C4 The First Time Was at the Wine House in a Small Village in the Foreign World

He looked at the ever-changing and silent Lan Wuhong. Lan Wenxuan called out again, "Father. . . "

Lan Wuhong looked at the expectant look in his son's eyes and found it hard to refuse. He could not bear to break the dream in his son's heart. Everyone had dreams. If their dreams were shattered, they would be like walking corpses for the rest of their lives. How many people could bear such a blow? Although Lan Wenxuan had long reached the age of being a warrior in Haozhou Continent, even the children in the village had become swordsmen. However, he had never taught a single move and half a move. Today, his son suddenly brought it up, and called him a few accidents.

Lan Wuhong then remembered that his son had already touched his son's pulse and seven terminated meridians when he was one year old. The Seven Despairing Meridian was an insurmountable problem in the entire Haozhou Continent. The meridians in his entire body were too thin. Even if he cultivated to the limit, he would only be a swordsman. Therefore, Lan Wuhong had never taught him any sword techniques or sword skills. In this world, strength was everything. Since he didn't have the chance to become a high level martial artist, he might as well be an ordinary person.

Now that his son suddenly suggested cultivating a sword art, apart from a few accidents, There was also a bit of difficulty. It broke his plan to give his son an ordinary life. But now, no matter what, he couldn't bear to reject his son. He couldn't break the dream in his heart. Therefore, he could only grit his teeth. He gave up on his original decision and prepared to teach his son. No matter how great his future achievements would be, it would depend on his own luck. . .

Lan Wuhong did not know that his son already knew that his meridians were narrow, which was the Seven Ultimate Meridians of the Haozhou Continent!

Lan Wuhong made a decision in his heart. With a smile on his face, he reached out his rough fingers and touched his son's tender face. He put away his smiling face and said seriously, "It will be difficult to become a warrior. I am not afraid of hardship. Continuing to train! You might even lose your life. Have you thought about it? It is still not too late if you don't want to learn now. [If it really starts, you are not allowed to retreat. ] You have to know, sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat. "

Seeing Lan Wuhong agree, Lan Wenxuan was delighted. He jumped up in excitement. He wanted to test Lan Wuhong, but he didn't expect his father to agree to it. How could he not be excited? He quickly said, "Father, don't worry. Wenxuan will listen to father's teachings. He won't disappoint father. "

Lan Wuhong nodded in satisfaction and didn't say anything. He continued to clean up the snow rabbits that he had just cleaned up. Lan Wenxuan was still squatting by the side. He quietly watched his father skillfully peeling the animal skin.

Lan Wuhong peeled off the snow rabbit's internal organs and washed them into the pot. Lan Wenxuan looked at his father's busy figure. He had become a little old, giving people a desolate feeling. Ten years was like a day. . .

After breakfast, Lan Wuhong sat next to the brazier. He patted the animal skin beside him and said to Lan Wenxuan, "Sit down. "

Lan Wenxuan quickly sat down opposite of Lan Wuhong. They sat on the animal skin together. He was a little short and looked up at his father, who had a calm expression on his face.

Lan Wuhong said, "Later, go to Uncle Shao's house to greet him and ask him to help guard the door. We will be going out for a while. "

Lan Wenxuan said, "Oh!" He was about to stand up, but Lan Wuhong stopped him. He looked up at his father, puzzled.

I will ask you again, "Do you really want to practice sword arts? Walking the path of a martial artist is very long and very difficult. "

Lan Wenxuan immediately nodded his head. Just what kind of world sword technique was this? This was also the question in his heart. Since there was a chance to cultivate and study it, how could he give it up? Furthermore, he could use this opportunity to cultivate the sword technique to do a lot of things.

Lan Wuhong said, "Since you are so determined, then you should go. Go to Uncle Shao's place and say hello. Come back and have a good rest. We will leave tonight. "

There was a small courtyard less than a hundred meters away from Lan Wenxuan's house. It was almost the same as his house, but there was a small straw shed in the courtyard. There was a Lightning Leopard lying inside. A Lightning Leopard like this was used to hunt and guard the door. There were basically every household in the village.

