My master is a god

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update my master is the latest chapter of the gods!Yang Yiyun knelt down while speaking, and when his cultivation level reached his level, he could clearly feel the emotional fluctuations in his father's heart at this moment. He was full of worries. After seeing his safe return, the emotions of a stone fell on the ground. Contains strong emotional fluctuations.

"Get up~"

Yang Guozhong helped Yang Yiyun get up, patted Yang Yiyun on the shoulder and said, "You have suffered these years~"

When Yang Yiyun heard this, he felt even more bitter, but he shook his head and changed the subject: "Where is my mother?"

"She, the purple bamboo forest behind the house feeds the chickens." Yang Guozhong laughed.

Yang Yiyun was taken aback, what's this all about~

The old man digs the ground to grow vegetables like an old farmer, and his mother Duanmu Wan'er is actually feeding the chickens. Is this still a god?

Seeing the surprised Yang Yiyun, Yang Guozhong smiled and said: "It is Yuan Qing's child. I don't know where to get the sacred chicken from your mother. She is very concerned and puts it in the bamboo forest and feeds it every day."

Yang Yiyun knew that Yuan Qing in his father's mouth was the youngest son, but he didn't say anything. As long as his parents are happy, they are right in everything they do.

I also felt so relieved for my son Yang Yuanqing, and it was also rare to know that he respected his grandparents.

"Several children are very obedient." Yang Guozhong seemed to know what Yang Yiyun was thinking.

Yang Yiyun didn't say anything, and didn't know what he could say to a few children. Anyway, he hadn't taken care of it for so many years, and his parents took care of him most of the time.

"Go over and see your mother, she... For so many years, she has worried about you the most..." Yang Guozhong said.

Yang Yiyun nodded with a tremor in his heart, and the father and son walked towards the bamboo forest.

Yang Yiyun is indeed less concerned about his mother. The last time he came out of the Eternal God Realm, he stayed with his parents for less than ten days.

It's really wrong to think about it now.

When the father and son came to the bamboo forest, they heard a long distance away, with a loud cooing sound.

Yang Yiyun believed that he was still thinking about what kind of chicken, it was so loud.

After walking into the bamboo forest, Yang Guozhong shouted: "Wan'er son is back~"

Most of Yang Yiyun didn't know when he came back to Cloud Gate this time.

The first person I saw was Master Yun Tianxie, and then he came to his parents.

"Wow~"

A divine light almost followed Yang Guozhong's words.

Yang Yiyun could see clearly that it was his mother Duanmu Wan'er.

"Son... son~"

Duanmu Wan'er's voice was trembling, and her eyes were red and she appeared in front of Yang Yiyun.

Ten thousand years ago, the 33rd Heavenly Palace of the Heavenly Clan was full of the God Realm looking for Yang Yiyun. There was a lot of trouble, and she naturally knew it. Only then did she know that the son had to face the power of the Heavenly Clan Emperor and was the most powerful in the entire God Realm. The presence.

So after Yang Yiyun disappeared, she did not worry about every single day.

Before, Yang Yiyun had never said to anyone who had ascended to the Cloud Gate. His enemy in the God Realm was the 33rd Heavenly Hall, the Supreme Emperor. But since the 33rd Heavenly Hall was filled with the God Realm to look for Yang Yiyun, the Cloud Gate went out. After the experienced disciple knew, Duanmu Waner naturally knew too.

Only then did she know how much pressure was on her son's shoulders.

What kind of enemy...

As a mother, Duanmu Wan'er didn't know how many times she secretly cried.

After ascending to the God Realm, he naturally knew the cultivation system of the God Realm, knew the emperor, and knew what a powerful force the Thirty-Three Heavenly Hall was, and also knew the difference between his son and the Thirty-Three Heavenly Hall.

She was extremely worried, even worried.

Now that he finally saw his son came back safely, he couldn't help it anymore, and his eyes went down.

He choked and called his son.

"Mom~ I'm back."

"Son~"

Duanmu Wan'er hugged Yang Yiyun in her arms, for fear that she had an illusion or a dream, and her son would disappear in the next second.

For thousands of years, the worry of their couple is only known in their hearts.

After half an hour Yang Yiyun finally calmed his mother.

I kept talking about how strong I was, and I knew in my heart that my previous thoughts of reporting good news but not worrying were wrong, and parents and relatives should worry that there will still be things to worry about.

Thinking about it now, he should tell his parents and relatives of his strength and the strength of the entire Universe Temple, at least to make them feel more at ease.

"Wan'er let go, isn't my son coming back~" Yang Guozhong looked at Duanmu Wan'er's red and swollen eyes and couldn't help saying.

"Isn't I happy~" Duanmu Wan'er finally let go, wiping tears and staring at Yang Guozhong, who shrank her neck.

Seeing that Yang Yiyun wanted to laugh, he could actually see that his parents’ emotions were very good, and his father still spoiled his mother, and said in his heart: "The godly couple said it might be like their parents~"

"Son, let's go, Mom will stew the chicken for you today~"

With a wave of Duanmu Wan'er, a colorful chicken in the depths of the bamboo forest groaned into her hand.

"You go to dig vegetables~" Duanmu Wan'er glared at Yang Guozhong.

"Ah~ oh good, I'll go now~"

Yang Guozhong recovered, and disappeared with a swish.

...

Only in the small courtyard of fifty or sixty square meters, Yang Yiyun helped his mother kill the chicken and wash the vegetables, and then he stopped, and his mother did not help. He went to the kitchen to work happily.

At this time, he and his father Yang Guozhong were sitting at the Zizhu table in the small courtyard.

"Your boy has a lot of face. I've been thinking about the sacred chicken your mother raised for thousands of years, but she kept it as a baby. She would have to talk about losing a chicken feather for several years. Today, I killed one, and I can count on you. It's gone, haha~"

Yang Guozhong jokingly walked over and sat down with a stall of wine in his hand, poured it on Yang Yiyun and said: "Often, this is my own brewing~"

Yang Yiyun smiled unceremoniously and took a drink. He thought of the divine wine, but his father brewed it as white wine. He immediately thought of the earth...

There are many feelings in my heart. My parents grow vegetables and raise chickens here. They are cultivated by the gods, and they even cook every day...

This is unique, but he also envied this kind of life.

He hasn't eaten for tens of thousands of years.

Holding a wine glass, Yang Yiyun had a home for a moment, and it felt very strange. He thought that maybe this is also a kind of Tao, and there are thousands of different things in the Tao. Not everyone wants to improve the strength of cultivation, it is cultivation!

Yang Guozhong looked at his pensive son and seemed to know what he was thinking. He said, "I disappeared in the desert, and your mother went to find me. We went through hardships in the mountains and seas, and then we reunited after you appeared. What I asked for Tao, it's your mother.

After going through life and death, I thought I would never see your mother and your brothers and sisters again, but then our family was reunited. From that time on, I knew that what I asked for was my family. As for cultivation, I have achieved a god and my life is unlimited. We are all content.

I just hope you can be safe. One day our family can raise chickens and grow vegetables. That would be even better. That is the way of the true gods, son, you promise us that in the future, no matter what, you must... be strong, well. Will you survive?"

"Boom~"

Yang Yiyun listened to his father's words, every word entered his heart, and there was a roar in his mind. His primordial spirit was trembling at this moment, and he felt a sense of primordial awakening from the muddle, which was very strange.