Hearing Lord Feng Huo's words, everyone's eyes lit up.
If the Golden Lion King could really extend his lifespan, it would be an extremely good thing for everyone.
In this abandoned world, almost everyone followed the Golden Lion King's lead. The longer the Golden Lion King lived, the more stable the world would be.
Although the White Jade Elephant King and the Fire Qilin Monster King were also part of the three great monster kings, in terms of experience, seniority, and reputation, they were far from the Golden Lion King.
"I wonder what Lord has in mind?" The Golden Lion King's lips moved slightly at this moment and he seemed very excited.
No one in this world would complain about having too much lifespan. Even if it was just to experience a little more of this world, it was a particularly beautiful thing for everyone.
Lord Feng Huo glanced at Lin Xiu and said, "Since Lin Xiu's bloodline innate talent is related to life, then I think, if a spirit cultivator uses the ancient bloodline and innate talent on you, will it be able to slow down the speed of aging?"
Lin Xiu was slightly taken aback at this time, but he thought about it again and felt that this method might really work.
The Golden Lion King looked at Lin Xiu with a pleading gaze.
"Master, as long as you can help me extend my lifespan, in the future, no matter what you ask me to do, this old man will definitely do it. I will go through water and tread on fire without hesitation."
"Old senior, your words are a little too serious. No matter what, I will try my best." Lin Xiu also knew how to win people's hearts and gave the Golden Lion King some face at this time.
The eyes of the other two great monster kings flickered with an inexplicable light at this time. If Lin Xiu could really help them extend their lifespan, it would also be a great benefit to them.
Just imagine, after reaching the end of their lifespan, if they could accidentally gain some lifespan and could make a breakthrough in their cultivation, they would be able to obtain a more abundant lifespan.
Such a temptation, everyone couldn't help but be tempted.
"In that case, Lin Xiu, go ahead and give it a try." Lord Feng Huo looked at Lin Xiu with her beautiful eyes full of encouragement.
If he could really take these three great monster kings under his command, it would also be a very good thing for Lin Xiu. As his cultivation continued to improve in the future, he would definitely leave the Gui Yuan Region and explore a wider world.
At that time, Lin Xiu's family would need these monster kings to protect them.
Under the rule of the Returning Garden Sect, other than the royal families of the various dynasties, basically all the warriors who had reached the Heavenly Yuan Stage belonged to the Returning Garden Sect.
With the protection of the Three Great Daemon Kings, the Lin Family would definitely rise rapidly and become a powerful family in the sect.
Just thinking about such a situation made him very excited.
Without further ado, Lin Xiu immediately began to act.
He formed a complicated hand seal with both of his hands. Then, he circulated the vitality in his body and poured it into the Golden Lion King's aged body.
Along with the unceasing flow of this vitality into its body, the Golden Lion King felt that its vitality had become a lot younger. Sometimes, its entire body had an inexhaustible amount of power.
His face became more and more rosy, and the aura on his body also became more and more vigorous, causing everyone to feel their hearts palpitate. The drop in cultivation caused by the loss of essence blood had greatly recovered.
But Lin Xiu's situation was not optimistic. As the vitality in his body continued to flow away, he became drowsy.
Then, he fell into a very strange dream again.
… …
When the first trace of yellow in late autumn faded, the entire land welcomed a season that symbolized loneliness - midwinter.
To those rich people who sat on thousands of acres of fertile land, the arrival of winter was nothing. It was nothing more than a matter of adding a few more clothes. But to those poor people who did not have enough clothes to cover their bodies, winter would really take their lives!
At this time, in the northern frontier, snow was swirling. Regardless of whether it was the rich or the poor, they were all curled up in their beds. This year's weather in the Northern Frontier was simply too cold. Even the sons of officials who loved to wear thick fox fur coats every year to enjoy the snow and plum blossoms had all lit up the stoves in their homes. They put away their lively temperaments and began to quiet down.
In a brightly lit house, there was a young man wearing a purple mink fur coat. He was holding a furnace with both hands and yawning non-stop.
"Little Violet, it has been snowing for a few days, right?" The young man suddenly tilted his head and looked at the servant girl in the corner of the room who was constantly adding firewood for the earth dragon.
The servant girl named Little Zi was not in a hurry to answer her young master's question. She used the tongs in her hand to poke at the burning charcoal first, then raised her head and answered with a sweet smile on her face, "Little Zi,
"Young master, isn't that so? The snow this year is really heavy. I have never seen such heavy snow in my life. "
When the young man heard this, his handsome face froze and his brows furrowed into a "Chuan" character.
