Chapter 12 Four years of blinking

For a whole month, the strength of the Ling family's senior executives had undergone earth-shaking changes without outsiders knowing it.

"call!"

After finally being able to rest for a while, Ling Qingyan smiled on his face.

"Come on, Chu'er, come to my father..."

Ling Qingyan smiled at the little boy playing on the lawn in the distance and said with a smile.

"Father, Father!"

Hearing Ling Qingyan's voice, the little boy looked up, his chubby face was full of excitement, and he jumped into Ling Qingyan's arms, "Father, it's a cricket, look, I caught it."

Ling Qingyan looked at the son of a three- or four-year-old child who was only one year old but had a smile on his face.

"Okay, Chu'er, go to the ground to play with crickets, don't dirty your father's clothes," a slim figure appeared in the room in the courtyard, which was Meng Qingli.

Although she had given birth to a child and had a little plump figure at the beginning, a year later, Meng Qingli's figure returned to her original state, just like the past. At this time, she looked at the father and son in the distance, Meng Qingli's face was full of smiles.

“Um…”

Xiao Lingchu, obviously did not dare to ignore his mother's words, immediately left Ling Qingyan's arms with eager eyes and ran to the lawn beside him and started playing with great interest.

"Li'er," Ling Qingyan stood up and went over and gently embraced his wife in his arms.

Meng Qingli leaned her head against Ling Qingyan's shoulder, and her face was filled with a satisfied smile, "Brother Qing, I feel so happy. Every day, just look at you and Chu'er, and then the day goes by... How great would it be if the days in the future are so dull?"

Obviously, Meng Qingli also knew that there was a reason why Ling Qingyan lived like this with such a plain life.

As long as an opportunity comes, maybe my husband will take care of his own affairs again.

Ling Qingyan naturally heard the implicit voice of his wife, shook his head and smiled, "Li'er, some things are not enough to avoid them... Some things can be done, and they must be done. If they avoid them, then I..."

Meng Qingli reached out to block Ling Qingyan's mouth at this time, and saw her smile and said, "Brother Qing, if you don't say it, I understand... Don't worry, I won't stop you from doing what you want to do!"

"Um."

Ling Qingyan nodded with a smile, and then affirmed: "Li'er, don't worry, as long as I do what I should do, I will accompany you and Chu'er to live a peaceful life... By then, even Chu'er will grow up, get married, and have children... In the future, the whole family will not be very lively?"

Meng Qingli smiled and nodded, her eyes a little misty. She didn't know whether she was savoring what Ling Qingyan said before or remembering the future.

Ling Qingyan hugged Meng Qingli, and a toughness flashed through his eyes, and a cold light also flashed through him.

"Divine Lord Difang..."

Ling Qingyan can't forget the scene when the God Lord Difang was forcing him, and the humiliation that God Lord Difang gave him high above him.

Ling Qingyan was not considered a person who would be punished for flaws, but the various actions of the Difang God Lord completely made Ling Qingyan feel real fire. First, he incited the strong men from the Fire Continent to chase him, and then he even wanted to take action directly regardless of his identity.

In the fairyland, God is high and superior. Perhaps in the eyes of ordinary warriors, even if they are humiliated by God, they can only endure it silently. After all, God is not something they can compete with.

But Ling Qingyan, would he choose this way? The answer is no!

In particular, when everything that happened in the underwater God Tower on the way from the Fire Continent to the Thunder Continent was made clear that even the gods in this world were not that powerful existence.

Even if he goes further, he will have a chance to resist!

Now in his ordinary life, he practices swords in his spare time and occasionally goes out for a walk with Xiao Hei and the others. Ling Qingyan lives a very comfortable life.

………

People say that time is the most ruthless, and the answer is the same. Four years passed quickly in dullness. The best testimony is that the figure of the young boy has gradually become a little strong now.

"Xiaobai, haha! Come catch up with you and let you run away!"

A tender voice sounded, and a little boy with an exquisite face was holding a white animal in his hand, his face full of smiles.

"Jijijijiji--"

The monster in the little boy's arms seemed very dissatisfied and wanted to break free.

"Haha! It's useless. Uncle Hei has put a ban on you. Your current strength is just like mine, um," the little boy smiled when he saw the movements of the monster in his arms.

And the white monster seemed very aggrieved at this time, with crystal light flashing in the pair of pupils.

"Okay, let's go down the mountain. It's almost time to have a meal. After playing, my father is going to talk to me again!"

The little boy stuck out his tongue and said, the next moment he was already running towards the mountain with the monster in his arms.

In the courtyard, a young couple was sitting at the table with hot meals on the table, and there were three pairs of bowls and chopsticks on the table at this time. The two of them were obviously waiting for someone.

"Father, mother!"

Suddenly, a tender voice sounded, and then a little boy also entered the courtyard.

As soon as the little boy came in, the young man in purple robe sitting at the table frowned, "Chu'er, where did you go early in the morning? I came here so late!"

"Father, I..."

Seeing the young man seemed a little unhappy, the little boy was a little frightened.

"Okay, Brother Qing, didn't Chu'er listen to you and go to exercise? Come on, Chu'er come over, come to my mother and have dinner," the young woman had a beautiful and charming cheek, and her face was full of love at this time.

The young man saw his wife like this, smiled bitterly and shook his head, but did not continue to scold the little boy in front of him.

"Jiji--"

The cute little white monster suddenly felt the gaze of the young man in purple robe. He was so scared that he jumped out of the little boy's arms and crawled under the table.

"How about it? Have you been lazy recently? How have you mastered the Nine Styles of the Sky Sword?"

The eyes of the young man in purple robe fell on the little boy.

The little boy just put a mouthful of rice into his mouth. When he heard this, he swallowed the rice in his mouth and said, "Father, I have basically mastered the first seven styles of the nine styles of the Tianjian...but, the direction of the eighth style is still not good!"

"Well," the young man in purple nodded lightly, "The eighth style is a bit difficult, but I have told you about the nine styles of the Heavenly Sword. The most important thing is to observe the 'wind' carefully... Once you master the trajectory of the wind, you will not be far from mastering the eighth style."

If an inner disciple of the Tianjian Sect heard the words of this young man in purple robe, he would definitely roll his eyes. When will the supreme sword skill "Nine Styles of Heavenly Sword" in their sect become so simple?
Chapter completed!