Fantasy: I Don’t Want To Practice!

"Xian'er?"

Ye Feng was a little caught off guard. He had never seen a girl cry before, so he panicked and didn't know how to comfort her.

"Uh, this, Xian'er, don't cry. Look, I wasn't beaten to death."

"Woo woo woo... You big fool, do you know how worried Xian'er was just now? Why were you so reckless!"

Ye Feng's heart softened, and a doting smile appeared on his face. He reached out and rubbed her little head.

It turned out that this girl cared about him so much. He suddenly felt the warmth of family affection.

Xian'er raised her head, tears hanging on her delicate face, her eyes were red from crying, and she pleaded to Ye Feng pitifully: "Brother! Promise me that you won't be so impulsive next time, okay?"

"Yes! I promise you! I will never be beaten to death in the future!"

Ye Feng looked serious and guaranteed Ye Xian'er.

"Puff~~~"

Ye Xian'er burst into tears and laughed while rubbing her eyes.

"You idiot brother, you're always so naughty!"

...

On the other side, the guards and Ye Mingyun behind were tortured by the scene of the deep brother-sister love.

The guards hugged each other, crying and crying.

"Wow... What a touching scene!"

"My girlish heart! Damn it! Who secretly touched my anus!"

"Why don't I have such a cute sister!"

Ye Mingyun: "..."

"Ahem!"

He coughed twice and walked over to interrupt the play between Ye Feng and Ye Xian'er.

Pretending to be serious, he said to Ye Feng.

"Feng'er, come with me to the training room."

Before Ye Feng opened his mouth to agree, Ye Xian'er suddenly jumped out, opened his hands, blocked Ye Feng, and confronted Ye Mingyun.

"Dad, what are you going to do to my brother!"

That hostile look, as if Ye Mingyun was going to do something bad to her brother.

Ye Mingyun: "..."

Boom! ! !

Ye Mingyun raised his knife and knocked the little girl on the head with a chestnut. .

"He is my son! What else can I do to him? Have you watched too many TV dramas? Go to Pill Refining!"

"Yes~~~"

Ye Xian'er held her head and responded weakly, tears in the corners of her eyes, and ran away in shame.

Before leaving, she looked back and did not forget to stick out her tongue at Ye Feng.

Ye Feng couldn't help laughing out loud. This devil sister is sometimes quite cute.

Ye Feng followed his father back to the Ye family mansion. The two of them were silent all the way, and the atmosphere was very silent. Only the slight footsteps slowly spread.

Finally, they came to a very tall building with three big characters "Practice Room" hanging on it, with dragons and phoenixes flying and dancing, quite impressive.

This is the private practice room of the Ye family, where family members and even guards can practice.

At this time, there were few people practicing in the practice room. There were only a few scattered people who greeted Ye Mingyun and Ye Feng respectfully when they saw them.

Ye Mingyun picked an empty room and the two walked in.

Ye Mingyun stood with his hands behind his back, facing away from Ye Feng, and spoke.

"Feng'er, I have heard about your performance in the college test a few days ago..."

Hearing this, Ye Feng's heart was shocked.

He tried to figure out what Ye Mingyun meant by saying this, and inferred it based on the various bloody plots he had read in novels in his previous life.

This Ye Mingyun must have first told him about the long and strong history of the family, and that it should not be ruined by his generation, and then praised him for his good performance a few days ago, and said that he was very talented, and finally made the final decision!

You are such a genius, it would be a pity if you don't practice!

Ye Feng frowned.

Damn it! The challenge is here!

How to stick to the bottom line and not practice at this time, how to be shameless, is a knowledge.

"Since our ancestors, the Ye family has a history of thousands of years, and every generation has produced many talents..."

As expected, Ye Mingyun raised his head, immersed in his own memories, with a moving voice and a melancholy tone.

At this time, Ye Feng interrupted him concisely, saying only four words.

"I don't practice."

"Uh!"

Ye Mingyun's eyes widened!

He turned his head and stared at Ye Feng, looking confused.

Damn!

How did this kid know what he was going to say? He interrupted his train of thought. Isn't this rejection too decisive?

After all, I am your father, so give me some face to finish this act!

Ye Mingyun realized his loss of composure, coughed twice, and regained his serious expression. His tone was stern, trying to show his majesty as a father.

"Why? Do you know that in this world where the strong prey on the weak, not practicing means being weak, and being weak means destruction!"

Hearing this, a layer of sorrow surged on Ye Feng's face, and he said in a cynical tone.

"Father! Do you know how violent this world is? Everyone only knows how to practice, but no one has ever thought that pursuing a higher realm is just for more killing. In fact, there are more beautiful poems and distant places besides practice and killing. Can you light a bright lamp in the dead of night, look at the starry sky outside the window, and think quietly about what we practice for? And what if the realm is improved?"

Speaking of this, Ye Feng paused and looked at Ye Mingyun sincerely.

Ye Mingyun's heart was in turmoil.

My son!

At such a young age, he actually had such profound thoughts and ideological awareness.

On the other hand, as a father, he was addicted to it. Indeed, this world is too cruel...

And he imposed such violent thoughts on his children. Is this choice correct?

Ye Mingyun fell into deep contemplation, his old eyes were filled with tears, and he was at a loss.

At this time, Ye Feng looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, his eyes were misty and long, like an old monk who had seen through the world.

"Now you understand, even though my realm is very low, what I pursue is what others can't even think of! Well, after saying so much, I just want to express one thing to you, which is also my true inner thoughts. There is only one reason why I don't want to practice, because practicing... is very fucking tiring!"