Jiufeng asked: "Seventh Uncle, you just came back today, tell me, what happened to the group of dog thieves in the Tianhuo Gang after Chuan Yunxuan's Qin Xiaogong?" I passed by there yesterday, and I was in a hurry, so I didn't have time to take a closer look. ”

The person who heard them talking next to Hate Wind was Ah Sheng. She actually wanted to know what was going on, but she was worried that if she asked, her heart would be revealed, so she had to listen to it on the side, secretly hoping to say more about Ah Sheng.

"He's such a grumpy man. It is said that he was kidnapped by the Tianhuo Gang before, and before the Qin family could redeem him, this kid escaped by himself, and went home to call the Qin family's nursing home. At sunset, Chen Hetai, the leader of the Tianhuo Gang, was beheaded at the corner of the street. It's really exciting. ”

After hearing this, Jiufeng sighed: "The Qin family is not good at force, but it is really not easy to run such a big plate as Chuan Yunxuan. ”

The seventh uncle nodded, drank a glass of wine, and asked Hate Feng: "What are your plans for the future?"

"Practice martial arts, take revenge. She replied decisively, because there were only two things in her mind.

The seventh uncle paused and didn't speak, Jiufeng filled his wine, and said bitterly to the hated wind: "You have to live well, if you have any three long and two short, our money will have to be returned, and we will die." ”

Her heart was bitter, and when she saw the wine in front of her, she took it in her hand and drank it up, letting the hot wine flow into her throat.

Jiufeng looked at her from the side and smiled: "That's right, if you feel uncomfortable, you have to vent, if you want to vent, you have to drink, or you always hold it in your heart, and you will get sick sooner or later when you are young." As he spoke, he filled her with another glass.

Uncle Seven said: "It's a blessing to be alive, hatred will only torment you all the time, I hope you can understand." ”

Shi Mingxuan said: "Seventh uncle, the hatred in this world, hatred, it is difficult to let go of it in one or two days. If everybody lets go of their hatred, then what can punish these wicked people in the end?"

Uncle Seven sighed: "It's that I think it's too simple, it's true that not everyone can let go of hatred." ”

Hate Feng didn't answer, was silent, and drank another bowl of wine, not like a daughter's house.

Jiufeng hurriedly alleviated this strange embarrassment: "Seventh Uncle, are you going to go on a mission again the day after tomorrow?" Look at your old man, you are still so busy when you are old. ”

The seventh uncle said: "I have to set off tomorrow night, there is no way, there are not many Xuanxi guards in the door now, and there are few who can take this task, if I don't go, no one will go." ”

"It's a pity that I'm not capable enough, I'm just a water breath protector, hey, or I can help you share the burden more. ”

Uncle Seven shook his head: "Forget it, drink your wine well, every time you come back, I will wait for your wine." ”

One cup after another, Jiufeng's head gradually drooped on the lid of the kettle, holding the jug with both hands, his face was red, he burped, and muttered: "Why don't we get here today?" As he spoke, he fell asleep on the stone table.

Hate Feng was not drunk, but he felt that he hadn't drunk enough, and Jiufeng fell. Uncle Seven smiled on the side: "The girl who hates the wind is really good drinking, I think it's all here today, Jiufeng is drunk, I should help him go back." ”

Looking at Jiufeng's appearance, Xu couldn't get up, so she nodded: "It's hard work Uncle Seven." ”

The seventh uncle carried Jiufeng on his shoulders and said to Ha Feng and Shi Mingxuan: "If you have a chance in the future, you will have a drink with the general envoy and the girl." With that, he left the stone pavilion with Jiufeng.

Hateful Wind beckoned to them, and sat down on the edge of the pavilion, her feet hanging from the edge of the cliff, her hands outstretched, and let the wind howl and beat her body and long hair.

At this moment, if she is not careful, she will fall into the abyss, and her bones will be gone.

But she just thought to herself, what is there to fear when she dies? I only wish that I would have no regrets in this life, and I would have no regrets.

