In the middle of the night, Sanqi's family prepared a sumptuous feast for the three of them, including the lamb scorpion that Hanfeng likes to eat, the roasted lamb leg with cumin pepper that Sanqi likes, and the mutton noodle and fish soup that Sanyi likes.

The three of them, gathered around the round table, feasted.

Sanqi's mother, Aunt Zhao, sat on the edge of the stove next to her, on which a casserole full of casserole mutton with skin was stewed, holding a pair of long chopsticks in her hand, turning around from time to time.

"You came back so late, his father and I were worried about death, and thought that something had happened to you guys, and if you didn't come back to the village, we would mobilize the whole village to find you. Aunt Zhao breathed a sigh of relief, and the fire shone on her somewhat gray bun.

Han Feng raised his head embarrassedly and explained, "I'm sorry, Aunt Zhao, it's me who is in some trouble and is trapped far away from home. Sanqi and Thirty-one, in order to wait for me, came back so late. ”

"Brother, look at how much mutton you have eaten, if you continue to eat like this, what will you be fat?" Thirty-one looked at a small bowl of noodle fish noodle soup, glanced at Sanqi, and whispered softly: "Mom, you don't care about him, if my brother keeps being so fat, will he still be able to find his sister-in-law in the future?"

Sanqi was not happy at that time, brushed a handful of mutton residues from the corners of his mouth, his eyes were round, and he shouted: "You little girl, don't I eat two more pieces of mutton, can I eat so much if I am not hungry, and I can't find my daughter-in-law, can you manage it?"

"How can you talk to your sister, you brother should only hum at your sister. Aunt Zhao was a little unhappy, moved a stool, and sat behind Thirty-One.

Sanqi still didn't give up: "Mom, it's not that I'm not good to my little sister, you don't see it, I can see it a long time ago, every time the cold wind comes to our house, she will deliberately find my stubble, not once or twice." The last time I disliked my procrastination, and the last time I didn't have ambition, I was embarrassed to say ......"

"I'll just talk about you, just talk about you, if you're as good as Brother Hanfeng, will I say you?"

This family is really lively, the cold wind sits on the side, I don't know whether to say something, think about it or don't say anything, Sanqi and Thirty-one He can't afford to offend.

Aunt Zhao suddenly laughed, her eyes turned to his side, and said: "Hanfeng, what are you going to do in the future, we all know that you have no relatives here in Fanjing Mountain, you see, you and Sanqi are the same year, they are both twelve years old this year, and they will be fourteen years old in two years." There are rules in the Hollow Valley Dojo, and when a boy reaches the age of fourteen, he can make a marriage. ”

The sheep scorpion, which was halfway eaten by the cold wind, stopped at his mouth, glanced at Sanqi on the side, and was speechless for a while.

"Mom, are you thinking about finding a family affair for Hanfeng, this is a good thing. Sanqi came to the spirit and took a beautiful bite of cumin mutton.

"Mom, whose girl is so blessed to marry Brother Hanfeng?" Thirty-One grinned.

Aunt Zhao straightened up, cleared her throat, and asked softly: "Hanfeng, you and Auntie said, do you have a girl in your match, Auntie came to propose to you, don't be embarrassed......"

"Mom, look at your positivity, why don't you worry about me, Thirty-one has said it, she can't find her sister-in-law soon. ”

Hanfeng smiled softly: "Auntie, I have received your wishes, let's help Brother Sanqi first, let's take a look." Besides, I've been living on the edge of Tianjing Lake for the past few years, and usually, except for Sanqi and Thirty-one, I can't contact outsiders. ”

If it weren't for the appearance of Miss Lan Xi, he really had a plan to live in the Empty Valley Dojo for the rest of his life and spend his life under this Fanjing Mountain. It's safe, quiet and quiet, and there's nothing wrong with it, but he's unwilling. The cold wind that was once ambitious has quietly returned.

Aunt Zhao stroked Thirty-One's little head lightly and said, "I have passed half of my life, and the most gratifying thing for me is that I have a son and a daughter under my knees, Seventh Son and Thirty-One." Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, thirty-one will turn eight years old. Sanqi will inherit his father's dozens of acres of thin fields and those domestic animals in the future, and his life will be barely passable. Speaking from the heart, I am most worried about Thirty-One, and I hope that she will find a good family in the future and live a happy life. ”

Shadow and shadow appointment, this is the word in the word.

Sanqi suddenly stopped eating, widened his eyes, and said excitedly: "Mom, do you want to marry Hanfeng in the future, although I am a little stupid, I can still understand what I meant just now." ”

"What, marry Hanfeng after thirty-one, do you have any opinions?"

"Of course there is no opinion, I am the first to agree, except for Brother Hanfeng, who can control this little girl who is a goblin. Sanqi laughed.

"What about the cold wind, what do you think of my arrangement?" Aunt Zhao's eyes were full of her mother's peace, and she said: "Look, you and Sanqi are best friends, and our family doesn't treat you as an outsider, Thirty-one has always admired you, and sometimes, she treats you better than her own brother......"

