Chapter 179

Hearing Master Fenghuo's words, everyone's eyes lit up.

If the Golden Lion King can really extend his lifespan, it would be an extremely good thing for everyone.

In this abandoned world, almost everyone follows the Golden Lion King. The longer the opponent survives, the more stable the world will be.

Although the White Jade Demon Elephant King and the Fire Qilin Demon King are also one of the Three Great Demon Kings, they are far inferior to the Golden Lion King in terms of seniority, seniority and prestige.

"I don't know what your lord can do?" The Golden Lion King's lips moved slightly at this time, and the whole person seemed very excited.

No one in this world would think that their lifespan is too long, even if it is just to appreciate some of the elegance of this world, it is a particularly beautiful thing for everyone.

Lord Fenghuo glanced at Lin Xiu, and then said aloud: "Since Lin Xiu's blood talent is about life, then I think, if Ling Xiu uses the ancient blood and talent on you, it will Won't it be able to slow some of the rate of aging?"

Lin Xiu was also slightly taken aback at this time, but after thinking about it, such a method might really work.

The Golden Lion King looked at Lin Xiu beggingly in his eyes.

"Master, as long as you can help me extend my lifespan, no matter what you tell me to do, I will be an old man, and I will go through fire and water, and I will do whatever I want."

"The old senior's words are a bit serious. No matter what, I will try my best." Lin Xiu also knows how to buy people's hearts. At this time, he also gave the Golden Lion King some face.

The other two demon kings had inexplicable lights in their eyes at this time. If Lin Xiu could really help them extend their lives, it would be a great benefit to them.

Just imagine, after reaching the end of their lifespan, if they can unexpectedly gain some lifespan, and make their cultivation breakthrough, so as to obtain more abundant lifespan.

With such a temptation, everyone can't help but be moved.

"In that case, Lin Xiu, you can go ahead and give it a try." Master Feng Huo looked at Lin Xiu gently with beautiful eyes, his eyes were full of encouragement.

It would be a very good thing for Lin Xiu if he could really take these three demon kings under his command completely. In the future, as his cultivation continues to improve, he must leave Guiyuan Domain to explore more For the vast world.

At that time, Lin Xiu's family needed these demon kings to protect them.

Under Guiyuanzong's rule, apart from the royal families of the major dynasties, basically all warriors who reached the Tianyuan realm belonged to Guiyuanzong.

And with the protection of the three great demon kings, the Lin family will surely rise to the top and become the most popular family in the sect.

Such a situation, just thinking about it, made him very excited.

Without further ado, Lin Xiu immediately started his own actions.

He made complex palm prints with both hands, and then mobilized the vitality in his body, directly pouring vigorous vitality into the old body of the Golden Lion King.

As this energy of vitality continued to enter the body, the Golden Lion King only felt that his vitality had become much younger for a moment, and that his whole body was sometimes full of inexhaustible strength.

His face became more and more rosy, and his aura became more and more vigorous. Before everyone felt a throbbing, the drop in cultivation caused by the loss of essence and blood had a substantial recovery.

But Lin Xiu's situation was indeed not optimistic. With the continuous loss of vitality in his body, he became drowsy.

Then, I fell into a very strange dream again.

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When the first touch of yellow in late autumn fades, the whole land ushers in a season that symbolizes silence—winter.

For those rich people who have thousands of acres of fertile land, the arrival of winter is nothing more than a matter of adding a few clothes, but for those poor people who are not clothed, winter really wants them life!

At this time, in Saibei, it was snowing heavily, and both the poor and the rich were all huddled on their beds. Without him, this year's Saibei is really too cold, even those officials and eunuchs who like to enjoy the snow and plum blossoms every year wrapped in thick fox fur coats, have all lit up the stoves at home at this moment, and put away their jumpy temper , began to quiet down.

In a brightly lit mansion, there was a young man in a purple mink fur coat, holding a heater in both hands, yawning non-stop.

"Xiao Zi, has it been snowing for quite a while?" The young man suddenly tilted his head and looked at the maid in the corner of the room who was constantly adding firewood to the earth dragon.

The maid named Xiao Zi, when she saw her young master asking questions, she was not in a hurry to answer. She first touched the burning charcoal with the tongs in her hand, then raised her head, and replied with a smile on her face:

"Master, isn't it? This year's snow is really heavy. I have grown up so much, and I have never seen such a heavy snow."

