On this day, the wind and the sun were beautiful, and the sky was clear. Although the ice and snow in the extreme north of Jizhou can never melt because of the sun, the prosperity under the clear sky clearly tells the prosperity of the people living on this land, and also shows that this prosperous people have conquered the harsh environment and conditions here.

At this moment, unlike the busy snowy plains, on a small clearing at the foot of most of the sacred mountains of the White Tiger, there was only an old man with white hair and three children with pigtails.

The old man looked like a typical White Tiger tribesman, although he was old, his muscles were extremely strong, and his raunchy dress made him have a fierce temperament.

However, at the moment, unlike the old man's fierce temperament, the expression on the old man's face is a beautiful expression of enjoyment. His body was motionless, his eyes narrowed, as if they were open and closed, not knowing whether he was looking at the scenery in the distance or if he was already wandering out of the world.

The three children were sitting around the old man, and they were obviously the children of most of the White Tiger. At this moment, the three of them were all learning the old man's leisurely expression, sitting motionless, but their eyes kept blinking.

After a while, the children obviously couldn't understand the artistic conception in the old man's heart, so they couldn't bear it, twisted their necks one by one, and their bodies shook. The eyes quickly widened, and they turned around, and they didn't seem to be very honest.

At last the most mischievous and spirited little boy was the first to stand up, and he grimaced at the other two children, and then jumped up to the old man's side, stretched his neck, and broke the silence.

"Grandpa Lakshin, tell us a story. The little boy spoke, his eyes full of anticipation.

Hearing the word "story", the other two children, who were already a little unable to sit still, couldn't sit still even more, and immediately trotted to the old man's side. So the three children surrounded the old man in the middle. And the three of them all stretched out their little hands in unison, grabbed the old man's arm, and sprinkled coquettishly.

Three pairs of small hands kept shaking the old man's thick arms, and he couldn't shake much after using all the strength to feed. However, the three children refused to admit defeat and kept shaking.

In this way, after a long time, the old man's eyes slowly widened, and although he did not make a move, he seemed to have yawned in his heart.

Then the old man turned to the three children beside him, and all three of them stuck out their tongues together, and stopped shaking their arms.

With a deliberate hint of unhappiness on his face, but a deep love hidden, the old man touched the heads of the three children and said, "Why did you three come here, shouldn't you listen to the gentleman's lecture in the school?"

The little boy hurriedly said, "We came specifically to find Grandpa Laksin, and Grandpa Laksin's story is better than Mr.'s class." ”

Gently flicked the little boy's forehead and made a "pop" sound, but the old man couldn't pretend anymore, so he shook his head helplessly and laughed: "You little naughty ghost, why did you learn to pat on the back?"

The little boy was extremely clever, and knew that he had made the old man happy, and immediately said, "Grandpa Lakshin, tell us a story." ”

There was really no way to take the three children beside him, so the old man could only let the three children sit down again, thought about it, and then said, "Then today I will tell you the story of the White Tiger God." ”

Just as he was about to continue, the little man's head shook like a rattle, and said, "Grandpa Lakshen, you have told us the story of the White Tiger God many times, let's not listen to this." ”

The old man laughed, "Then what do you want me to say?"

The little boy was obviously prepared, and immediately said, "We want to listen to the story of Huanzu." ”

The old man was stunned for a moment, and then his face showed obvious reminiscence and emotion, and he asked rhetorically: "How do you know about Huan Zu?"

The little boy's eyes kept rolling, and he said with an innocent face: "I heard my uncles and uncles mention it when they drank wine and ate meat, saying that this Huan Zu is very powerful, and he seems to have done a lot of great things. But...... But they always say a few words and don't say anything, and we don't understand. ”

The old man's face was even more reminiscing, and he knew why those people would talk about that Huan Zu. Because that person is too important to most of the White Tiger, as long as the people who have seen him, they will never forget him. However, he also knew why those people didn't say a few words. Because in fact, about that Huan Ancestor, there should not have been a word to say. No matter how strong Huan Zu is, his final outcome is not very good. It was a sad ending, and no one wanted to mention it.

The old man was reluctant to talk about the Huan Ancestor on weekdays, but today, for some reason, he suddenly wanted to talk about it to these children. Perhaps, he was afraid that if he didn't say it for a long time, he would forget that person.

