"Marry me? Heh, do you know what it means to get married? "Ning Fan was startled and laughed involuntarily.
In his life, he had never been confessed to by a child who was less than three years old. He only found it interesting.
"I know, getting married is to be like Sister Siya, wearing a beautiful wedding coat, eating a lot of wedding cakes, sitting on a wedding boat and lighting up the wedding lanterns! Die 'er wants to get married even in her dreams! "Zhao Die' er answered with a childish voice, her face full of envy.
How could she understand the meaning of getting married? To her, getting married meant having delicious food and fun …
"Sister Siya? Who's that? "Ning Fan squatted down and stroked Die 'er's little head with a gentle expression.
"Sister Siya is the servant that mother appointed for me. She treats me very well, but it's strange that after she got married, she no longer takes care of me … Uncle, quick, help me pick the plum blossoms …" The child pouted as if he didn't like being patted on the head as it wouldn't grow taller.
"Alright, I'll help Die 'er. How many plum blossoms does Die' er want?"
"A lot, a lot!"
"How many?"
"I don't know … Anyway, I want a lot!"
Ning Fan laughed and shook his head. He only picked two plum blossoms and put one on the head of the little snow cow and the other on Die 'er's head.
"It's not enough, Die 'er wants more plum blossoms! Die 'er wants to weave a big flower crown! "The child pouted and said.
"Some things, the more the better. The beauty of plum blossoms lies in its solitude and pride. Wearing only one is the most beautiful … It's not a flower that can be weaved into a crown …"
"I don't understand … Uncle, I don't understand a single word you said …" The child looked at Ning Fan in confusion, not understanding why he didn't pick more plum blossoms for her.
However, she didn't mind. Anyway, the little snow cow already had a plum blossom on its head, and she also had one on her head. She was already very happy. She hopped around the little snow cow and hummed a folk song.
"Little barbaric cow, don't look back, fight for freedom with the Heavens. Don't give up until you see the yellow river, but the river is not clear. The river is not clear, catch the barbarian fish, the barbarian fish can jump three thousand li. Fight against the Heavens, but get caught by the cat … "
This was a ballad passed down from mouth to mouth among the barbarians.
The meaning of the ballad was that the bull fought against the heavens for freedom, but it was stopped at the Yellow River. The barbarian fish fought against the heavens, but it died in the mouth of the cat.
The ballad was advising the barbarians that humans could not fight against the heavens. They had to obey the will of the heavens and could not go against it …
"This rumour is a little harsh …" Ning Fan said with a slight frown.
But seeing that the little boy was singing happily, he didn't interrupt him.
The little boy made a small snow cow and asked Ning Fan to help him build a big snowman.
After making one, he had to make another one. In the end, he made five snowmen for the little boy.
Four big ones and one small one.
"This is Father, this is Mother, this is Sister Siya, this is Die 'er, and this is Uncle. Let's live happily together, be happy and carefree … "The little boy made the decision on his own and confirmed the identities of the five snowmen.
Ning Fan smiled and looked at the innocent expression of the little boy. His heart began to truly integrate into the life in Bianliang.
Four men panted heavily and hurriedly ran towards him. They were the guards of the Zhao Mansion.
The four guards were looking for Zhao Die 'er. Seeing that she was fine, they were relieved.
Three of them looked at Ning Fan with hostility in their eyes. They were the newly recruited guards of Zhao Boyang after he came to Bianliang.
Among the three of them, the one with the sturdiest physique stepped in front of Ning Fan and said fiercely.
"Who are you?! How dare you abduct the eldest daughter of the Zhao Clan here? What are your intentions?! "
The man's tone was very unfriendly. Ning Fan's eyes flashed with a cold light, but he didn't do anything to him.
Ning Fan disdained to attack mortals, so he just stared at the man coldly.
Just a cold stare without releasing any extra pressure was enough to make the sturdy man's expression change drastically. His whole body was drenched in cold sweat!
"An expert! This man is definitely an expert! Since when did the Bianliang Martial World have such a young expert?! " The sturdy man was so scared that he almost fell to the ground. At this moment, the leader of the four suddenly reprimanded the man.
"Wang Li, you are too rude! This young master is Old Master's friend. He is a distinguished guest of our Zhao Clan. How dare you speak to him in such a manner?! "
The one who reprimanded the sturdy man was Zhao San, the guard of the Zhao Clan.
Ning Fan had once chased away a savage beast and saved his life. Naturally, he knew Ning Fan and he always had some respect for him.
Zhao San glared fiercely at the other guards. His hand was already on the blade on his waist. If anyone dares to be rude to Ning Fan again, he would use his blade to kill them!
