Yang Yu was silent, but he didn't go to see it, but asked about his family's recent situation.

"The old man is fine. He has heard a lot less murmurs from time to time, and his mother-in-law is in good health...

It turns out that my sister-in-law has made a great progress. She finally became a martial saint before the New Year, and fulfilled her wish for many years."

Yang Jian said a few words and his pace was a little slower.

"Xiao Si's merits have indeed made great progress!"

Yang Yu smiled slightly and hugged the beauty in his arms. The next moment, he returned to the backyard of the imperial city.

"Um?"

The old man who cared for the peach tree in the corner of the courtyard seemed to feel something. When he looked back, he couldn't help but smile.

"Old woman, come out quickly!"

"You can't do it even if you ask you to take care of the peach trees..."

Grandma Yang muttered to walk out of the house.

"Mother-in-law!"

Yu Yang bowed and held his mother-in-law's slightly hot palm.

Perhaps because there is a separation between the two realms, it has only been a year since I saw each other, Grandma Yang misses her a little bit and talks, which makes the white dog that is coming in a hurry sob for a while, and it is not troubled to go around.

"It's not that you won't let you go, it's really not yet..."

Yu Yang touched the white dog's smooth hair, comforted the little guy who couldn't help but whimper, and looked at the sprouting peach tree in the corner with a little curiousness:

"This peach tree?"

"I picked it up in the early years. The old man thought it was a dead tree, but he didn't expect it to be a branch."

The old man explained.

"It's nothing to draw branches in winter, it's rare to swallow and spit spiritual qi..."

Yu Yang looked at him a few more times.

There are various spiritual plants in the Longquan Realm, which can absorb spiritual energy. It either assimilates a wisp over the years or requires people to take the initiative to inject it.

This peach tree is obviously rarer than those spiritual plants.

"Little Prison, let's go back to the house?"

The old man urged the two women to go to the kitchen, but he led his son, whom he had not seen for a year, back to his room.

When Yang Yu heard this, he naturally withdrew his gaze and followed the old man into the house.

As soon as he came in, the old man mysteriously took out a dark bronze sculpture from under the bed.

Its fist is the size of a dog, with long hair and four legs, like a bear without claws, looks strange, but it also reveals a very ancient atmosphere.

"The old man is free and goes to the Sea of ​​Law..."

"Did you pick it up again?"

Yang Yu's expression was no longer strange, but very solemn.

The immortals and Buddhas practice themselves and do not save others, and they have no intention of benefiting future generations at all. The old man has so many adventures, but I am afraid that it is no longer explained by great luck.

This bronze sculpture...
Chapter completed!