Although I went to bed very late last night, I got up at 6 am. I didn’t brush my teeth and had my face washed, so I ran to the guest room to find someone excitedly.

When he found that there was no one on the bed, only the neatly folded quilts, he bent down in panic to look under the bed, and no one was hiding inside. His voice suddenly turned into a crying voice, "Where is Mom? Where has Mom gone?"

Lu An stood behind him with all his duties, "Qingqing, Miss Feng went to the training room early in the morning."

"Ah? Mom is so hardworking!"

That is, the celebration turns worries into joy, and heads towards the training room.

Unfortunately, Feng Shu was not in the training room either.

"Mom, do you want to celebrate now? Mom, where are you? Mom..."

The little guy finally started to cry and went to search for each room at a time. Finally, under Lu An's guidance, he saw Feng Shu in the small garden.

She glanced at him and did not stop practicing martial arts immediately. She waved the particle sword in her hand, and she became powerful.

Jimo stood not far away, watching attentively, and his right hand was drawing something on the light-brain tablet from time to time, but he didn't notice his son's arrival.

"What is mom doing?"

Realizing that she might be doing serious things, Ji Qing did not come forward, but instead lowered her voice to ask Lu An.

"Switch on... Enter data... Start analysis..."

Feng Shu practiced the sword in the open space for half an hour before he stopped with unfulfilled intentions.

Luan has no way to use a small amount of data to model, nor does he have similar data to make analogy and inference. The result of forced analysis is a rare crash.

Jimo looked at her eyes with strange spirits, and even ignored her son's arrival.

"Miss Feng, who do you learn from? I have never seen such a move, full of murderous intent, each move is just right, practical and beautiful. It is a killing martial art and the supreme art. It is really amazing."

That was the Feng family's swordsmanship, but Feng Yuyang and He Jie didn't know how to use ancient martial arts, so she simply shook her head, "I can't say it."

Jimo automatically thinks, "Strict teachers produce high disciples. It seems that your master has high expectations for you. I hope you will let go after you reach the highest level and announce your teacher's education."

Feng Shu did not answer.

Huishan was only worried that she had cut corners when she was practicing martial arts, and never forbidden her to tell others that she was his disciple. Although she had never served the tea of ​​apprenticeship, she also gave him the ceremony of kneeling three times and kowtowing nine times. At least she had learned half a bucket of water in ten years, and it was not an exaggeration to say that she was half a disciple.

"Dad, what is the teacher and apprentice who announce the teacher's education?"

Ji Qing pulled his pants, blinked his almond eyes, and was thirsty for knowledge.

Jimo was in a good mood, and the smile on his face was brighter than usual. He answered his son's questions with high interest, and even the dimples on his cheeks ran out.

Beauty is always eye-catching, regardless of gender, since ancient times. Everyone has a love for beauty. As the most beautiful man Feng Shu has ever seen so far, even though she is introverted, she looked at him several times.

"Miss Feng, I have a heartless request, I hope you can fulfill it."

Jimo looked at her with a smile, his face shining brightly.

Feng Shu blinked, her heart beating a little fast, and her voice began to tremble, "Please say."

"Can you help me introduce me and let the master accept me as his disciple?"

At this time, he did not act at all as solemn as the head of the family, nor as the majesty as the federal major general, nor as the arrogant and independent as the weapon designer. He was like an inconspicuous young man, looking at her passionately and eagerly, praying to get the reply he wanted.

The smile on his face was too dazzling and his eyes were too sincere. Feng Shu couldn't take her sight away, as if something had broken out of the cocoon. She just felt dizzy and confused. Her heart was beating rapidly. It was difficult to speak out, "Sorry."

His disappointment was beyond words, but he still did not give up. "It really doesn't work? Are there any specific conditions required? Please ask me, and I will do my best to complete the test!"

The Feng family has long turned into a wave in the long river of history. It is still unclear whether there is bloodline reproduction. What's more, it is difficult for her to understand whether her past and the past of this interstellar era are on the same time and space plane. If her past is not the past of the Federation, she will not even find her own roots.

A sad look flashed by, and Feng Shu shook her head with difficulty, unable to explain.

Jimo knew that he was a forceful person, and the light on his face dimmed, and he felt like a cloudy day.

"Mom, Dad is very powerful. Dad can design many powerful weapons. Nothing can stump Dad. He is very powerful and powerful. Well, very good!"

As if to emphasize the strength of his father, he nodded a few times.

Feng Shu touched his head, "I know, your father is very powerful and good."

I was happy and praised him again, "Dad is very good, a good person, a very good person, and the best dad in the interstellar world."

Feng Shu squatted down and patted the soil on his knees. Just now, the little guy ran too fast and fell down to find her.

"Well, your father is a good person, so you're so lucky."

The little guy smiled happily and threw himself into her arms, "Mom is also a good person, the best mother in the interstellar world. Jiqing loves her mother the most!"

Feng Shu was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously looked up at Jimo.

He had regained his usual calm attitude, and he only smiled helplessly when he heard this.

He really just smiled, with a slightly curvaceous lips curled up, and a very small arc. If Feng Shu hadn't had extraordinary eyesight, he would probably not be able to see it.

"Just Qing, didn't you agree? You can't call me mother, we can't call our friends mother. The person who gave birth to you is your mother. You can call me Sister Feng, Auntie, or Aunt, and just call me Fengshu."

She looked straight into the little guy's eyes, with exactly the same almond eyes, and when she looked at each other, she was particularly similar.

Jimo was about to speak when he saw the intelligent butler Lu Ping coming over and bowed respectfully, "Head of the family, the fourth young master of the Jun family comes to visit with his son."

A look of surprise flashed across Feng Shu's face very quickly.

Jimo thoughtful, raised his eyebrows, "Please come in."

Before the people arrived, the sound had already been heard, and Fengshou couldn't help but stand up and left with the sound.

Jiqing grabbed the hem of her clothes, followed her step by step, and her short legs were moving very fast.

She had excellent hearing, not to mention that it was only a hundred meters away. When her internal strength was deep, any movement within five miles could not be hidden from her ears. I heard that when she reached the state of Huishan, if she was fully focused, it would be no problem to listen to the movements within a radius of hundreds of miles.

At this moment, Feng Shengzhe was crying, and he didn't know what was going on. The little guy who was rarely crying loudly was so aggrieved that he was calling his mother one by one.
Chapter completed!