Repairer

"Oh, it smells so good."

When Su Xiaofan smelled the scent of musk beef in his nose, he immediately forgot about immortality and long-term vision.

Without waiting for his father to come down, Su Xiaofan rushed back to the igloo above, regardless of the boiling hot water in the tripod, he directly took out a piece and ate it.

"Stinky boy, what will your mother do when you come up?"

Su Weixuan stared at his son. In fact, with their cultivation base, their spiritual sense could see below them all the time, so there was no need to stare at them with naked eyes. It's just that Su Weixuan was worried.

"Dad, there are only husband-watching stones in this world, but there is no husband-watching stone."

Su Xiaofan curled his lips, "Don't I feel sorry for my mother? But if it's okay, it's okay, you'd better take care of your body."

"What can I do."

Su Weixuan shook his head, but his actions were no slower than his son's. This month, he almost collapsed himself, and now his body continues to replenish energy.

As the saying goes, caring makes chaos, but after this month, Su Weixuan also knew that his wife's condition was improving, and the anxiety in his heart gradually eased.

After having a full meal with his son, Su Weixuan still went back downstairs, feeling uneasy not to stare at him with his own eyes.

But this time Su Weixuan didn't torture himself anymore, but sat up on the ground to meditate, absorbing the free aura in the air and maintaining the energy his body needed.

Su Xiaofan went down a few times, but was driven back by Su Weixuan, so he simply retreated in the igloo above to practice.

Ever since he was promoted to the Yang God Realm, Su Xiaofan has been busy running around, and now he has time to practice quietly, so Su Xiaofan calmed down and devoted himself to cultivation.

Su Xiaofan didn't know how big the cracks in the forbidden area of ​​the glacier were. Even if he let go of his cultivation, the spiritual energy in the igloo was still abundant, and it wouldn't affect the space below at all.

As the saying goes, there is no sun and moon in the mountains, and the year does not know the cold and heat.

When the mind is completely immersed in cultivation, there is no consciousness of the passage of time in my mind.

For two whole months, Su Xiaofan's body remained motionless, like a statue sitting there.

"It should be almost time."

Su Xiaofan slowly opened his eyes, the number counting down in his mind has changed to 00:05:59, that is to say, there are still six minutes left for the mother to finish this practice cultivation.

Standing up, I only heard the crackling of bones all over Su Xiaofan's body like the sound of firecrackers.

In the realm of Yangshen, the physical body and the spiritual consciousness are cultivated together. The physical body must be strong to a certain extent in order to condense the spiritual consciousness and break through the pill to become a baby.

Of course, Su Xiaofan doesn't have Yangshen Realm cultivation techniques now, just the early and late Yangshen stages are enough for him to practice for a few years, it's still too early to think about these things.

When his mother recovers, Su Xiaofan plans to find a safe place to cultivate Yangshen Realm skills.

Su Xiaofan still wants to focus on enhancing his own strength as long as the repair value allows.

Because there are still two inheritance light groups left in his mind, with Su Xiaofan's current cultivation level, he can't open the light groups to accept the inheritance.

Pushing away the ice rock, Su Xiaofan returned to the underground ice cave, where his father's figure was still guarding.

But when Su Xiaofan looked at the Wannian Xuanbing, he was taken aback for a moment, the original five meters wide and tall Xuanbing had already completely melted away.

Xuanrui, who was originally standing, is now sitting cross-legged on the ground, and with every breath, all the spiritual energy pours in from his mouth and nose.

"My mother is going to break through Yangshen?"

Feeling the surge of aura in the ice cave, Su Xiaofan suddenly understood in his heart that he had experienced such a thing once before.

At this time, the number in Su Xiaofan's mind finally returned to zero, in other words, at this time, the mother's Xuannv inheritance has been accumulated and explained.

But the aura surrounding Xuanrui's body is stronger than before, not weaker, Su Xiaofan knows that his mother, like himself, is taking advantage of the situation to attack the Yang God Realm.

"The aura here is a little weaker." Seeing his son approaching, Su Weixuan had a look of worry on his face.

From the foundation building period to the Yangshen realm, it can be said that it is the most important breakthrough for a cultivator. The successful breakthrough will open up the sea and the sky, and the level of life will be sublimated by a leap.

But if it fails, it will cause great damage to Yinshen, and maybe it will be difficult to improve in this life.