"I am wearing a fox fur coat and the earth dragon is still burning in the house. I am still cold all over. What about the commoners who can barely maintain their food and clothing!" The young man's heart ached faintly and he could not help but worry about the poor people in the city.
"Little Violet, stay here, I have something to do." The young man instructed the servant girl who was still fiddling with the firewood. He took a straw raincoat from the clothes rack and immediately put it on and walked out.
"Young master, how am I going to explain it to Madam if you leave?" Little Violet looked at the young man's departing figure and could not help but shout.
That night, the young master of Huining City's Fu family, Fu Fan, bought all the charcoal in the city's charcoal shop. What was even more unbelievable was that he actually brought seven or eight servants to distribute all the charcoal to the poor families who could not afford to burn charcoal. This caused the rich families in the city to secretly criticize him for his squandering. But even more people in Huining City admired Fu Fan. It was unknown how many times the young master of the Fu family had done such things over the years.
The next day, when the sky was just beginning to brighten, Fu Fan brought the servant who had distributed the charcoal the night before back to the Fu family.
Suppressing his exhaustion, Fu Fan first thanked the servant who had followed him through the snow for an entire night. Only then did he drag his tired body back to his own courtyard.
But before he could reach the entrance of the small courtyard, he was pulled into the arms of a woman who was walking towards him.
"My son, it's such a cold day. You went out of the mansion without saying a word last night. If it weren't for Xiaozi, I would still be in the dark. Tell me, are you cold?" "You're so cold?" Ye Qingtang asked. The woman, who was also wrapped in a thick fox fur coat, grabbed Fu Fan's hand and rubbed it carefully in her own palm. Then, she continuously blew hot air on her son's hand, which had turned red from the cold.
"Mother, I'm not cold. I'm still wearing the mink coat that you specially gave me a few days ago." Fu Fan's tone was gentle as he comforted the woman in front of him, whose face was filled with heartache.
This woman was Fu Fan's mother, the mistress of the Fu family - Chu Ying.
The Fu family had only one son for three generations, and when it came to Fu Fan's generation, not only was the old ancestor of the family doted on and his mother spoiled, even the usually ruthless Master of the Fu family turned a blind eye to his son's "wasteful behavior".
Since young, Fu Fan had a kind nature and could not stand the slightest bit of injustice. Towards those poor families, he would always lend a helping hand. Especially on days of disasters, he would even personally deliver rice and food to them.
In Huining City, regardless of gender, age or gender, even if it was some enemies of the Fu family, Fu Fan could not help but raise a thumbs up at the mention of the young master of the Fu family, saying that the son of the Fu family was really a good person.
Fu Fan was hugged by his mother all the way into the room, and after comforting his mother for a while, he promised that he would definitely inform her in advance the next time he was going out, only then did he send his doting mother away.
Lying on his soft bed, Fu Fan did not even bother to take off his thick clothes. He directly pulled over his goose down quilt and fell into a deep sleep. He was too tired.
This sleep, Fu Fan slept until the afternoon, when the sun was about to set. During this period, he even ignored Little Violet who called him for lunch.
The hunger in his stomach had long been suppressed, but the tiredness in Fu Fan's eyes had been swept away. After waking up, his spirit had mostly recovered.
He asked Little Violet to reheat the porridge for lunch, then drank it in one gulp and burped in satisfaction. Fu Fan turned over and got off the bed, sighing heavily at the falling snowflakes outside the window.
Those families were going to suffer a lot. He only hoped that the charcoal from last night would be of some help to them.
Calculating the time, it was probably almost time for the evening class. After informing Little Violet, Fu Fan directly went to the study of the Fu family, where his father, Fu Chen, was waiting for him.
Although Fu Fan was the only son of the Fu family, and was doted on by the Matriarch of the residence, he was very respectful of his father.
Fu Chen, as the general of the Jiangchu dynasty's border defense, not only was he powerful, but he also made outstanding achievements on the battlefield. He was also extremely strict with the management of the family!
In the past, Fu Chen did not stop some of Fu Fan's childish behavior. Firstly, it was because Fu Fan was still young, and it was not a bad thing for him to have such a pure heart. Secondly, it was naturally because the Fu family was large and could afford such extravagance.
But now, everything was different.
