmation of the messengers made Chen Yuqian feel at ease.
Now that everything is developing in a positive direction, I cannot live up to everyone's trust. I must stand on this last post and wait for the dawn to come.
Chen Yuqian's eyes were full of confidence. He believed that if he waited a little longer, these little jumpers jumping around would be dealt with.
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Yuyang Cave, Biyun Peak, Jiuhua Mountain.
In the cave, a young man is practicing with his eyes closed. This man is Chen Zhiyu, who has been in seclusion for two years.
At this time, the mana in his body was fluctuating greatly, and the spiritual energy in his body was surging. It looked like he was about to break through again.
But you must know that it has only been more than a month since Chen Zhiyu broke through to the eighth level of Qi training. How could he break through again in such a short period of time?
But if you take a closer look, you will find that this breakthrough is not as thrilling and turbulent as the last time.
"Click"
An inaudible sound rang out.
Chen Zhiyu's aura began to change from weak to strong, and then from strong to weak. This cycle repeated several times, and the aura around Chen Zhiyu slowly began to stabilize.
Suddenly, Chen Zhiyu's anger sank into his Dantian, his eyes opened, and two rays of light shot out of the air, and then a stone in the cave was shattered.
It's just that it's obvious that Chen Zhiyu's breakthrough this time is not as big as the last time. It is obvious that this is only a small-scale breakthrough.
"Is this the power of the eighth level of Qi training? It is really much stronger than when I was at the seventh level of Qi training."
Chen Zhiyu felt the changes in himself and kept looking at himself, with an obvious smile on his face. He was obviously very happy.
"I really didn't expect that this retreat not only broke through the eighth level of Qi training, but also luckily broke through to the middle of the eighth level."
"It seems that I am one step closer to the ninth level of Qi training, and one step closer to breaking through to the realm of foundation building."
Chen Zhiyu felt his own breath, and then murmured to himself.
After that, Chen Zhiyu quickly closed his eyes again, because although he had broken through the middle of the eighth level of Qi training, his state was not very stable. He still needed to continue to retreat for a while to stabilize his own cultivation.
thing.
Soon the cave returned to calm, and Chen Zhiyu entered the state of seclusion again.
But it is obvious that this retreat will not last long. It will take more than two months at most before our Chen Jiazhi is about to leave the retreat to work.
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In a courtyard halfway up Biyun Peak, an old-looking man was pouring a jar of wine into his mouth.
Next to him, an eleven or twelve year old boy was practicing very hard with a wooden sword.
The man drinking next to him would put down his wine jar from time to time, open his mouth and scold the boy.
"How come you, boy, have no energy when it comes to practicing swordsmanship?"
"Look at how bad you are, who will marry you in the future!"
"They are both born to the same mother, and they are both the offspring of the same father. Look at your third brother and your fourth sister. You can't improve your cultivation level, and you can't learn this swordsmanship well. I'll teach you how to identify herbal medicine. You can also learn it."
No, what can you do!"
As he spoke, the old-looking man simply put the wine jar aside and scolded the teenage boy directly.
"It's not my fault, I didn't want my spiritual roots to be so bad!"
The teenage boy was so frightened that he trembled all over, then waved his sword and muttered something in a low voice.
It's just that although his voice is soft when he speaks, he is indeed not as thin as the man next to him.
"You kid has learned to talk back!"
"You don't know anything, and you still dare to talk back. Your brain is worse than a pig's brain."
"Let you stand up, let you stand up..."
"Pah...pah"
There was a sound of shoes slapping against the thick and smooth flesh.
It turned out that the man not only heard the little boy's muttering, but out of anger, he took off his shoes and hit the boy's butt. The beating was so painful!
"Dad, Dad, I was wrong, I was wrong, isn't it okay?"
The boy who was being carried by the man was also very pitiful and had to cry out to the man and beg for mercy.
“That’s pretty much it”
In fact, for the man, the thunder was louder and the raindrops were lighter. The shoe was lifted high and fell gently, but it did not hurt the child.
The man put the boy down and said loudly:
"You boy, please practice your sword well. If you still can't break through after a year, don't blame your father and me for being ruthless."
“Okay, okay”
This boy ran very fast from the ground, but it was a pity that he still had to practice his sword in this yard, and under his own nose, so he had no way to escape.
"This little brat"
The man looked at his son's behavior and couldn't help but shake his head.
Thinking about it, he stood in the yard again and looked in a direction above the mountain, murmuring:
"It's been almost two and a half years, and I don't know how Zhiyu is doing? When will he be released from confinement?"
These two people were Chen Zhiyu's father Chen Yuqian and his little brother Chen Zhizhong.