Chapter 7 Where is Grandma?

Master Divine Turtle didn't say it in detail at the beginning, but now he said it really surprised Han Bing.

Han Bing couldn't help asking: "How can two ordinary people survive in Jiuyou Cliff? What are their origins?"

Master Divine Turtle was obviously a little impatient: "I have said a long time ago that my cultivation level is not high, and my spiritual consciousness can only explore the present, but not the past and the future."

Cold sweat had already oozed from Han Bing's forehead: "Disciple is talking too much...Disciple is talking too much..."

Master Divine Turtle sighed again and his voice eased: "You want to know, actually, I'm the same as you, and I want to know too!"

Han Bing was timid and didn't even dare to ask a word.

Master Divine Turtle suddenly said: "You are determined to win the Demon Sword. The key is whether you have the courage to go to Jiuyou Cliff?"

Han Bing said: "Disciple has shallow cultivation, so how can he have the ability to go to Jiuyou Cliff!"

Master Divine Turtle sneered: "Don't you even dare to try it?"

Han Bing's voice was extremely respectful: "Disciple doesn't dare to try, because he doesn't want to die yet!"

Master Divine Turtle sighed deeply again: "General Han can speak his heart, I am very grateful to you."

Han Bing said: "How dare you say a word of false words in front of the master!"

Master Divine Turtle suddenly asked: "You always call yourself a disciple...will you be willing to worship me as your teacher?"

Hanbing was flattered and hurriedly fell to the ground: "My teacher is here, my disciple Hanbing kowtowed to you!" As he said that, he kowtowed three times in a row.

Master Turtle laughed.

The huge yellow cloth curtain suddenly opened, and Master Divine Turtle was already standing in front of Han Bing. Master Divine Turtle was more than a meter tall and had a turtle head and body.

Although Hanbing was mentally prepared, she was still shocked.

Master Divine Turtle smiled and said, "Even your prince Zhao Xian, you have never seen my true body. This is your luck."

Hanbing knelt down again: "The divine power of his mentor is the honor of his disciple!"

Master Divine Turtle helped Han Bing up and suddenly said, "If you read it correctly, your armor is a top-grade defensive magic weapon. Although it is a high-quality product, it will still not work at all if you meet a real master." As he said that, he slowly turned around and waved to the void.

The brightly lit hall suddenly became dark, and a black cloak slowly floated from somewhere.

Master Divine Turtle reached out to catch it and said slowly: "This is a top-quality defensive spiritual weapon, a gift for you!"

Han Bing opened his eyes wide: "The best spiritual weapon is a god-like existence in the Shenzhou Continent. It is dozens of times stronger than his defense superior magic weapon armor. Although there are magic weapons on top of the best spiritual weapon, Master Divine Turtle is good at defense, and the defensive spiritual weapon he refined is definitely the best among the best."

Master Divine Turtle's words confirmed his speculation: "This defensive top-quality spiritual weapon cloak was successfully refined for three months. Although it is not as good as a defensive magic weapon, it is much stronger than an offensive magic weapon and an auxiliary magic weapon. With this defensive magic weapon, you may be able to break through Jiuyou Cliff and get the ancient magic weapon Magic Sword." Master Divine Turtle sighed and then said: "The artifact itself has spirituality and can avoid the tracking of spiritual consciousness. Master's cultivation is not very high, and you cannot explore the specific location of the magic sword now."

Han Bing comforted: "With the understanding and cultivation of my teacher, breaking through to the god level is just around the corner!"

Master Divine Turtle laughed: "Look at the current situation of the teacher, humans are not like humans, and turtles are not like turtles. If they can break through the god level, they can completely transform into human form. At that time, I will be able to refine defensive artifacts and my skills will increase greatly."

Han Bing said: "My teacher's power is beyond the reach of his disciples."

Master Turtle laughed and handed the defensive cloak to Han Bing.

Hanbing held the cloak and his hands were trembling with excitement: "Once the time is ripe, the disciple will go to Jiuyou Cliff to find treasures, and dedicate them to his mentor to repay his mentor's great kindness."

Master Divine Turtle smiled and said, "It's enough for you to have this filial piety."

When Han Bing left, it was also sent out by that mysterious air stream.

Looking at the bare earthy mountain in front of him, Hanbing seemed to have a dream. He draped his black defensive cloak on his body, and showed a smug smile on his face.

But Han Bing didn't know that at this time, the divine turtle master in the Tushan was also laughing, and it was so scary!

Winter. Jiuyou Cliff.

The bitter cold wind blew through the broken window and blew on Zhao Xiaofeng's face, making it painful like a knife.

Zhao Xiaofeng shivered and got up from the bed.

Every morning when Zhao Xiaofeng gets up, the first thing he does is to see his grandmother.

The last time I came back from Jiuyouyao, my grandmother had a high fever. After a few days, although the fever subsided, her legs were paralyzed.

Grandma couldn't take care of herself, and the family's livelihood was maintained by Zhao Xiaofeng alone. Although life was a little hard and tiring, Zhao Xiaofeng had no complaints. Grandma was his only relative and his only support. He felt very happy if he could take care of grandma and be with grandma. He had secretly swore that he would take grandma to the city after a while, find a good doctor to cure grandma's legs.

