My whole family cultivated immortality without telling me

"Go away!"

Shen Qingyun kicked the ball, and Qingmu Daoren's ball drew a perfect arc and flew straight to the backyard.

The scene that followed was unbearable to watch.

Hu Niu is so abstract that she looks like a blank space left in the world, fading away with the pen of the world.

The little black chicken spread its wings and kicked its legs, cackling all the way in pursuit.

Due to the defects of its physiological structure, the dog's leg lay flat and was lifted up by Shen Qingyun's kick.

"Go guard the door!"

Da da da……

Aoki ball stopped after a few bounces.

When I looked up, it was Uncle Zhou who was chopping wood.

While Zhou Bo was chopping, he looked at Taoist Qingmu in the ball indifferently.

Aoki shuddered, his eyes drooped, but his remaining soul almost exploded again.

"Is this the aura of the Eight Realms Dao Master on the ground?"

Still looks a bit familiar?
Aoki thought about it, and the name of an old friend came to his mind.

"Yes, is it Elder Blood Corpse?"

Elder Xueshi, a veteran elder of the Blood Sect, retired from the sequence of elders thousands of years ago and became one of the Blood Sect's trump cards. His seniority is much higher than that of Taoist Qingmu, the Blood Sect's left protector.

"It's just a finger of the blood corpse."

Oh, just a missing finger.

Aoki let out a sigh of relief...half a breath.

He still had half a breath left, but it got stuck in his throat after he realized the true identity of the old man in front of him.

"Then, then the others..."

Zhou Bo smiled without saying anything, stretched out his legs slightly, and poked the green wooden ball out.

"Tiger girl, go on."

Hu Niu glanced at Zhou Bo, seemed to sense something behind it, and hurriedly caught the ball and turned around.

At this moment, Shen Qingyun's laughter was heard.

"Uncle Zhou, can you give me a kick?"

Zhou Bo dropped his axe, smiled bitterly and stood up: "This old slave's body, whatever..."

"Haha, it's okay if you're old, Hu Niu, hurry up!"

A game of football ended in dissatisfaction.

Shen Qingyun squatted on the ground, and the three children surrounded him, looking at the wilted green wooden ball.

"Strange, is he out of breath?"

Great idea, young master!

"That shouldn't be the case," Shen Qingyun turned the ball over, but couldn't find the leak. He sighed helplessly, "Forget it, let the Chamber of Commerce make two more with full air tomorrow."

Zhou Bo became excited when he heard this, and was about to agree...

"Sister, don't send people door to door."

"Sister Yun, wait a minute. I can't let you go back empty-handed. This wax whip..."

Judging from the Huang family’s background, I’m afraid they have started a business of wholesale wax whips?

Shen Qingyun was so happy that he didn't go forward, but just watched the shoving and jostling in front of the mansion gate.

In the end, Yun Qianqian didn't go back, but walked in with a dozen whips.

"If you take it, my father will suffer. If you don't take it, my father will suffer too..."

Shen Qingyun sighed, took a few steps forward, and gave Yun Qianqian a big hug.

"mother!"

"Oh, you kid..."

The pain of separation is dispelled in a hug.

After talking about all these family matters, Shen Qingyun still didn't shut up.

Yun Qianqian asked in confusion: "Qingyun, why are you so excited?"

Shen Qingyun smiled and said, "I just miss my mother after being away from home for so long. But I see that my mother looks so rosy... Mom, where is my father?"

Yun Qianqian was stunned: "Ah, your father, he..."

Shen Qingyun's face turned pale, and he stood up in shock and said, "Mom, please don't scare me!"

"What are you thinking about!" Yun Qianqian secretly breathed a sigh of relief when she sensed that her father had thrown Shen Weilong into the Ministry of War. She rolled her eyes and said, "If he's not at home, he must be at the government office!"

Mother's face was beaming with joy.

Dad is trapped in the government office?
Shen Qingyun's eyes rolled.

"It seems that there is a reason why Aunt Huang gave me the whip..."

However, as a son, Shen Qingyun still couldn't let go and said hurriedly: "Mom, I'll go to the Ministry of War to see Dad."

"Hey, are you coming back for dinner tonight?"

"If you don't come back, my father and I will never be able to come back, haha..."

"Stinky boy!"

Yun Qianqian was both angry and amused.

Laughing but also feeling scared.

"It didn't give you away, did it?"

Baiyi said respectfully, "Madam, you have returned just in time."

"It's true that Huang Liu was frightened by his unannounced entrance," Yun Qianqian pondered, "but there's no need to worry. She'll get used to it after a few more unannounced visits."