"Dad, I still have a few spirit stones here!" Su Xiaofan was also a little worried, it would take a huge amount of spirit energy to hit the Yang God.

With a flick of his wrist, Su Xiaofan had six more spirit stones in his palm, which were obtained from killing those cultivators before, and Su Xiaofan had been throwing them into the interspatial bag all the time.

Throwing it casually, six spirit stones surrounded Xuanrui, and as Xuanrui's body's need for spirit energy increased, the spirit energy in those few spirit stones was also extracted.

"You boy, have you refined that interspatial bag?"

Su Weixuan glanced at his son. In fact, he knew that his son's interspatial bag had been refined as early as two months ago when he saw the musk beef on it.

"How big is the space?" Su Weixuan asked casually, he had the Qiankun Ding in his hand, so he didn't care much about these.

"Three meters long, wide and high."

Su Xiaofan didn't know whether his space bag was relatively large or small.

But after refining the space bag, the feeling of blood connection told Su Xiaofan that he had brought the space bag into full play.

If you want to make the interspatial bag bigger, you have to throw the interspatial bag into the refining pool and refine it again, but the repair value of 50,000 points directly persuaded Su Xiaofan to quit.

"It's so big?"

After hearing his son's words, Su Weixuan's face changed obviously.

"Is it big?"

Su Xiaofan didn't know why and asked: "Dad, how much storage space does your Qiankun Ding have?"

"Ahem, the Qiankun Cauldron is not based on storage, and the space inside is only seven or eight square."

Su Weixuan didn't want to lose face in front of his son. In fact, the storage space of his Qiankun Ding is only about two meters at most.

Moreover, every time Su Weixuan used it, he had to consume a lot of consciousness, so he rarely used the storage function of the Qiankun Ding on weekdays.

"Use that space bag less on weekdays, it will consume too much spiritual consciousness."

Su Weixuan told his son: "Don't use it in front of others, so as not to be targeted by others?"

"Dad, it won't consume much."

Su Xiaofan shook his head, his own backpack appeared in his hand, after disappearing in an instant, it reappeared in his hand.

"You... you took this out of the space bag?"

Su Weixuan looked a little dumbfounded, is it so easy to get something from the space equipment?

Judging from the little information Su Weixuan got from the Qiankun Ding, the use of space storage equipment is to use spiritual consciousness to connect two space channels.

In this process, the consumption of spiritual consciousness is very huge. Even if Su Weixuan is a late-stage Jindan cultivator, if he uses it five or six times in a row, his spiritual consciousness will be consumed in sevens and eighties.

"Dad, maybe you haven't refined the Qiankun Cauldron thoroughly enough."

Su Xiaofan knew that all the exercises or objects refined by the repair system were much stronger than those of the same level.

It's like Su Xiaofan has cultivated Yinshen Realm skills, after breaking through Yangshen, his consciousness is comparable to that of a cultivator in the middle stage of Yangshen.

After this three-month retreat, the spiritual power in Su Xiaofan's body has also reached the peak of the Yangshen mid-stage, and perhaps there is only one chance to become a Yangshen mid-stage cultivator.

"I haven't completely refined the Qiankun Cauldron, but how did you refine that interspatial bag so thoroughly?"

Su Weixuan was still a little unconvinced, but Su Weixuan didn't know that at this time, he was quite a bit like Jing Shizhen when he was teaching Su Xiaofan.

The process is basically the same, from seeing Su Xiaofan not as good as himself, then watching him become stronger step by step, and finally realizing that he can't even see Su Xiaofan's shadow.

"Dad, I have star energy!" Su Xiaofan blocked it back with one sentence.

"Okay, your star power is amazing."

Su Weixuan was a little dazed, but he had to admit that even his wife's brain disease could be healed by the energy of the starry sky, and refining a space bag seemed completely acceptable.

The father and son were talking, but their spiritual consciousness was locked on Xuanrui who was breaking through the Yang God Realm, for fear that something might happen to her.

At this moment, Xuannv's inheritance in Xuanrui's mind has already been absorbed and digested by her, and the brain disease that has plagued her for more than ten years has completely disappeared.

In fact, Xuan Rui can wake up at this time, but there seems to be a voice in the dark, telling her to continue to practice.

Xuanrui's inheritance is not the same as Su Xiaofan's inheritance, she doesn't need to figure out the Yangshen Realm's exercises at all, the exercises will start to operate in her consciousness.

