Gu Feng's body suddenly stopped, and he looked at his father in a daze, "Why...why,"
Letting out a trembling breath again, Gurovi said: "I can't control the spread of ice attribute power in my body. The range I can control is only so far. I'm worried that you won't be able to withstand this extreme cold."
"I can bear it," Gu Feng touched the Jiaohun Armor that was separated by a layer of clothes. Ever since the Yuan Lang incident ended, Qiao'er was unwilling to wear it again, but Gu Feng couldn't resist it, so he had to put it on again. He was very willing to keep the Jinghun Armor, because this treasure made him forget what pain was, and that was not a good thing.
Perhaps it was Gu Feng's sudden release of momentum that made Gu Luowei, as a father, hesitate less, and Gu Feng was already approaching.
There is indeed a cold feeling, which is the same as the ice attribute power in his body, but the cold feeling brought by his father is not something Gufeng can release at present. The power is very huge, and it is undoubtedly different from Qi Moyu of Shuangmulin Sect.
Gu Luowei, who wanted to dodge, found that Gu Feng was not hurt in any way, but didn't even react at all. He was suddenly surprised, but after recalling one thing, he understood the reason.
The lingering memory came to mind again when Gu Feng touched his father's cold and rough hands.
"Raise your hands parallel, don't allow a drop of water to spill out," that was my father's voice during physical exercise, and it actually echoed in my mind at this time.
"Feng'er, take the jade pendant and go to Yuanyue Academy to find Zeng Weifeng. Feng'er, go quickly, go quickly,"
Gu Feng, who was crying like rain, had only looked like this once since he was twelve years old. It was the moment he saw his mother. This was the second time in ten years.
At this moment, Gu Feng didn't want to ask why his father deceived and concealed him, nor did he want to ask more about why his father was able to reach the level of Xuanling God in ten years, although in his memory, his father was only a six-star level warrior.
He was afraid that when he asked all this, his father's explanation would not make him accept it, but would make him feel even more uncomfortable. He held his father tightly in his arms, and Gufeng's tears wet his father's shoulders.
How many times did the determined Gu Luo Wei secretly observe Gu Feng, how many times did he secretly relieve Gu Feng when he was facing life-threatening danger, and how many times did the old father shed tears.
The sound of choking and crying echoed through the entire Xuanwei Mansion. Zheng Xuanwei stood at the arch outside the training ground and clenched his teeth, trying his best not to be moved by the affection released between the father and son, but it seemed that this It is not that easy. As a person of flesh and blood, Zheng Xuanwei has also experienced the pain of losing a loved one. The departure of his parents is a great tragedy in life. His wife was killed by illness, but Zheng Xuanwei was not around at that time. How many times have he regretted it again? What use can it be.
The posthumous expression of affection between Gufeng and Gurowi made him think a lot.
The friends heard Gu Feng's cry but were stopped by Zheng Xuanwei. Xiao Jinding was there not knowing whether to leave or stay. All in all, it seemed a bit redundant here now.
When Gu Feng and others returned to Xuanwei Mansion, Zheng Xuanwei had already felt it and was still discussing with Gu Luowei whether to show up.
When Zheng Xuanwei left the secret room to meet his son and heard him mention the news about Gu Feng learning that his father was still alive, he immediately told Gu Rowe about the matter. After repeated thinking, he finally decided to come forward, so He has gone through many hardships over the years. Even though Gurowi has his own plans and ideas, he still loves his son in his heart. Every time he sees him suffering, he stands by and just wants to let him. There are better trainings, but now, with his son close in front of him and knowing the news that he is not dead, he can no longer suppress the longing in his heart and finally shows up.
"Dad, what...what's going on," Zheng Hai and his friends looked at Gu Feng in surprise and confusion as he held a middle-aged man tightly in his arms and refused to let go, and asked strangely.
In fact, there is no need to ask them what they can think of. What can make Gu Feng cry so thoroughly? Are there other things besides emotions? Bleeding, broken bones, and even having his flesh chopped off. Gu Feng can grit his teeth and survive, even if he suffers something that ordinary people cannot bear. Tortured by extreme strength, he still never shed a tear. But in terms of emotions, Gu Feng is fragile. Facing family affection, Gu Feng cannot be as calm as water. Facing love, Gu Feng's heart is surging. Facing brotherhood, Gu Feng's heart is surging. He will never back down even if he spills his blood. This is Gu Feng, the soul of the seven-man hunting team, a special figure who has mastered two extreme powers, a twenty-two-year-old eight-star full-time mysterious spiritual master.
"This is Feng'er's father, a Xuanling God who suffered a lot and finally reached the realm that everyone dreams of," Zheng Xuanwei sighed.
