Chapter 820 At Home, the Spirit Has to Be Tempered Again

Lin Xueran rushed into a small house in the courtyard with his son. The furnishings in the small house were also very simple. The most striking thing was a futon with a string of beads beside it. There was sandalwood incense on the hearth. Without thinking about it, it was Lin Xueran who prayed for his son.

"Is this the futon where my mother kneels and prays for me for three years?" Chu Nan said, kneeling down, picked up the beads beside him, rubbed them, and said something. Lin Xueran quickly picked up his son and said, "Naner, have you eaten well in the past three years? Are you wearing warm clothes? Does your body still ache a lot?"

"Mother, don't worry. If the child doesn't eat well and doesn't wear warm clothes, can he grow so strong?" Chu Nan suppressed his thoughts and tried to smile. "As for the pain, I've beaten it."

Lin Xueran smiled and said, "Where have you been for the past three years?"

Chu Nan roughly explained the three years' experience. As for the extremely dangerous and life-and-death scenes, Chu Nan did not even mention it. Of course, Lin Xueran knew that his son reported good news without bad news. Just as he was about to ask further questions, Chu Nan said, "Mother, I learned a lot outside. I'll show you."

Without giving Lin Xueran a chance to think, he ran out of the house with Lin Xueran and asked excitedly, "Mother, what do you want to see?"

"Whatever Naner does, mother watches."

Chu Nan knew that his mother would answer like this, and knew that even if he asked her how she was doing, she would say yes, even if the spark was so small, and the hearts of all the parents in the world.

Of course, Chu Nan would not perform so simply. He wanted to see his mother in surprise. Closing his eyes, Chu Nan remembered, thought of making the flowers and plants in this secluded courtyard grow more and more luxurious and likable, thought of using dazzling martial arts, thought of turning into a dragon, thought of turning Siji into a Five Elements...

After thinking a lot, a lot, a lot, a lot of denial, Chu Nan's mind was left with only one image. It was a simple but spacious house. There was a big pine tree in the yard. There were some chickens cackling below. There was an iron shop next to it. There was the sound of "Dangdangdangdang." There were sparks, wisps of smoke...

This picture is called home!

His eyes were still tightly closed. Chu Nan raised his hands. The majestic replenishing came out, but it did not show any power or even a bit of pressure. They were all controlled by Chu Nan, like a stream flowing.

For Lin Xueran's sake!

In that part of the courtyard, it was already covered in light yellow, the soil on the ground began to wriggle, and then like a drunken man, he staggered up from the ground, and this stop, he stood up as a wall...

Lin Xueran's mouth was wide open and his eyes were filled with surprise.

Then, wood green, gold, fire red, water blue and so on flashed one after another. Then, there were trees, fences, irons, wooden windows, tables, ditches, chickens that were about to run...

With Chu Nan's current strength, it was quite simple to use his strength to transform these doors, windows, trees, ironware, etc., but Chu Nan did not simply transform these objects, but instead, he transformed the texture of the doors and windows, or what uneven piece of ground was on the ground, or how tall the big pine was, or even the occasional scattered grains of rice on the dining table, or the flickering flame shape of the oil lamp, etc.

As long as it was what Chu Nan could think of and remember, Chu Nan showed it all. It took a lot of Chu Nan's energy and mind, but Chu Nan was not tired at all. Fortunately, there were enough replenishing in his body.

In fact, these are not the most difficult and important!

There are trees and houses, but without the atmosphere of "Home" and the smell of "Home," how could they be called home?

Therefore, all of Chu Nan's feelings and thoughts were imbued with the artistic conception of "Home." Every brick, every tile, every leaf, even a spark from the impact of an iron weapon contained the taste of "Home."

Lin Xueran looked straight at it, and that emotion was mixed into Chu Nan's performance. Scenes from the past, scenes appeared before him...

An hour had passed, and Chu Nan finally stopped. The family in Bai family village, the family of three, stood in the courtyard as if they were alive...

Lin Xueran burst into tears and sped up like a river.

Chu Nan did not open his eyes. At this moment, he had a feeling, a feeling when watching fairy butterfly dance "Nishang Dance." This feeling, it is a sign that Chu Nan's spirit has been tempered again!

This time, however, the spiritual training was a little different.

During the previous two spiritual trials, Chu Nan felt his spirit bathed in a clear spring, but this time, Chu Nan felt that his spirit was like a mountain that stretched the sky, surrounded by clouds and mist, and in the cloud washing, the mountain was still growing, getting higher and higher, trying to break through the sky.

Chu Nan did not think about why the reappearance of the "Home" would make his spirit so refined, because he was completely immersed in the refinement, heaven and earth seemed to not exist, only the mountains, the clouds...

Outside the shenwu residence, Ms. Xuanyang, with Gongsun Qing, Martial Emperor Wei, housekeeper qu, and Chuao and a large group of people, came outside the gate. When the guard at the door saw Ms. Xuanyang, he recognized him at first sight, but he was not afraid. Instead, he shouted, "Outside the shenwu residence, stop the noise. You should leave quickly." This guard dared to drink so loudly, of course, because he borrowed the prestige of the shenwu residence.

"Bold, little bodyguard, and dare to scold my wife..." Ms. Xuanyang was furious. Before she could finish her sentence, Gongsun Qing had already waved his hand and asked the two of his men to push Chuao out of the crowd.

When the guards saw Chuao, they reflexively called out "Childe." Then, they came back to their senses and looked puzzled. "Didn't Childe go in an hour ago? Why is there another Childe?"

One of the guards shouted, "Who the hell are you? What's the point of pretending to be our Childe?"

"How dare you, ma shun? I am your Childe. How can you dress up?" Chuao was getting a lot of money, but ma shunlai was stunned and asked, "But, we Childe, have already entered!"