He didn't encounter any shackles at all, and with a loud noise from the sea of ​​consciousness, Xuanrui's body shook, and the huge consciousness spread in all directions.

Although under the thousand meter glacier, Xuanrui's Yang God jumped out at this moment.

Different from Su Weixuan, his son and other cultivators of the Yang God Realm, Xuanrui's Yang God is as cold as a bright moon, even the icy wind in this restricted area cannot shake Xuanrui's Yang God in the slightest.

The huge spiritual consciousness extended far in all directions.

Almost at the same time, there was a ferocious roar of bears in the depths of the restricted area, and a pack of wolves howled outside the restricted area.

Under the thousand-meter glacier, which is only tens of kilometers away from the core of the restricted area, an old man in ragged clothes suddenly raised his head, his eyes shot toward the east like two bolts of lightning.

And at the easternmost part of the space crack in the restricted area, a few blurry figures that could not be seen clearly appeared, but they were also facing the east.

Even the human cultivators in Fangshi were shocked by the sudden coercion of the Yang God.

Elder Dong, Xiangu He, and Senior Brother Kong all appeared on top of the iceberg in Gongweifang City in an instant, looking towards the east.

"It's the consciousness of a human cultivator." Elder Dong breathed a sigh of relief.

"This divine sense is very strong, and what he cultivates is an ice-attribute technique, which fits the forbidden zone of the glacier."

Senior Brother Kong has a serious expression on his face. Humans also have several camps. If the mafia is promoted, it will definitely be bad news for the Zongmen Family Alliance.

"Don't make wild guesses, after a while, people and ghosts will come out to show off!"

Elder Dong waved his hand and returned to his igloo. Recently, he was competing with his stupid offspring who had been around for so many generations, and he finally forced him to practice to the late stage of Qi training.

...

Xuanrui didn't know how much sensation she had caused in the Glacier forbidden zone, all of this was just her subconscious behavior.

After revealing the Yang God, Xuanrui's attention instantly came to the two men not far away.

The older man was thin and elegant, but his temples were covered with white hair. He was wriggling his lips and looking at him with tears in his eyes.

But the young man was a head taller than Su Weixuan next to him, with delicate features, but there was an inexplicable meaning in the way he looked at him.

It's not that Su Xiaofan is not unimpressed, at this moment, he is gradually overlapping the mother in front of him with the mother in his memories and dreams.

Otherwise, it would be very difficult for Su Xiaofan to regard Xuanrui, who seemed to be ten years younger after being promoted to Yangshen, as his mother.

What's more, the mother's appearance now is seven or eight points similar to Su Xiaoxiao's. Standing together, they will definitely be mistaken for sisters.

"Xiaofan, is that you?"

Xuanrui has retracted Yangshen at this moment, looking at Su Xiaofan with tears in her eyes.

She recognized it, this was her son, the little man she cared about the most before she escaped to the forbidden area of ​​the iceberg.

Xuanrui clearly remembers that just the day before she left, her son was lying beside her bed, gently kissing her closed eyes that were pretending to be asleep, and telling her mother that it didn't hurt, and that Xiaofan wanted to protect her.

It seemed that if I kissed my mother, my mother would feel much better. Su Xiaofan put his mouth on his mother's forehead, as if he was relieving his mother's pain.

The childish words of her son strengthened Xuanrui's confidence in living. She believed that as long as she persisted, she would see her son again one day.

"Son, be good, come to Mommy."

Xuanrui sang with tears in her eyes:

"Little rabbit be good, open the door

open quickly, i want to come in

I won't open, I won't open

Mom hasn't come back, and no one will open..."

Such naive lyrics instantly broke Su Xiaofan's defenses, and the childhood that he had almost forgotten when he was a child came to mind at this moment.

When Su Xiaofan was two or three years old, he had to listen to his mother's nursery rhymes to fall asleep, and this was the one he listened to the most.

Even when he was six or seven years old, he still liked to listen to his mother singing nursery rhymes, but at that time it was Su Xiaoxiao who coaxed him, and this nursery rhyme accompanied him until his mother left.

Tears welled up in his eyes, Su Xiaofan yelled "Mom" in a crying voice, knelt down in front of his mother with a body of more than 1.8 meters, and leaned his head against his mother, Su Xiaofan burst into tears like rain.

"Mom is here, Mom is here."