The hearts of the partners fluctuated with the ups and downs of Gu Feng's heart, especially Qiao'er. She was happy when Gu Feng was happy, and depressed when Gu Feng was sad. This was beyond a tacit understanding, but a kind of spiritual intersection.
Gu Feng, who had always thought he had become an orphan, not only met his mother a few years ago, but also reunited with his father today after ten years of separation. This should be something to be happy about.
The surrounding air became extremely cold with the uncontrollable cold breath in Gurowi's body, but the hearts of the father and son were burning.
Half an hour.
After half an hour, Gu Feng slowly separated from his father. Looking at his son who was about the same size as himself, Gu Luo Wei showed a happy smile and gently beat his chest, "My good son,"
"Father, Feng'er has many things to ask you,"
"Sit down and chat slowly. Over the years, I have entrusted Brother Xuanwei to take care of you, and I have tried every possible means to cause you different hardships in Chengdu. This is all for one purpose, so that you can reach your due strength in a shorter period of time. However, It seems you have lived up to my expectations,"
The two slowly sat down and had a long conversation on the edge of the platform of the training ground, regardless of time or place. Everyone quietly dispersed to leave enough space and time for the father and son, and Xiao Jin also quietly left the training ground. …
"Father, when did you achieve Xuanling God? I remember you were a six-star Xuanling Master at the beginning." This is Gu Feng's biggest doubt. Since they are father and son, he should ask.
Gurowi did not hide anything and said bluntly: "When I asked you to escape from the ancient mountain village, I thought that I could not escape this difficulty and thought that I would die like this. But who would have thought that when I was about to abandon my life, the power in my body would spin, and it seemed that I found some kind of opportunity and broke into the restricted area that others cannot touch."
"What was that loud noise?" All the ancient customs from back then were still vivid in his mind, and even every detail was clearly imprinted in his mind and he dared not forget it.
"The explosion of spinning power, Feng'er, you should know what it means to be reborn, right? I abandoned everything that day, everything I had ever mastered. That explosion was the explosion of all my savings for more than thirty years. At that time, it was a bloody mess. I just I remember running desperately in a pool of blood and finally arriving outside Xuanwei Town. Brother Xuanwei saved me at that time,"
"It's Uncle Zheng,"
In fact, Gu Feng has always found it strange, why Zheng Xuanwei is so harsh to him but yet feels this warmth that does not belong to outsiders. It seems that the cause is not Zheng Hai, but his father. There is a connection between his father and Zheng Xuanwei. Zheng Xuanwei originally After saving his father, he found that he had surpassed the limits of human beings, and the two became good friends. However, as the Xuanling God, although he was considered a half-hearted Xuanling God, Zheng Xuanwei always respected Gu Luowei.
Then again, if Gurowi had only been a six-star warrior back then, I believe he would not have reached this stage, or he might have died that day.
Sighing heavily, Gurowi said seriously: "After a long period of nursing and treatment, I still cannot control the ice attribute power in my body,"
"I understand," Gu Feng narrowed his eyes, "No wonder Yuan Lang said that father, you have an ice-type physique,"
Speaking of this, Gurowi felt a little painful in his heart. The master who had watched him grow up and taught him his abilities would actually be the murderer who wanted to kill him. How could this not be chilling?
In contrast, the relationship between Gu Feng and Yuan Lang has not yet reached the point where they are incompatible with each other.
After a period of training, Gu Luo Wei set out to find the real murderer in Xuanwei Town. Even if it was not for himself, he wanted to avenge the good brothers who had been following him. No one in the entire village was spared. , this is such a huge hatred.
With a heavy heart, Gu Luo Wei was shocked to discover the culprit of the matter, his master, Yuan Lang.
He couldn't let go of the kindness in his heart. Gu Luo Wei couldn't make up his mind, let alone take action against Yuan Lang, but he was the culprit who caused him to be like this. Gu Luo Wei had no choice but to put all his hopes on Gu Feng.
For a young child, it is a bit cruel to have such a weight of hatred on his head, but Gurowi has no other choice. Moreover, he himself cannot control the release of ice attribute power in his body. If his son knows that he is still alive, let him It was obviously impossible for him to look at it from a distance, but he couldn't touch it. It was better not to meet him because of this kind of pain.
In the eyes of outsiders, Gurowi is not a competent father, but from a deep emotional point of view, he is a good father, a good father who always considers his son.
In times of crisis, his appearance was always timely, and he never missed a glance. Watching his son grow up step by step until today, the joy and relief came from the heart.
Gu Feng and his father talked for a long day and night and finally understood the whole story. If there was any hatred in his heart before he understood the whole thing, it is gone now. It can also be said that all the hatred was gone at the moment he saw his father. Hate disappears without a trace along with longing.
"Father, Murong Yanfeng is also your masterpiece, right?" Gu Feng asked with a smile.