Fu Fan went all the way to Fu Chen's study. As soon as he stepped into the room, he saw his father standing in front of the desk, splashing ink.
Fu Chen naturally also noticed his son's arrival, but he did not pay attention to him and continued to bury his head in the desk.
After a long time, Fu Chen straightened his body, sat on the chair, and waved his hand to signal Fu Fan to come forward.
"Xiao Fan, you went to send charcoal to those poor people again last night?" Fu Chen looked at his only son with a calm expression.
"Yes, Father. How are those poor people going to live like this?" Fu Fan raised his head with a hint of worry on his face.
"Every family has its own way of living. For so many years, if everyone is as unbearable as you think, needing help from others again and again when they encounter a small disaster, then how can the Jiangchu dynasty be prosperous?" Fu Chen said coldly.
"But, but …" When Fu Fan heard his father's words, he immediately wanted to refute.
"But what?" Before he could finish speaking, Fu Chen directly interrupted Fu Fan.
"You must know that only when you know your own situation will you have the motivation to continuously climb up. If a person is hungry, he doesn't have to work, and someone will send him food. If he's thirsty, someone will send him tea. Then what's the point of living like this? If you want to live a better life, of course, you have to constantly fight, work hard, and rise up. That's what a man should do! "
Fu Chen's expression softened when he saw his son's face turn red from his words.
"This society has its own principles. I'm telling you this not because I want you to stop doing good deeds and doing good deeds, but because I want you to understand that a person's life depends on himself. It's not something that others can easily help."
Fu Fan stood with his hands by his side, quietly listening to his father's teachings. Although he could not accept it immediately, he knew that what Fu Chen said was the truth.
However, what Fu Chen said next really frightened Fu Fan.
"I received a secret report last night that the Li Tribe at the border is restless again. A few cavalry troops have already entered the Jiangchu border, and they are going to rob the people of Jiangchu again." Fu Chen's tone was very calm, but Fu Fan could sense a piercingly cold murderous intent in it.
"I'm telling you all this just to let you know that giving some food to the poor to keep them warm for a while is just a small act of kindness. Going to the border to protect our country and keep the people of Jiangchu away from the chaos of war is a great act of kindness." Fu Chen stood up from his chair and stared at his son.
"But father, even though I have the heart to kill the enemy, I have never touched a sword. How can I go to the battlefield?" At this moment, Fu Fan had completely accepted his father's words. However, he could not help but feel a little awkward when he thought about how he had never touched a sword even though he had studied for more than a decade.
"I don't plan on having you follow me to the battlefield. I've already made preparations for you. After I leave tomorrow, I'll send you to a place to start practicing martial arts. I hope you can endure the pain." A smile finally appeared on Fu Chen's face.
"Xiaofan, what kind of person do you think you are?" Just when Fu Fan was lost in thought about where his father would send him, Fu Chen suddenly interrupted his thoughts.
Fu Fan stood where he was and thought for a long time before he looked at his father with his bright eyes. "I'm just an ordinary person. I just want to see everyone like me without too many troubles."
"Sigh, Xiaofan, you're a good person." For some reason, Fu Chen sighed when he said those words, which should have been words of praise, sounded like he was sighing.
Fu Fan did not think too much about it. His heart was filled with joy. 'Father said that I'm a good person. So, I'm a good person.'
Although it was good to be a good person, a good person would not have a good life. Ye Chen had spent so much effort to send his son to practice martial arts. Was it really because he wanted his son to be a good person in the future? Bullsh * t. Which eagle would not protect its own chick? Moreover, Fu Chen was a famous military general of Jiang Chu. How could he not make plans for his only son?
He was just thinking that one day, even if he was gone, Fu Fan would be able to do his own thing happily and with the ability to do his own thing!
He did not want his' good person 'son to be hurt. He would never allow it!
All these years, the Jiangchu Dynasty had been working hard to develop the country's economy, and didn't really care about the Li Clan's small squabbles. Furthermore, ever since the current emperor ascended to the throne, he had put in great effort to govern the country, and the Jiangchu Dynasty had impressively displayed a flourishing scene. The Li Clan wanted to take advantage of them now, but it was the time for the Jiangchu Dynasty to show their power.
Meanwhile, as the Northern General who guarded the northern frontier, how could he, Fu Chen, let the Li Clan do whatever they wanted?
Snow was falling in the northern frontier, and the child was hesitant.
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