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Every time I mention Sister Meng Qin, a proud smile always appears on Meng Qiang's face.

"That girl Qin'er, after six years of cultivation, she finally broke through the spiritual realm. She is not much slower than your father."

Meng Qiang and Meng Hao's father were childhood friends, but after the New Year ceremony, Meng Hao's father chose to go out to study, while Meng Qiang chose to stay in the family to protect his clan. Later, Meng Hao's father became a noble monk, but he would often come to Meng Qiang to drink and chat, so the relationship between the two families has always been very close.

"It's just a pity that Qin'er was born a few years ago. If she was about the same age as you, I would make the decision to betroth her to you." Meng Qiang drank a little, without any restraint.

Meng Hao just smiled and didn't speak.

"Qin'er's father said this again." Aunt Meng patted Meng Qiang and told him not to drink anymore.

"Xiaofan has to go out to complete the New Year ceremony. If you marry Qin'er to him, it is not that you can lock in his footsteps. If Beifeng knows, he will not fight you."

The north wind is the name of Meng Fan's father and is also the kind name that the clan people call him, saying that he is like a gust of north wind and firm in his steps and a strong heart of Tao.

"A good man must ultimately be determined to fight all directions, fight for obstacles, and move forward. If he does not hit the south wall, he will not look back, but hit the south wall. If he hits the south wall, he will break through that wall. After all, he will not cultivate people, things, not names, but Tao, and heart."

Meng Fan was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect Aunt Meng to say such a magnificent and magnificent word.

"Meditor, practice Taoism, cultivate the mind." Meng Fan chewed for a while and felt it made sense.

Aunt Meng's words not only shocked Meng Fan, but also uncle Meng Qiang also shocked her. Meng Qiang took advantage of the alcohol and shook her head and said, "You are right, breaking through the Nan wall and not looking back. I said to Qin'er's mother, are you eavesdropping on my conversation with Beifeng?"

Aunt Meng's face turned red, "I know these two words, but I'm just eavesdropping on what your uncle and your father said."

Meng Qiang laughed, "Xiaofan, tell you, your father was chasing your mother with his energetic passion and his thick skin. Cough cough, especially the latter."

This was the first time he heard someone talk about his parents like this, and he felt very friendly, as if they were by his side now.

"Uncle, tell me more about my father and my mother." Meng Fan said almost begging.

Meng Qiang's eyes turned red and tears almost dripped. He forced himself back, pretended to be smiling, and began to recall Meng Beifeng in his memory carefully.

The old and the young talked until the moon was on their eyebrows, and the bright lights in the clan were all gone. Meng Fan reluctantly said goodbye to Uncle Meng Qiang and Aunt Meng.

Back at his vegetation, Meng Fan covered his pillow on his face and cried silently. He thought of his father, mother, and he wanted to know how beautiful and elegant his daughter's mother was. He wanted to know where his father is now and whether he was still missing him.

He was still a ten-year-old child. He lost his mother at one year old and his father at five years old. He lived alone for five years. If it weren't for the help of the clan leader's grandfather and his uncles, aunts and uncles in the clan, he wouldn't know if he could have the will to persevere until now. However, the clan leader still had to worry about the affairs of all and big things in the clan and could not take care of him. Uncles and aunts were not parents after all. They could help Meng Fan's food and drink, but no one could fill the family affection that was missing in his heart.

As he cried, he fell asleep.

In his dream, he met his missing father and his never-before-seen mother. The three of them spent years happily together, laughter filled their arms, making him unwilling to wake up until a huge sound rushed into the dream, breaking his hard-earned reunion time.

"Meng Fan, do you want to find out the reason why your mother left you? Do you want to know who did all this? I can help you."

"Who are you?"

Meng Fan was still in his dream, and the surroundings were covered with white space, unable to see the road clearly and did not know the direction.

The voice did not answer his question, but continued to ask questions.

"Do you want to know where your father is now?" The voice came out again, and then the white mist dissipated, revealing a magnificent and huge palace, which was hundreds of feet high and was inlaid with countless gems and pearls and jades.

There are not many people outside the hall, but there are dozens of stone lions. Each stone lion is one form, and ten stone lions are ten forms, either squatting, sitting, standing, laughing, or angry...

The palace ladies were dressed in luxurious clothes and held jade plates. The jade plates were filled with all kinds of strange fruits and fruits.

"Ba, bha, bha."

A crisp sound of whips came from the hall, and the palace servants ignored it. Meng Fan carefully pushed the door and saw his long-lost father.

"Father!"

Meng Fan shouted, his father hadn't changed much from five years ago, but he was covered in bruises. An old man holding an iron whip was whipping him with whip. The whip was bleeding and whip into the flesh.

"You are not allowed to hurt him."

Meng Fan rushed up with red eyes, but was whipped back by the old man, and his skin was shattered.

"Little bastard." The old man shook the iron whip and wanted to kill Meng Fan.

"Fan'er, go quickly!" Meng Beifeng raised his bloody face, blew a sigh of relief at Meng Fan, turned into Beifeng and sent him out of the palace, returning to the white mist.

"No!"

Meng Fan cried bitterly in the vast white area, as if he could still hear the sound of iron whips that hurt his soul.

With a whip, he beat him up and his father was missing for five years, and he must have suffered five years of inhumane torture. Even with his father's body as a monk, he couldn't resist such whipping.

"Do you want to save your father? Do you want to kill that old man? Do you want to kill all the monks who caused you to lose your father?"

"Hmph, dream." The voice mocked him, making him feel for the first time how powerless and weak he was.

He hates himself as weak, he hates himself as bullied, he hates the unfairness of the world.

He longs for strength, for strength, for rise, for killing his enemies.

Meng Fan yelled hoarsely at the white mist, "What do you want? My body or soul or other things, I can give you."

"I just need to become stronger, I want to become a monk, I want to kill people."

But the voice paused for a moment, as if it had decided something, and it rang again, "I don't want all you said, you can go out."

Meng Fan felt dizzy and the whole white world was shattered.

“Hu, Hu, Hu…”

He was gasping for breath and sweating. Meng Fan woke up from the nightmare, and the sun had already climbed to the top of the three o'clock. Outside the window, the sound of "huhhhhhhhh" of children in the clan practicing boxing was also heard.

When he touched the place where the skin was whipped by the old man last night, there was no trace of it.

"Is it just a dream?"

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