Hearing this, the young man's handsome face froze, and his brows frowned into the word "Chuan".

"I'm wearing a fox fur coat, and the ground dragon is still burning in the house, and I'm cold all over my body. What should I do to those ordinary people who can barely maintain their food and clothing!" Come on.

"Xiao Zi, you stay here, I have something to go out." The young man lightly instructed the maid who was still fiddling with the firewood, took a coir raincoat from the hanger, put it on immediately, and left go out.

"Master, how should I explain to Madam after you left?" Xiao Zi couldn't help shouting as she watched the young man about to leave.

That night, Fu Fan, the young master of the Fu family in Huaining City, bought all the charcoal in the charcoal shop in the city. What's even more incredible is that he took seven or eight slaves overnight and gave all the charcoal to those who couldn't afford it. Charcoal poor families, which makes the rich in the city can't help secretly slandering their prodigal families. But more people in Huaining City admired Fu Fan very much. The young master of the Fu family did not know how many such things he had done in these years.

The next day, at dawn, Fu Fan returned to Fu's house with the slave who distributed the charcoal last night.

Resisting his exhaustion, Fu Fan first thanked the slave who ran with him through the snow all night, and then dragged his tired body to his small courtyard.

But before he reached the gate of the small courtyard, he was hugged directly by the woman who walked towards him.

"My son, on such a cold day, you went out of the house without saying a word last night. If it wasn't for that girl Xiaozi who slipped her mouth, I would still be in the dark. Tell mother, is it cold?" Cold?" The woman who was also wrapped in a thick fox fur coat grabbed Fu Fan's hand, put it in her palm and rubbed it carefully, and then kept blowing hot air on her son's red hand that was cold from the cold. .

"Mother, the child is not cold, but the child is still wearing the sable fur you specially gave me a few days ago." Fu Fan spoke softly, comforting the distressed woman in front of him.

This woman is Fu Fan's mother, the mistress of the Fu family - Chu Ying.

The three generations of the Fu family were single-handed. In Fu Fan's generation, not only the ancestors of the family doted on him, but the mother was too fond of him. Even the patriarch of the Fu family, who was always ruthless outside, ignored some of his son's "prodigal behavior".

And Fu Fan has been kind by nature since he was a child, and he can't see a little bit of injustice. For those poor people, he often extends his helping hand, especially on some disaster days, he personally delivers rice to them Send food.

In Huaining City, no matter men, women, young or old, even if they are enemies of the Fu family, when mentioning the young master of the Fu family, Fu Fan, they can't help giving a thumbs up, saying that the children of the Fu family are really good people.

Fu Fan was embraced by his mother all the way into the room, comforted his mother for a while, and made a promise that he would notify her in advance the next time he went out, and then sent his loving mother away.

Lying on his own soft bed, without taking off his thick clothes, Fu Fan just pulled off his goose down quilt and fell into a deep sleep, he was so tired.

This time, Fu Fan slept until the afternoon when the sun was about to set. During this period, he even ignored Xiao Zi calling him to have lunch.

The hunger in his abdomen could not be suppressed for a long time, but the exhaustion in Fu Fan's eyes was swept away. After waking up, his mental head had recovered to a seven or eight.

Asking Xiaozi to reheat the porridge for noon, she drank it in one gulp, and burped in satisfaction. Fu Fan turned over and got out of bed, sighing heavily at the snowflakes that were still falling outside the window.

Those people have suffered a lot, I just hope that the charcoal last night can help them a little bit.

Calculating the time, I figured it was almost evening class time, and after talking to Xiao Zi, Fu Fan went directly to the study of the Fu family, where his father Fu Chen was waiting for him.

Although Fu Fan is the only son of the Fu family and is very much loved by the old lady in the mansion, he is in awe of his father.

Fu Chen, as the general guarding the border of the Jiangchu Dynasty, is not only powerful in himself, but also has made great achievements on the battlefield, and he also has extremely strict requirements on family management!

In the past, Fu Chen did not obstruct Fu Fan's seemingly childish behavior. First, it was because Fu Fan was still young, so it was a good thing to have such a pure heart. The great cause is great, and it can withstand such profligacy.

But now, everything is different.

