Dragon Blood Valkyrie

Chapter 702
Fengyun's painting shop has so many strong people, which instantly attracted the attention of the entire Xueyue City.

On the opposite side, Zhou Shan took his wife and son Zhou Hu to look towards Fengyun.

Fengyun smiled lightly.

Soon, that young warrior left with his men.

It wasn't until this time that Zhou Shan and Zhou Hu came to Fengyun's side.

"Brother Fengyun, who was that person just now?" Zhou Shan asked.

Fengyun shook his head and said, "I don't know him, I'm just a person who came to buy paintings."

Fengyun really didn't care about that person's identity, but his arrival brought some troubles to Fengyun's peaceful life.

At least for the next period of time, many warriors from Xueyue City would come to Fengyun's painting shop from time to time to admire Fengyun's paintings.

However, they don't understand the Taoism and realm in Fengyun's paintings, so naturally they can't feel that Fengyun's paintings are good.

time flies...

It has been two years since Fengyun came to Xueyue City, and Zhang Xiaoxian has already married, at least she thinks that she has indeed married a good man, much better than Fengyun.

Although not as elegant as Fengyun's character, not as deep and connotative as Fengyun's temperament, nor as handsome as Fengyun's appearance.

But he is rich and can give her a better material life.

He even agreed to take her to an ancient family far away.

Zhou Shan felt depressed when Fengyun rejected the woman he introduced to him again and again.

However, he really couldn't force Fengyun.

Every time Fengyun would say that he has a wife and children, but Fengyun has been in this city for two years, but he has never seen any woman come to see Fengyun.

After the young warrior left for a period of time, Fengyun's life became peaceful again.

Zhou Shan's family, because of the child Zhou Hu, has not had any pain in the past two years and lived happily.

Zhou Hu, a little guy, would come to Fengyun's side when he was free, hoping to learn painting from Fengyun, but Zhou Shan refused.

After all, although Fengyun's paintings look beautiful, they have no practical value, and Fengyun has been living in poverty for the past two years, at least it seems that Zhou Shan has been helping Fengyun.

Zhou Shan absolutely did not want his children to suffer such hardships in the future, so he strictly ordered Zhou Hu to follow Fengyun to learn painting.

Zhou Hu, who is eight years old, has grown very strong, at least among his peers.

And he has also started to learn blacksmithing skills from his father.

As time went by, Fengyun gradually became acquainted with other people in the small town.

This is just a bland interaction, and there is no real conflict of interest and life threat.

This feeling was something Fengyun had never felt before.

The heart of a warrior.

After more than two years of comprehension and condensation, it has begun to take shape, but the speed is still slow. Fengyun himself doesn't know how long it will take for the heart of a warrior to truly take shape.

But according to the current speed, I am afraid it will take at least ten years.

What will the world look like ten years from now?
Fengyun can't imagine.

Of course, Fengyun knows that it is not easy for him to reach the level of a giant within ten years, and to comprehend the heart of a warrior.

After all, there are so many warriors at the top of the world, but very few become giants.

Leaning on the wooden pillar in front of the door, Fengyun looked at the blacksmith family on the opposite side.

Two years later, Zhou Shan's appearance had begun to age a bit. He and his wife gave birth to Zhou Hu in their thirties.

Now Zhou Hu is eight years old, and the two of them are over forty.

Ordinary warriors, at least until they reach the king realm, don't have much change in lifespan.

So the two of them only have a hasty life for a hundred years.

The only thing that made them feel a little worried was Zhou Hu.

Recently, Zhou Hu's physique has gradually become weak. Although Fengyun has helped Zhou Hu a lot, he has never opened Zhou Hu's blocked blood.

It's not that Fengyun doesn't want to, but Fengyun can't do it either.

Fengyun once speculated that Zhou Hu's life would not last until he was eight years old, and after giving him a lot of marrow washing pills, although Zhou Hu's life was extended, it was very limited.

Moreover, ever since Zhou Hu learned blacksmithing from his father, his illness has become more serious day by day.

Just now, Zhou Hu's blood was blocked, and the pain made him break out in a cold sweat, but he didn't cry out.

Finally, when he raised the hammer, he fell to the ground and passed out.

His face was covered with cold sweat, and his skin was pale.

Zhou Shan and his wife were in a mess, and hurriedly carried Zhou Hu into the house, and wiped his sweat with a wet towel.

However, this doesn't always help.

After all, Zhou Hu's real problem lies in his own blood.

Fengyun sighed secretly, turned his head and walked back into the house.

A kind of helplessness, a kind of pity.

A feeling of helplessness lingered in Fengyun's mind.

Is this the law of heaven and earth?

Is this the fate of the little tiger head?

Fengyun lowered his head to paint, and recorded the little things between himself and Xiao Hutou all these years.

From a child who was ignorant, to him who knew his physical problems later, he began to learn to be filial to his parents, and began to endure pain alone without letting his parents worry about him.

Although he is only eight years old, he has the thinking ability and discrimination ability that other children of the same age do not have.

Such a smart kid!

Fengyun recorded the expressions he gave Xiaohu's head when he gave him the first marrow-washing pill. In the end, the marrow-washing pill was no longer useful, and Fengyun stopped giving him the various expressions.

Reincarnation!

Dao Nian of Fengyun.

Any thing exists between reincarnation, and the tiger head is a reincarnation.

But can he break the reincarnation fate set by the heavens for him?
Fengyun's understanding of reincarnation is too deep, and it is precisely because of this understanding that Fengyun regrets Zhou Hu even more.

Because he believes that Zhou Hu has almost no chance of breaking the cycle of his own destiny.

bang bang bang...

At this moment, there was a rapid knock on the door.

Fengyun turned and opened the door.

At this time Zhou Hu hurried in.

"Brother Feng, I know you are not an ordinary person, please save my tiger, okay?" Zhou Shan said hastily.

Fengyun's face was a little dull, and he turned his head and walked to the painting table, saying: "Brother Zhou Shan, this is a painting I just finished, but I think you are the one who needs this painting the most, so I give it to you!"

The picture scroll is very long and records too many things.

In the eyes of many people, these paintings are actually not as good as a sculpture of duckweed.

But Fengyun himself knows that only the paintings have spirit, and the duckweed carvings are just pure records.

There is emotion in the painting, but the carving of duckweed has no connotation.

Feng Yun's voice was very calm, and he did not answer Zhou Shan's request.

Zhou Shan looked at every Zhou Hu in that painting, and burst into tears immediately.

Who said that men don't cry, in fact, it's just not yet the time to be sad.

It is impossible for any father not to be emotionally touched when he learns that his child is no longer able to survive.

It's just that they have different forms of expression, and they don't cry, it's just that you can't see it.

This is the love of the father for the son.

(End of this chapter)