"Father."

Ning Feng helped Ning Caichen, who was stiff all over, sit down at the stone table, and sat opposite him, asking proudly: "Tell me, what's the matter?"

"No~ It's okay~"

Ning Caichen squeezed out a smile, still with a stiff smell.

From the time when the land of Langya was exposed by Ning Feng and walked out together to when he returned home, his whole body was frozen, as if it had been frozen in the polar region for several days.

"Yeah?"

Ning Feng looked up and down at his father and saw that Ning Caichen's hair was neatly combed, and the white hair that had been erect like a playful person in the past disappeared. He was ironed properly in the scholar's robe, and he looked at least ten years younger.

After a while, Ning Feng found that Ning Caichen's face was much rosy and his cheeks were round. It would be better than Ning Caichen who would have a look of food when he didn't come back in the past.

In addition, when he came back, Ning Caichen recalled the excitement of his son's return home and immediately dragged him away, as if he was afraid that something bad would happen if he stayed for a long time. How could he not make Ning Feng feel suspicious?

“It must be, it must be!”

Ning Caichen's lips were pursed tightly, and he almost sewed it with a thread.

Facing Ning Feng's increasingly suspicious gaze, Ning Caichen looked around and said to him: "Son, didn't you say that you would be a little match in half a month? Are you sure?"

Ning Feng waved his hand and said, "That's a matter of turning back. After leaving home and returning to Tianyun Peak, I began to retreat and attack."

“The point is your problem now.”

Ning Feng looked at Ning Caichen's eyes and looked at him with regret: "I'm leaving again..."

Ning Caichen said that at this time, his eyes flashed and his eyes were floating. Sometimes he lowered his head as if there were ants moving on the ground. Sometimes he raised his head as if there were big roc spreading his wings in the sky...

"Oh~"

Ning Feng sighed and looked at Ning Caichen who made various childish moves, and deeply felt that he was much more difficult to deal with than those demons and monsters.

After talking for a long time, he felt a little dry mouth. He grew up and walked into the kitchen to boil water.

"Oh~~"

Ning Caichen has always adopted the strategy of not resisting but resolutely not confessing. When Ning Feng stepped into the kitchen, he remembered something and shouted, it was too late to stop him.

"Sure enough, there is a ghost."

As soon as he entered the kitchen, his eyes swept past, Ning Feng immediately realized something was wrong.

In the kitchen, all kinds of kitchen utensils are neatly and cleanly brushed without any odor. The arrangement of firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, etc. is different from before.

In this kitchen, except for Ning Caichen's resolute move that time, he would not come in if he killed him on weekdays, and he would only catch fire when he came in.

Now that I am like this, I am really a ghost.

"It seems..."

Ning Feng's face became more and more strange. He vaguely guessed what the "ghost" was.

At this moment, the sound of pushing the door in the outer door came from the sound of pushing the door.

"Clang~"

Ning Feng and Ning Caichen were still pulling and pulling when they came in, but the door was not closed. A loud noise came from outside, and the door was opened.

"Where is Uncle Ning?"

They spoke in unison, like two people, and another voice came from the outer door into the kitchen.

Ning Feng recognized it as soon as he heard it. This was the voice of the brothers Zhao Da and Zhao Er.

"that……"

Ning Caichen raised his voice, and there was a bit of a panic that was caught off guard.

Father and son are father and son. As soon as the sound came into his ears, Ning Feng could almost immediately restore the look of Ning Caichen's winking and eye-catching look.

He knows his father and son. The Zhao brothers do not have this ability. Before Ning Caichen could speak out, he didn't know whether it was Zhao Da or Zhao Er, so he raised his voice and said in shame:

"Uncle Ning, what's wrong with your eyes?"

"That..., our brothers have a burden and the Wu family is unwilling to marry a daughter."

"The Wu family...marries a daughter..."

Ning Feng was not busy going out now, his ears were raised and he focused on listening to the movements outside.

Ning Caichen heard the words of the Zhao brothers, and his voice began to tremble and asked with a trembling voice: "Why? What did they say?"

"...It's really..." Ning Feng smiled bitterly across the wall, "It seems that I want multiple stepmothers, this is really..."

For a moment, he couldn't find any words to describe his mood at this moment.

