Ignoring the surprise of the three of them, Zhuo Fan pointed at the thin man again, and faintly said, "Who are you, one of the seven imperial families?"
"Uh... Junior Xie Nianyang, my father Xie Tianshang, the head of the ten worship of the Xizhou Sword God Sect, my grandfather is one of the seven veterans of the Luomeng Chuangmeng, Xie Xiaofeng!" There is a deep mystery in Zhuo Fan's body, and the thin man dared not dare. Neglecting, hurriedly bowed in response.
Nodded clearly, Zhuo Fan couldn't help but exhale: "So that's it, Jianhou Mansion is a line. Nianyang... Nianyang, by the way, where is your uncle Xie Tianyang, is there his whereabouts?"
"Well, to seniors, I heard what my father said that my uncle Xie Tianyang went back to the mountain forest a hundred years ago, and he is nowhere to be found. Now there is no news from him. My grandfather misses my uncle very much, so he named me Nianyang. !"
"Really, this kid hasn't been back home in a hundred years? It's really free and easy, ha ha ha..." Suddenly chuckled, Zhuo Fan slowly shook his head, but there was a faint sadness in the laughter. And envy.
Once upon a time, he had never thought of returning to hermitage with beauty, but it was a pity that he had no fate!
The three juniors looked at Zhuo Fan like this, but they were even more confused. They looked at each other, or Luo Sifan bowed and cautiously said: "Senior, do you know all the elders in my family?"
"Well, it's a bit related, otherwise it's impossible to see you hairy kids casually!" Unconsciously smiled, Zhuo Fan nodded slightly: "Say, what can you do for me?"
"Uh, Uncle Blind, it's actually like this..."
"Well, Uncle Blind?"
"Yes, the younger generation doesn't know how to call you. The villagers also call you a blind swordsman. Seeing you have such a deep relationship with your father, your niece dares to call you uncle, don't mind."
After hesitating a little, Luo Sifan rolled his eyes to the left and right, and immediately set them up almost: "If you don't like it, I don't know how to call my niece?"
Her lips trembled slightly, Que'er was listening, looking at Zhuo Fan, and chuckled: "Father, this sister is a familiarity, except for the name, it's probably pretty good!"
Yes, in terms of seniority, Luo Yunhai saw that Zhuo Fan was considered to be his elder brother, and his daughter called Zhuo Fan an uncle. Although the seniority was good, he was obviously called younger. It should be uncle, uncle, your uncle or something.
However, Zhuo Fan didn't care about these details, laughed, and waved his hand: "Little girl, when I first saw you, I thought you were a pretty lady, but this shameless appearance of climbing up the bar is quite old-fashioned. , Hahaha... It seems that your father really passed it on."
"It's not my father, it's my aunt!" His cheeks flushed, and Luo Sifan's eyes flashed a shyness: "My aunt said that if you want to be in charge, you have to be so skinless and faceless. That's how my family started back then!"
"Hahaha... That's right, it really started like this back then, and the shameless one is... Hahaha!"
Couldn’t help laughing, Zhuo Fan seemed to think of the old things again. He couldn’t help being full of joy. He had a rare joy in all these years: "Okay, girl, just talk about it. Uncle, I can help. Help!"
He couldn't help being overjoyed, Luo Sifan glanced at the two of them joyfully, and hurriedly bowed and bowed: "Thank you, uncle for your accomplishment. It is true, blind uncle, it will be my father's birthday in two months. My niece wants to be my father. The old man prepared a special birthday gift, but after thinking about it, my father sat in the world and lacked everything. He was really distressed. Later, passing by here, he learned that the seniors' military training is extraordinary, especially the spirit sword, which is rare in the world. Come and ask for a favor, and I hope my uncle will do it!"
"That's it, you are very filial. It is rare to work so hard for your father's birthday gift!" Nodding clearly, Zhuo Fan first praised him, Luo Sifan and the others were also smiling, but soon, Zhuo Fan frowned again and exclaimed, "It's just that your dad's little bastard has passed his life so soon? I haven't passed it yet!"
when!
As if a bronze bell was ringing in his head, the three young juniors were stunned at first hearing this.
What did this girl just say, little bastard? He actually called the leader of the Luo League a little bunny? Who on earth would he dare to slander the master Xizhou in such a way? With the strength of Luo League now, even Ssangyong Supreme would not dare to talk to the leader like this, but he...
But how did they know that in the world, only Zhuo Fan dared to call Luo Yunhai like that. Even if Luo Yunhai stood in front of him, and Zhuo Fan called him that, he would never have the slightest intention of disobeying him.
Especially the old people in Luomeng know more clearly that Zhuo Fan is more than enough to do this in terms of qualifications and qualifications, there is nothing to say!
But these three juniors don't understand it. The leader of the dignified Luo League, being so underestimated, is the first time they have seen it.
Seeing the sudden silly look of the three guys, Que'er couldn't help covering her mouth and let out a laugh, then looked at Zhuo Fan and teased: "Why, daddy, are you jealous? How about this year... My third brother and I also gave it to you. Big birthday?"
"Forget it, I'm not old yet, what long life will I have, noisy!"