Xuanrui also couldn't help herself, tears flowed down her cheeks.

Why doesn't she miss her children, Xuanrui is the happiest time every year when her husband brings photos of them.

"Mom is gone, and home is gone."

Su Xiaofan could no longer control his emotions, "When mom is here, home is here!"

"Mom is here, home is here, let's go home together!"

Xuanrui helped her son up, just like Su Xiaofan did when he was young, wiping his tears with his sleeve.

"Don't cry, our Xiaofan has grown up and can't cry anymore."

Hearing his mother's words, Su Xiaofan's crying became louder.

When he was by his mother's side, Su Xiaofan was a protected child, and was bullied by his friends, and his mother would always help him out.

But after his mother left, his father was not at home all year round, and his elderly grandfather was unable to protect Su Xiaofan and his sister.

At that time, Su Xiaofan became a wild child, fighting with people every day.

Even in the face of an older child whose scalp is bleeding from being beaten, Su Xiaofan would still bite off a piece of flesh from the opponent's body.

After a few times, no children in the nearby village dared to bully Su Xiaofan siblings, and it was because of this ruthlessness that Su Xiaofan protected his younger sister until she went to university.

But who can Su Xiaofan tell about the depression in his heart? He also wanted to grow up under the protection of his parents, but on the day his mother left, all of this was lost.

Seeing his mother now, Su Xiaofan vented all the grievances that had been suppressed in his heart for more than ten years.

What kind of cultivator, what kind of Yang God, all are left behind by Su Xiaofan at this moment, he is just a big boy who wants to cry to his mother.

"What does crying look like? Your mother is well, shouldn't you be happy?"

An inappropriate voice suddenly interjected, but what greeted us were two angry eyes.

"Then...then what, you...you continue to cry!"

Su Weixuan was discouraged, and said with a mournful face: "I...why do I feel that I am a little redundant, wife, shouldn't it be us husband and wife who hug each other and cry?"

Su Weixuan had never been so envious and jealous of his son, he felt that he should be the one who took his wife into his arms at this time, and whispered the pain of lovesickness and guardianship for more than ten years.

Instead of letting the bastard Su Xiaofan hug his wife, cry there, and wipe all the tears on his mother.

"You wait for a while."

Su Xiaofan glared at his father angrily, "You old scumbag, why didn't you tell me about mom earlier, then wouldn't I have cured mom already?"

What is an unreasonable child, that is, a child with the support of his mother, Su Xiaofan has never felt that his back is so tough.

"You...you, I'm doing it for your own good!"

Su Weixuan, who was accused by his son, didn't hold back a word for a long time. He hated him so much that he almost wanted to release the Qiankun cauldron to suppress this traitor.

"My son is right, why didn't you tell them?"

Xuanrui took Su Xiaofan's arm lightly, "Anyway, my son is not wrong, the one who is wrong is you!"

The same reasoning as bear children, the most unprincipled woman is the child's mother, no matter what time they are, they will always stand with their son.

"I... I, well, it was me who was wrong!"

Su Weixuan let out a long sigh, what a crime, he has guarded his wife for more than ten years, yet this bad boy steals the limelight.

And judging from the current situation, I am afraid that my family status will be very worrying in the future. Fortunately, there is no dog in the family.

No, this Nizi seems to have raised a big cat, Su Weixuan couldn't help crying in his heart.

"Okay, Xiaofan, don't cry,"

Xuanrui looked at Su Xiaofan with clear eyes, "You're an adult now, a man bleeds, sweats and doesn't shed tears, you are only allowed to cry this time, remember?"

"Mom, I remember!"

Su Xiaofan nodded vigorously, with a bit of embarrassment on his face, as far back as he could remember, after the day his mother left, he never cried like this again.

After sending her son's arm, Xuanrui came to Su Weixuan's side, and gently nestled her body into her husband's arms.

"Wei Xuan, thank you for your hard work!"

Just such a faint sentence made Su Weixuan's eye sockets turn red quickly, and the muscles on his face were trembling non-stop.

"No... no hard work, no hard work."

The man did not flick his tears lightly, but before he was sad, the teardrops from Su Weixuan's eyes dripped onto his wife's hair.

At this moment, after more than ten years of protection, more than ten years of longing, more than ten years of seeing each other day and night and being unable to get along with each other, Su Weixuan's heart is full of depression and depression.

All gone! ! !

Mother died early, this chapter made the author cry