You are the lady, you have the final say.

Zhou Bo was afraid of a dull moment, so he asked hurriedly, "Madam, the master..."

"What can happen to him..."

Zhou Bo and Baiyi all breathed a sigh of relief when they heard this.

"I just feel exhausted."

Madam, please finish your words at once!

The two of them felt their hearts beating fast, and Zhou Bo's voice trembled a little: "Take off, take off your strength?"

This word is simple.

But if used on the number one swordsman in the world of immortal cultivation... it would almost be equivalent to achieving the achievement of destroying the Blood Sect or the Demon Sect, right?
"Let's not talk about him anymore," Yun Qianqian glanced at the backyard and said disdainfully, "Why did you bring dirty things home?"

Zhou Bo hurriedly said, "It's all my fault. I'll clean it up right away."

"Who?"

"The blood corpse of the Blood Clan."

Yun Qianqian raised her eyebrows: "Are you enjoying it?"

"No," Zhou Bo explained, "I was escorting Bai Yi back home, but was ambushed by the blood corpse halfway, so I killed him."

Yun Qianqian looked at Baiyi and said, "Look, it's so unsafe outside. Stay home and go out less."

Baiyi curled his lips in his heart and responded casually.

"Go back and inform the Qingtian Sect," Yun Qianqian ordered, "so that people outside won't go around looking for the Dragon King."

The Dragon King was taken in by the Qingtian Sect, which was also a good way to end the conflict.

Zhou Bo nodded in agreement. Seeing that Yun Qianqian had no more instructions, he left the main hall, went to the backyard, and dug up the soil to bury the finger.

"Uncle Zhou, Uncle Zhou," Huniu suddenly appeared and asked eagerly, "Give it to me?"

The Eight Realms Dao Body is still somewhat useful against the Gengjin White Tiger.

Zhou Bo curled his lips and said, "You don't mind the dirtiness, but the young master does."

Hu Niu said angrily: "It's not for the younger generation to eat, but..."

"Stop this," Zhou Bo taught him. "And just now, your speed was too exaggerated. Just now, you can attribute it to your excitement after seeing the young master. Be careful of the impact later. How old is a guy running so fast? Do you think it was all Liu Gaosheng?"

have to.

Not only did he beg in vain, he was also scolded.

Huniu returned to the courtyard with a depressed look on her face, and went to watch the show at Liu's mansion with Xiaoheiji and Goutui.

The Ministry of War has a new look.

Before, Yu Butang went out and was given an enclave to become a high-ranking official.

The person who took over the Ministry of War was the first in line of succession, Left Vice Minister Qiu Huaizi.

When Qiu Huaizi heard that Shen Qingyun was coming to visit, he ran away with one of his shoes flying off.

When he was about 70 to 80 meters away from Shen Qingyun, he stopped again, his eyes reddened, and he choked up and said, "Qingyun, you're back?"

As for it, Lord Qiu!

After all this, Shen Qingyun had no choice but to bite the bullet and not run away. He said respectfully: "Your humble servant greets Chief Qiu..."

"What are you talking about!" Qiu Huaizi pulled him aside with a stern face, "I still like Qingyun to call me uncle. Hurry up and inform the workshop that my Qingyun is here, and let Shen Weilong hurry..."

"Hey, hey, hey, Mr. Qiu... Uncle, uncle," Shen Qingyun hurriedly bowed, "I can go by myself, and I will visit you later."

"Haha, I was waiting for you to say that," Qiu Huaizi said with a smile, "Go quickly."

Compared to before the Chu and Han Dynasties, the workshop has undergone tremendous changes.

With the strong support from allies in the Ten Directions Alliance, the expansion area of ​​the workshop doubled. Along the way of several hundred feet, Shen Qingyun sensed more than a dozen formations.

At least 60% of the officials who came to greet the guests were monks, and all of them looked like old pedants and fools.

Just by looking at these talents, Shen Qingyun knew that Qin Wu's equipment and armor would show explosive growth in a short period of time.

"At present, there is no corresponding armor for body cultivators. If..."

After a little imagination, Shen Qingyun became excited. Seeing the two gatekeepers...

"Wow, there are two of you in the open, and there are two more in secret?"

Shen Qingyun saw through it but didn't say anything. He bowed to the two priests in the open and shouted, "Dad, I..."

"Young Master Shen," the attendant said hurriedly, "Master Shen has just fallen asleep, please keep your voice down."

My dad is so tired?

Shen Qingyun was unhappy and asked with a smile: "I wonder what my father is busy with today?"