Finally nodded, and the old man said, "Okay, then I'll tell you the story of Huan Zu." ”

"Huan Zu is actually not from most of our White Tiger Department, he is a monk from Yangzhou, and he didn't know us at all at first. But later, the king met Huan Zu by chance, perhaps attracted by his temperament and outstanding ability, it is said that the king only met with Huan Zu once, and decided that Huan Zu was a rare talent. ”

"At that time, our White Tiger Department was at war with the Tiger Devouring Tribe, and the Tiger Devouring Department was strong, and our chances of winning were not great. So, the king invited Huan Zu to come to my White Tiger Tribe, hoping that his ability could bring a turnaround to my tribe. ”

"However, it is said that Huan Zu had no intention of joining my White Tiger Sect. Back then, the king invited Huan Zu for a whole year, I don't know how many times, and I don't know how rich the conditions were, but Huan Zu always refused, not moved at all. ”

Hearing this, the little boy stretched his neck and asked, "Grandpa Lakshen, are you talking about King Zhi personally going to invite you?"

The old man nodded: "Yes, King Zhi himself said that in a year, he has never been able to impress Huan Zu." ”

All three children fell silent at the same time, and strange emotions were born in their hearts. In their eyes, the great king Helian Zhi is the overlord of this side, except for Bai Kui, he is the biggest. But the king has invited people who have not been able to invite for a year, so what kind of people must be?

The old man continued: "But later, when Huan Zu was about to leave my Jizhou, an unexpected incident made Huan Zu finally discover the sincerity and good character of the king. So, Huan Zu was moved by the king, and finally entered the White Tiger Department of Jizhou under the invitation of the king, and began to work for my tribe. ”

"At that time, the king was still a young patriarch, his cultivation was not high, and he was young. Therefore, few of the people he brought back really fancied. As a result, Huan Zu was finally only arranged under the command of the Great Elder of Jeddah as an ordinary instrumentalist. ”

"At that time, I was also a warrior under the command of the Grand Elder of Jeddah, and I was fortunate enough to meet Huanzu there. I still remember that day, the warriors of the Tiger Eater came out to call for battle, and I had to meet it. However, my opponent's cultivation is on par, and his weapons are much better than mine. At the beginning of the battle, even if I fought again, my weapon was beaten into scrap metal by the opponent in a few clicks, so I gradually couldn't parry and fell into a disadvantage. ”

"And just when I was in a desperate situation, the first sword that Huan Zu forged in the military camp was born. He threw the sword at me from afar, and the moment I caught it, I knew I had won the battle!"

"In that battle, I fought heartily, and I didn't have to worry about the weapons in my hands at all. On the contrary, the weapon in my hand was so strong that the opponent couldn't parry at all, and in the end, the weapon was also cut off for me. I have fought a lot in my life, but that battle is the happiest in my heart!"

When a child heard this, he asked curiously: "Grandpa Lakshen, is there such a god in the weapon refined by Huan Zu?"

The old man laughed and said, "Originally, the front that the Great Elder of Jeddah was in charge of was defeated and retreated, but since Huan Zu joined, we quickly turned defeat into victory and pushed the battle line back. You say, is his weapon a god?"

The three children stopped talking, and there was a faint look of admiration in their eyes. The old man smiled with satisfaction, and then said: "Later, the Tiger Devouring Department noticed the existence of Huan Zu and knew that Huan Zu was a big trouble for them, so they sent someone to assassinate Huan Zu. ”

"Once, while Huan Zu went out alone, the strong man who had been lurking in the Tiger Devouring Department for a long time finally waited for the opportunity, so he brazenly attacked and intercepted Huan Zu. Although Huan Zu's cultivation at that time was not as good as theirs, he was quite shrewd and had many means. Under the absolute disadvantage, he was still able to contain it many times, and in the end he was forced to be helpless, and escaped into the White Tiger Temple with serious injuries and disappeared. ”

"Gone?" the three children were startled at the same time, and almost jumped up. They had all been to the temple to worship, and they knew that there was no other way out, and how could a living person disappear there?

The old man nodded and said, "It's gone, what the reason is, no one can say clearly." However, it was that time when he disappeared that Huan Zu's legendary road in the land of my extreme north really began. ”