Fu Fan went all the way to Fu Chen's study room, and as soon as he entered the room, he saw his father standing in front of the desk splashing ink.

Naturally, Fu Chen also noticed his son's arrival, but he didn't pay attention to it, and still buried himself in the desk.

After a long time, Fu Chen straightened up, sat on the chair, and waved for Fu Fan to come forward.

"Xiaofan, did you go to deliver charcoal to those poor people last night?" Fu Chen looked at his only son with a calm expression.

"Yes, father, how can those poor people live in such a day." Fu Fan raised his head, with a hint of worry on his face.

"Each family has its own way of life. For so many years, if everyone is as unbearable as you think, and needs help from others over and over again when encountering minor disasters, then what's the matter?" Is it the Great World of Jiangchu Dynasty?" Fu Chen said coldly.

"But, but..." Hearing what his father said, Fu Fan was about to refute immediately.

"But what?" Before he could finish speaking, Fu Chen directly interrupted Fu Fan's next words.

"You have to know that only when you know your own situation can you have the motivation to keep climbing. If a person is hungry and does not need to work, someone will bring food to him, and someone will hand him tea when he is thirsty. What is the meaning of the law? If you want to live a better life, of course you need to constantly strive, work hard, and rise up, this is what a man does!"

Seeing his son's face turned red when he said it, Fu Chen's face softened a lot, and he said:

"This society has its own reasons. When I tell you this, I don't want you to stop doing good deeds and do good deeds. I hope you understand that a person's life depends on himself, not on others. People can easily help."

Fu Fan stood with his hands down, quietly listening to his father's teachings. Although he couldn't accept it all at once, he knew in his heart that what Fu Chen said was the truth.

But what Fu Chen said next really terrified Fu Fan.

"I received a secret report last night that the Li people on the border are restless again. Several groups of cavalry have entered our Jiangchu border, and they are going to start looting our Jiangchu people again." Fu Chen's tone was very light, but Fu Fan I could feel a bitter murderous aura in it.

"I'm telling you this just to let you know that it's just a small act of kindness to give some food to those poor people and keep them warm for a while, but it's only good to go to the frontier to protect my rivers and mountains and keep my people in Jiangchu away from the turmoil of war. It's great kindness." Fu Chen stood up from the chair, staring at his son and said.

"But father, even though I intend to kill the enemy, I have never really touched a knife or gun. How can I be on the battlefield?" After reading some books, but having never touched a sword at all, he looked a little embarrassed.

"I have no intention of letting you go to the battlefield with me. I have already prepared for you. After I leave tomorrow, you will be sent to a place where I will start practicing martial arts. I hope you can bear it." That pain." Fu Chen finally had a smile on his face.

"Xiao Fan, what kind of person do you think you are?" Just when Fu Fan was thinking about where his father would send him, Fu Chen suddenly interrupted his contemplation.

Fu Fan stood there and thought for a long time before he turned his bright eyes on his father: "I am an ordinary person, and I just want to see that everyone is like me without too much trouble."

"Hey, Xiaofan, you are a good person." For some reason, this sentence, which should be a compliment, came out of Fu Chen's mouth, but with a touch of sigh.

Fu Fan couldn't think of so much, and his heart was full of joy. My father actually praised me as a good person, so I was a good person.

Good people are good, but good people have a bad life. Ye Chen wasted so much talking about sending his son to practice martial arts. Is it really for his son to be a better person in the future? Nonsense, which goshawk does not protect its calf? What's more, Fu Chen, as a well-known military general in Jiangchu, how could he not make plans for his only son?

In doing this, he was just thinking that one day even if he was gone, Fu Fan would be able to do his own thing happily and be capable of doing his own thing!

He doesn't want his "good man" son to be hurt, and he will never allow it!

The Jiangchu Dynasty has been devoting itself to developing the country's economy over the years, and has never really paid attention to some small troubles of the Li people. What's more, since His Majesty the current emperor has been enthroned, he has worked hard to govern Jiangchu. scene. The Li people wanted to fight the autumn wind at this time, but it was the time for the Jiangchu court to show their strength.

And he, Fu Chen, as the general of Zhenbei who guards the northern part of the imperial court, how could he let the Li people do whatever they want?

It snowed heavily in Saibei, and the child felt hesitant.

The general wields a long halberd, who dares to be rampant?