After Feng Yun walked out of the Dongpingya Valley, he rushed towards Fengcheng of Longwu Kingdom without stopping.

Why does Feng Yun want to go to Fengcheng? There is no other reason, just because his home is in Fengcheng. Although he knows that his home may no longer be there, but even so, he has to go back and take a look, because this is his

My wish for the past nine years.

Fengcheng Fengjia's old site, the former luxurious and majestic General's Mansion, no longer exists, leaving only a pile of burned ruins.

In front of the ruins is the edge of the forest, which is the mountain behind the Feng family. There are two luxurious tombs, one large and one small. The tombstone of the large tomb is engraved with "The tomb of General Feng Haohe and his wife Xiao Ying", and the small tomb is

The tombstone is engraved with, "The Tomb of Little Marquis Fengyun". The person who erected the tomb is Yuntian, King of Longwu Kingdom.

Some passers-by on the street would come to the tomb to express their condolences, because lying inside was the great benefactor who protected their Longwu Kingdom and their homeland.

For eight years, many people have been investigating the truth behind the annihilation of the Feng family, but there are no clues. It has become a major unsolved case in the world.

It’s approaching noon!

Feng Yun, who had silver hair and carried a rusty sword, attracted the attention of many people as soon as he entered Feng City.

Because he is so special, he has white hair at a young age (to them, this silver hair is white hair). What is even more eye-catching is the blood-red hair among his silver hair.

Feng Yun didn't pay any attention to their comments and gazes. Feng Yun looked at the streets he was familiar with in the past and found that no major changes had happened here in the past nine years.

But when he drove to the door of his house, recalling his memory from nine years ago, he saw a pile of ruins. At this time, he couldn't help but sigh that the street was still there, but things and people had changed.

With the grief in Feng Yun's arms, he stepped towards the ruins step by step. In his mind, the love his parents had for him in the past reappeared one by one, but now all that was left were ruins.

Feng Yun's heart ached, as painful as dripping blood. Suddenly, Feng Yun saw two tombs a few hundred meters ahead.

Feng Yun quickly came to the tomb and looked at the inscriptions on the tombstone. Suddenly, Feng Yun felt extremely sad.

Although Feng Yun was very sad in his heart, he did not shed tears. Because he knew that crying would be of no use, and this grief could only be washed away with the blood of his enemies.

"The light of the sword stretches across 30,000 miles, and the cold light of the sword shocks the four countries. The generation of war god Feng Haohe is truly worthy of his reputation. Even if he turns into a pile of loess, he is still respected by the world. For a person like this, what should I ask for in life!" Suddenly a voice came.

.

When Feng Yun heard the news, he saw a young man wearing a black robe, carrying a jar of wine, walking over step by step.

The young man in black smiled at Feng Yun and said, "You are also here to pay homage to General Feng."

"Yeah!" Feng Yun nodded.

The young man in black said: "How rare! I didn't expect to meet someone with the same path."

Feng Yun asked doubtfully: "A fellow-traveler?"

The young man in the dark night said: "Don't deny it! Looking at the energy flowing around your body and the abundance of spiritual energy, you should be a person who cultivates Yuan."

Feng Yun said: "So what? Even if I am a cultivator, am I the same as you?"

The young man in the dark night said: "People who cultivate Yuan think very highly of themselves, and they don't pay attention to secular people at all, let alone come to mourn a secular general. But you are different, so I said that you and I are the same.

Middle man."

Feng Yun knew in his heart that what he said was absolutely correct. Because he had a deep understanding of this during his eight years in Taoism.

Seeing that Feng Yun was silent, the young man in the dark night smiled and said: "I am Xue Yan. I don't know what your surname is, little brother?"

Feng Yun said: "My name is Feng Yun!"

"Feng Yun!" Xue Yan was shocked and said: "The name of the little brother is actually the same as that of General Feng's son. If General Feng's son is not dead, he should be about the same age as you."

Feng Yun said: "Brother Xue is worrying too much! This world is so big, it's not surprising that he has the same name and the same surname!"

Xue Yan smiled and said: "That's right! Come! Let's toast the general."

Feng Yun took the wine jar, and after paying tribute to his father, he said: "Brother Xue! If you have time, I would like to buy you two drinks."

Xue Yan smiled and said, "Okay!"

In a restaurant in Fengcheng, Feng Yun and Xue Yan sat opposite each other. On the table were several side dishes and two jars of fine wine.

Through the conversation just now and Feng Yun's behavior, Xue Yan could see that Feng Yun would definitely not be a thing in the pool in time. This made Xue Yan want to win over him, and even if he couldn't win over him, he still had to become a friend.

Then, Xue Yan asked: "I don't know where Brother Feng comes from? Who is the respected master? Can he train such an outstanding disciple as Brother Feng!"

Feng Yun said: "Brother Xue! I have no family or sect, and Master Yu is just a rough guy from the mountains, a nobody. I'd better not say anything, so as not to make Brother Xue laugh."

Xueyan said: "You are a rough man in the mountains, a nobody! Brother Feng is too humble! Based on your cultivation level, brother Feng, I don't think your master will be any worse! But since you don't want to say it, brother Feng, I

I won’t ask anymore.”

Feng Yun smiled and said: "Brother Xue! What about you?"

"Me!" Xue Yan said with a smile, "I'm not afraid of your jokes, brother Feng. I am the master of the Blood Palace, and I am a member of the evil heretics."

Feng Yun was startled. He didn't expect that the person in front of him was the Lord of the Blood Palace, which ranked last among the three demon sects. What made him even more unexpected was that the current Lord of the Blood Palace was so young and older than him.

Not more than ten years old.

Feng Yun said: "My master once said that good and evil can go the same way, but you must be honest!"

"Good and evil can go the same way, but please be honest!" Xue Yan said happily: "Okay! That's good! In that case, Brother Feng doesn't mind!"

Feng Yun said: "What is right must be right? What is evil must be evil? Why care about the opinions of the world? Just be honest with yourself. Isn't it?"

Xue Yan said: "Brother Feng, what you said is so good and so right."

Feng Yun said: "What I look down on the most are those who claim to be righteous. Compared with hypocrites like them, I appreciate the true villains in the devil's way."

These words were spoken by Feng Yun from the bottom of his heart, because during his eight years in the Taoist sect, he had seen all the so-called righteous ways at the expense of everything for his own use.

Xue Yan said: "Brother Feng! What you said is really to the point! It's too to my liking! If Brother Feng doesn't dislike it, I want to sworn brothers with Brother Feng. I don't know if that's possible?"

Feng Yun said: "Okay! That's what I meant!"

At this moment, Feng Yun's instinct that he had suppressed for nine years was released.

Xue Yan laughed and said: "Haha... Okay! Good brother!"

Feng Yun said: "Good brother!"

The two of them held their hands tightly together.

Xue Yan said: "Brother Feng! I wonder how noble you are?"

Feng Yun said: "Brother, I am over seventeen this year!"

Xue Yan said: "I didn't expect Brother Feng to be so young. Before you, I had a sworn brother. How many years older than you is he? I want to introduce you to him. What do you think of him?"

Feng Yun said: "Eldest brother's brother is also my brother."
Chapter completed!