The attendant smiled bitterly and said, "To be honest, even though there are more people, Lord Shen is actually even busier. His current work is still on that box..."

Shen Qingyun nodded and was about to wait by the side when he heard a call from the workshop.

"Qingyun is here?"

Knowing that his father couldn't sleep, Shen Qingyun walked into the workshop. His spiritual sense discovered that the two priests behind him shook their heads. Secretly, the two priests who had just stood up slowly sat down.

There was a lot of noise in the workshop.

Elder Wang was busy with a dozen newly promoted officials, and Shen Weilong was sitting next to him in an armchair.

"Dad..." Shen Qingyun said with a smile, "I follow mother's order and ask Dad to come home."

Shen Weilong said in a deep voice: "It's not urgent..."

As he was talking, Shen Qingyun walked behind his father, put his hands on his shoulders, and rubbed them gently with his five fingers. "Dad, what are you busy with?"

Two small hands can't hold up the shoulders of the entire world of immortal cultivation.

But he was able to control Shen Weilong's sword heart.

A smile appeared on Shen Weilong's face without any warning.

"Box armor," he said, and then felt it was not enough, so he added, "Yours."

Shen Qingyun paused, bent down and whispered.

"Dad, you may not believe this, but my son is doing very well out there. He's handsome and sweet-talking. Anyone who wants to beat up your son will end up getting attacked by a group of people."

Shen Weilong said in a deep voice: "There are also people who are blind and hard of hearing, we must be on guard."

I even suspect that Dad, you and the two old seniors, Lord Yin Yang Dragon King and Xia Youzhu!
Shen Qingyun was shocked and asked, "Dad, are you sure your son will be beaten?"

Shen Weilong was silent.

Shen Qingyun rolled his eyes and said with emotion: "When I go out on weekdays, my mother is very happy. What comforts me is that my old father still cares about me and the people who beat me..."

"Don't talk nonsense," Shen Weilong turned to look at his son, "It seems to be taller?"

Shen Qingyun smiled and said, "Not as tall as my father. I need to eat more meat."

Shen Weilong's mouth twitched slightly: "Where did they go?"

The two of them started chatting.

As Shen Qingyun spoke, he checked his father's body. He indeed looked exhausted and overworked.

"Is the box armor my father wants to build more powerful than the Gatling Gun that can destroy immortals and slay immortals?"

Subconsciously, he looked towards the corner of the workshop.

There was a solitary box, which I had seen the last time I was here.

"Eh?" Shen Qingyun noticed something was wrong and pointed at the box armor and asked, "Why are there three more patterns? Did you draw them, Dad? They look really nice."

Shen Weilong shook his head and said, "No."

"That is?"

Shen Weilong thought about it, stood up and said, "Go home."

Shen Qingyun was startled. Seeing that his father was a little serious, he hurriedly said with a smile: "That's right. I like my father to come home. I am happy when my father comes home. When my father is happy, my mother is happy. When my mother is happy, the whole family is happy... See you later, two priests..."

Watching the Shen father and son leave, the two servants were thinking only of their mother's happiness, which would bring happiness to the whole family.

"The Shen family's status is obvious."

"I wonder why Lord Shen is so obsessed with official duties, eh..."

"You still feel sorry for him? He is such a jerk who doesn't know how to appreciate the blessings he has!"

……

Come back home.

reunion.

eat.

Small talk.

The father and son ran to the study again.

Shen Qingyun didn't understand the formation. He glanced at his father's serious face, thought for a while, and then released his spiritual sense to surround the entire Shen family in three layers.

"Tsk tsk," the lackey said enviously, "Based on the speed Young Master is going, he will probably be at the sixth level by the end of the year?"

Hu Niu said meaningfully: "Then you two will really become pets."

"Boss," the little black chicken said quickly, "We will be together next year, but you..."

"I am Gengjin White Tiger!"

"But I heard that the Gengjin White Tiger that drank dragon blood is even more powerful?"

Huniu ran towards the kitchen without saying a word.

The little black chicken's face turned pale.

He was sure that this was not to ask for dragon blood, the boss was not that stupid.

That means he is going to file a complaint!

"Don't run around," Shen Qingyun was just closing the door when he saw Hu Niu running wildly, and hurriedly said, "Help me look after the house."

Huniu stopped and rushed to the gate of the mansion.

"Tiger girl is awesome!"

After the door was closed, Shen Qingyun sat in front of Shen Weilong and asked, "Dad, what's wrong?"

Shen Weilong was silent for a while, then said, "It was a few nights ago when three rays of light suddenly fell into the workshop and attached themselves to the box armor."

