"My eldest brother's child."

Ding Xie was surprised, then took out a spiritual stone and threw it to Ding Shanwu: "Take it to play with."

"Uncle, can I help you report it?"

"No need, you just guard the mountain. I still recognize my family."

Ding Xie didn't make any fuss and walked past Ding Shanwu towards his home.

The appearance of the Foundation Establishment monk in the family certainly caused quite a stir, not to mention that he was still a new face. The matter was quickly reported to the ears of the senior officials of the Ding family through the younger generation.

Tu Shanjun has already returned to Soul Banner. Fortunately, Ding Xie returns home. He doesn't seem like a good person, so there is no need to follow him.

Moreover, when you appear outside, you have to talk to people and socialize. Tushanjun doesn't have that much to think about, so he might as well return to Hunban and continue studying his unfinished alchemy method.

Searching for the door of his house according to his memory, Ding Xie stretched out his hand but did not push it away.

He stood still for a while before walking into the door.

There was a large locust tree in the courtyard. When he was a child, he used to go up there and pick out bird eggs, and was beaten frequently for doing so.

It’s a high mountain and a long way to go to become a disciple, and it’s been twenty or thirty years since we were apart.

When I come back again, the locust tree remains the same.

Looking at the big tree in front of him, he suddenly remembered the locust flower cake made by his mother.

There was an old woman sitting in the courtyard, soaking the spiritual talisman paper. She cut the large talisman paper with a jade knife and divided it into piles.

Ding Xie looked at the old man and didn't dare to recognize him.

Because his mother was a monk, she was not like this when he left. Why did his parents already grow old after just so many years?

"Mother." Ding Xie shouted.

The woman who was cutting the talisman paper looked up, her face full of surprise and expectation, her eyes moist: "Three Treasures?"

"Is it you Sambo?"

"it's me."

"Mom, I'm back." Ding Xie nodded.

"Come on, come in quickly. Your father hasn't come back yet. He will be very happy to see you back."

"Mom, is there something wrong with your body?"

Ding Xie did not move, but used his magic power to feel his pulse.

As soon as he got started, his expression turned gloomy. Not only had his mother's cultivation not improved, but it had actually regressed over the years.

The source is deficient, and the most important organs are aging quickly.

Either he has encountered a life-and-death crisis and over-squeezed his vitality, or his practice has gone too far, or he has been eroded by evil spirits.

It's not normal aging anyway.

If this trend continues, his mother will die of physical failure in less than ten years.

"how so!"
Chapter completed!