Martial God of Myriad Realms

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Chapter 761 The Taste of Home

"It seems that the nodes of the matrix division line are not necessarily one hundred meters."

Seeing this, Cheng Feng thought to himself: "It is estimated that the distance is divided by the difficulty of the matrix method. The greater the difficulty, the longer the distance after crossing.

Thinking about this, Cheng Feng officially stepped into the 1,200-meter division line.

The 1200-meter separation line is nothing.

When Cheng Feng entered, all the fog was in sight.

However, as Cheng Feng's thoughts turned, the scenery in front of him immediately changed and a city appeared.

This city is not large. The city wall is about ten meters high, and directly above the city gate, there are three large characters called "Star City".

Star City is Cheng Feng's hometown.

Cheng Feng has not been back once since leaving more than a year ago.

At this moment, suddenly seeing the appearance of his hometown, Cheng Feng was instantly excited, without any hesitation, and flew to the Star City.

Star City is not big, there are several families in the city, Cheng family is one of them, located in Dongcheng District.

When Cheng Feng flew to Dongcheng District, a courtyard covering an area of ​​tens of acres, immediately came into view.

This courtyard is a bit old, but it doesn't lose the atmosphere. Two stone lions squatting on both sides of the courtyard gate give Cheng Feng an indescribable sense of familiarity and intimacy.

Squeak ~~

Cheng Feng opened the gate of the courtyard, and a noise came from the gate.

Cheng Feng looked at the place where the voice came. A group of 13-year-olds were practicing boxing on a flat ground in the middle of the courtyard.

Cheng Feng is very familiar with the boxing methods of this group of young people, but it is the most outrageous martial arts fist.

But the teenagers practiced it very seriously, their eyes were firm and meticulous.

Seeing these youngsters, Cheng Feng could not help thinking of himself when he was a child. At that time, he was in this flat land and practiced the rage fist again and again.

"Cheng Feng, are you lazy again? Do not hurry into the team to continue training."

Just as Cheng Feng was meditating, a harsh voice blew in his ears.

At a glance, Cheng Feng turned out to be a middle-aged man in a strong suit.

This middle-aged man is Cheng Feng's second uncle, named Cheng Xingyun.

Cheng Xingyun's practice is not high. Only the successful practice of Diwujing is responsible for guiding the young juniors of the Cheng family to practice.

When Cheng Feng was young, he was not lessons learned by this person.

Hearing the voice of Cheng Xingyun at this moment, he struck a spirit involuntarily, and then ran towards the teenagers who punched.

"Furious fist, the emphasis is on the word 'angry', and I want to practice it to greatness ..."

After Cheng Feng entered the queue, Cheng Xingyun began to explain the essence of angry punches, and then practiced it himself, and then let the teenagers follow the practice.

Standing in the team, Cheng Feng saw this familiar scene, and the soft part of his heart was touched inexplicably.

Then without thinking much, along with my heart, I started to practice the angry fist with the teenagers.

Taking Cheng Feng's current practice as an example, the angry fist punched him like a child's play, twisting his waist and swinging it, and played the essence of it.

At the front of the courtyard, Cheng Xingyun saw Cheng Feng's angry fist on display, and his eyes were suddenly bright.

"Cheng Feng, has Xinghe opened a small stove for you recently?"

Cheng Xingyun approached Cheng Feng, and said with a look of surprise: "You actually practiced the fist of anger and fist, and I'm better than my second uncle."

"Second Uncle ..." For Cheng Xingyun, Cheng Feng kept alert.

Although he was immersed in the warmth of returning to his hometown, his mind was very clear.

I know deeply that everything in front of me is fake. The Cheng family courtyard is fake, the martial arts teenager is fake, and the second uncle in front is fake!

Therefore, when Cheng Xingyun approached, Cheng Feng subconsciously thought that the other party might have to take action against himself.

Just like the old acquaintances I met before, I first got acquainted with myself and then killed myself.

But never thought that Cheng Xingyun had no intention of doing anything at all.

When he came to Cheng Feng, he praised Cheng Feng a little, and started to guide Cheng Feng to practice.

Like a true relative, he spared no effort in guiding Cheng Feng, and wished to put all his martial knowledge into Cheng Feng's mind.

After pointing, Cheng Xingyun watched Cheng Feng leave with a smile on his face.

Cheng Feng was relieved in the heart, and secretly thanked Cheng Xingyun for not shooting him. Otherwise, despite knowing that all this was false, he would still be quite embarrassed to let Cheng Feng attack his relatives.

Under the watchful eye of Cheng Xingyun, Cheng Feng entered the inner courtyard of Cheng's Grand Courtyard.

Soon after, he arrived in front of a small courtyard.

The door of the courtyard was open. Cheng Feng raised his eyes and looked inside. A gentle girl with long black hair and a long skirt was washing vegetables and preparing to cook.

"sister……"

Seeing that young girl, Cheng Feng couldn't help with a sore nose and water splashes in his eyes.

That girl is Cheng Qingxue, Cheng Feng's sister.

More than a year ago, since Cheng Qingxue was picked up by the three temple masters of the Moon God Temple, Cheng Feng has never met again.

"Xiaofeng is back, what is silly standing outside the door? Come in now!"

Just then, a gentle male voice sounded.

Immediately, a middle-aged man who was almost forty years old and literary was in the sight of Cheng Feng.

"Father!" Looking at this middle-aged man, Cheng Feng's eyes were wet.

This middle-aged man is truly Cheng Feng's father, Cheng Xinghe.

"Xiaofeng, are you finished?"

After Xinghe's reminder, Cheng Qingxue, who was devoted to washing vegetables, looked back. When he saw Cheng Feng, he suddenly said, "Cultivating martial arts is the most energy-consuming, you must be hungry."

"Go to the kitchen. Sister has left a piece of barbecue for you. Put on your belly first."

Hearing this, Cheng Feng's nose was sour again.

When he was a child, Cheng Feng had to eat martial arts and had a large appetite. Every time the family made delicious food, Cheng Qingxue would leave half of his share to Cheng Feng.

Although Cheng Qingxue is only one or two years older than Cheng Feng, but like a small adult, he has been caring for Cheng Feng silently.

"Sister, I'm not hungry."

Cheng Feng walked into the courtyard, looking at Cheng Xinghe and Cheng Qingxue, with a bright smile on his face.

"After practicing all afternoon, how could you not be hungry?"

Cheng Qingxue lowered the vegetable basket, took out a piece of barbecued meat wrapped in grease paper from the kitchen, and handed it to Cheng Feng.

Looking at Cheng Qingxue's gentle eyes, Cheng Feng could hardly refuse to reach out to pick up the barbecue.

When Cheng Feng picked up the barbecue, he inevitably exposed the empty door.

At this time, if Cheng Qingxue attacked, he could succeed in an instant and hit Cheng Feng's key point.

Cheng Fengming knew this danger, but he still didn't hesitate, and stretched out his hand, but he hadn't defended yet.

Because he can't get it!

Although he knew that Cheng Qingxue in front of him was a dummy who formed the power of the formation, he didn't want to, and didn't want to do anything.