"What?! This young master is actually Old Master's friend?! "
The way the other three guards looked at Ning Fan immediately became respectful. How would they dare to offend him?
Zhao San asked Ning Fan for the reason. After thanking him for taking care of Zhao Die 'er, he brought her back to the Cloud Academy.
Zhao Die 'er had not had enough fun yet. She did not want to go back at all. However, she was afraid that her father would beat her if she returned too late.
Every few steps she took, she would turn her head and look at Ning Fan reluctantly.
After walking far away, she actually turned around and ran back to Ning Fan with a serious expression. "Uncle, build a snowman for Die 'er. When Die' er grows up, you must marry me. I want you to build a snowman for me every day!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she skipped and ran towards the academy while Zhao San and the others were dumbfounded.
"Marry me? You … You're just a little kid …"
Ning Fan smiled faintly and did not mind her words. He turned his head and continued to look at the red plum tree.
This was the second time he met Zhao Die 'er. However, it was definitely not the last time.
The snow in Bianliang had yet to stop. The Bian River gradually froze. There were no more pleasure boats sailing in the snow.
Zhao Die 'er followed Zhao San and found Ning Fan's house. It was actually just a wall away from the Cloud Academy.
Thus, she would come to play with Ning Fan every few days and ask him to build a snowman for her.
Why did she look for Ning Fan?
Firstly, it was because Ning Fan was gentle to children and rarely scolded them. Secondly, it was because Ning Fan would occasionally give her some strange sweet pills. They were very sweet and tasty. After eating them, her body would feel warm and not be afraid of the cold snow.
Thirdly, it was because Zhao Die 'er felt that Ning Fan was very free … Every single one of her servants and guards had a lot of work to do.
Other than the elderly and children, the common people in Bianliang City had countless jobs to do.
Only Ning Fan was very free … He had nothing to do all day. He would go out to walk in the snow, enjoy the plum trees and drink wine …
"Uncle, why do you have so much free time when everyone has work to do? Mother said that this kind of behavior is called gluttony and laziness. When a girl grows up, she shouldn't marry a lazy man … Die 'er suddenly doesn't want to marry you … "
"… Then why did you come to my house …" Ning Fan was speechless.
"Because the snowman you build looks good. When the snow stops and there are no more snowmen to build, Die 'er won't look for you anymore. Die' er is going to learn martial arts from Brother Xiaowu! Hehe, when Die 'er grows up, I want to become a barbarian monk and deliver all living beings from suffering! "
"… Good ambition. This is my first time hearing that a little girl wants to become a nun …" Ning Fan's forehead was full of black lines.
The snow only stopped after the end of the first month. After the snow melted, Zhao Die 'er didn't bother Ning Fan anymore.
Perhaps Ning Fan's meaning to her was just to build a snowman.
On the other hand, Zhao Die 'er's father, Zhao Boyang, came to Ning Fan's house more and more frequently. Every time he came, he would drink wine and discuss the Dao with Ning Fan.
Ning Fan's comprehension of the Dao was so profound that even if he didn't cultivate the Confucian scriptures, what he said was enough for Zhao Boyang to use as a classic.
In Zhao Boyang's heart, Ning Fan had already become a bosom friend, not just a benefactor.
Seeing that Ning Fan seemed to take good care of his daughter, Zhao Boyang once said to Ning Fan half-jokingly after getting drunk.
"Brother Ning, you and I aren't ordinary people. If you really like Die 'er, I'm willing to make the decision and betroth her to you. Die 'er is still young now. You can set up the engagement first. After she reaches the age of 15, we'll find a matchmaker. What do you think? I know that you already have a wife and Die 'er will probably be your concubine. However, with Brother Ning's character, I believe you won't mistreat Die' er. "
Of course, Ning Fan would never agree to such words. He would never be moved by a three-year-old baby.
Zhao Boyang still had the intention to invite Ning Fan to join the Cloud Academy. However, every time he raised the invitation, Ning Fan would still politely reject him.
He was becoming more and more immersed in his identity as a mortal, enjoying the rare peace in Bianliang City.
The number of flames of war was increasing bit by bit. The cultivation of the Yin Yang War was progressing bit by bit and the seven-colored arrow spirit was being refined bit by bit.
Every day, Liu Yan would warm the wine for him and the immortal loli would come to him to 'practice'.
When the snow melted, the immortal loli would come to Bianliang City again. This was the third year since she came to Bianliang City. She had already defeated everyone in the city.
Currently, there was no one in Bianliang City who didn't know her name. It was said that she had devoured some kind of immortal herb which allowed her to maintain the appearance of a little girl forever.
It was said that her martial arts had reached perfection. She had defeated three hundred soldiers of Bianliang City alone. There were only a few people in Bianliang City who dared to fight with her.