He was a little hesitant and couldn't take it easy.

Sanqi patted Han Feng's shoulder, thoughtfully, and replied instead of him: "Mom, don't ask, I know Brother Hanfeng's thoughts best, he is a person who knows how to repay his kindness, our family is so good to him, even in the future, because of special reasons, we can't stay at the foot of this Fanjing Mountain like us for the rest of our lives, and we will treat Thirty-one like my brother, like a family." “

The ghost elf's thirty-one put down the small bowl in his hand, smiled at Sanqi, showed an innocent smile, and gave a little thumbs up: "Brother Sanqi, this is the first time in my life that I feel that you are right, we are a family, hehe!"

Aunt Zhao thought about it, her eyes hesitated, and asked: "What, where else will you go in the cold wind, you are in this empty valley dojo, you have no worries, no relatives and no reason, your hometown Wind City belongs to the cultivation world, and it is impossible for you to go back, isn't it good under this Fanjing Mountain?"

Sanqi explained: "Mom, you may not know that in the past three years, the cold wind has gone to the same place every evening, whether it is a cold winter or a summer heat, it has never stopped. Do you know where that place is, the pier that leads to Lake Horizontal. Although I don't know much about the world of cultivation, I still have basic knowledge of geography. Across the lake from the pier is the Furutake Peak, and at the foot of the Furutake Peak is the Wind Castle. Brother Coldwind has never forgotten his hometown, and has always been thinking about it. ”

Thirty-one on the side also coaxed, and said in a coquettish voice: "Mom, I have inquired with my brother, before Brother Hanfeng came to Fanjing Mountain, when he was still in the cultivation world, he was very powerful, and the entire Wind City knew his name. Saying that he is the future leader of the Windy City, the Wind Skywalker, has the potential to become a Great Sage like the Children of the Wind. ”

Aunt Zhao listened and seemed to understand something, and smiled slightly: "Okay, it seems that you two little brothers and sisters know a lot more than I know." So, Hanfeng, you tell us stories about the outside world, and it's rare to have a good chat with you little ones. ”

Outside the window lattice, the wind was howling, and the snow was flying all over the sky, and it was pitch black.

Han Feng smiled relievedly, his mood was much soothed, and he said softly: "Okay, Thirty-one just mentioned the Son of the Wind, then I will tell you the story of the Son of the Wind."

The Son of the Wind was born in the City of the Wind like me, and the Son of the Wind is just his title after he became famous, and his real name is Han Tianque, which is my ancestor. The Son of the Wind is a great accomplishment, and many theories of the wind system are related to him, he is the master of the wind system, and he is also the pioneer of the unbounded theory of the wind system. For example, his famous work "Seven Killing Sword Techniques", which was once powerful in all directions, the pinnacle of wind swordsmanship, but unfortunately, it has now been lost.

The City of the Wind has always been told the story of the Son of the Wind going to the Nine Gates and winning the Nine Swords. When the Son of the Wind created the Seven Kills Sword Technique, he was not very famous. At that time, there were many Feng sects, and the ninth ancient artifact was also divided into nine, divided into: Xuanyuan Sword, Chixiao, Chengying, Endless, Dawn, Darkness, Seven Stars, Apocalypse and Ancient Sword, which were left behind.

The Son of the Wind felt that the Seven Kills Sword Technique needed an ancient divine sword in order to show the attack power of the wind system to the fullest. He had the idea of gathering the Nine Swords and reforging the Ninth Generation. “

Thirty-one on the side became curious, and asked softly: "Ninth World, this name is so special, why is it called Ninth World?"

Han Feng thought about it carefully and explained: "The Ninth World has a great background, and it is related to the mental realm of the cultivation world. The nine worlds are: the heart of entering the world, the gate of the illusory world, the weeping of the heavenly world, the painting of the floating world, the realization of the void world, the wrath of destroying the world, the realm of the earthly world, the name of the world, and the way of birth. ”

"This is too difficult to understand, or the nine swords listen to the pleasure, and then tell the story of the nine doors and the nine swords. Sanqi was a little impatient and anxious.

"The Ninth World is indeed more difficult to understand, after all, it is a very powerful ancient artifact. Han Feng smiled indifferently, and then chattered: "The ninth world is divided into nine, in fact, each one is an artifact level, which is quite powerful. If you combine nine swords into one, think about it, isn't it a terrible thing? The Son of the Wind did it, and the way he did it was very simple, one word 'grabbing'! It was not a clever 'grabbing', it was an upright 'grabbing'! No one thought that the Seven Killing Sword Technique was so powerful that the Nine Great Sects were invincible, and finally they surrendered one after another, handed over the nine divine swords, and the Son of the Wind became famous and famous all over the world. Nine swords combined, the ninth was born, just because this sword is too powerful, the son of the wind has not used this sword, and sealed it in a very secret place. Three thousand years have passed, and no one knows where the Ninth is hiding. ”

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