Chapter 44 is the dragon's unwillingness to pan the nine abyss

When people die, everything is lonely, but there is sadness in the world, and the heart hurts.

Huang Feng's heart is empty, and he still can't accept the fact that his father has left. He silently picked up Huang Yan's body, which gradually lost its temperature, staggered, stepped on blood marks, and walked out of the hall. A bleak wind blew and lifted the blood-stained clothes, as if this was Huang Feng's mood at this moment.

Three thousand iron riders made way on a road. Huang Feng held Huang Yan's body and walked to Crouching Tiger Mountain and climbed to the top of the mountain. The breeze is gentle, brushing the tip of the hair, the scenery on the mountain is spectacular, the wind is gentle and the sun is beautiful, and the warm sun shines on Huang Feng. He can't feel the warmth, and some of them are sad and cold.

He sat on a huge stone, looking at the auspicious clouds in the sky, with a satisfied smile on the corners of his mouth.

"What's wrong with him? Isn't it that you can't stand the stimulation?" Qin Shuanger's eyebrows showed worry.

"Here, the good memories of him and Yanbo are preserved. Before his death, Yanbo liked to sit on this big stone with Huang Feng and look at the clouds. Nangong Feng said quietly and came forward silently and sat next to Huang Feng. The three are the same posture as a few years ago, but the difference is that there is no breath of life.

A day passed, the sun slanted in the west, the remnant sun was like blood, the sky was burning, and a feeling of loneliness suddenly rose. Huang Feng was stunned. As a princess of a country, Qin Shuanger actually stood for a day. Three thousand iron riders looked up at the foot of the mountain. Their faces were resolute and silent, and some of them mourned the dead.

"Enough, Huang Feng." Nangong Feng turned around and said, "Yanbo's body can't last long, and it needs to be buried for peace. The dead are gone, and the living need courage and strength.

Huang Feng stood up and looked down at Huang Yan's faded cheeks, with a smile at the corners of his mouth. He exhaled a turbid breath and stared at the burning clouds in the sky.

"Kid, what are you thinking?" The snake roared, "Didn't I tell you that becoming an immortal can reverse time and space, and it's not difficult to resurrect a person?"

"There is only one way to save your father. Be an immortal!"

When Huang Feng heard the words, his fingertips moved and muttered, "Beiortal!"

"What?" Nangong Feng was stunned.

"I want to become an immortal!" Huang Feng suddenly roared, "Dad, I will never want you to leave like this. No matter how long it takes, we will definitely get together again!"

Rolling sound waves rippled in the jungle, shocking countless birds and beasts. A teenager full of ambition roared from the depths of his soul at this moment.

"He..." Qin Shuanger's wonderful eyes flowed with mysterious light, as if thinking, and then shook her head. She knows best what an immortal is. A fairy is rare in the secular world. She is a princess of a country, so she can be a teacher. But it's just a teacher. It's still far from becoming an immortal.

And the real immortal is powerful, and I don't know how many times more powerful than the immortal.

"If you want to become an immortal, where is the road to becoming an immortal?" Huang Feng asked.

"Heavenly practice." The four words of the snake weigh more than a thousand catties.

Huang Feng knelt down and dug open the hard soil with his hands. His mind was full of thoughts, and his face calmed down.

"This..." Qin Shuanger wanted to stop it, but Nangong Feng shook his head. He believes that Huang Feng will never be bald because of this, and he can feel Huang Feng's inner fighting spirit burning.

An hour later, a big pit appeared, and Huang Feng's ten fingers flowed blood unconsciously. Gently put Huang Yan's body in, stared deeply at the last glance, deeply imprinted the memory in his mind, and then buried it.

Cangling!

The Phoenix sword came out of its sheath, split the huge stone out of a stone tablet, engraved the words on it, and painted silver hooks, strong and powerful.

The funeral of Huang Yan is simple and solemn. It is not secular solemnity, but solemnity from the heart.

"Dad, you just look at your favorite Yuntian here and wait for me." Huang Feng kowtowed three times and raised his head to the sky with his last roar. Resolutely walk down the top of the mountain.

The next day, Nangong Feng cleared the family dead, issued pensions and so on, and then came to Huangfu with Qin Shuanger. Huang Feng stood in the yard and stared at the sky. It was already late.

"Brother Feng, I heard that after death, people will turn into stars in the sky. I believe my father will look at me in the sky." Huang Feng muttered.

"Ye, he will keep watching us." Nangong Feng nodded.

Huang Feng turned around and looked at Qin Shuanger, "Thank you for your kindness. I will remember this kindness in my heart."

Qin Shuanger shook her head, "It's just a favor."

Immediately stopped talking, led 3,000 iron riders and went back to recover.

"Huang Feng..." Nangong Feng was still a little worried. He knew best how deep the relationship between Huang Feng and Huang Yan was, and he was worried that Huang Summit would not let go.

"Brother Feng, needless to say. I'm fine. I want to be quiet during this period. Huang Feng interrupted Nangong Feng's words. Is he bald?

No, he is not bald. Huang Feng's mind has sprouted an unprecedented madness. Huang Yan's death did break his heart, but it also made him want to practice harder.

"Kid, what are you going to do?" After sending Nangong Feng away, Huang Feng went straight to the casting room and ordered the servants to bring a large number of fine steel and mold materials every day, pulling the bellows, and burning in the furnace with a high temperature of 3,000 to 4,000 degrees. Ordinary people can't stand such heat.

"I want the casting family, the reputation of the Huang family, to sweep the mainland again." Huang Feng's eyes are as bright as snow, bright and scary.

Ten days later, there was a shocking sound of iron impact in the casting room every day, and various artistic conceptions circulated in the Huangfu. As soon as the servants were free, they came to listen to this wonderful sound. It's even more beautiful than the best Kagura. The servants never thought that the harsh sound of the casting could be so wonderful.

"Look, another sword has been sent out." The servants hurried forward and grabbed the long sword flowing out of a gap.

The sword is three feet long and two fingers wide. The blade is snow-white, and the body of the sword has a golden lightning-like line, which makes this sword even more extraordinary. The hilt of the sword is a tiger down the mountain, which is fierce and adds a little fierceness out of thin air. The sword body spit out from the fierce tiger's mouth, as if he wanted to kill.

There is a brand near the hilt of the sword. If you look carefully, it is definitely the word 'yellow'. Huang Feng announced to the world with the simplest and most direct brand that the Huang family would come out again.

"This is the third sharp sword. Look at this quality, I don't know how many times better than the one sold on the market."

"Don't talk nonsense, send it to Master Feng quickly."

Servants don't know the sword, but when they see that the blade is cold and sharp, it seems to pierce people's hearts, they know that this is a good sword of excellent quality that can't be forged by ordinary people.

At this time, Qin Shuanger led 3,000 iron riders back to the palace, and General Mo happened to be here. For ten days, he tried his best to encircle and suppress the Xiahou family and exterminate the family. Except for a few powerful existences, he broke through the siege and left, and everyone else was killed.

"Father, the Nangong family has been relieved." Qin Shuanger returned to life, "It's just that Huang Feng's mood is not very stable for the time being."

"Don't worry, if it's a dragon, it's definitely unwilling to coil under the nine abyss." The king smiled and was full of confidence, but there was a glimmer in your heart for the escaped members of the Xiahou family.