Han Feng couldn't help but laugh. He nodded and touched Yang Ziang's forehead."Yes, when Uncle earns a lot of money, he will go back and buy land to build a mansion.”Be a big landlord.
Just as Yang Ziang was about to speak, his father called out from inside the ironware shop. Yang Ziang quickly responded and said to Han Feng with a bitter face,"Sigh, I'm going to forge the Spirit Crossing Ironware again.”He then returned to the blacksmith shop helplessly.
Yang Ziang's father's scolding came from inside the shop. Han Feng took a sip of wine and sat quietly at the door. At this time, some snowflakes gradually fell from the sky. Slowly, the snowflakes became bigger and bigger. The first snow of the year fell silently from the sky.
The temperature suddenly dropped.
The snowflakes hit Han Feng's face and quickly melted into ice water. Han Feng raised his head and looked at the hazy sky. After a long time, he stretched out his right hand and casually clenched his fist. Immediately, the snowflakes around him gathered.
Han Feng took a deep breath and released his right hand. The snowflakes immediately dissipated and began to drift in all directions again. This scene happened very quickly. No one noticed anything unusual. They just lowered their heads and hurried on their way.
As the sky darkened, the number of pedestrians gradually decreased. In the end, there was no one on the entire street. Even the shops around them had closed their doors in advance because of the heavy snow. They no longer did business, but gathered around the fire stove to keep warm.
This warmth was not only on the body, but also on the soul. The warmth of a family reunion could drive away any coldness.
Han Feng's eyes gradually revealed a despondent look. The coldness brought by the snowflakes was really insignificant to him. However, at this moment, he looked at the surrounding shops that had lit up. Only his shop was dark on the entire street. A trace of coldness suddenly rose in his heart.
This coldness could not be dispelled by any fire source, nor could it be made up by any divine power or spell. This coldness was the price of comprehending the supreme Great Dao and the laws of the universe. It was a necessity to experience life.
If he wanted to break through, he had to become a mortal first.
However, turning into a mortal was easier said than done. Now that Han Feng had experienced Dugu's loneliness, he knew that he had to continue experiencing it.
Compared to this loneliness, it was true loneliness when the people around him died one by one, as if he was the only one in the world.
Han Feng was silent. After a long time, he staggered to his feet. At this moment, he seemed to have aged. He slowly tidied up the chair at the door and returned to the shop, gently closing the door.
After a long time, a ball of fire lit up in the shop. Although it looked no different from the other shops around it, in reality, this fire was only on the surface. There was a deep loneliness hidden inside.
Han Feng, Shangguan Yuqing, and Han Chentian sat beside the stove. It was warm inside the shop, but his heart was getting colder and colder. After a long silence, Han Feng took out a statue from his Sea of Consciousness and placed it beside him.
This statue was carved with the person he had a crush on in his previous life. Cheng Wan 'er
As he looked at the statue, the coldness in Han Feng's heart gradually lessened. He then took out the statue of his mother, which he then took out from his bag of holding and placed around the furnace.
There were boyfriends and girlfriends in the statues, old and young. They were all neighbors from the small village in his previous life.
Looking at these statues, Han Feng revealed a smile. Although this smile was filled with a trace of satisfaction, if anyone saw this smile at this moment, they would feel that this was not a smile at all. It was clearly a silent cry. Seeing this, Shangguan Yuqing leaned her head on Han Feng's shoulder.
The fire flickered, and the light and darkness were uncertain. It was the same when it was reflected on people's faces. When it was reflected on those wood carvings, it gave off a strange feeling.
As he picked up the statues, the coldness in Han Feng's heart gradually lessened. However, although he was less lonely, he was more sorrowful.
" I can't let go…I can't let go…" Han Feng muttered to himself. When he was in the book world and when he had just transmigrated, he couldn't let go of his family from his previous life. Even now, he still couldn't let go.
However, this feeling was different from the past. If he wanted to break through, he had to become a mortal first. If he truly let go of his family and everything else, it would be impossible for him to become a mortal.
The reason why every cultivator of the Saint Cultivation Realm was powerful was not only because of their cultivation level, but also because they had a deeply hidden emotion in their hearts. It was this emotion that allowed them to turn into mortals and use it to break through to the Saint Cultivation Realm.
It was precisely because of this obsession that Han Feng did not encounter too many setbacks in his attempt to become a mortal. Instead, he gradually felt the feeling of a mortal.
At this moment, he was immersed in the thoughts of his mother and Wan Er. He was quietly comprehending this feeling. The magic power in his body began to rotate crazily once again. This rotation gradually came out of his body. All the wood carvings in the shop suddenly emitted a trace of magic power fluctuation. It was the same as the magic power in Han Feng's body.
Gradually, the magic power spun faster and faster, and it leaked out of the shop.
When the snowflakes fell from the sky and landed on the roof of the shop, they spun as well, forming hexagonal snowflakes that rapidly slid in all directions.
The snow continued to fall more and more heavily. After a long time, Han Feng gradually came to his senses. In that instant, a small portion of the wood carvings on the shelves shattered.
Although this small half of the wood carving was broken, the spiritual might it gave off was even stronger than before, and its quality had also increased.
Han Feng took a look and took a deep breath.