Before leaving home the last time, Ning Feng noticed that Ning Caichen was hiding something from him, but he didn't expect that such a thing would happen.

Outside, the voices of the Zhao brothers continued to come:

"Uncle Ning, don't be excited."

Then there was a sound of helping and sitting down.

"That's what the Wu family said. The Wu family is not talented, and at least it is a family of immortal cultivation. There are still children of this generation who have just worshipped in the Sun God Palace."

"Wu Xiaoyu certainly does not have the qualifications to cultivate immortals and is just a mortal, but she cannot marry... to Uncle Ning."

Zhao Da and Zhao Er were a little hesitant when they talked about this. I think it might not be so tactful when they came to the Wu family and talked about Ning Caichen.

"Then who do they want to marry Xiaoyu?"

Ning Caichen's voice was depressed and weak.

Ning Feng sighed and walked out of the kitchen.

The Zhao brothers had not seen Ning Feng yet and continued to explain: "The Wu family means to use Wu Xiaoyu as a concubine for a monk, or to recruit promising casual cultivators..."

“Ah~”

Halfway through, the Zhao brothers suddenly saw Ning Feng appear, supported Ning Caichen from behind, and sat down, poured a cup of freshly boiled hot water to make it feel better.

While doing these actions, Ning Feng looked at the Zhao brothers and smiled and said, "The two senior brothers Zhao are bothering."

The Zhao brothers all shrank together, pushing me, and I pushing you, and finally, some brothers or brothers stood up, and said embarrassedly: "Senior Brother Ning, don't be angry with our brothers. It's really that Uncle Ning and Wu Xiaoyu are quite a match. We are..."

Both sides shouted at each other with their senior brothers, no matter how awkward they heard, they didn't think there was any problem. When Ning Feng was exterminated in Chaoyang Town, he became used to this title.

"Father, why are you with that person..." Ning Feng paused and felt uncomfortable all over. After thinking for a while, he continued, "...Aunt Wu met?"

"She just started opening a store and there was no business. She also opened a shop next to her, and it was as deserted as she got familiar with her after a while."

Ning Caichen lowered his head, his voice as low as a mosquito. I don’t know if it was sad or because his son caught his bag and couldn’t raise his head.

"That's how free love is."

Ning Feng muttered something that others couldn't understand. He sighed and said, "Father, why should you hide this from your child?"

"I'm afraid you will object."

Ning Caichen still buried his head and spoke in a muffled voice.

"..." Ning Feng was speechless. What's the situation?

"I know you are unhappy for my father, and no one wants to have multiple stepmothers." Ning Caichen still didn't look up, his voice was deep and loud, "I just thought, my son has always been the one who makes the decisions about the family, and I want to make the decisions by myself."

Ning Feng became more and more silence when he heard this, and he didn't know what to say.

This is clearly: fight!

What happened to the son and his father in ordinary families was completely the opposite of what happened to them.

"So, my father is not without pressure..."

Ning Feng felt a little bit, as if he had made the first sound of cultivating immortality, he seemed to have made too many decisions. Although Ning Caichen had always been smiling and heartless, he might not have no worries.

"Xiaoyu has always come to help me cook, wash clothes, and clean up. We can talk together."

Ning Caichen finally raised his head, his eyes were red and his nose was twitching. If it weren't for the trouble of outsiders, he would have cried.

"It's still broken up!"

"If I had known this, I would have been better off not afraid. Let my son know that it would be better than this if you break us up."

Ning Caichen muttered, Ning Feng shook his head and smiled bitterly, and sighed: "Father, why do you think your child will object?"

"You don't object?"

Ning Caichen raised his head suddenly, his movements were as fast as lightning.

Ning Feng shook his head and helped him up and said, "Father, since the child has embarked on the road of seeking immortality and asking about it, then what will happen? The days of going home and the days by your side will eventually be fewer and fewer."

"It's great to have someone to be with you and take care of you, why should I object?"

"Father, I always make the decision in our family, but you have always made the promise of the child."

"This time, you will make the decision. I will help you, my father!"

After Ning Feng finished speaking, Ning Caichen's eyes were straight and then shiny, and the depressed look was swept away.

The same thing is said, no one knows his son, and from Ning Feng's tone, Ning Caichen heard the seriousness and never gave up until he achieved his goal.
To be continued...