Rolling his eyes helplessly, Zhuo Fan couldn't help but shook his head with a smile: "I just didn't expect that Yunhai, a little bunny boy, actually started to live his life. Thinking of seeing him for the first time that year, he still wears crotch pants, I didn't expect... Ha hehe… "
The face couldn't help but the three juniors shook their hearts together again.
This girl has actually seen the leader of the league when he was a child, is it a decisive predecessor in the league? No, but all the heavyweights in the league are those with high strength and power all over Xizhou, with hands and eyes open to the sky. But this old guy has no strength if he wants to be strong, but the Profound Sky is only fivefold, if he has no influence, he is a lonely family, with only one woman with him, and at most one son. He doesn't look like the rich and powerful in the alliance!
Hey, by the way, in the Sky Profound Realm, after another hundred years, how could he be so young? He looked like a young man in his twenties. If it weren't for the villagers to say that he had stayed here for decades, it would be hard for them to imagine that this was a senior.
There were too many questions in their hearts, and the three of them looked at Zhuo Fan in a daze.
After Zhuo Fan laughed, there was still a touch of warmth at the corner of his mouth, he waved his hand suddenly, and shouted: "Little girl, you want a sword, no problem, uncle here are many swords, pick whatever!"
"Yes, thank you blind uncle!"
After a while, Luo Sifan nodded in surprise, and hurriedly pulled Xie Nianyang to the side: "Isn't your family the most researched sword? You can help me see, which one is better for my father as a birthday gift? ?"
"Don't worry, leave it to me, sister Sifan!"
"cut!"
Xie Nianyang nodded suddenly, with a look of intent, and pulled Luo Sifan into the dazzling sword forest. Long Jianshan curled his lips slightly, hummed sourly, and walked in.
However, I don't know this, and I was shocked at first glance.
Xie Nianyang carefully looked at every spirit sword here, but the more he looked at it, the more frightened he became, and his eyes flashed with incredible light.
"If you are optimistic, please hurry up and leave, trouble, hum!" Long Jianshan urged impatiently, Luo Sifan also stared at him closely, with hopeful wings in his eyes: "How, Xie Nianyang, which one do you think is better?"
"Subtle, too subtle, no one is perfect, there is no good sword in the world. What is particularly strange is that I sometimes feel that this grade of spirit sword is even more dazzling and precious than the ninth grade of spirit sword. I don't even know it. I'll pick you one or nine..."
"Of course I have chosen Rank Nine, what would it be like to give a Rank 1 spirit sword to the Patriarch?"
Cannot help but sneer, Long Jianshan immediately sarcastically said: "You are still a swordsman at your house. Everyone knows that the 9th grade is better than the 1st grade. Are you still entangled here? If you want me to say, just leave the highest grade. What’s the highest here, Nine-Rank, let’s carry it!"
"But... I think Yipin is better..."
"Fart, how can one rank better than nine, your head is watt?"
Xie Nianyang hesitated, not knowing how to choose, but Long Jianshan yelled and laughed: "Sister Sifan, have you seen it? This girl brags about how much he knows about swords every day. I don’t know anything. It’s not clear which is better than the 9th rank, you still let him pick the sword for you? Hahaha... I'm really laughing at me, or brother, let me help you!"
"I don't need to pick the sword here, any one is unparalleled in the world. Then Xie Nianyang doesn't know how to choose, but it just proves that he knows the sword!"
However, at this moment, Zhuo Fan smiled slightly, stood up slowly, came to the sword forest, touched the sword body one by one, and said quietly: "Swords are like people, and every sword is unique. The existence of the sword has its own spirituality. It does not matter whether it is the first rank or the ninth rank. People are picking swords, and swords are picking people. Each sword has its own kendo. If it does not match the kendo of the person who makes the sword, Then it will be a stranger, unable to resonate. On the contrary, it will be the opposite!"
"Just now Xie Nianyang hesitated on the first- and ninth-rank spirit swords, ha ha ha... As expected of the descendants of the Jianhou Mansion, he really knows about swords. That ninth-rank spirit sword was made by me three years ago, and this spirit sword is mine. It was cast three months ago. Whenever I have a new understanding of kendo, I will start with the first-rank sword and continue to refine it to the twelfth rank. Every time I have a little understanding, I will repeat this way and feel the essence of the sword. Although this ninth-rank sword High-rank, but shallow swordsmanship. Although this sword is of low-rank, deep swordsmanship, it is more suitable for cultivation and comprehension!"
"Hmph, joke, isn't the Spirit Sword just a weapon? It's the first time I heard that you can practice and comprehend with a weapon!" Hearing this, Long Jianshan couldn't help but sneered and uttered contemptuously.
The corner of his mouth curled up, and Zhuo Fan curled his mouth disdainfully: "I used to think like you, but people who don't understand naturally don't know the true meaning of it. If you don't treat the sword as a friend, how can he tell you the center of the sword? The sword is the king of a hundred soldiers, and has its own arrogance. If you are not sincere, it is naturally difficult to grasp the essence of it. This is why so many people understand kendo, some are shallow, some are deep, except In addition to qualifications and understanding, sincerity is also very important!"