The Ancient Vast Realm

When Feng Xuan saw Bei Likuang's back, fearing that he would regret it and leave in a hurry, a smile appeared on his lips.

Shaking his head, Feng Xuan straightened himself out, and regardless of the strange looks from the people around him, he headed straight towards the shop where the Xuan Ying Tribe was.

In just a moment, Feng Xuan passed by many shops built by various tribes and saw a huge stone house with the familiar black eagle and animal pattern banner at the door.

Seeing the Xuan Eagle flag fluttering slightly in the wind and the old man busy below, Feng Xuan showed a smile on his face.

At the door of the familiar stone house shop, Feng Xuan saw Feng Hua leading a female warrior to dry some medicinal herbs in front of the shop.

Although these herbs collected in the mountains or medicinal fields have been processed for a long time, if they are not taken out and dried for a while, they will easily become damp and rot, resulting in the loss of medicinal properties.

"Grandma Hua, I'm here to see you!"

From a long distance away, Feng Xuan waved and shouted to Feng Hua and others. This sudden voice also attracted the attention of other shop passers-by on the road. Seeing that it was Feng Xuan, a half-year-old child, they all showed a little kindness. smile.

Although Feng Xuan is already fifteen or sixteen years old, which is considered a youth in the human tribe, in these shops where most of the people are elderly, in their eyes, Feng Xuan is just a boy who has not yet grown up. Just a child.

Whether he is a young man or a young man, Feng Xuan fully meets the requirements.

Most of the old people who can stay in such a place for a long time are elders in various tribes, and their state of mind and cultivation are not comparable to those of ordinary human elders.

In the eyes of these old people with a relatively peaceful mentality, this is the future of the entire human race, no matter which tribe they are juniors.

"It seems to be a little guy from the Black Eagle tribe. I saw it last year."

"The descendants of Mrs. Hua's family are quite handsome, but a little thin. I wonder if they are married?"

"What a wonderful idea you have! This little guy was able to stand out among dozens of tribes last year and win a spot. He is qualified to follow the leader of Beili to the Baling tribe. How can he be a genius who likes those crooked people in your tribe? "Melon split date, the women in my tribe are more plump, and every one of them is a beauty with a big butt and good fertility."

"Tsk, tsk, you are so old..."

On both sides of the road, some old people who like to join in the fun gathered together, watching Feng Xuan and whispering. This was one of the few ways of entertainment for these old people.

Feng Xuan felt the gazes from both sides. His sensitive hearing and powerful soul allowed him to distinguish almost all the noisy comments of the people around him very clearly. He suddenly felt his scalp numb, fearing that a few "kind-faced" old people would actually show up and force him. The girl who pulled him to introduce her tribe quickly walked towards Xuan Ying Shop.

But the moment Feng Xuan screamed, Feng Hua noticed something. She looked up and saw a young man in green clothes walking slowly down the broad road in the distance under the dazzling sunshine. Come on, your tall and straight figure looks very extraordinary.

But when the old guys in those shops gathered together one by one, she clearly saw Feng Xuan's pace quicken, and he no longer strolled around like before.

She watched in amusement as Feng Xuan rushed to her in a somewhat embarrassed manner, and helped her towards the house with a stiff expression.

Regarding these old neighbors who had been with them for many years, although her cultivation was broken and she couldn't hear what they were saying specifically, it was nothing more than that.

"You kid, these are just words, why are you so nervous?"

Fenghua still held a handful of unsuspended herbs in her hand, and handed it to the soldier who was covering his mouth and snickering. She looked at Feng Xuan with a smile in her eyes and tapped his head with a finger.

Feng Xuan glanced back with lingering fear at the tribal elders on both sides of the road who were still looking at him and whispering to him. He shuddered slightly and said with a depressed expression:

"It's just a normal chat, but some of them are actually comparing themselves with the young girls in their own tribe to see who is more plump. The one from the Tuqiu tribe has even weighed four hundred kilograms. Can I not panic, Grandma Hua? Our Feng clan doesn’t pay attention to this!”

Feng Xuan looked at Feng Hua nervously, fearing that she might be tempted to arrange a marriage for him.

You must know that in the entire Feng family, now only he and Grandma Fenghua are left. If Grandma Fenghua insists on arranging a marriage for him, he will really have no way to deal with it.

"Don't worry, you brat, I've heard everything about you from Uncle Ling. You're determined to go to our human race's Holy Land to practice. I won't stop you, and I won't let you leave any regrets again. Grandma, I won’t interfere with your own affairs."

Elder Fenghua walked into the house, pressed Feng Xuan on a stone chair, picked up a copper kettle on the stone table and poured cold tea for Feng Xuan who had traveled for who knows how long.

"Grandma Fenghua, I believe you also got some information from Uncle Ling. As long as I can successfully go to the Holy Land to become a disciple this time, I will definitely be able to find out the relevant information about my Feng family from your mouth, and I will definitely solve the problem. The disaster that has plagued my Feng family for generations, and I don’t want any future generations to have to endure such suffering until the mystery of this disaster is solved!”

Speaking of this, Feng Xuan paused, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes.

"If the origin of this disaster is that there is someone in the dark who harms my Feng family, no matter who he is, no matter how powerful he is, the blood debt of countless people of my Feng family, I will definitely spend my whole life to make him have no peace, blood debt - —Pay with blood!”

Feng Xuan looked at Feng Hua with firm eyes, as if he was making an oath, and deep in his eyes was a monstrous murderous intention.

When Fenghua heard this, the hand that poured the tea for herself shook slightly. The tea in the copper pot spilled slightly on the stone table nearby, and the splash of water was like a blooming flower.

Seeing this, Feng Xuan was about to make a move, but Feng Hua reached out to stop him.

"My child, if all the ancestors are alive, they don't want you to live only in hatred and spend your whole life seeking revenge."

Fenghua took out a worn rag from under the table and said slowly.

Feng Xuan looked at Grandma Fenghua's old face in silence without saying a word.

"This world is very big and boundless. If you only have hatred in your eyes, you can only see a small part. Just like the overflowing tea, I can wipe away the overflowing part, but I don't know the copper kettle behind it. How much tea is there, if I only use a small rag in my hand to wipe it, it will definitely not be enough, unless the rag in my hand is big enough to absorb all the tea."

Elder Fenghua slowly wiped away the spilled tea on the stone table, and spoke earnestly.

She did not comfort Feng Xuan anymore, but told a story that seemed to have nothing to do with the matter in hand.