Is that all?

Shen Qingyun was speechless and smiled: "It's not a big deal, Dad, you scared me. Our Qinwu has been connected with the world of immortal cultivation. In the future, there will be many such things. Dad, you have to adjust your ideas and welcome the new era..."

Ok?
"My son has always been smart. This is... not something you could have guessed?"

Shen Weilong didn't expect this.

Glancing sideways, Baiyi in the kitchen was almost crying.

That's understandable.

Longzhong Jueyuan put on such a big show, but in the end... it was all in vain.

Shen Weilong said in a deep voice: "I asked Elder Wang..."

"Hey," Shen Qingyun waved his hands, "What does he know? If he had a little ability, he could join the army... Dad, I don't mean to look down on you, but then again, he hasn't even seen a dragon, how can he be considered a cultivator... Eh?"

Shen Qingyun suddenly froze and his eyes stopped moving.

Shen Weilong heaved a sigh of relief immediately, and without shouting, he just drank his tea in silence.

Kitchen room.

Zhou Bo said with relief: "Young Master is really smart, he guessed it right away."

"Well," Baiyi stopped crying and asked worriedly, "Young Master, will you be suspicious?"

Zhou Bo laughed and said, "If I have to suspect someone, I'd suspect the Dragon King... Hey, hey, hey, don't cry..."

study.

Shen Qingyun turned his head and glared at Shen Weilong.

After a long time, he began to swallow his saliva.

Can't swallow.

My body began to tremble.

"Qingyun, what's wrong with you?"

"Dededede, Dad..." Shen Qingyun twisted his thigh three times, took a breath of cold air, and stuttered, "When did it happen?"

Shen Weilong pondered and said, "It's probably been about ten days."

Shen Qingyun counted the days and his face turned even paler.

"The day, the date, it also matches..."

His eyes became clear, and he became dumbfounded. He sat there in silence.

Shen Weilong asked in a deep voice: "Qingyun?"

"Dad, let your son be quiet..."

"Ah."

Shen Weilong stood up and was about to open the door.

"father……"

"Ok?"

"Who else knows about this?"

Hearing this, Shen Weilong turned around and looked at his son. After a long while, he said in a deep voice, "I was on duty alone that night."

After he finished speaking, Shen Qingyun let out a long breath.

It seemed as if he had exhaled all his energy and fell limply on the recliner, gasping for breath.

Shen Weilong pursed his lips, turned around, closed the door and left.

The study is dark.

Shen Qingyun stared at the beams with bright eyes, not knowing what he was thinking about.

Not long after, he subconsciously touched his right arm.

That was where the dragon's whiskers rubbed against him.

"The crying child gets the milk?"

Lord Dragon King, a nobody like me really doesn’t mean that!

"So, the dragon race actually values ​​humility?"

"Your Majesty and no one else mentioned it. It seems... at least the people in the Heavenly Punishment City haven't discovered it..."

"Three points of light, woo woo woo... If the cultivator in the secret realm is right, then, that is the reverse scale!"

"It's still the Dragon King's reverse scale!"

"How can I, Shen Qingyun, be worthy of such a reward..."

"No, a dragon king that big and a light spot that bright, Qin Wu's people can't see it, so those big guys in the cultivation world..."

Shen Qingyun immediately sat up straight and looked towards the Ministry of War.

After a while, he lay down again.

"If there really was a big shot secretly watching... seeing my father wasting materials like that, he would have probably been unable to control himself a long time ago!"

"Luckily, my dad only gave me a scary name!"

"Sacred Armor, my father really made it, hey..."

……

In just one hour, Shen Qingyun had countless thoughts in his mind, and finally fell into a deep sleep.

All the bigwigs in the Shen family breathed a sigh of relief.

"Huh," Yun Qianqian also exhaled, "Now all those methods used by Qingyun have their source."

And this is the reason why Baiyi created a big scene in Longzhong Jueyuan.

Shen Weilong nodded, thought for a moment and asked again: "Does the Dragon Clan... have a sword tradition?"

What this means is that the big guys have all kinds of cards on Shen Qingyun, including Shen Weilong's.

Yun Qianqian didn't understand this and looked at Baiyi.

Baiyi hurriedly said: "Master, Madam, Baiyi can learn, Baiyi is very smart."

Fine.

Shen Weilong was thinking about creating a set of sword-cultivation methods tailor-made for the dragon clan when Shen Qingyun in the study room suddenly jumped up.

"Burn, little universe!"

After shouting, he fell down with a "duang" sound, his mouth expanding and contracting. (End of this chapter)