Unexpectedly, the combination of the Cold Ice Tree and the Ice Elder to cover the stars will cause a great turmoil in the continent's most peak combat power, but it is also understandable that no one is afraid of the strong people who have been powerful in all directions thousands of years ago, let alone today, a thousand years later?

In the Northern Regions, an old Ou with a wrinkled face, looked up into the distance, it was the reverse of the Southern Regions, and he held a token tightly in his hand, and the strange thing was that the token was only half, exuding a cold atmosphere.

"You're still alive, maybe, we can meet again!" the old woman muttered to herself, her shriveled hands rubbing the patriarch's token back and forth.

"Someone is coming" Suddenly the old woman spoke, "Here, what does the ancestor command?" A strong man in black immediately appeared.

"Pass the order, convene a clan meeting, and elect a new patriarch of the family. The old woman said categorically.

"This, obey the order" The strong man in black was obviously stunned, but he still executed it immediately.

"Ice, ice," the old woman said to herself as she looked at Zhongyu with bright eyes......

In the Southern Regions, the Ice Tribe, the clansmen who had been tired all day had already fallen asleep, and only a black shadow quietly touched into the patriarch's house, not taking away a single snowflake.

The cold shiver who had just covered Han Ling'er and Xiao Han with a quilt seemed to notice something, but he felt the breath of the comer, and showed a smile: "This stinky boy!" and then led someone to patrol.

Bow Rin, who was still studying the eagle's beak arrow, suddenly retracted his breath, then frowned, and then continued to feel it, ignoring it.

It turned out that it was Hanping who entered the old patriarch's house.

"Squeak"

The sound of pushing the door sounded, Han Ping pushed open the door of the old patriarch's study, and when he looked around, the inside was still the same, a stone table, a wooden bookshelf, wrapped in animal skins on the outside, spotless.

It seems that Ling'er comes over often, Han Ping thought to himself.

There is only one book on the shelf, the book cover is made of animal skin, the pages have been yellowed, the old font is still clear and legible after years of polishing, Han Ping sits on a stone chair and lights the animal oil lamp.

The lights became weak and strong, and then the whole study was brightly lit, looking at the beating flames, Han Ping was thoughtful.

He took the ancient and mysterious books, ninety-eight pages in all, the first thirty pages were empty, and from page thirty-one onwards there was writing.

The 31st Patriarch of the Ice Tribe, Han Guang, left a ...... , page 32: The thirty-second patriarch of the Ice Tribe, Han Liu......

"Hey, what's going on?" Hanping suddenly thought of something, and continued to look down, he finally figured it out.

It turns out that this is the patriarch of the past dynasties who explained his life deeds and suggested the genealogy of the patriarch to later generations, and it seems that the first thirty pages are the patriarchs of a thousand years ago.

"Hehe, I've been deceived by your old man for sixteen years, haha!" Han Ping smiled helplessly in his heart.

I remember when I was a child, the patriarch liked to take the book and turn the pages to tell stories to a little girl and a little boy, one day Snow White, tomorrow the old witch, the day after tomorrow the ugly duckling......

The little girl is Han Ling'er, and the little boy is himself, thinking of this, his eyes unconsciously turned red.

"The wind is so strong. ”

He hurriedly wiped away the tears, got up and walked to a corner, he gently moved a wooden board, and there was indeed a wine gourd in it, he picked it up, and in a flash, the sound of wine came.

"This old man is really, he doesn't have a long memory, and he still puts the wine here, and he doesn't know how to change a slate, hehe. He remembered that he had said this every time he had stolen wine from Hanhu and Hanniu before.

"Old man, you really have good intentions!" Hanping grunted and poured a large sip of wine into himself, and for a moment the study was filled with the smell of wine.

I have a pot of wine, enough to comfort the dust!

It turned out that the patriarch was afraid that they would not have any wine to drink, so he deliberately used a wooden plank, and they would not be disappointed every time they came over, and they could drink a little to warm their bodies, thinking of this, he once again wet his eyes with tears.

A strong man of the martial arts double heaven would not know how many little children are coming?

He took another sip of his wine, feeling almost done, and returned to the stone table again.

"Whew~"

With a sip of wine, Hanping turned the book directly to the last page, he knew that there was what he needed.

Han Chengye, the ninety-eighth patriarch of the Cold Ice Tribe, left a message:

Everyone, my Han Chengye is a sinner, I went against the sky and embarked on a different path, but I don't regret it, the Ice Tribe, if you don't enter, you will die, I don't want the Ice Tribe to be finished, so I'd rather be a sinner.

Han Ping trembled his hands, at this moment he seemed to understand why Bing Lao and Han Bing Tree were covering the stars with one hand, it turned out to be ......

I am innocent, fair and fair, I am worthy of my ancestors, worthy of my descendants, the only thing I am sorry for is myself, but I do not regret it, for the sake of the tribe, I am willing to pay everything, even if it is the price of my life.

"Woo~" Seeing this, Hanping choked up, picked up the wine on the table and took a sip, the liquor entered his throat, and he became much clearer in an instant.

Hahaha, I know, Hanping, you kid is watching it now, hehe, I treat you like a grandson, no different from Ling'er, do you recognize it.

"Patriarch Grandpa, I recognize, I am your own grandson, woo woo~" Han Ping couldn't hold it back anymore and cried loudly.

The study room was a little more depressed out of thin air.

Outside the patriarch's courtyard, Hanhu was leading people by, and when he heard the cry, he sighed and took people away.

Then, a woman dressed in white appeared, she slowly approached, and then walked into the courtyard without a trace of snowflakes.

Hanhei then looked down.

Boy, do you know why? Lao Tzu tells you, because I have recognized you as a grandson since I was a child, you don't have to let down my family Ling'er, otherwise I won't let you go, old man.

Han Ping laughed and cried directly, as if he saw the old patriarch blowing his beard and staring, and there was sunshine in his heart for a moment.

He continued to look down, sometimes crying, sometimes laughing, sometimes crazy, sometimes low, until he had drunk the wine in the pot and read the words in the book, and then fell asleep.

The animal oil lamp in the room was still dancing charmingly.

"Squeak"

A gentle push on the door sounded, and a girl walked over with broken steps, looking at the sleeping Hanping with a bright smile.

She casually picked up the animal skin coat hanging on the stone wall, which her grandfather had always wore, carefully covered Hanping, and then looked at the sleeping Hanping, her eyes were full of tenderness.

Then she blew out the animal oil lamp, gently closed the stone door, and walked away with broken steps, and the young man in the room pinched the animal skin coat, and refused to let go.

There was a smile on the inside of his mouth.

Which teenager is not romantic, which girl is not pregnant!

The two childhood sweethearts have experienced so many ups and downs, and they already have each other in their hearts.

The purest love, the most beautiful encounter, the longest stay, the longest confession......