Qingtie Mansion, the Daxu Dynasty rarely produces green iron ore cities, and its forces are mixed. The four major families of Yang, Shan, Xu and Murong are hindering each other. For the mining of green iron ore veins outside the city, they send their elite disciples to the mines to grab the mining area every year.

At this moment, a young man with a happy expression was standing outside the gate of the Yang family with a little helplessness.

"I have been so forced to cross the river of time, no wonder I am called the forbidden land of the gods. My cultivation level has fallen to the whole body and I have to practice again."

Hundreds of thousands of years have passed and people have long forgotten his true name. The world of cultivation only knows the Heavenly Lord of the Mountains and Seas, but no one knows that this person who has overwhelmed the eternal and controlled the Mountains and Seas, was once just an unknown little transparent person.

At this moment, standing in front of the familiar and unfamiliar house, the long-closed memories surged back to my heart.

Yang Feng, the son of the Yang family, is filled with energy at the age of six and twelve. Now he has reached the peak of the whole body at the age of sixteen. He is only one step away from entering the Qi Gathering Realm. He is also a famous young genius in Qingticheng. He was sent to the mine to compete for the mining area for the family a year ago. He rose to the leading figure of the young generation in a short time.

Unfortunately, a beast tide was turned into scorched earth. The 216 members of the Yang family, except Yang Feng, were all reduced to the food for ferocious beasts. This time, after hundreds of thousands of years of time, the tragedy in memory would never happen again!

"My father, I'm back!"

Taking a deep breath, Yang Feng pushed open the gate of the Yang Mansion with both arms. The wanderer's mood was stirred in his chest. He practiced for hundreds of thousands of years and stood at the peak of the mountain and sea realm. Qingfeng was in his hand and killed countless gods. All of this was just for today.

However, the gate of the courtyard was not as lively as imagined. The huge courtyard was empty, and the servants in my memory were not sure where to go.

"It's strange, why aren't you there?"

Yang Feng stepped into the yard with great strides, looking at everything familiar, his eyes slightly moist, and suddenly a tender voice rang in his ears.

"elder brother!"

Yang Feng, who had already sharpened his rock mood for hundreds of thousands of years of fighting, suddenly couldn't help but start to tremble, as if his body was fixed in place, and it seemed difficult to turn around.

"Dad, brother is back!"

The tender voice cheered, and then pounced on Yang Feng.

"Brother, tell me a story quickly. I can't sleep without my brother telling stories in the past six months."

Yang Feng took a deep breath, plucked up the courage to turn his head, and looked at the little girl on his back seriously.

In the spacious courtyard, Yang Feng was pamperingly holding this girl who looked like a carved jade, with a bit of baby fat, and two dimples on her cheeks. She sat on the big stone mortar for exercise and listened to the girl talking about her life over the past six months.

Those memories that have been diluted by time have come back to my heart. Yang Yuling, his own sister, was unfortunately taken away from the lich disaster and died. She saw Yang Feng clenching his fists again. This time, no matter who it was, he would not take away the lives of his parents and sister from him.

"Girl, Dad should be discussing matters with other elders at this time, why didn't he see them?"

Yang Ao, the seventh generation head of the Yang family, in Yang Feng's memory, this father was busy with family affairs and had little time to accompany him. It was not until the Lich wave later appeared and the Qingtie Mansion was almost destroyed. Yang Ao began to look like a father.

Yang Yuling paused for a moment before shook her head and said, "Dad said he would go out with his mother if he had something to do."

Yang Feng didn't suspect that he had him and continued to amuse Yang Yuling. It was not until the sun was over, and Yang Feng frowned: "Where is the cook at home? Why didn't Uncle Lan see him?"

Before he finished speaking, Yang Ao and Yang, who had a calm expression, walked in from outside with a few maids cursing.

"Dad and Mom!"

After seeing Yang Feng, Yang Ao and Yang's eyes lit up and they quickly walked to Yang Feng.

"You have suffered in the past six months!"

Yang gently stroked Yang Feng's obviously thin face and tears of distress were all rolling in his eyes. As soon as he was about to continue speaking, Yang Ao interrupted her.

"Don't stand at the door, let's talk about it when you go in."

Then Yang Ao turned his head and looked at the follower behind him and said, "Go to go for lunch and take out the best ferocious beast meat to replenish my child's qi and blood!"

The followers looked at each other and said reluctantly: "The ferocious beast meat has long disappeared, there are only some ordinary ingredients. Don't you know what you have at home?"

Yang Ao was about to have an attack, but Yang Feng hurriedly said, "It doesn't matter what you have eaten. It's enough to have dinner with your parents and sister for so long."

"You all go down and prepare."

Yang Feng winked, and the followers lowered their heads and went back to the kitchen to work hard.

In the hall, Yang Feng looked at Yang Ao in the high hall and asked, "Dad, has something happened at home during my absence?"

The Yang family is one of the four major families of Qingtie Mansion. How could it be that there was no ferocious beast meat? Moreover, the followers' attitude towards Yang Ao was a bit abnormal.

If it weren't for the cultivation of parents, the scene of Qingtie Mansion was consistent with everything in memory, Yang Feng even doubted whether he had traveled through the wrong place.
Chapter completed!