Dinner was brought to Feng Niannian by the housekeeper and told her the next day's action time.

The next day, Feng Niannian got up early and painted the most beautiful makeup in front of the dresser, without any jewelry, and the indisputability in his eyes was the best decoration.

Pack yourself up, sit in front of the cradle and look at the sleeping Feng Nianlin, the little face has not grown to be white and fat, I don't know if I will be more like my father or more like my mother when I grow up.

Feng Niannian put the letter written last night on his son's little swaddling clothes, grabbed his son's little hand and kissed it, then stood up and walked out of the door resolutely.

She walked fast and steadily.

There was some fear in her heart, but more of a determination to die. She was just a weak woman, but the person she loved was not, and he taught her to be brave and resolute.

The genius outside had just dawned, and the Maple Frost Pavilion was slowly waking up.

Feng Niannian sneaked out of the yard and went to the door to meet the housekeeper.

"It's too late for you to regret it now." Limber persuaded.

"Hurry up, hurry up, you'll be found out when it's late." Feng Niannian pulled Lin Bo out quickly.

The door of the sword-forging room had not yet opened, and two disciples of Ziyin Zhenren were guarding the door.

"Shizun asked her to prepare first." Lin Bo came to arrange things every day, and the two disciples recognized Lin Bo and let the two of them in.

"You just wait here, and if you see a man with glasses, a man in blue clothes and white hair, and a person in pink clothes, you don't know them anyway, so you can ......"

Limber couldn't go on.

"Otherwise, you better go back with me, Nian Lin has just been born."

"Father, since you are here, there is no reason to go back." Feng Niannian finally kowtowed to Lin Bo three times, "Nianlin will ask my father." ”

Limber sighed and retreated silently.

Waiting is tormenting, waiting to die is even more cruel.

Feng Niannian sat on the edge of the sword-casting pool, looking at the raging fire in the pool, and jumped down, did he lose consciousness all of a sudden, or did he want to experience the taste of being burned by the fire little by little?

Back then, Dugu's son was still so young, what was his mood when he stood in front of the fire?

A child who was only seven or eight years old was burned alive.

If it weren't for that child, it would be Lin Mufeng who was suffering in the flames.

Thinking that that the little child could be so brave, Feng Niannian was no longer afraid.

If I do not go into the sea of fire, who will go into the sea of fire?

If I don't go to hell, who will?

If you can do something for the peace of the people with your own body, this life is worth it.

When everyone appeared at the door of the sword-casting room, they saw Feng Niannian standing by the sword-casting pool with a quiet smile on his face.

Folding faces, Ziyin Zhenren and Master Xie Yi don't know Feng Niannian.

The moment the Feng brothers saw Feng Niannian, their hearts hurt.

It's just that before he could speak, Feng Niannian had already jumped into the sword casting pool.

At the moment of falling into the pool, Feng Niannian saw her husband, saw her father and mother, and they were smiling at her.

The Feng brothers threw themselves to the edge of the sword-forging pool, and the slender figure was already submerged in the flames.

The face of the gods, Ziyin Zhenren, Master Xie Yi knew that it was Feng Niannian, and the three of them quickly divided into a three-legged position and injected spiritual power into the sword casting pool.

The Feng family brothers stared blankly at the fire in the pool, looking at a long sword slowly emerging from the flames, and the grief in their hearts was indescribable.

In the Fengshuang Pavilion, Feng Nianlin suddenly woke up and cried nonstop.

Shi Ningyu ran into the room and found that Feng Niannian was not in the room, and the housekeeper hugged Feng Nianlin, who was crying hoarsely, and walked around the room to coax.

"What about Sister Nian?" Shi Ningyu took the child over and shook it gently.

"I'm going to forge a sword." The butler looked in the direction of the sword-casting room, which had probably been forged into a sword at this moment.

"Forge the sword, how did she know?" Shi Ningyu was so shocked that she almost dropped the child in her arms, and the housekeeper hurriedly protected it.

"No, I have to tell Changle." Shi Ningyu ran out in a panic, this time holding the child tightly.

The butler took the letter left by Feng Niannian and followed behind.

Shi Ningyu rushed into Feng Changle's room and knelt down with a thud, startling Feng Changle and Rose.

"Son Changle, I didn't like Sister Nian." Shi Ningyu said, tears falling down.

"Miss her?" Feng Changle didn't dare to ask, why didn't he hide it?

"She's gone to forge a sword." The housekeeper handed the letter to Feng Changle.

