On the eve of the Spring Festival, Yan Jinghong was busy with these things until the day of Xiaonian, when his family called him back, and then he gave himself a day off.

"Jinghong, work is important, but health is more important. Look at you, you have lost weight." Yan's mother looked at her daughter with some distress. She had only been missing for a few days, and Jinghong lost weight.

Yan Jinghong touched his face, and the flesh on his face seemed to have really decreased, "Well, it's time to make up for it."

"Mom, I want to drink mushroom soup and let the kitchen make a pot for me." Yan Jinghong was not polite.

Mother Yan smiled and said, "You can drink a pot of food."

"It must be possible!"

On the day of Xiaonian, the Yan Fang and his family naturally had to spend together. Mr. Yan and Mr. Fang played chess in the study, and then as they played, the weather suddenly changed.

"What's the situation?" Yan Jinghong suddenly sat up from the sofa and rushed to the second floor like a flying one. Something was wrong on the second floor. I don't know what happened!

At the same time, Mr. Fang has fallen into a state of meditation...

"Grandpa...has he... sensed the spiritual source?" Yan Jinghong guessed in surprise.

Mr. Yan said angrily: "This old man is playing chess with me. Just doing this, it scares me so much!"

Yan Jinghong was also very moved. Sometimes people’s opportunities are so wonderful that they suddenly arrive before they know it.

With the examples of Yan Nanfeng and Fang Xin, everyone was less worried and nervous about Mr. Fang. They left Yan Jinghong and Yan Nanfeng to protect the Dharma, and then retreated one after another, doing whatever they should do.

About two hours later, Mr. Fang slowly opened his eyes, and the moment he opened his eyes, Yan Jinghong seemed to sense the existence of the stars. If she hadn't reacted quickly, she quickly looked away and might have been immersed in those eyes.

"Grandpa, what did you sense? I was shocked!" Yan Jinghong asked curiously.

Grandpa Fang was a little excited, "Check, I sensed it."

"Chess? What chess?" Yan Jinghong didn't know which chess it was, but she glanced at the chessboard not far away and asked with a flash of inspiration: "Is it Go?"

"Yes, right, use the sky as the plate and the star as the chess, this is the "Star Chess Tips". "Old Master Fang half-squinted his eyes, as if he was savoring something.

When he entered into meditation, he felt as if he had gone to another time and space. In that time and space, he sensed the mystery of the stars in the sky, and those stars were all chess pieces under his command.

"Jinghong, this feeling... is really good." Old Master Fang was lazy all over, and the breath all over his body had undergone a very obvious change.

Yan Jinghong and Yan Nanfeng looked at each other. They were both practitioners and felt a little empathetic about this feeling.

"Grandpa, what can you do in "Star Chess Art"?" Yan Nanfeng asked curiously.

Mr. Fang did not say anything, but waved his hand, and summoned a piece from the chess box not far away with a little effort, and then let the piece sway into Yan Nanfeng's head.

Yan Nanfeng reached out to take the fallen chess piece and said with some insight: "So you are practicing a hidden weapon technique?"

Mr. Fang was very proud, but when he heard Yan Nanfeng say this, he immediately glared at him, "What nonsense, I am not a hidden weapon!"

"What is that?" Yan Nanfeng asked inexplicably.

"...it's not a hidden weapon!" He, an old man, learned how to be a hidden weapon!

Yan Jinghong was actually quite happy. Not to mention Gu Ying's arrival, the four cultivators in their family, including her, did not sense the attack spell in the formal sense. Only the one that my grandfather sensed seemed very mysterious, but in fact it was an authentic attack spell.

In order to wait for the old man, the supper time was extended by more than an hour. When everyone sat together, the first glass of wine was to celebrate Mr. Fang's successful sense of spiritual source.

Mr. Fang raised his wine glass and said earnestly: "A old man, I, can have such a good fortune, is purely an accident. But you young people have to work hard."

Everyone was shocked and answered!

After drinking a glass of wine, Mr. Fang smiled and said to Mr. Yan, "Old Man Yan, although you are old, you must work hard."

After saying that, Mr. Fang shook his wife's hand aside and whispered, "My wife, what I hope most is that you can accompany me."

Mr. Yan rolled his eyes and said arrogantly: "Go and go, don't pretend to be big-headed garlic here. Then we are all gone, you can just play alone."

Grandma Fang also felt a little moved, but she was still mostly happy, "Hahaha, no matter what, we finally have someone to accompany the children."

Mr. Fang was very happy at first, but when he thought of some possibility in the future, he suddenly felt a little unhappy, "I won't be with these guys."

He finally succeeded in practicing, but why did he seem to be practicing lonely!

"You guys who are watching the fun are not allowed to say these unregular gossips. Practice more. When we get old, we can still drink tea and play chess together." Mr. Fang was worried and gave him a serious advice. He didn't want to be old and he was left alone. The whole family was together and harmonious, which was called life.

Yan Jinghong agreed with the words of the old men, but it was really not a matter of rush to sense spiritual sources.

but……

The induction spiritual source may not necessarily not be able to rely on external forces, but such treasures are extremely rare, and she has never seen one of them so far.

"What are you thinking?" Gu Yinglai also came today, but she came late and did not see Mr. Fang breaking through.

Yan Jinghong asked, "Did Uncle Gu and Aunt Qiu Si practice?"

"Yes." Gu Ying nodded, "But my father is too busy and doesn't care."

"Then you didn't urge me a few more?" Yan Jinghong saw Gu Yinglai's a little cold look and asked more.

Gu Yinglai shook his head, "I have my own personal fate. I have said everything I should say. How to choose is his business."

Gu Yinglai naturally hoped that both his parents could become cultivators, but he could not force such things, so he was very open-minded, probably because he faced death since he was a child.

"...so." Yan Jinghong, who was originally a little confused, couldn't help but nod in agreement when he heard this.

Forget it, just work hard for everyone. As for the result, it’s better to let it go. Anyway, this is not something she can ask for just by force.
Chapter completed!