"Master..."

Tao Ding's voice came from afar.

He had received the news a long time ago, and was waiting outside the gate of the mansion.

Foresight Ling Luoyu's figure hurriedly greeted him.

"Grandpa Tao..."

Ling Luoyu laughed forward and accepted the gifts Ling Feifeng had brought. Only then did he follow Tao Ding to Ling Mansion.

When Ling Yunfeng heard the news, he was greeted long ago.

"Yuer..."

Before getting closer, Ling Luoyu knelt and kowtows.

"Yu'er please peace to father!"

"Get up, get up!" Ling Yunfeng felt sorry for his daughter, and quickly picked her up: "Don't kneel on the ground in winter, hurt your body!"

"Father, where's my second uncle? Why didn't I see him?"

"He's in the barracks, as the head coach, he can't get out for the time being, but he said he will come back to see you at night!"

Ling Bufan made an excuse for old-age care and no longer bothered about military affairs.

Because Ling Yunfeng had not returned home for many years, he wanted to stay at home temporarily and do his filial piety as the son of man. All things in the army were in charge of Ling Yunxi.

In Ling's mansion, Ling Bufan walked out quickly, although he tried his best to forbear it, his old eyes couldn't help but cry.

"This child, it will take a few months to leave..."

Ling Luoyu hurriedly stepped forward to ask for peace, but Ling Bufan poke his forehead with a finger.

"You bastard, you always have no home as soon as you leave the house!! I haven't written a letter to my home for so long!"

"Grandpa, I was in Qiyun Sect a few days ago, isn't it inconvenient!"

Ling Bufan's eyes trembled suddenly, and then he lowered his eyes calmly.

"It's not convenient to write a letter?!"

"I wrote it, I wrote a letter as soon as the strange Yunzong came out...Didn't I tell you about the aunt?!"

Ling Luoyu didn't notice the strangeness in Ling Bufan's eyes, so he took his arm up coquettishly.

"Grandpa, I brought you some good things in Qiyun Sect!"

"What good things can you have?!"

Ling Luoyu's slender palm flipped, adding a sword.

"This is Broken Red. It is the first sword made by Cen Jia, the world's number one swordsmith. It is a magic weapon!"

Duanhong exudes a dreadful cold air, making the originally warm afternoon a bit colder.

Ling Bufan raised his hand to take it, and after swiping a sword, he couldn't help but admire.

"It is indeed a good sword!!"

"I also prepared a soft armor for my second uncle, which is invulnerable!"

Ling Bufan looked over with satisfaction, smiling at the corners of his eyes.

"Asshole, what is it...what did you prepare for your father?!"

"father"

Ling Luoyu's complexion suddenly became a little scornful, and she coquettishly rubbed against Ling Yunfeng.

"Father, what I prepared for you... I'm afraid you will be unhappy!"

Ling Yunfeng's eyes were full of affection and doting: "Father, as long as you are happy, it doesn't matter if you are a gift!"

"Actually... it's not a gift, it's just a boxing book. I want Dad to train Ling Jiajun! Dad, Qi Yunzong really doesn't have any good things for Dad this time... If I meet you next time, I will definitely give it. Daddy get it!"

With Ling Yunfeng's cultivation base, ordinary vulgar objects are just tasteless to him, and of no great use.

"You child!" Ling Yunfeng rubbed her head with great affection and whimpered her cheeks: "You have enough surprises for Daddy!"

Ling Bufan was playing with Broken Red, and he glanced over when he heard the words.

"Yu'er, the best gift you can give to your father is to play with him as a child... I am old and want to take my grandson..."

Ling Luoyu: "..."

Come again! ! !

She definitely didn't read the almanac when she went out today, and she encountered such embarrassing topics.