When Shi Mingxuan saw her like this, he didn't speak, because he knew that her heart was carrying unimaginable pain and depression in her heart at the moment, and too much persuasion and comfort was just in vain. He poured himself a glass of wine and drank it down.

"See you tomorrow in the mountains. Shi Mingxuan got up and said goodbye to the hateful wind.

Hate Feng hung her head, and sat on the edge of the cliff with a wine jug in her arms for a long time, and the past flashed in her mind like smoke. The sternness of the father, the smile of the mother, and the old locust tree at home.

When I was a child, I was able to go home and live for three days after practicing in the Heavenly Thunder Sect for a month, and my mother would calculate the good days and cook her favorite red bean cup in advance.

She would sit with her brother under the old locust tree, playing and drinking red bean cups.

Now, the family is separated.

When he looked up, the hatred wind was already in tears. She stood up, yelled at the cliff, wiped away her tears, and walked back to her lodgings as if nothing had happened.

In the distance, she saw a white thing shrunk at the door of the Nanfeng Courtyard, and shook it, it seemed to be a living thing, and she thought that she had drunk too much, so she patted her head, and looked carefully, and found that the white thing was still there.

Suddenly, the white mass stretched out its black head, and she saw that it was a person curled up and crouched in her doorway.

When she walked over, she found that it was Zuo Xiaoyue, who was peeking at the door in the morning, squatting in front of her yard. There was a bruise on the left side of her face, and the tears on her face had not dried up, as if she had been crying for a long time.

Hate Wind immediately asked, "Who did it?"

As soon as Zuo Xiaoyue saw someone coming, she cried out with a wow: "They said that I was a fatherless species, that they would beat me away, and that I was not worthy of learning martial arts here." ”

"Did you come here to learn martial arts and pay for it?" asked Ha Feng.

When the little girl heard this, she stopped crying and thought about it carefully: "Yes, my mother paid a total of five hundred taels of silver." ”

"That's right! You paid the money to learn, only the Jackdaw Gate can decide who goes and who stays, and those little rabbit cubs who say they won't let you learn martial arts here, don't pay attention to them. ”

When Zuo Xiaoyue heard this, she cried again: "However, five days later, we will have a preliminary training competition, Sheng Ziwen said that he would beat me away, and he said that I was not worthy of learning martial arts with him." He found someone to beat me today, saying that if I dared to win against him in five days, he would find someone to beat me every day. ”

Hate Feng squatted down in front of her: "The reason why he did this is because he has no ability, and he is afraid that he will lose to a girl's family, so he uses this kind of subordinate means." In five days, if you play well, you will definitely be able to defeat him," he said, wiping away tears from her face, "Do you remember all the people who beat you today?"

Zuo Xiaoyue nodded.

"From tomorrow, after you finish training, come here to me, and I will teach you how to beat them." ”

"Really?" her eyes shone like stars.

"Really. ”

Zuo Xiaoyue hugged the hated wind: "Sister Heroine, thank you!"

Hate Feng rubbed her head and muttered, "Don't call me a heroine." ”

The next day, Hate Wind got up early in the morning and found the training ground in the back mountain along the road. It's a secluded clearing in the middle of the bushes, inaccessible to insects and birds, and only the whirring of the wind rises and falls.

She arrived early, and Shi Mingxuan hadn't come yet, so she sat on the stone next to the training ground, waiting for someone to come.

didn't wait long, Shi Mingxuan came, with a half-hundred-hundred-year-old man beside him.

This old man was wearing a gray shirt and gray shoes, his long hair was simply tied up, and his lean and straight figure revealed the indifference after fading from prosperity. His steps were so quiet that he could barely feel his breath, and Hated Wind knew that only the supreme spirit master could do that.

Hate Feng has seen many people, the murderous thunder fire, the fierce traders, the innocent Ah Sheng, the ambitious Shi Mingxuan, their eyes have a desire or desire, they are all ordinary people.

And the eyes of the old man in front of him are different from them, his eyes are like a lake of water, as if he can contain all things, and can also make all illusions appear as prototypes.

She began to wonder who the person in front of her was.