"Mother, you're back." Feiyun stood at the door of his house and recalled the grief he felt when he parted with Bai just now. He could not help but sigh softly. He pushed open the door and closed his eyes out of habit, waiting for his mother to brush the snow off his body. But after waiting for a long time, no one paid attention to him. Feiyun tilted his head and looked into the house, but he did not see his parents. He had no choice but to shake off the snow on his body. She changed into her wooden clogs and walked into the house.
When she arrived at the inner room, she suddenly heard her loving parents arguing about something." You're crazy!”His mother's hysterical scream made Feiyun's heart tremble. She hurriedly pushed open her parents 'door. His parents, who were arguing, stopped arguing when they saw Feiyun suddenly push the door open and enter. Her mother, Yagami, whose face was originally covered in dark clouds, immediately turned clear after seeing Feiyun. He welcomed Feiyun with a smile and said gently,"You're back. Why are you back so early today?”
Looking at his mother, who had the essence of changing faces in Sichuan opera, walking towards him, Feiyun could only reveal an awkward smile. It was really awkward. "Oh, Bai's mother asked her to come home early, so we came back early.”
His father, Eight Gods Haotian, sat at the head of the bed and lit a cigarette. Suddenly, smoke curled up and vaguely covered his face, making it impossible for Feiyun to see his father's expression clearly. He seemed to be trying to use this method to prevent Feiyun from noticing the abnormality in his expression.
After taking a few puffs of his cigarette, his father, Eight Gods Haotian, stood up and looked at Feiyun."Feiyun, come with me." After saying that, he slowly walked towards the door. Her mother, Bashenling, looked like she wanted to say something but hesitated. In the end, she could only sigh. This was her helplessness towards life and also her compromise towards fate.
Feiyun looked at his mother and comforted her gently,"Mother, no matter what Father does, it's for us, for the good of our family. "I'll go with father first." After saying that, he looked at his mother who was thinking about something with her head lowered. He turned around and ran to the door, catching up with his father, Eight Gods Haotian.
Feiyun followed his father to the basement. It was his first time here. In the past, Feiyun was always forbidden from coming here. Curious, he looked around at this mysterious place. It was not as dark as he had imagined, nor was it as moldy as he had imagined. This place was brightly lit, as if it was daytime. There were all kinds of scrolls piled up everywhere. Some were open, some were closed, some were large, some were small. In short, there were all kinds of scrolls.
Eight Gods Haotian looked at Feiyun, who was looking left and right, and was not in a hurry to disturb him. Instead, he waited for Feiyun to have seen enough and put his attention back on him before he slowly said," Child, no matter when or where in the future, remember that you are a member of the Iori family. Remember, don't let the snake race know your identity. I won't ask much, you will understand in the future.”As if he could read Feiyun's thoughts, Eight Gods Haotian immediately used this sentence to shut Feiyun's mouth. Looking at his father's serious expression, Feiyun could only nod his head helplessly.
"Good child, now, come over and sit with your back facing me.”His father, Eight Gods Haotian, said to Feiyun in an unquestionable tone.
Feiyun sat cross-legged with his back facing his father, Eight Gods Haotian, and felt his father's hands on his back. Immediately after, a warm current flowed into Feiyun's body through his father's hands. Feiyun felt extremely comfortable and could not help but snort. " Don't talk." Her father's reprimand came from behind. Feiyun hurriedly shut his mouth and did not say a word.
It turned out that Eight Gods Haotian was doing the secret technique of the ancient martial arts family to Feiyun-imparting strength. As the name suggested, strength imparting was the process of passing one person's strength to another. It seemed that as long as one knew this kind of cultivation method, perhaps the hard work of several people could create an almost invincible existence. However, it was impossible for such a heaven-defying secret technique to change the balance of the world. The requirements for imparting strength were extremely harsh. First of all, the person to be imparted with the strength had to be a virgin who had not learned any martial arts at all. In other words, it was to be passed on to males, not females. Secondly, the person who received the power must have a strong body and a strong will, because he must be able to withstand the pain of his body exploding. Finally, the person who imparted the strength must be related to the person who was imparted the strength by blood. Therefore, although there were many ancient martial arts families who knew this secret technique, most of them could not endure the inhuman pain and died. Even if there were one or two phoenix feathers and water caltrop horns who managed to survive, their next generation would not be able to do what their parents did. Therefore, the cultivation method of imparting strength could be said to be of little value. It gave people a fantasy, but at the same time, it made countless people retreat.