Besides, Ning Fan did not allow her to go out of the city to hunt wild beasts. Thus, the bored immortal loli could only fight with Ning Fan every day.
Naturally, she could not use her abilities. Ning Fan also did not use his abilities.
Other people might not be able to defeat the immortal loli, but it was impossible for Ning Fan to lose to her. However, he would not bully her either. He was just a sparring partner.
Gradually, the news began to spread in Bianliang City. Ning Sheng was also a peerless expert who lived in seclusion in the Jianghu. Thus, it did not cause too much surprise.
In the eyes of the people, it was not strange for Ning Fan, the 'father' of the immortal loli, to possess peerless martial arts …
In the fourth year, it did not snow in Bianliang City and the winter plum blossoms did not bloom.
In the fifth year, it did not snow in Bianliang City.
In the sixth year, it snowed again in Bianliang City. Ning Fan walked on the snow to admire the plum blossoms again. Once again, he met Zhao Die 'er at the bank of the Bian River.
The current Zhao Die 'er was already six years old. Compared to the past, she was much taller. She was also much more sensible and quiet.
When she met Ning Fan again, she recognized him at first glance. She still asked Ning Fan to help her build a snowman. However, she was much more shy compared to the past. She no longer talked nonsense like 'marrying Ning Fan'.
No matter what, she was the daughter of a great Confucian scholar, Zhao Boyang. Her upbringing was very strict. Thus, she already knew what it meant to get married.
It had been six years since Ning Fan came to Bianliang City. He had deliberately changed his appearance. He no longer looked young like the immortal loli.
When he first arrived in Bianliang City, he looked like a young man in his twenties. Now, he looked much more mature.
"Uncle, can you help me build a snowman?"
"Sure."
"Uncle, Die 'er wants a plum blossom."
"Alright. I'll help you pluck it."
Compared to the past, Zhao Die 'er was undoubtedly much more polite. However, she also felt a little less intimate …
The current Zhao Die 'er only treated Ning Fan like an uncle in her family. Thus, she naturally knew how to be polite.
Gradually, she heard from her mother that Ning Fan was not only her father's good friend but also the one who saved the lives of her entire family from a savage beast in the past. Moreover, he even helped her cure the barbaric poison in her body.
Her heart was filled with gratitude towards Ning Fan. In that gratitude, there was no ambiguous romantic feelings.
"Die 'er has grown up …"
Ning Fan stroked Zhao Die 'er's long black hair which was as smooth as silk.
Zhao Die 'er smiled sweetly. She did not resist. Wasn't it very normal for an elder to touch the head of a junior?
"Do you still want to marry me?" Ning Fan asked with a smile.
"Uncle, please don't tease me. At that time, I was still young and immature. A child's words carry no harm. Uncle, please don't take it to heart …" Zhao Die 'er's small face blushed as she recalled the embarrassing incident in the past.
"Haha. Die 'er has really grown up. Brother Boyang's upbringing is indeed strict. A six-year-old child is already so sensible …"
Ning Fan withdrew his palm and did not mind it at all. He turned his head and looked at the red plum blossom tree. Then, he raised his gourd and gulped down his spiritual wine.
He was clearly looking at the red plum blossom tree. However, Zhao Die 'er, who was a little girl, could tell that he was not looking at the plum blossom …
"Uncle is looking at the plum blossom but what I'm thinking about is not the plum blossom." The little girl said with certainty.
"Oh? How do you know that I'm not thinking about the plum blossom? "Ning Fan asked with a smile.
"Every time mother misses our hometown in Qufu, she would look at the old clothes and jewelry that she brought with her … Uncle's eyes are very similar to mother's. Uncle must be thinking about someone … But I don't understand. Uncle has a wife and a daughter and his home is in Bianliang. Who would he be thinking about …" The little girl asked curiously.
"Uncle is thinking about his family. Those family members are in a faraway place … In uncle's hometown, the wind and snow will never stop and the plum blossom will never wither …" Ning Fan's eyes were filled with reminiscence.
"Uncle's home is in a faraway barbarian city? Can't I go back? Was it massacred by the wild beasts like Qufu City?"
"No, uncle's home is still there. I can still go back."
"Then, when Die 'er grows up, can I accompany uncle back home? Die' er also wants to see what the barbarian city looks like." Zhao Die 'er said with longing.
"You can't go …"
Ning Fan sighed softly.
Zhao Die 'er was a barbarian. Barbarians and wild beasts couldn't leave the Savage Ancient Domain. They couldn't even be kept into the Heavenly Dwelling Treasure.
Barbarians, the cultivators of the Four Heavens and the demon race belonged to different worlds.