He stood up and pushed open the door of the shop. A cold light blew into his face, mixed with countless cold snowflakes. Han Feng raised his head to look at the sky and said calmly,"I, Han Feng, must obtain the second stage of the Primordial Pride Art!”
The snowflakes falling from the sky became heavier, and a thick layer of snow piled up on the ground. At this moment, the door of the ironware shop opposite suddenly opened. Yang Ziang and his father were about to go out when they saw Han Feng standing opposite them. They were stunned for a moment. Then, Yang Ziang ran a few steps and stepped on the snow, making crunching sounds. He came to Han Feng's side and shouted,"Uncle Han, did you know we were coming?”With that, he entered the room and sat down by the fire.
Yang Ziang's father smiled and said to Han Feng,""Brother Han, are you busy?"
"No rush, come in and talk." Han Feng smiled and moved aside.”
Yang Ziang's father entered the room and looked at the wood carvings around him with envy. Then he put down the wooden basket in his hand and rubbed his hands. He seemed to want to say something, but he was too embarrassed to say it.
At this moment, Yang Ziang, who was sitting beside the stove, saw the statues of Han Feng's mother and Cheng Wan 'er. He immediately exclaimed,"Uncle Han, why haven't I seen these statues before?”
Han Feng closed the door and sat at the side. He said,"It was made in the past."
Yang Ziang stared at the statues and said,""Uncle Han, who are the people carved on these statues?”
Han Feng's eyes revealed a trace of nostalgia as he slowly said,"They are my relatives."
Yang Ziang was stunned and stopped asking. He quickly stood up and ran to the wooden basket. He opened the lid and saw three exquisite dishes and two pots of fruit wine.
Han Feng glanced at Yang Ziang's father with a faint smile. In the past three years, he had been in contact with Yang Ziang's father often. This was the first time he had seen this straightforward man. Obviously, Yang Ziang had something to ask him for help.
"Brother Yang, if you have something to say, just say it.”Han Feng said.
Yang Ziang's father hesitated for a moment, rubbed his hands, and said awkwardly,""It's fine, it's fine."
Yang Ziang looked at the small dishes in the wooden basket, swallowed, and reached into it. His father glared at him, scaring Yang Ziang so much that he quickly stopped and muttered unhappily,""I just want to borrow some silver. What's there to be embarrassed about?”
Yang Ziang's father blushed and scolded,""Little brat, wait until you get home.”
Yang Ziang stuck out his tongue and said to Han Feng,""Uncle Han, my father is too embarrassed to say it. I'll say it. My mother is planning to buy the shop next door and make it bigger, but she doesn't have enough money.”
Yang Ziang's father sighed and looked at Han Feng. He said helplessly,""Brother Han, your sister-in-law always said that our shop is small, so there aren't many people who come to buy ironware. She saw that Old Cao's shop next door was about to be rented out, so she decided to rent it.”
Han Feng smiled and nodded. He picked up the wine pot in the wooden basket and took a sip."How much do you want?"
Yang Ziang's father hesitated and said,""His shop is quite big, and he has to pay for two years at a time. He needs 500 taels of scarlet silver…hmm…300 taels of scarlet silver, 300 taels is enough.”
Yang Ziang pouted and whispered,"" Mother clearly said that you need 800 taels…" Before he could say anything, his father glared at him fiercely.
Han Feng nodded and did not say anything. He stood up and went to the back room. There was a big box there, which was filled with gold and silver items. Han Feng casually picked up a piece of pure gold that was worth ten taels and returned to the shop. He placed it in front of Yang Ziang's father.
When Yang Ziang's father saw the gold, he was stunned and quickly said,""I don't need that much. Brother Han, take it back quickly. I only need to borrow 300 taels of scarlet silver.”As far as he was concerned, there were at least ten taels of pure gold, which was far more than what he needed.
Han Feng picked up the wine jug and said with a smile," Big Brother Yang, this money isn't for you. It's for me to buy wine. From now on, I'll buy a jug of wine every day. Your fruit wine is not bad. Ten years of wine money is worth it."”
Yang Ziang's father hesitated for a moment, then said excitedly,""Brother Han, this…"
Yang Ziang rolled his eyes and said,"Dad, just take it. Uncle Han sells a wood carving for ten taels of red gold."?”
Yang Ziang's father glared at Yang Ziang again, then took a deep breath. He picked up the wine pot and took a big gulp. He nodded and said,"Brother Han, what do you mean by eight or ten years? As long as you stay here for a day, I'll send you a pot every day.”
Han Feng smiled lightly. Looking at the father and son before him, his heart was no longer cold. Instead, it was slowly filled with a trace of warmth.
That night, Yang Ziang's father drank a lot. Two pots of wine were obviously not enough. Yang Ziang waited on him until he brought the tenth pot.
In the end, Yang Ziang's father passed out drunk, but he held the red gold tightly in his arms and was supported by Yang Ziang.
Before leaving, Yang Ziang whispered to Han Feng,""Uncle Han, I have a lot of wine at home. My father doesn't want me to tell anyone. In fact, there are several large jars in my cellar that were left behind by my ancestors. I heard that there are even a lot buried underground. If my father hadn't insisted on not selling them, my mother wouldn't have asked him to borrow money.”
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