Douluo's monastic career

Chapter 51 Heaven-Defying Training Speed
Time passed on the way.

Early in the morning, the first person who had regained his original appearance was already standing at the entrance of Drunken Soul Village.

"Uncle Wu, Skinny Monkey, what are you doing here? You got up so early."

"You are?" The two looked at the boy in front of them suspiciously.

"You are number one!"

After thinking about it in his heart, the thin monkey recognized his childhood playmate.

Although No. [-] has changed a lot in the past three years, but his eyebrows and eyes are very similar to his mother No. [-] Qing Lan, plus the title, it is not surprising that he is recognized.

"You are back, your mother is thinking about you every day."

"You child, you don't know how to come back these years~"

The thin monkey's father took the first hand and couldn't help but scold him.

"Father, quickly let Number One go home, Aunt Lan must be very happy to know!"

Seeing his father talking endlessly, the thin monkey smiled apologetically at No. [-], and said to his father.

"Okay, you hurry home, Shouhou and I will go to Offa City to see how much wine is left in the store."

"Hurry up and go back, come to Uncle Fifth's house when you have time~"

After saying goodbye to Uncle Wu, he warmly greeted the neighbors he met along the way.

The pace slowed down, looking at the familiar stone pier at the door, where I used to sit and watch the clouds when I was a child, and saw the scratches carved by myself on the wooden door, most of which have been eroded by the mottled time.

The eyes are slightly moist.

Standing blankly at the door, the joy along the way has been replaced by an inexplicable emotion.

Raise your hand slowly,
suddenly,

"squeak~"

The old wooden door opened slowly.

Qin Feng appeared in the first line of sight. Compared with three years ago, there is no change. If there is anything to say, it is more mature.

The father in front of him and the father in memory slowly merged together.

"Father..."

The first forcefully spit out two words.

"First?"

"Why are you standing at the door stupidly and not coming in?"

Qin Feng dragged the first one into the house, and said as he walked, "It seems that there is no wind today? Is the sand blinding your eyes?"

As he spoke, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up.

Excited on the side, pleasantly surprised and a little apprehensive, the expression on his face froze after hearing this for the first time.

His father's character was as bad as ever.

Without waiting for his son to answer, he strode towards the back room alone, shouting, "Qing Lan! Let's see who's back!"

"First~"

As the bedroom door opened, a voice that was often heard in dreams came to his ears, and his eyes couldn't help but feel a little sore.

"Is the first one back?" A familiar figure appeared in the first sight.

"Mother~"

One word exhausted my strength.

The first Qinglan stepped forward and hugged her son tightly, and gently wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.

Pretentiously said: "You child, why did you come back today, there should be more than a month before your holiday!"

"Well, I asked my aunt to take a vacation for me and came back early."

"But I've learned everything I need to learn, I'm No.1 in my grade."

Beside his mother, Yiyi seemed to have regained his youthful nature, and was no longer as calm as usual.

"Good, good, good!"

After the first Qinglan got excited, she let go of her son.

As if in slow motion, scanning the first appearance frame by frame from top to bottom, engraving the first appearance in his mind.

After a while, he said happily:

"Your third uncle gave you two grouse chickens last night, and mother will make you your favorite roasted chicken with honey sauce!"

As he said that, he was about to walk towards the kitchen.

"No, be careful, let me do it." Qin Feng nervously supported his wife, indicating that he can do these tasks by himself.

It was wrong at first glance.

My mother is a little more mature than two years ago, with loose clothes, a slightly protruding lower abdomen, and more obvious characteristics of her mother's surname.

He stretched out his hand to hold his mother's wrist, his face was full of surprise, and then he said happily:
"Mom, you~"

"That's right, it's been three months!" Qin Feng said proudly.

"Mom, sit down quickly, just leave the food to me. I have practiced a good cooking skill in the past few years!"

At this moment, the first thing is to be happy. With my younger siblings accompanying my parents, I feel more at ease.

I have only communicated with my family through letters in the past three years, it's not that I don't want to come back,
It's really a long way, and I was not strong at that time, so what if something happens to me!
It wasn't until he broke through level [-] and learned the disguise technique that he felt that he had the power to protect himself.

In addition, in order to conceal his second real body, he left Wuhun City, otherwise, with his number one personality, he might not come out until the Soul King.

Under the unanimous decision of the father and son, Qing Lan could only sit in the yard and direct the command remotely.

Take out the grill, kill chickens, and wash vegetables.

The first Qing Lan smiled: "It's been a long time since the house has been so lively!"

In order to show off his talents, the first one also took out various ingredients in his storage space and fiddled with them.

Before noon, several delicate side dishes were already on the table:

Candied gold shreds, jade plums in rock sugar, chicken wings in honey sauce, roasted chicken legs, beggar's chicken, 24 bridge moonlit nights, jade flute who listens to falling plums, good soup.

