Empress: Tears burst!Are you the reincarnated child of destiny?

"No, this time the matter is more severe than last time. You can't go, you have to stay at home, and you can't go anywhere."

Zhao Wanru strongly objected, and Leng Yuan went out with them.

Who knows, Leng Yuan didn't listen, walked directly to where Leng Ruolin was sitting, and took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone behind him.

Then spread it out on the table.

The pen was in the air, and I drew a few strokes casually.

Leng Yuan said softly, "Wind."

"rain."

"thunder."

"Electricity."

Every time his voice fell, they saw what he said appeared in front of their eyes.

Even the outside is changing with the changes in the house.

The wind blew the flags outside into the wind, even getting bigger and bigger, and several flags flew straight into the air.

As soon as the rain fell, I saw the flag outside, which fell directly to the ground because it was wet by the rain.

The rest of the scene surprised Leng Ruolin and his wife even more.

They couldn't tell at this time whether they should be happy or sad.

Happily, at this moment, Leng Feng was actually a monk, and he was able to cultivate.

but……

Cultivation means participating in that Great War of the Heavens. If you participate, then...

What may be waiting, the final result, is death.

"You are actually able to practice, why didn't you tell us earlier, and your practice is already so strong."

Apart from surprise, there was also a touch of displeasure on the faces of the two of them.

Because Leng Yuan concealed them for a long time, it made them feel very uncomfortable.

Zhao Wanru walked to Leng Yuan's side in an instant, and looked Leng Yuan up and down.

He even tested it with spiritual power, and finally confirmed that there was no spiritual power in Leng Yuan's body.

In her eyes, the tears at this moment were constantly swirling.

I was about to cry.

She has been worried that if Leng Yuan can't cultivate, his health will get worse and worse. Now that he can practice, she is naturally very happy.

Leng Ruolin nodded in satisfaction, and then looked at Leng Yuan: "You can practice, but I have tested it just now. You have no spiritual power in your body, and there is no aura of practice in your body. Why is that?"

Leng Yuan put the Four Treasures of Study in his hand on the table, and replied: "That's because I follow a different path of cultivation from yours."

"My body cannot practice, so the mind I cultivate, that is, the method of spiritual cultivation, I call it spiritual cultivation."

"Is this spiritual practice, good, good, worthy of my son, good."

A look of joy appeared on Leng Ruolin's face instantly.

You know, being able to create a method of cultivation by yourself is equivalent to being the only one in heaven and earth.

It can also be said to be No.1 on the mainland.

Even, if this was in the ancient times, they would basically be able to establish a school directly on the spot.

However, the era when Leng Yuan was born was a bit embarrassing.

His method of spiritual cultivation is destined to be unknown in the future.

"Mother, father, I feel that my ability can also participate in this battle of the heavens. I hope you don't refuse."

Leng Yuan looked at Leng Ruolin and his wife excitedly, waiting for them to nod.

Who knows, the two of them just looked at each other and shook their heads instantly.

"Yuan'er, it's not that your parents won't let you go, it's that this matter is related to the overall situation, and it's not okay if you go to your level, what we want is a strong person in the fairyland."

"Only when you reach the Immortal Realm can you barely meet the devil in the sky. If that's the case, it's no different from sending you to death."

Zhao Wanru nodded, and continued: "Yuan'er, you have only practiced for a while, and the time is still short. This time, it's not that mother looks down on you, it's because you are incapable."

Leng Yuan was silent for a moment.

Immortal Realm powerhouse?

As long as you reach the powerhouse in the fairyland, you can go there.

He looked at the writing brush on the table and smiled slightly. He has practiced for such a long time, but he actually doesn't know what his strength is.

However, he still had to decide to give it a try, and how would he know if it would work if he didn't try it.

"Father, mother, how about this, let's compete and see if my current strength is as strong as that of the fairyland."

"I have no other intentions. As long as you think it's impossible, as long as you think I don't have the strength to reach the powerhouse of the fairyland, then I won't go."

Zhao Wanru and Leng Ruolin have actually been curious about this so-called way of spiritual cultivation for a long time.

In addition, Leng Yuan said that as long as he did not have the strength of a strong man in the fairyland, he would not go, and they were even happier at this time.

Without any hesitation, he agreed directly.

"Get ready, I'll call Fairy Liuyun and the others to come and have a look."

"My son must be the best son in the world. Even if he is a mortal, he can practice."

After the voice fell, Zhao Wanru tore apart the space and went out directly.

Regarding Zhao Wanru's actions, both father and son looked at each other and smiled, without saying much.

Over the years, Zhao Wanru has been blaming herself terribly for Leng Yuan's inability to practice.

Even Fairy Liuyun and the others often said that they should protect Leng Yuan because he is a mortal.

He is a mortal, created by Zhao Wanru, and now that he can practice, she naturally wants to show it off.

At this time, it was almost time for Zi Shi, but not long after Zhao Wanru left, many monks came one after another in the meeting hall.

It took them just a cup of tea to get together, and it didn't even take them long.

In an instant, the small meeting hall was packed with people.

At this time, apart from Leng Ruolin's family, there were more than 20 practitioners.

After they learned from Zhao Wanru that Leng Yuan could cultivate, one was curious and the other was puzzled.

For them, it is understandable for monks to create a way of practice.

But how can an ordinary person create a way of practice? How can this be believed?

At this time, the bottom of the screen.

Just as puzzled as they are, there are monks on Sisheng Continent.

Almost half of the people think that Leng Yuan is the sage of calligraphy.

Another half of the people think that Leng Yuan is not a book sage, but a person who has mastered the method of cultivation.

The scene in the picture will always be reversed unexpectedly, without seeing the moment when Leng Yuan became the sage of calligraphy.

Some people just won't believe it.

Even if it is recorded in ancient books, the book sage is the person who created the method of spiritual cultivation.

Leng Yuan has mastered the method of spiritual cultivation now, and they are not so sure.