He slowly walked to the yard's door. The Lightning Leopard heard the sound and raised its head vigilantly to stare at the yard's door. When it realized that it was Lan Wenxuan, it pulled its head down and continued to close its eyes.

There was nothing to do with the yard's entrance. He walked straight into the yard and shouted, "Uncle Shao, aunt. . . "

A tall and sturdy woman walked out of the room. She was dressed in a flowery dress and had a few patches on it. She had a forthright look on her face and looked like a woman who was not inferior to a man.

She said with full confidence: "It's Wenxuan. He's here to look for Xiaopang? He went into the mountains with his father to hunt. "

Xiaopang was Uncle Shao's son, and he was the same age as Lan Wenxuan. Back then, his father entrusted him to Uncle Shao's house and snatched Xiaopang's milk for more than half a year. The two of them had grown up together again, and they could be considered brothers with different surnames. That was why he often came to find Xiaopang. There were many children in the village. When Xiaopang was ten years old, he started his martial arts training. He was now a one-star swordsman, so he often went into the mountains with his father to hunt. Aunt Shao mistakenly thought that Lan Wenxuan was looking for Xiaopang.

"Aunt, my father told me to look for you and Uncle Shao. "

"Oh!" She replied, saying, "If you have something to say, come in and tell me. It's cold outside. " She pulled Lan Wenxuan into the hall. The inside of the room was similar to his house, but it looked more neat and tidy. After all, there was a difference between having a woman's home and having no woman's home.

Xiaopang went into the mountains to hunt. Lan Wenxuan finished what his father told him to do and said goodbye to Aunt Shao. Seeing that it was still early, he hesitated for a moment and then walked towards the village.

The cold wind was blowing, and the morning sun was shining in the opposite direction. The silver light was shining.

It was a small snow mountain village. Although it was said to be a village, there were only about ten households. There was a winery in the village that was used by adventurers or merchants outside the mountain. The winery was cold all year round and had nothing to do. Villagers would also enter the winery to drink a cup. The winery in the center of the village only had seven or eight tables. It was a simple and crude wooden cottage.

"Buddy, I'm here!" Before he arrived, his voice arrived first. Lan Wenxuan put away his calm expression on this matter, looking like a stubborn child!

When the shop assistant heard him, he quickly came out and said, "Wenxuan, you're here? Come in quickly, it's so cold. I'll make you a pot of wine. " The shop assistant was average-looking. He was about eighteen or nineteen years old, and he wore thick cotton clothes.

Lan Wenxuan stomped on the snow on his feet and walked into the winery. He let out a long breath of white turbid air and sized up the winery. It was still as deserted as before. There was not a single guest.

Lan Wenxuan was still wearing that thin and coarse Bule Clothes. He was not afraid of the cold at all. He smiled and said, "Old friend, you are treating? Haha, there was still no need. I'm here to look for Er Zhuzi. Is he there? "

Er Zhuzi was an orphan, about the same age as Lan Wenxuan. His mother died when he was 11 or 2 years old, and his father never returned when he went hunting. He was afraid that the odds were against him. The waiter saw that he was pitiful, so he took him in. An eleven or twelve year old child basically could not stand on his own. When the winery was busy, he helped the winery. It was a part-time job. Of course, it was inevitable that they would meet often in a village. They had deep feelings for each other, especially for someone like Lan Wenxuan, who was an orphan in his previous life. He naturally became friends with Er Zhuzi. Slowly, Lan Wenxuan also blended into the group of children. They bragged, gambled, and drank together. . .

The waiter smiled and said, "There are no guests today. Er Zhuzi and Da Niu are probably playing in the rundown temple. If you want to find him, go to the rundown temple and look for him. You can find him!"

Lan Wenxuan said, "Then I will go find Er Zhuzi and the rest. I will look for you to drink later. "

The waiter smiled and said, "Alright, don't forget to boil the wine and wait for you. "

"Okay, I'll come back later. " Lan Wenxuan was in a rush. As soon as he finished speaking, he was already gone.

He left the winery and ran towards the broken temple in the south.