As a senior gourmet in the past few years, Huang Rong has searched a lot of recipes.

The whole family sat at the table and introduced the names of the dishes and their recipes to the parents one by one.

Served a bowl of soup for my mother, looking forward to it.

"Delicious!"

Listening to my mother's praise, I happily sandwiched dishes for my mother, and the family enjoyed themselves.

"Eat more, you are growing!"

There was an extra chicken leg and a chicken wing in the first bowl.

"Um"

He glanced at his parents, lowered his head, and didn't know what to say for a while.

Suddenly it felt wrong, as if something was missing.

Linger!

Quickly released Ling'er who was forced to sleep.

"What a lovely horse!"

The first Qinglan covered her mouth and whispered.

First, he introduced Ling'er to his parents, and talked about the experience of the auction house by the way, which made the two of them amazed.

The first Qing Lan stroked Ling'er full of joy, and sandwiched vegetables for it.

Ling'er seemed to have sensed the kindness of the woman in front of her, as well as the little life in her body, and obediently accepted it.

"Are you coming back this time to add a fourth spirit ring?" Qin Feng asked casually based on the first cultivation speed, roughly calculating the time.

"Well, I came back early this time because I really wanted to hunt a soul beast so that I could make a breakthrough."

"But mother now..."

"It's okay, your cultivation is important." First Qing Lan interrupted First Number.

He looked at the father and son with firm eyes.

"Well, first add a soul ring to your martial soul.

Your mother is only three months pregnant, so it's fine." Qin Feng thought about it.

"Father, what level are you now?" Number One asked curiously.

Ever since my father started to practice the Blood Knife Sutra, it seems that because of the high degree of fit, the speed of cultivation has far exceeded No. [-]'s prediction.

"Guess?" Qin Feng smiled mysteriously.

"Could it be that you broke through to the Soul Emperor?"

This possibility is very high. Three years ago, Qin Feng was a level 55 soul king.

Back then, Bibi Dong, who was lower than Qin Feng's level, broke through to the soul emperor, and Qin Feng, who had no reason to be highly compatible with the blood knife scripture, was still a soul king.

"Now I'm just a level 64 soul emperor," Qin Feng said pretending to be indifferent.

"Puff~cough~cough cough~cough cough~"

"you you…"

Turning his head and spraying out the good soup that had already been drunk in his mouth, he was the first to be shocked and speechless.

This is impossible!

Bibi Dong's Tianzi is not bad, right, backed by the Wuhun Hall, and with the title Douluo to guide him, there must be no shortage of training resources, but he is only at level 61.

I'm not bad either, although the cultivation of Shenzhaojing is slow, it's already fast compared to the same level.

Just like this, I have only raised seven levels in three years, and this is still in the realm of the soul sect, but my father has raised as much as nine levels in the realm of the soul king and soul emperor, even if the level of soul ring promotion with a high age limit is not counted. , There is also an eighth grade.

You practiced fast three years ago, which can be explained by the high degree of compatibility with the Blood Knife Sutra. In addition, you have accumulated a lot in the past 20 years, but you are still breaking out in the realm of soul king and soul emperor?This is a bit unreasonable!
"You, you won't~?"

The first looked at his father suspiciously, condensed his sword intent to amplify his perception, and felt his father's breath carefully.

It was very pure, without a trace of the mixed and bloodthirsty breath of an evil soul master.

"What are you thinking?" Qin Feng glanced at his son with disdain.

"My cultivation is all based on my own efforts, and I have cultivated little by little!"

Qin Feng's words were as sharp as iron, full of power, which made people have to believe.

"Are you hanging up?"

Could it be that he picked up some kind of system?Could it be that he is the supporting role?
First, I asked secretly from the bottom of my heart, this is unscientific!Without celestial grass, without the divine test, how could one cultivate so quickly? This is the fifth level of the Soul King Realm, and the fourth level of the Soul Emperor Realm!

"Hey, don't tease the number one." The number one Qing Lan beside him couldn't stand it any longer and said out loud.

"Your father was able to cultivate so quickly, but it's all thanks to you and me, otherwise~"

"Now it's nothing more than a soul emperor!"

The first Qing Lan explained to her son with a proud expression on her face.

"Our credit?"

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration came, and I was overjoyed.

"Could it be that you have already brewed it?"

Listening to the meaning of mother's words, I figured it out in the first moment.

Before going to Wuhun City, the first one also kept Li Taibai's Zuixianniang book and two books by Hu Qingniu and Wang Nangu, hoping that his mother could relieve her boredom.

The Book of Zuixian Brewing contains fifty wine recipes collected by Li Taibai all his life, including various brewing methods of spirit wine and immortal wine.

It was also this book that opened the door to a new world for Yi Qinglan, and it turns out that wine can still be brewed in this way.

My father can practice so fast, it is only possible that my mother has already brewed spirit wine.

I just don't know how many kinds have been brewed.

(End of this chapter)