"Hey, the good daughter has come back to her soul, and everyone has run away" Han Bing stretched out his hand and shook it in front of Han Sha's eyes, and said with a 'resentful' face.

The line of sight was blocked, and Han Sha patted the arm in front of him with disgust, "I hate it, grandpa, you see that your father is making fun of me again"

Han Wuyi couldn't help but say that he knocked a chestnut on Han Bing's head, and Han Bing exclaimed bitterly, "Ouch, Dad, can you do it lightly, I'm also a wounded person."

"Phew! You deserve it, you could have intercepted that dagger, but you just hit it with your ass."

Han Bing deliberately put on a posture of being a master outside the world, "Hehe, Dad, you don't understand, you don't know about those bastards of the Wang family." The reason why I did this is not to take advantage of more reason, we can keep the dagger when those bastards of the Wang family come to find fault in the future, and I am also thinking about Jue'er. Don't worry, I don't hurt at all now. Father, you see, there are so many snow horses, one, two, three...... Ten, eleven, twelve, send six horses to Pan Mansion later, and the rest will be ours, haha, get rich, get rich! ”

After that, Han Bing jumped on the horse's back in a dashing manner, and then his expression instantly stiffened, "Whew... Hey... It doesn't hurt... It doesn't hurt, I'll bear it! ”

Han Wuyu was speechless for a while in the face of such a living son, shook his head, took his granddaughter's hand, and turned to leave.

"Hey, father, good daughter wait for me—"

The sky dispelled the willfulness of the wind and snow, and the sunshine, which had been lazy, was finally unwilling to be lonely, less noisy, calm down, and the snow-covered ice and snow city was so beautiful. Lanterns are hung high in every house, and the strong smell of the New Year in red paper and black characters fills every street and alley.

At this moment a young man trotted at the entrance of the alley, holding a fiery red dagger in his hand and swinging it forward, his red face full of contentment with the soft whistling of the blade rubbing against the air.

The young man is Pan Jue, he is still young, he always has some playful nature, and Pan Jue has traveled from the trunk of a tree to a boulder to an iron tuo...... Tested one by one, and all the materials were split in two by the Red Moon Dagger, and such a sharp blade made Pan absolutely love it.

"I'm so happy, this dagger is really easy to use, it's much more convenient to do anything with it, go home" Pan Jue carefully put the Red Moon Dagger back into his arms, and then quickly disappeared at the end of the alley.

Unconsciously, Pan's Mansion was already in sight, and there was no family around from a distance, only an old tree with interlaced branches rooted next to the door of Pan's Mansion, and a sense of loneliness arose; Walk to the nearest pair of dilapidated stone lions standing in front of a vermilion gate with paint off, the door knocker dyed with a little patina is quietly hanging on the door, two stone pillars with uneven surfaces support the beams under the roof of the house, the plaque inlaid with two golden characters of "Pan Mansion" is slightly cracked, and the blue brick wall next to the eaves is mottled but still protects everything in the Pan Mansion!

Pan Jue was familiar with the road, he did not take the main gate, but came to a corner, looked left and right, and after making sure that there was no one, he quickly climbed the wall and jumped on, and fell lightly on his toes, and the whole set of movements was done in one go without making a sound.

"Childe!"

However, just as Pan Jue was about to return to the room, a call came from behind him.

This sound made Pan Jue startled, and he glanced back weakly, and it turned out to be an old man with white hair.

Pan Jue complained in a low voice, "Grandpa Gu, you scared me to death"

"Hehe, don't blame Childe, just when the head of the family ordered me to call Childe to go, I went to the room to look for you, but you weren't there, I thought that Childe might have sneaked out again, so I waited here."

"What? Father is looking for me, where is Grandpa Gu now? ”

"The head of the house is in the mourning hall"

"Grandpa Gu, how long have you been waiting?"

"Back to Gongzi, there is nearly half an hour"

"I'll go, it's over, the ass is going to bloom again, Grandpa Gu, I'll withdraw first, goodbye!" After speaking, Pan ignored the old man and ran towards the mourning hall in a hurry.

"Hehe, this kid...... Hey, to be honest, the head of the family is indeed too strict with him" The voice continued, but the white-haired old man disappeared in an instant......

The mourning hall of Panfu is set up in an independent courtyard in the west of the house, the courtyard is clean and tidy, two earthen flats surrounded by stone bricks are each planted with a green pine, and a pot of ice chrysanthemums on the periphery of the earthen flat is arranged in an orderly manner.

At present, the door of the mourning hall is open, and the first thing that catches your eye through the door is a white banner cloth, and the left and right sides of the banner cloth are a pair of elegiac couplets.

The lower corner of the couplet is a spiritual platform with a ladder, and the spiritual tablets of the ancestors of the Pan family are placed from top to bottom according to the seniority.

On the opposite side of the altar is a mahogany offering table, in the center of which are incense burners and various offerings, on either side are long-lasting lamps, and below are two futons. The two sides of the mourning hall are full of sacrificial flags, which is the best proof of the great achievements of the martyrs of the Pan family.

