How can a super obedient daughter-in-law be the devil?

Just like Tan Jiayong understands Tan Wen's stubborn temper, Tan Wen also understands Tan Jiayong's stubborn temper.

It can be said that, as expected of a father and son, their tempers come out of the same mold.

It was because of this that Tan Wen felt a headache. He scratched his head irritably, "Have you decided?"

Tan Jiayong nodded firmly, "It's decided!"

Tan Wen suddenly sighed sadly, "That's all." As he spoke, he threw a booklet at him.

Tan Jiayong played with the book in his hand, "What is this?"

Tan Wen looked up to the sky and sighed, "This is a family heirloom of our Tan family."

Tan Jiayong blinked his eyes, his face full of surprise, so their old Tan family still has this thing?

Opening the booklet and looking at what was written on it, Tan Jiayong's eyes widened in shock, "Father, are you sure this isn't the book sold at the stall outside?"

Fearing that Zhan Yin would be bored at home, Tan Jiayong would sometimes bring some back to Zhan Yin to pass the time when he read the script.

There was a school in the neighboring village, but the teacher who taught him had limited knowledge. After two years of schooling, they felt that they had nothing to learn, and they had no interest in taking the exam, so they did not transfer to the county school like other students.

They can't do advanced knowledge, but they can still understand it by reading a script.However, these days, books belong to the rich. After learning the price of the story books, Zhan Yin refused to allow him to buy them.

Now Tan Jiayong is looking at the so-called Tan family heirloom that Tan Wen found out, and seriously suspects that his father bought a random book from a small vendor to fool him, or the kind of book with no writing, so simple and exaggerated that he didn't even see it. .

Tan Wen slapped it, "You brat, what nonsense are you talking about! This is something passed down from our ancestors, how could it be a storybook!"

Tan Jiayong squinted at his father, "Why haven't I heard you mention such an important matter."

Father Tan got angry immediately, "So much nonsense, if you don't read it, return it to me!"

Tan Jiayong immediately put the booklet into his arms, and said cheerfully, "Didn't I get knocked out by the pie falling from the sky? Father, if I practice according to the above, I will really Can it be that powerful?"

"No." Papa Tan interrupted his son's fantasy very ruthlessly.

Tan Jiayong, "???"

Father Tan said earnestly, "I heard that cultivating this thing requires spiritual roots. Back then, your father thought that practicing martial arts is so powerful. Isn't it just cultivation? What's so difficult?! Then, God taught me, People, you still have to accept your fate."

Tan Jiayong: "..."

Although he always felt that it was not normal for his father to live in a small mountain village, but now that he heard his father had such a story, he suddenly regained his energy and suddenly thought of something, "Dad, just From my experience in reading scripts, a capable person like you is hiding in such a small mountain village, isn’t he hiding some kind of enemy? When your son and I come out of the mountain in the future, I will be surrounded by a bunch of people Came up to hunt me down..."

Papa Tan was so angry that he slapped him again, "You brat, if you don't listen to those messy things, let's see how your brain has been corrupted! Without that ability, those high-ranking monks can see it in their eyes. In the eyes of those existences, people like us are like ants."

When Tan Wen said this, his expression was in a daze, and there was still a little fear in his eyes.

It was the first time for Tan Jiayong to see his mountain-like father showing such an expression, and he stood there at the same place, a little at a loss.

Tan Wen didn't seem to want his son to see his expression, lowered his eyes slightly, and said, "Jiayong, it's not that Dad has been hiding it from you, but that place is really not easy to go to. I haven't seen it with my own eyes. You never know how powerful a cultivator is. And the people you see... very few survive."

Tan Jiayong didn't know what Tan Wen went through to make him show such an expression when he mentioned cultivators.I almost blurted out that sentence, but thinking of Zhan Yin’s illness every July, he gritted his teeth again and swallowed what he wanted to say.

Seeing his appearance, Tan Wen finally just sighed and patted him on the shoulder, "Try it, I heard that our ancestors also produced cultivators, so maybe you can practice? If you can't practice, you can't do it." Don't force it, cultivating immortals really depends on fate."

After finishing speaking, Tan Wen walked out of the room, leaving only Tan Jiayong in the room, looking at the booklet with a somewhat unpredictable expression.

When Tan Jiayong also came out, the expression on his face had returned to his usual expression, he rubbed Zhan Yin's head, and took him to play in the yard for a long time, and when the sun went down, he took him out for a stroll After a circle, he returned to the room.

At this time, Tan Wen said, "I opened another room for you, especially for Xiao Er to choose, there is no one around, you go live there."

Tan Jiayong listened, nodded, and then turned around and entered the room number Tan Wen had mentioned.

After Tan Jiayong closed the door, Zhan Yin poked his head out of his room with a worried expression on his face.Tan Wen happened to be standing at the door, and rubbed his little head smoothly, "Don't worry, you brother Yong is fine."

