Chapter 190: Fairy at home

Chu Chen watched the people coming and going on the street, the expressions of men, women and children were very relaxed, but he smelled a hint of danger in the air!

Could it be that in this mundane world, I met Ling Xuan's master withered heart, if it was him, ten self and Tong Meng would be a dead end. (Baidu search update is the fastest and most stable)

Chu Chen quickly closed his eyes, and let out his spiritual sense hovering over the entire town like a big bird. A three-dimensional hologram of the town suddenly appeared in his mind, and everything became clear. Very clear. "Fiction" novel chapter updated fastest

After a cup of tea, Chu Chen opened his eyes and let out a long breath.

"How is it?" The little sister Tongmeng beside her was full of concern.

"There should be no danger. I haven't gotten down the mountain for a long time. I'm nervous." Chu Chen smiled.

Hearing this statement, Tong Meng breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't want her return to bring danger and misfortune to her hometown.

The small town of Luwang is not big, with a radius of only tens of miles. So soon, the two came to a slightly low tiled house. But seeing the door concealed, some **** crowing faintly came from inside.

When he walked to the door, Tong Meng suddenly became nervous, and he looked up and down carefully at his clothes. A pair of small hands couldn't hold it tightly and loosened, and even his body was trembling slightly.

Feeling close to hometown...

Chu Chen smiled slightly, took a step forward, and slowly pushed open the simple gate of the courtyard.

"Sister Tong's family, embroideries are really hard to sell right now, it's not that I pressure your price..."

Pushing the courtyard door open, two people were arguing quietly in the simple courtyard.

A woman looks like a forty or fifty-year-old, thin body, wearing a simple plain clothes, sallow face, not very good complexion.

The other woman was in her 50s and 60s, she was slightly fat, and she looked not too young, but her face was still powdered and she was wearing fancy clothes.

The two discussed the embroidery market slightly, and saw that the door of the room opened, and two handsome figures like gods pushed the door and walked in.

The difference between a monk and a secular person can be seen from the appearance alone. A cultivator, because he has absorbed the spiritual energy of the heavens and the earth for many years, and tempered the spiritual sense, the overall temperament will appear extremely light and immortal, and not stained with dust.

In addition, Chu Chen and Tong Meng are just Bùcuò, with a delicate and lovely face like a porcelain doll, and a handsome eyebrow with a sword eyebrow and starry eyes that are really eye-catching like a fairy boy.

Therefore, seeing the two men entering the door, the two women in the yard who were talking quietly were taken aback for a moment. After seeing their faces clearly, the slightly thin woman's complexion was suddenly happy: "Meng'er, you are back!"

"mother!"

Tong Meng called out softly, hurriedly rushed to hug him, and burst into tears.

"Don't cry, an old lady of mine didn't cry. You are a cultivator, so you still shed tears like before. I can see you again before I die. I can't be happy. How can I cry." Madam Tong was also a little excited. The eye sockets became wet for a while, and he wiped his eyes gently.

The red-eyed Tong Meng hugged her adoptive mother tighter.

Madam Tong gently held up Tong Meng's face, and after a while, she smiled and said, "My Meng'er is really getting more and more beautiful. At first sight, I don't dare to recognize it."

"My mother is getting younger and younger."

"You little girl, let you go to cultivate immortals, but you cultivated sweetly." Madam Tong squeezed Tong Meng's face, and then asked softly, "You are so busy following the immortal refining, why... you have time to come back."

"Mother, even immortals have to go home to visit relatives." Tong Meng chuckled and said charmingly.

"Is this a dream? Oh, it's only been three years since I've been out and out of the water, I almost dare not recognize it."

Seeing this scene of mother and daughter reunion, the slightly fat woman next to her gave a light sigh, then opened her eyes and laughed.

"Aunt Li."

When Tong Meng heard the words, he turned his head and glanced at the fat woman, her beautiful eyebrows wrinkled slightly, "Today I am reunited with my mother. If there is nothing important for Aunt Li, I will go back so that we mothers can Speak well."

Chu Chen next to him was slightly stunned. The little sister has always been kind to others, and no matter who she talks to, she looks polite, so why is she so rude at this time?

"Yes, yes, I will go back now."

Tong Meng's unceremonious tone did not irritate the fat woman at all. She looked up and down Tong Meng with an open eyebrow and smiled, and the wrinkles on her face were crowded into a ball with a smile.

When I walked to Chu Chen, looking at Chu Chen Yushu’s dignified appearance, the aunt Li smiled slightly: "Good-looking offspring, are you married? Do you want my aunt to introduce you to a girl? Famous lady, Xiaojiabiyu, she has everything ..."

"Auntie, please go."

Before the fat woman had finished speaking, Tong Meng's voice rose a few degrees in vain, and the impatience in her voice was already very obvious. Suddenly, the bluffing Aunt Li was taken aback, and could not help but hurriedly walked out.

Chu Chen discovered that the little junior sister was not generally disgusted with this fat woman, it seemed that she often took advantage of Mrs. Tong.

After practicing in the Biquan Immortal Sect for three years, she only came back once, so the little junior sister’s adoptive mother seemed extremely happy, and enthusiastically invited Chu Chen into the wing to sit down, then pulled out a pack of tea from the bottom of the box, and burned a new pot. Once the boiled water was soaked, he respectfully brought it to Chu Chen: "Santa, please use tea."

The people in the small town are far away from the world of monks, and there is no direct difference between monks and real gods. Therefore, in the hearts of simple old people, anyone who is a cultivator is a **** in the sky and must not be neglected.

"Auntie~www.wuxiaspot.com~ You really shame me!"

Chu Chen hurriedly got up and took the teacup that was missing a hole. The cup was rough, but the tea smelled attractive.

"Sit down for a while, and I'll cook for you." Madam Tong walked to the kitchen as she said. Next to her, Tong Meng saw her bouncing around to help her.

When the elder of Biquan Xianzong brought Tong Meng to the mountain, he saw that Mrs. Tong was living alone in poverty, moved compassion, and left some silver to help her life.

Relying on the Fukuze of the Outer Door Elder, the boy husband bought this house from a person who was about to move, and finally had a shelter from the wind and rain.

Therefore, when Chu Chen was bored, he looked around and found that this house is a typical farmyard.

There are two wing rooms, one is a hall and the other is a bedroom; a small courtyard, a kitchen, and two side rooms beside it, one is a wood room, which is left as a pile of sundries. The other side house is reserved for feeding some chickens, ducks and pigs, which looks extremely simple. The little junior girl looks delicate and weak, delicate and lovely, with a fairy spirit, but she is not at all ambiguous when she gets to work.