God Ring Howl

Wearing a green cotton robe and a black cloth cap, Zhao Xiang walked straight through the courtyard, through the ear room, across the threshold of the side door, and into the howling wind.

As soon as he left the house, he couldn't help shivering a few times, and his body swayed a few times, just like the cotton wool exposed from the cotton robe, shaking constantly in the direction of the wind in the new wind.

Zhao Xiang's family lives in a small basin.

The basin is surrounded by green hills, about 500 meters high.

The village he lives in is in the southwest of Qingshui Country, with excellent scenery and honest folk customs.

The villagers live a life of daily work and daily rest, never fighting, neighbors and relatives get along very well, and there is little disharmony.

If there is an exception, it must be the Zhao family.

Zhao Xiang's family, in the mountain village, is the only family with the surname Zhao. I don't know when they migrated and settled here, and they have been living here. It is said that this village began to develop slowly from the day his Zhao family came.

Maybe that's the reason, this village is called Zhaojia Village.

The Zhao family is all single-blooded, and most of the Zhao family has not lived past the age of 50.

However, all this has changed in the generation of Zhao Xiang's father, Zhao Ming.

After marrying Hua Lanxiang at the age of 35, Zhao Ming gave birth to three sons, Zhao Long, Zhao Yun, and Zhao Fei within five years. The three brothers are about the same age, 16, 13.

Almost everyone in the village is happy that the Zhao family has changed the fate of the single family.

However, the villagers were surprised to find that Zhao Ming actually broke the tradition that men in the village do not marry a second wife, and married a young girl from outside the mountain, that is, Lan Xiaodie, who later gave birth to Zhao Xiang.

What makes everyone in the village do not understand and feel deeply dissatisfied is that since the arrival of Zhao Xiang, the originally harmonious Zhao family is no longer peaceful. Lan Xiaodie, Zhao Xiang and their mother and son began a painful and humiliating life. In life, he is often bullied by Zhao Ming and Hua Lanxiang's family.

Until Lan Xiaodie passed away in despair, Zhao Xiang's experience became even more miserable and pitiful.

In line with the principle of non-interference, and because the Zhao family is the aboriginal and founder of Zhaojia Village, and the Zhao family always helps the villagers, so every family in the village keeps silent. It's just to slander in my heart, or to help Zhao Xiang secretly with some food and clothing.

Zhao Xiang was walking in the village, and the flower dog at home chased after him and barked wildly, as if it also knew how to bully the weak and pretend to be a tiger.

When passing by the door of Huzi's house, he glanced at his good friend who had been caring about him all the time. His little hand appeared in front of him, holding a warm sweet potato, and the clear and crisp sound was beating on the inner core of his body. Each cell: "Here, eat!"

Goodbye, Tiger!

now!never!

Zhao Xiang's footsteps paused for a moment in front of the wooden fence gate of Huzi's house, and then stepped forward resolutely.

After walking for about 5 minutes, Zhao Xiang walked to the wooden house with a single courtyard in the west of the village.

The grandfather Hu that Zhao Xiang said was named Hu Jinshan, and he lived in this wooden house.

Hu Jinshan seemed to have expected and even saw that Zhao Xiang would come to his home soon. When Zhao Xiang was 30 meters away from the yard, he opened the wooden door of the yard and stood at the door, leaning against the door frame.

With a smile on his face, he stood quietly in the wind and looked at Zhao Xiang approaching from afar, his white hair fluttering in the wind.

"A Xiang," Hu Jinshan's voice was filled with gentleness, "Why are you free to come to my place today?"

"Grandpa Hu, I want to cultivate, take me to practice!"

Zhao Xiang raised his face with long scars, his voice was full of determination.

"Why did you agree to me so readily? Didn't you refuse to do so before?"

Hu Jinshan looked at Zhao Xiang whose face was flushed from the cold, and pretended to be asking the bottom line.

"I want..." Zhao Xiang paused for a moment, suppressing the anger in his chest, but clenched his fists tightly, "I don't want to stay at home, I want to learn big things!"

Hu Jinshan suppressed all the smiles on his face, stared at Zhao Xiang's seemingly calm expression, and confirmed:

"What you said is true? Never regret it?"

"Never regret it! I, Zhao Xiang, swear to you, grandpa, that I will never regret it! No matter how much I suffer or suffer, I will never regret it, never!"

Zhao Xiang's eyes, tone of voice, and even every muscle on his body seem to have two words written——

never!

"Okay, okay! So tell me, when shall we leave, Ah Xiang?"

"I have to leave sooner or later, right now, okay, Grandpa Hu?"

"Okay, okay, Ah Xiang, Grandpa listens to you, so let's go!"

With a flick of Hu Jinshan's cuff, a black sword in the shape of a crescent moon quickly grew in size. Almost at the same time, a cloud immediately enveloped the sword, and spread towards Zhao Xiang.

In the blink of an eye, Hu Jinshan and Zhao Xiang turned into Changhong and disappeared in place.

Zhao Xiang felt his body lighten suddenly, and the fierce wind made his face ache. When he took a closer look, he was surprised to find that he was standing on Grandpa Hu's suddenly enlarged sword, and there was a layer around the sword. The thin and transparent light curtain was as high as half a person, like a wall, preventing Zhao Xiang on the sword from accidentally slipping down.

They were flying quickly through the air.

Zhao Xiang in the light curtain saw that the village on the ground was getting higher and higher and smaller, turning into a black spot the size of a palm, and retreating rapidly.

Just for a moment, in fact, in two or three seconds, his whole body was shivering unceasingly from the cold wind, as if sifting chaff, and the teardrops rolled down from his eye sockets like leaves swept by the autumn wind.

Suddenly, gusts of warm qi flew from Hu Jinshan's left hand, and instantly flowed into Zhao Xiang's limbs.

"Ah Xiang, close your eyes quickly," Hu Jinshan's gentle voice was full of concern, "Otherwise, your eyes will be blind, hehe, don't blame grandpa for not reminding you!"

Zhao Xiang leaned close to Hu Jinshan obediently, without saying anything.

For this Hu Jinshan, Zhao Xiang has felt the aura of his grandfather from him as long as he can remember. Digest and melt.

Although Hu Jinshan had repeatedly asked Zhao Xiang to go out to cultivate with him, but because Zhao Xiang was attached to his mother, father, and this so-called home, he always refused to agree to him.

Seeing Hu Jinshan's astonishing magic power now, Zhao Xiang's inner desire for cultivation of truth and immortality is not only stronger, but also positively yearns for and longs for it.

After a short time, Zhao Xiang felt that Grandpa Hu Jinshan was panting sickly, and his speed slowed down obviously. He opened his eyes slightly and found that Hu Jinshan had fallen from the sky to the ground.

Due to inertia, Zhao Xiang's body still maintained the posture of rushing forward.

Just when he was about to fall, Hu Jinshan quickly stretched out his left hand, and a white light shot out from it, stabilizing Zhao Xiang's body that was about to fall forward.

After a while of dizziness, Zhao Xiang immediately raised his head and began to look at it curiously.

A beautiful scenery like a paradise suddenly fell into the depths of Zhao Xiang's eyes.

Even though it is freezing cold and freezing three feet at the moment, here is the scene of spring full of vitality and the fragrance of birds and flowers, thousands of peaks competing for beauty.