Zhan Yin nodded, but he didn't want to go back to his room to sleep, so he brought a bench over and sat at the door, looking in Tan Jiayong's direction.

Tan Wen was a little dumbfounded, but there was nothing else in their family, there were no stubborn donkeys, especially the kid Zhanyin, who looked like a good boy on the surface, but in fact he had a lot of ideas. If he made up his mind, ten donkeys would Can't pull it back.

Oh, of course, that's when his son didn't speak.

Generally speaking, his cubs are stronger and slightly more useful than ten donkeys. Often he can make a child obedient with just one sentence, which is much more useful than ten sentences.

Like now, it's absolutely useless for him to say it.

Seeing that he couldn't be persuaded, he simply took a stool and sat by the door, chatting with the children, "That brat wants to go to the south, Xiao Yin, I don't know what you have in mind?"

Zhan Yin lowered his eyes, looked at his pale fingertips, and said in a low voice, "I'll listen to my brother."

Tan Wen felt that he was not surprised by the expected answer, "Xiao Yin, do you hate me? I knew there might be a way to save you there, but I never said it."

Zhan Yin shook his head hastily, "No, Father has worked so hard to raise me and worked hard for my illness. These little Yins are all in my heart, and I will never forget them in my life."

Tan Wen said with emotion, "Xiao Yin is a good boy. You should have heard the conversation between me and A Yong today. In fact, there are still some things that I didn't tell him."

Zhan Yin raised his head and looked at Tan Wen seriously, as if he wanted to keep every word he said in his heart.

Tan Wen smiled wryly, "Back then I was young and vigorous, a newborn calf was not afraid of tigers, and I thought I would be invincible in the world with a little kung fu. After reading that booklet, it was as if someone had opened the door to a new world and left a letter The letter, I can't wait to rush to the world that people yearn for."

Zhan Yin didn't speak, watching Tan Wen lost in memory.

"These people are really powerful. They can fly into the sky and hide from the ground. Those things that I thought would only appear in the scriptures really exist." Tan Wen still remembers when he saw the cultivators flying from the sky. The shock of time, and the surging pride.

"However, the reality is completely different from the script. The immortals in the script, they uphold justice, save lives and heal the wounded. But in reality, the cultivators of immortals, they are high above them, like ordinary people are ants, life and death are not in their eyes."

Hearing Father Tan say this again, Zhan Yin imagined the attitude of the people in the village towards ants. There are often children who are bored and take pleasure in killing them, and even come up with various methods to torment them.Even grown-ups would trample one or two to death from time to time, but for the ants they trampled to death, they couldn't bear any compassion at all.

If this is the case...the so-called cultivation world is really too dangerous.Zhanyin couldn't help hesitating.

He himself is not afraid, it doesn't matter what happens if he loses his life.But he didn't want to hurt Brother Ayong...

But... Zhan Yin lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "Father said that the ancestors of the Tan family had cultivators, so why did Dad stop Brother Yong from trying?"

With Tan Wen's attitude of admiration and awe towards practitioners, if Tan Jiayong has spiritual roots to practice, he should be very happy.

But judging from Tan Wen's attitude, he didn't seem to want Tan Jiayong to step into the cultivation world.

Tan Wen's attitude is too strange, if it is only related to him, Zhan Yin will never ask.But it is about Tan Jiayong, so he will inevitably care a little more.

Tan Wen's eyes were full of complex expressions, and after a while, he said, "Ah Yong, his mother, is from a cultivating family."

Zhan Yin's eyes widened suddenly, and he looked at Tan Wen in disbelief.

Tan Wen smiled wryly, "At the beginning, Jiuniang and her family were not very happy, and I was afraid that you would be implicated in the past."

The methods of the Cultivation Family are really beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Zhan Yin clenched his fists, his face was a little pale.After a while, he stammered, "Well, what about my parents?" Zhan Yin raised his head, his eyes were nervous and expectant.

The boy is very well-behaved, his parents left early, and the impression is not deep, but he seldom mentions it, as if he is afraid that they will have grudges in their hearts.

Tan Wenwen said, but he seemed very embarrassed, "At the beginning, I was good friends with your father. Later I ran out in a mess, and I was also grateful to your parents for helping me honor my parents. Your parents treat my parents as much as their own mothers, so I naturally I will also treat you as my own." When Zhan Yin's parents passed away, in order to make them feel at ease, he directly opened his mouth to make an appointment with the baby.

Zhan Yin nodded and smiled sweetly at Tan Wen.

At this moment, Zhan Yin, who had been watching the direction of Tan Jiayong's door from the corner of his eyes, turned his head suddenly, and stood up from the stool.

I saw the window of Tan Jiayong's room, and there was a gorgeous fire reflected.