Now, Eight Gods Vast Heaven was actually using the cultivation method of imparting strength to Feiyun. It could only be said that the situation was dire, and there was no other way. Otherwise, his child would become an ant-like existence in this war-torn world, and he was destined to have no chance to accompany his child through the rest of his life. Wealth comes from danger. Child, you must endure this hardship. Eight Gods Haotian kept comforting himself in his heart. His son had been mentally tough since he was young. He was not like an ordinary child, but more like an adult. But even so, he was still uncertain and could only pray silently for Feiyun.
When the warm current entered Feiyun's body, he even moaned comfortably. However, as the warm current flowed into his body from his father's palm, his body began to become hotter and hotter, and he became more and more uncomfortable. Feiyun began to feel that this was simply a kind of torture. If he didn't know that it was his father behind him, and that his father did everything for his own good, he would have run away long ago. Feiyun gritted his teeth and persisted stubbornly. He felt that his body was getting hotter and hotter as if it was about to melt. As the warm current increased, his body seemed to be unable to hold it anymore. He felt like it was about to explode. Even so, he still persevered. He gritted his teeth so hard that his lips were bleeding. Blood dripped down Feiyun's smooth chin onto the ground.
He didn't know how much time had passed. It might have been a century, or even longer. Even though he had told himself to hold on by biting his lips many times, his consciousness was already starting to blur. Feiyun, who was about to collapse, finally felt that the pair of palms behind him had stopped injecting warmth. Feiyun suddenly felt as if he had been pardoned. His nervous nerves relaxed at once. With a plop, he fell to the ground in front of him and fainted.
When Eight Gods Haotian, who was behind him, saw Feiyun fall, he hurriedly reached out to check for Feiyun's breath. When he realized that Feiyun had only fainted and saw the large pool of blood left behind by Feiyun's bitten lips, he smiled in relief. " Cough cough…" The presumptuous laughter was interrupted by a sudden cough. If Feiyun was still awake, he would have discovered a scene that made his heart ache.
Her originally bright flaxen hair was now more than half white, and the hair was dry and lusterless. Her originally tender skin had now become extremely rough. Her originally smooth lips were now chapped. There was still a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. In just a short while, he had aged by more than forty years. However, he did not seem to know anything. He just sat there and looked at Feiyun, who was lying on the ground, with a loving gaze.
After a while, Eight Gods Haotian slowly got up from the ground and staggered to the bookshelf. He took out an ordinary scroll and walked back to Feiyun. He squatted down and brushed away the hair on Feiyun's forehead. He used his old lips to gently kiss Feiyun's smooth forehead.
In a corner of the basement entrance, a woman was leaning against the wall and secretly looking over. The faint light from the door could be seen on the woman's face from time to time. The ground where the woman stood gradually became moist.
Eight Clouds Vast Heaven had already placed the scroll beside Feiyun. He stood up and made a few strange gestures before saying loudly,"Secret technique-Zi Chou Yin Mao Sealing Technique.”Then, something magical happened. Eight God Flying Cloud, who was lying on the ground, suddenly turned into a golden light and shot into the scroll beside him. In an instant, he disappeared. The originally blank scroll actually had a few lines of strange words. Then, the scroll slowly rolled up on its own and finally closed with a "pop". There were a few words inscribed on the scroll,"The cutest psychic ninja beast in history."
Later, according to the local villagers, it snowed heavily that night, and the whole night echoed with blood-curdling screams and wails.
The next morning, the villagers who went to the mountains to cut firewood found that the outside of the village was covered in white snow, but the snow in the village was a chilling red.
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