Chapter 761 The Taste of Home
Chapter 761 The Taste of Home
"It seems that the node of the formation dividing line is not necessarily one hundred meters."
Seeing this scene, Cheng Feng thought to himself: "It is estimated that the distance is divided based on the difficulty of the formation. The greater the difficulty, the longer the distance will be after crossing."
With this in mind, Cheng Feng officially entered the 1,200-meter mark of the formation dividing line.
The first thousand two hundred meters of the formation dividing line was nothingness.
When Cheng Feng entered, all he saw was gray mist.
However, as Cheng Feng's thoughts turned, the scenery in front of him immediately changed, and a city appeared.
This city is not big, the city wall is about ten meters high, and directly above the city gate, there are three big characters "Tianxing City" hanging.
Tianxing City is Cheng Feng’s hometown.
Cheng Feng has not been back once since he left more than a year ago.
Suddenly seeing the appearance of his hometown, Cheng Feng suddenly became excited and flew towards Tianxing City without any hesitation.
Tianxing City is not big, and there are several families in the city. The Cheng family is one of them, located in Dongcheng District.
When Cheng Feng flew to Dongcheng District, a courtyard covering an area of dozens of acres suddenly came into view.
This courtyard is a bit old, but it does not lose its atmosphere at all. On both sides of the courtyard gate, two stone lions squat, giving Cheng Feng an indescribable sense of familiarity and intimacy.
Squeak~~
Cheng Feng pushed open the courtyard door, and a burst of noise came from inside the door.
Cheng Feng looked towards the place where the sound came from. A group of boys aged thirteen or fourteen were practicing boxing on a flat ground in the center of the courtyard.
Cheng Feng was very familiar with the boxing techniques used by these young men, and they were the most inferior martial arts skills, Angry Dragon Fist.
But the young people practiced very seriously, with firm eyes and meticulous attention to detail.
Seeing this group of teenagers, Cheng Feng couldn't help but think of himself when he was a child. At that time, he was also practicing the Angry Dragon Fist on this flat land over and over again.
"Cheng Feng, are you lazy again? Why don't you quickly join the team and continue practicing."
Just as Cheng Feng was deep in thought, a stern voice rang in his ears.
Cheng Feng took a look and saw that he was a middle-aged man wearing smart clothes.
This middle-aged man is Cheng Feng's second uncle, named Cheng Xingyun.
Cheng Xingyun's cultivation level is not high, he only has a perfect cultivation level in the Earth Martial Realm. He is responsible for guiding the cultivation of the younger members of the Cheng family.
When Cheng Feng was young, he was often taught a lesson by this person.
Hearing Cheng Xingyun's voice at this moment, he couldn't help but tremble, and then ran towards the teenagers who were boxing.
"The Wrathful Dragon Fist focuses on the word 'anger'. If you want to practice it to perfection..."
After Cheng Feng entered the queue, Cheng Xingyun began to explain the essence of the Angry Dragon Fist, and then practiced it himself, and then asked the teenagers to follow suit.
Standing in the team, Cheng Feng saw this familiar scene, and the soft part of his heart was inexplicably touched.
Then he didn't think too much, followed his heart, and started practicing Angry Dragon Fist with the teenagers.
With Cheng Feng's current level of cultivation, the Angry Dragon Fist was like child's play in his hands. He twisted his waist and moved his hips to reveal the essence of it.
At the front of the courtyard, Cheng Xingyun's eyes suddenly brightened when he saw Cheng Feng's Angry Dragon Fist.
"Cheng Feng, has Xinghe turned on a small stove for you recently?"
Cheng Xingyun walked up to Cheng Feng and said with a face full of surprise: "You have actually mastered the essence of Angry Dragon Fist, which is much better than my second uncle and me."
"Second uncle..." Cheng Feng remained wary of Cheng Xingyun.
Although he was immersed in the warmth of returning to his hometown, his mind was very clear.
I deeply know that everything in front of me is fake, the Cheng family compound is fake, the young man practicing martial arts is fake, and the second uncle in front of me is fake too!
Therefore, when Cheng Xingyun approached, Cheng Feng subconsciously thought that the other party might take action against him.
Just like those old acquaintances I met before, get familiar with yourself first, and then kill yourself.
But I never thought that Cheng Xingyun had no intention of taking action.
He came to Cheng Feng, praised Cheng Feng a little, and then began to guide Cheng Feng in his cultivation.
Like a true relative, he spared no effort in guiding Cheng Feng and wished he could pour all his martial arts knowledge into Cheng Feng's mind.
After the instruction, Cheng Xingyun watched Cheng Feng leave with a smile on his face.
Cheng Feng was relieved in his heart, secretly glad that Cheng Xingyun did not take action against him. Otherwise, even though he knew that everything was false, he would still be in trouble if Cheng Feng was cruel to his relatives.
Under Cheng Xingyun's watch, Cheng Feng entered the inner courtyard of the Cheng family compound.
Soon after, they arrived at the door of a small courtyard.
The door to the courtyard was open. Cheng Feng raised his eyes and looked inside. A gentle girl with long black hair and a long skirt was washing vegetables and preparing to cook.
"sister……"
Seeing the girl, Cheng Feng couldn't help but feel a sore nose and water in his eyes.
That girl was none other than Cheng Feng's sister, Cheng Qingxue.
More than a year ago, since Cheng Qingxue was picked up by the three masters of the Moon Temple, Cheng Feng has not seen her again.
"Xiao Feng is back. What are you doing standing outside the door? Come in quickly!"
At this moment, a gentle male voice sounded.
Immediately, a middle-aged man who was nearly forty years old and looked elegant came into Cheng Feng's eyes.
"Father!" Cheng Feng's eyes became moist when he saw this middle-aged man.
This elegant middle-aged man turned out to be Cheng Feng's father, Cheng Xinghe.
"Xiao Feng, have you finished practicing?"
After being reminded by Cheng Xinghe, Cheng Qingxue, who was concentrating on washing vegetables, looked back. When she saw Cheng Feng, she immediately said: "Practice martial arts consumes the most physical energy. You must be hungry already."
"Go to the kitchen quickly. I've left a piece of barbecue for you. Let's put it down first to pacify your stomach."
Hearing this, Cheng Feng's nose couldn't help but feel sore again.
When he was a child, Cheng Feng ate a lot because he had to practice martial arts. Every time the family made delicious food, Cheng Qingxue would leave half of his portion for Cheng Feng.
Although Cheng Qingxue was only one or two years older than Cheng Feng, she was like a little adult, silently caring for and caring for Cheng Feng.
"Sister, I'm not hungry."
Cheng Feng walked into the small courtyard and looked at Cheng Xinghe and Cheng Qingxue with a bright smile on his face.
"You have been practicing all afternoon, how can you not be hungry?"
Cheng Qingxue put down the vegetable basket, took out a piece of barbecue wrapped in oil paper from the kitchen, and handed it to Cheng Feng.
Looking at Cheng Qingxue's gentle eyes, Cheng Feng couldn't refuse at all and reached out to take the barbecue.
When Cheng Feng received the barbecue, he inevitably showed an empty door.
At this time, if Cheng Qingxue launched an attack, he would be able to succeed instantly and hit Cheng Feng's vital part.
Cheng Feng knew this danger, but he still didn't hesitate at all and stretched out his hand without any defense.
Because he can't do it!
Even though he knew that the Cheng Qingxue in front of him was a dummy formed by the power of the formation, he still didn't want to, let alone take action.