The Savage Wasteland, the Four Heavens and the Demon Spirit Land of the Upper World belonged to different worlds.
Outsiders could come to the Savage Wasteland but barbarians could never go to other worlds …
"Why? Is it because we will encounter a lot of wild beasts along the way? "Zhao Die 'er asked disappointedly.
"No … It's just that you really can't go."
"Oh …"
Zhao Die 'er lowered her head in disappointment. In order to make her happy, Ning Fan made a few more snowmen.
The snowmen he made were not humans but beasts.
They weren't wild beasts but creatures that were never recorded in the records of the barbarians.
If there were cultivators of the Rain World here, they would certainly notice that the snowmen Ning Fan made were the unique Wild Beasts of the Rain World.
These Wild Beasts weren't very strong. Ning Fan had killed some of them. As time passed, Ning Fan's eyes were filled with longing when he looked at these Wild Beasts.
"Huh? Aren't beasts the natural enemies of barbarians? Why does uncle look like he misses these beasts? "The little girl asked curiously.
"In uncle's hometown, beasts aren't necessarily the enemy of humans … Of course, these beasts used to be uncle's enemies."
"Huh? There are still wild beasts that won't be enemies with humans in this world? I've decided that after I become a barbarian monk, I will carve a barbarian ancestral carriage and go to uncle's hometown to have a look. No matter how many wild beasts there are on the road, they won't be able to stop the barbarian carriage! "
"You really can't go there … However, I didn't expect you to still have the ambition to become a barbarian monk …" Ning Fan sighed with emotion.
It seemed like this Zhao Die 'er had made up her mind to become a barbarian monk. This thought probably wouldn't disappear as she grew older.
On the second day, Zhao Die 'er didn't come to Bian River to play in the snow. She had officially entered the Cloud Academy to be enlightened. She didn't have time to pester Ning Fan anymore.
The snow this year was slightly sparse.
In the seventh year, there was snow in Bian Liang.
In the eighth year, there was snow in Bian Liang.
In the ninth year, there was snow in Bian Liang.
In the tenth year, there was no snow in Bian Liang.
It had been ten years since Ning Fan came to Bian Liang. The number of his natal war flames had already reached 9999. It was already his limit and it was hard for him to increase it any further.
The cultivation technique of the God of War Art could only produce so many battle flames. It could not produce any more.
9999 war flames were enough to cultivate the Fourth Transformation of the War God Art. However, Ning Fan still couldn't achieve it.
The number of war flames was already enough. However, no one would have expected that there was a second condition in order to cultivate the Fourth Transformation of the War God Art …
The cultivator must at least have the cultivation base of the Early Crossing Truth Realm in order to break through the bottleneck of the Fourth Transformation …
Since no one in the Luo Clan had successfully cultivated the Fourth Transformation of the War God Art after the Combat King Realm, no one knew that one must have the cultivation base of the Crossing Truth Realm in order to cultivate the Fourth Transformation.
"I can't break through the bottleneck of the Fourth Transformation without reaching the Crossing Truth Realm … I didn't expect there to be such a problem. Fortunately, breaking through to the Crossing Truth Realm is only a matter of time …"
Ning Fan smiled indifferently.
He had already refined half of the seven seven-colored arrow spirits that he had devoured that day.
He could feel that he was getting closer and closer to breaking through to the Crossing Truth Realm. As long as he completely devours the seven arrow spirits, he should be able to accumulate enough illusory power to see through all the mist and step onto the True Bridge.
Once he succeeds in the Crossing Truth Realm, the Fourth Transformation would naturally be completed. There was nothing to worry about.
Although the cultivation of the War God Art had reached the bottleneck, Ning Fan still quietly condensed and devoured the Fierce Elemental Crystals.
The progress of the War God Art had already reached 82%. He reckoned that he would be able to master it in twenty years like the Yin Yang Rain.
"Brother Wu should have returned to the Eastern Heaven … Ten years have passed. The demon race's bounty on me doesn't seem to be as crazy as before …"
Ning Fan raised his head and looked at the sky above the city. There was a Void Fragmentation demon cultivator passing by the city and went far away.
That demon cultivator didn't notice Ning Fan's presence. In the past ten years, there were demon cultivators passing by the city from time to time, but none of them noticed Ning Fan's presence.
Gradually, there were fewer and fewer demon cultivators searching for him.
The great reputation that Ning Fan made ten years ago was slowly being forgotten by the cultivators of the Desolate Mountains …
"I've spent ten years to turn my mental state into that of a mortal. Now, it's time for me to seek for the truth."
Ning Fan looked at the barren plum tree in front of him. His eyes flickered. He returned home.
Outside his house, he met Zhao Die 'er by chance. This year, she was ten years old. (To be continued.)
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