Zhao Xiaofeng gently pushed open the door and walked in gently. There was no one on the bed, and the worn quilts were neatly folded.

"Grandma...Grandma..." Zhao Xiaofeng panicked. He searched every corner of the room and shouted while searching. There was no trace of grandma, and no one answered.

Outside the door, the cold wind roared.

Zhao Xiaofeng was really anxious, and tears were like floods that opened the gate, flowing freely on his face. At this moment, he suddenly found that there was a small wooden board on the head of the bed. There were a few lines of small words written on the board with coke: Xiaofeng, grandma left, went to a very far place. When you grow up and have the ability, grandma will go to find you. Three days later, you must leave here and go to the Great Chu Empire to find your uncle Zhao Xiaoming. Three days later, you must leave here, otherwise you will never see grandma in your life. Don’t worry, grandma, grandma was taken away by a god. When you grow up, the god will take me to see you.

Zhao Xiaofeng rushed out the door like crazy, crying. He had a premonition, "Grandma left because she was afraid of implicating herself. Will grandma..." He didn't dare to think about it.

The forest of thousands of beasts is deep and the forest is dense. Zhao Xiaofeng was looking for it while crying: "Grandma...grandma..."

Zhao Xiaofeng would never dream of her grandmother being in the cottage at this time, lying on her small bed without moving. The small wooden board with words written on the head of the bed had disappeared without a trace.

The worn sheets at the head of the bed were soaked in grandma's tears.

Zhao Xiaofeng was indeed right. Grandma did this to ask Xiaofeng to leave her. She is already a useless person and doesn't want to drag people down anymore. Zhao Xiaofeng never dreamed that Grandma, who was usually weak, would actually have an invisible illusion.

In the Forest of Ten Thousand Beasts, Zhao Xiaofeng seemed to be crazy.

The cold wind was biting, and he couldn't feel it.

The straw sandals ran away, and he couldn't feel them.

The soles of his feet were worn out, and he couldn't feel them.

His voice was hoarse, and he couldn't feel it.

He must find his grandmother, he must not lose his grandmother!

Before he knew it, he came to Jiuyou Cliff. Under Jiuyou Cliff, the gripping smoke floated up intermittently.

He suddenly remembered what his grandmother said, "When you grow up, your mother will fly up from under Jiuyou Cliff on the divine bird."

He is a child without a father or mother. He and his grandmother depend on each other for life. He knew that this was what his grandmother comforted him.

"When you grow up and have the ability, grandma will go see you..." Grandma's words must be fake, maybe grandma is now...

Zhao Xiaofeng was crying again, crying loudly. Although his throat was hoarse and his throat was sore, he didn't care at all.

The bitter cold wind whistled for a day. In the evening, large swaths of snowflakes fell from the sky covered with clouds. Jiuyou Cliff, the Forest of Ten Thousand Beasts was instantly covered with a silver suit.

Zhao Xiaofeng was unaware of all this. He sat blankly on Jiuyou Cliff, letting the snowflakes fall on him... He was still a child, he was too tired!

Zhao Xiaofeng fell asleep, and the tears on his face had already frozen into ice. He suddenly woke up, and the raging cold wind swept the snowflakes as big as goose feathers and hit him.

On a snowy night, the surroundings were vast. In the hazy state, Zhao Xiaofeng felt a soft thing sticking to his feet. With the help of the snow, Zhao Xiaofeng discovered that it was actually a snow-white little rabbit. The little rabbit pressed his soft body against Zhao Xiaofeng's purple little feet, as if he wanted to keep him warm.

Zhao Xiaofeng slowly stood up, then squatted down, and carefully carried the rabbit up. He remembered grandma, would grandma go home by herself? Grandma's legs were paralyzed and she would not walk too far, maybe she was near the hut. Zhao Xiaofeng thought about this and ran towards his hut like a flying hut.

The small thatched hut looks even more lonely and poor in the middle of the wind and snow. The hut is surrounded by a circle of fences, with the small doors open. Everything outside is covered with a thick layer of snow.

Zhao Xiaofeng rushed into the fence courtyard desperately. The door of the cottage was covered with a thick layer of snow on the threshold. "Grandma... Grandma..." Zhao Xiaofeng shouted while pushing the door into the cottage. No one answered. Grandma's door was still half-closed and half-open like in the morning. Zhao Xiaofeng gently pushed open the door and shouted: "Grandma...". Still no one answered. With a "sneer", a fire light instantly illuminated the room. Zhao Xiaofeng made a fire note and lit up the small pine oil lamp on the head of the bed. The flames as big as beans kept beating and could be extinguished at any time.

The quilts on the bed were still neatly stacked. Zhao Xiaofeng searched all the small room, but there was still no trace of his grandmother.

The snow-white little rabbit suddenly jumped from Zhao Xiaofeng to the bed, jumping and jumping on the bed, looking very excited.

Zhao Xiaofeng was stunned for a moment, and his heart suddenly jumped up wildly. His eyes were straight at the bed sheets at the head of the bed. The worn sheets were soaked that they were so big, and water-like liquid dripped on them from time to time. When you listen carefully, you could hear a subtle sob. Although the sound was very small, you could not hear it if you didn't care, but Zhao Xiaofeng heard it and heard it very clearly. After several years of hunting life, he has cultivated his extraordinary sensory abilities.

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