Fantasy: Quietly Draw A Sword 100,000 times, And You Will Be The Sword God When You Come Out In The

Chapter 238

There was noisy noise around.

Xu Tian slowly opened his eyes and looked.

I saw a middle-aged face with a clean short beard and an elegant face in front of him. Upon closer inspection, he was a middle-aged scribe in brocade clothes.

This middle-aged scribe was looking at him with a look of love and joy.

Next to him, there was a woman whose appearance could not be said to be outstanding.

Although this woman can’t say how bright and beautiful her face is, her eyebrows and eyes are full of tenderness.

I want to come to these two people, it is his father and mother in this simulation scene.

“Son, let daddy come and kiss you~~~”

The middle-aged scribe pursed his mouth and kissed Xu Tian’s face.

There was a chill in Xu Tian’s heart, and he subconsciously wanted to use Magic power to shake it open.

But before Xu Tian could move, Xu Tian was startled, and then the Magic power dissipated.

This random law scene simulation made him feel it. After using Magic power, what else can he feel?

“What’s all this…”

Xu Tian complained in his heart, then stretched out his hand, patted the middle-aged scribe on the face, and pulled his mouth away.

“what?”

The middle-aged scribe was taken aback, his eyes widened suddenly.

“Meng, Mengjun, my son just smoked me! Did you see?” The middle-aged scribe quickly looked at the gentle woman on the bed.

The gentle woman called Mengjun laughed and said: “Well, husband, the child is still young, don’t tease him. Let’s give him a name?”

“Take a name?”

The middle-aged scribe scratched his head and said, “Mengjun, how about calling him Honghu? Chen Honghu means that he has aspirations for Honghu in the future.”

“Honghu? No, no, I only hope that our future children will be safe, healthy, and have the ambition of Honghu. That would be too exhausting. Let’s call Chen Chang’an, Chang’an for the first time, and Changning for years.”

The gentle woman shook her head.

“Chen Changan? No, no, the current capital is called Chang’an, so it’s a taboo.”

The middle-aged scribe pondered for a while and shook his head.

“This…..~~.”

The gentle woman also had a hard time hearing this.

The two frowned sadly.

Until a long time passed.

The middle-aged scribe just opened his mouth and said: “Mengjun, I am late to get a son. The arrival of this child is also the fate of our three generations. Or we will ask him to cultivate fate. How?”

“Xiuyuan? Chen Xiuyuan?”

The gentle woman’s eyes lit up when she heard this, and then Xinxi nodded and said: “Okay, then call him Chen Xiuyuan!”

The middle-aged scribe Chen Yuanfeng lifted Xu Tian high, and laughed heartily:

“I have Chen Yuanfeng and a son! Our Chen family is right behind!”

“Hahaha, Xiuyuan! My son is called Chen Xiuyuan!”

……

……

Five years passed in a flash.

Xu Tian has also become a bearish child from the swaddling baby who fell to the ground.

In the past five years, Xu Tian has also understood the situation of the family clearly.

His father, Chen Yuanfeng, was a doctor of the censorship of the dynasty. Not long ago, he was promoted to be a minister of rites, a third-rank official!

The second in command of the entire Ministry of Rites!

Mother Shen Mengjun, actually is not from a wealthy family, but an ordinary gentle woman.

The overall situation is pretty good.

Of course, in Xu Tian’s eyes, don’t say that Chen Yuanfeng is the minister of ceremonies, even the prime minister, or the ninety-five supreme on the dragon chair, Xu Tian will not take a point.

In the past five years, Xu Tian has been thinking silently about where the random laws appeared in this random law scene simulation.

However, Ren Xu Tian wanted to break his head, and did not find a trace of the law of half minutes.

“Hey…what rules does the system want me to understand?”

Xu Tian Lotus Position sat in the courtyard and sighed in his heart.

“Young Master, it’s dinner!”,

At this time, a young man in Tsing Yi ran over.

Xu Tian nodded, motioned to understand, got up and followed the young man in Qingyi, and walked towards the main hall.

Next to the wooden table in the main hall,

Chen Yuanfeng and Shen Mengjun sat in the first place.

It stands to reason that Chen Yuanfeng was promoted to the post of the minister of ceremonies. He should be proud of such a big promotion.

But at this moment, he was holding his chopsticks and didn’t mean to eat half of it, frowning and sighing again and again.

“Mengjun, what’s the matter with the child of Xiuyuan? Other children can talk when they are more than one year old, and they can speak at the age of two or three, but our family is five years old for Xiuyuan. Dad can’t even shout?”

“Mengjun, do you want to see the doctor in the palace and see what is going on?”

As soon as the voice fell, Shen Mengjun glared at him and said angrily:

“Chen Yuanfeng! If you talk about finding a doctor for Xiuyuan, you can blame me for turning around with you! I will tell you again, my family is not sick!”,

Chen Yuanfeng smiled bitterly when he heard the words: “Lady, I didn’t mean that…”

“You don’t mean that what does that mean?”

Shen Mengjun glared.

Seeing that he was about to quarrel again, Chen Yuanfeng couldn’t help but waved his hand helplessly: “¨ˇ It’s good, my fault, I won’t mention it in the future.”

When Shen Mengjun heard the words, his face was a little slow, and he snorted and said nothing.

The trivial life of the husband and child for five years has also turned this gentle woman into a hot tempered woman.

The few maids standing next to them did not dare to make a sound, but they looked at each other concealedly.

They are also very strange.

This young Master is not a person who is born with dementia in his usual manners, so why can’t he speak?

Moreover, this young Master doesn’t like reading books or martial arts. He doesn’t have the naughty and naughty he should be at this age, so he likes to sit alone.

and…..

The most frightening thing is.

They sometimes tell stories to the young Master. Seeing the gaze coming out of the young Master’s eyes, it was not the childish curiosity of a child at all, but the maturity and sarcasm like an adult who has experienced life. It should not be at this age.

Little Young Master, it’s so strange (good Zhao)!

“Okay, don’t look downcast, it’s time to cultivate fate.”

Shen Mengjun gently touched Chen Yuanfeng with his elbow.

Chen Yuanfeng rubbed his face, squeezing a smile on his face.

He saw Chen Xiuyuan walking along with the Tsing Yi young man holding his hand, and quickly grinned with a smile that he thought was kind:

“Xiuyuan, I haven’t seen you in the past few days, how are you doing your homework? Did you miss Daddy?”

Xu Tian had a cold face, but looked up at Chen Yuanfeng expressionlessly, and curled his lips.

Chen Yuanfeng’s face was stiff.

I don’t know why, he always feels that Xu Tian’s expression is mocking his spear.

“Come on, Xiuyuan, come here, mother, if you ever come back, just ask if you have done your homework well.”

Shen Mengjun first gave Chen Yuanfeng a blank look, then looked at Xu Tian, ​​his eyes were full of smiles, and he took Xu Tian into his arms.

“Come on, Xiuyuan is hungry? Mother made you pork ribs with taro mash, mother will feed you.”.