At this moment, there is a majestic man standing in the mourning hall, the knife-like edges and corners and the resolute face are perfectly integrated, the frost-dyed temples are slightly vicissitudes, a pair of bright eyes seem to be able to see through people's hearts, and the whole exudes endless majesty, this man is Pan Yue, Pan Jue's father.

Rapid but rhythmic footsteps come from far and near. Pan Jue walked into the mourning hall, he did not speak, but respectfully walked to the offering table, took out three pillars of incense from above, and lit it; Then kneel on the futon and begin to worship the ancestors......

Pan Yue looked at his son expressionlessly, and only when Pan Jue stood up did he slowly speak, "Why did you come so late?" ”

Pan Jue stared at Pan Yue's tall body, not daring to deceive him, "I... I sneaked out to find Xiaosha to play, and asked my father to punish me. ”

Pan Yue shook his head and said, "Hey, there's no punishment either, Jue'er, let me ask you how old you are this year?" ”

"Father, I'm fourteen years old this year, and I'll be fifteen years old after the New Year," Pan Jue replied seriously.

"Yes, time flies, and in a blink of an eye, your mother has been gone for nearly fifteen years" Pan Yue's tone revealed endless pain and vicissitudes.

When Pan Jue heard this, his eyes couldn't help but look towards a tablet on the far right of the lowest row of the Lingtai, on which the words "Pan Yue's wife Yan Qingyao" were written.

Pan Yue continued, "Jue'er, I have been too strict with you over the years, and I have never really accompanied you, and it is inevitable that you will have some resentment in your heart. I admit that I am not a good father, but I would say that I love you no less than anyone who is a father. ”

"Father, the child understands!"

"You have also grown up, and in my mind you have always been a sensible child. I've been feeling like I've been getting worse and worse these months, and I'm running out of time to think about it, and your mother is so lonely down there that I'm going to spend time with her. ”

Pan said in a hurry: "Father... You'll be fine, I'm sure Uncle Han will heal your internal injuries! ”

"It's enough for you to have this heart, I know my own body. If I'm gone, you must practice diligently and learn to protect yourself. The last Hundred Cities Contest was a pain in my heart, the old city lord valued me so much, but I let him down. Ay... Hum! My manly husband Pan Jiaerlang has always only died in battle, and I will never allow myself to die in such a nest, only death in battle is my ultimate destination. ”

"Jue'er, you are now in the ambush realm of consummation, during this period, as long as you practice more "Qing Lian Zhang", it will be a matter of time before you reach the Great Perfection. However, to reach the Casting Realm, it is not something that can be achieved by just practicing, it is easy to say, but it is difficult to say that it is difficult. Unlike the Ambush Realm, the Casting Realm relies on the power of the Yuan Qi, while the Ambush Realm relies only on the power of the body. When you reach the Great Perfection of the Ambush Realm, you can feel the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi scattered around us, and what we have to do is to draw the Yuan Qi into the body and continuously temper ourselves. The so-called casting realm is to cast the body into a container, and the larger the container, the more the amount of heaven and earth vitality can be stored. Under normal circumstances, a person in the early stage of the Casting Realm can compete with two or three people in the Great Perfection of the Ambush Realm, and four is already the limit. Therefore, you have to maximize the development of every inch of your muscles and every organ, so that your body container has enough space, so that you can have an advantage in the duel with others. This is the central purpose of cultivating the Casting Realm, and you still need to understand the specific details yourself. ”

Pan Yue turned around, turned his back to Pan Jue, and said, "Okay, there's nothing to say about your late arrival today, go back to your room!" ”

"Daddy, your body ......"

Pan Yue shouted, "You don't have to worry about my affairs, step down!" ”

Pan stood desperately at his father's back for a long time, and he slowly withdrew from the mourning hall without saying a word.

Seeing Pan Jue disappear from his sight, Pan Yue's pretended to be stern and immediately relaxed, he muttered to himself, "Qingyao, if you are still here, Jue'er will not have to be so bitter" After speaking, he lowered his head gloomily.

"Head of ......"

"Gubo, you're here." Pan Yue turned his head and said.

The white-haired old man bowed slightly and said, "The head of the family doesn't have to be too sad, the son has always worked hard and is very filial, he can understand you." ”

"I know this, Gu Bo, your name is the steward of the Pan Mansion, but in fact you are my elder. You also grew up watching Jue'er, and I hope you can teach him more after I leave," Pan Yue said sincerely.

"Please rest assured, I was able to survive until now thanks to the old lady's rescue. It is my duty to teach my son, and I will do my best! ”

Pan Yue smiled and said, "Uncle Gu, I won't say anything about thanks, and I will entrust it to you." ”

After that, Pan Yue solemnly bowed three times to the spirit cards of the ancestors of the Pan family, and then withdrew from the mourning hall with Gu Xin.