Feng Changle trembled his hands, opened the letter, and struggled to get out of bed after reading two sentences, but he didn't have any strength in his legs.

Qiang hurriedly pushed the wheelchair over, carried Feng Changle to the wheelchair, and pushed him to the sword-forging room.

Shi Ningyu hugged Feng Nianlin, one big and one small crying together.

"Miss Ning Yu, let's take Nian Lin to send him off to his mother."

The child cried like this, and I was afraid that he couldn't hold it anymore.

At this time, Ping An also brought Feng Qing over, watching the little brother crying out of breath, and coaxed in distress.

Shi Ningyu wiped away her tears, gave Feng Nianlin a tighter bag, and several people also rushed to the sword pool.

When a few people arrived, a long sword was suspended in the sky above the sword pool, emitting bursts of dazzling light.

Feng Nianlin stopped crying as soon as he entered the sword casting room, a pair of small black eyes looked straight at the sword, and his little hand stretched forward in the air, as if he wanted to grab the sword.

The three sword-casting masters put away their spiritual power, and Ziyin Zhenren moved the sword into his hand and held it to Feng Ziang.

Feng Ziang took the sword, and his heart was heavy.

It's a sword bought for a human life.

The disciples of Tianyun City took the scabbard, and Feng Ziang put the sword into the scabbard.

The sword was forged, but no one cheered or was surprised, they would rather not have the sword than watch their loved ones die.

Fourteen or twenty-four, no one wants to lose.

The group silently returned to the Maple Frost Pavilion.

Immortals don't care about mortal things, and they can come to forge swords, which is already out of bounds.

Ziyin Zhenren told his apprentice Feng Zhan to take care of Feng Nianlin, to practice medicine and cure diseases for the rest of his life, and to accumulate merit for Feng Niannian.

Feng Zhan seriously promised that he would live out the future of both of them.

The god of folding his face looked at Feng Changle, from him, the dead boy ignored him, obviously he had already ascended to the immortal, and he still refused to recognize him.

"You ......" on his face, God wanted to speak and stopped.

Feng Changle turned his head and ignored it, and slandered psychologically: What kind of broken immortals, I don't want to be a god.

Zhenyan shook his head and walked away with Ziyin Zhenren.

Master Xie Yi went to Tianqing Tower, entered Su Qingcheng's room from Tianqing Tower, and drank silently alone.

Shi Ningyu knelt down in front of the Feng brothers again.

"Fifth son, you can send me to the Silk Building."

Feng Xunyun was nested in a chair at the moment, and his heart ached faintly.

"It's not your fault, you get up." Feng Xunyun said.

"Everything is predestined, and you don't have to blame yourself." Feng Cangyue helped Shi Ningyu up.

"Peace, take good care of your little brother with Aunt Ning Yu." Feng Qing pushed Ping An to Shi Ningyu's side.

"Big brother, this is the letter left by Nian Mei." Feng Changle handed the letter to Feng Ziang, "Rose, Ning Yu, let's go back first." ”

Rose and Shi Ningyu left with a sick number and two dolls.

The other brothers of the Kaede family began to discuss their next steps.

At the same time, a certain valley.

Lin Mufeng and Annan Xianwang are trimming the broken rattans one by one.

It took 20 years for King Annan to save enough rattan to climb to the top of the cliff, and on that day, King Annan asked the prince to explore the road first, who would have expected that the prince climbed half of it, and smashed a person on it, impartially, and just smashed on the prince.

Fortunately, the prince has the true biography of the idle king, and his kung fu is still good, and he stabilized his body in mid-air, so he was not injured.

It's just that the rattan is completely destroyed and broken, and if you want to pick it up again, the length is greatly shortened, and the second is not so strong.

Moreover, the person who fell was seriously injured, fell again at the bottom of the cliff, and fainted for several months.

finally looked forward to escaping from the deep cliff, and was stirred by Lin Mufeng, I don't know how many years I have to wait.

Lin Mufeng knew that he had made a big mistake, he was not like words, and he did whatever the idle king told him to do.

What's more, if there were no three idle kings, they fell off the cliff and fell into a coma for so long, even if they were not eaten by the beasts in the mountains, they would starve to death.

When the rattan was straightened, Lin Mufeng was extremely serious.

The two of them were busy arranging the rattans, and the sword beside Lin Mufeng suddenly glowed with red light, first a little bit inconspicuous, and then the red light became brighter and brighter.

The blade of the sword shook and whined.