Ignoring the surprise of the three of them, Zhuo Fan pointed to the thin man again and said faintly, "Who are you? Are you also one of the seven royal families?"
"Uh... The junior Xie Nianyang, the father Xie Tianshang, the head of the Xizhou Sword God Sect Ten Offerings, and the grandfather is one of the seven elders of the Luomeng Chuangmeng, Xie Xiaofeng!" There was a deep mystery on Zhuo Fan's body. The thin man did not dare to neglect and quickly bowed down to respond.
Nodding, Zhuo Fan couldn't help but gasp: "So, it's a vein of Jianhou Mansion. Nianyang... Nianyang, by the way, where is your uncle Xie Tianyang? Do you know his whereabouts?"
"Well, I'd like to tell you, I heard from my father that my uncle Xie Tianyang returned to the hidden mountains and forests a hundred years ago. I don't know where he is, and now he hasn't heard back at all. My grandfather misses my uncle very much, so he gave me the name of Nianyang!"
"Really? This kid hasn't been home for a hundred years. He's really free, hehehehe..." With a smile, Zhuo Fan slowly shook his head, but there was a faint sadness and envy in his laughter.
Once upon a time, he never thought of returning to seclusion with the beauty. Unfortunately, God's will makes fun of people, and he doesn't have that fate!
The three juniors looked at Zhuo Fan like this, but they were even more confused. They looked at each other, but Luo Sifan bowed down and said carefully, "Senior, do you know my elders?"
"Well, it's a bit of a connection, otherwise it's impossible to meet you guys casually!" Unconsciously, Zhuo Fan nodded slightly: "Tell me, what's the matter with you?"
"Uh, Uncle Blind, it's actually like this..."
"Well, Uncle Blind?"
"Yes, the juniors don't know what to call you. The villagers also call you the blind swordsman. Seeing that you have such a deep connection with your father, your niece dares to call you uncle. Do you mind?"
After pondering a little, Luo Sifan's eyes turned left and right, and suddenly got close: "If you don't like it, I don't know what to call my niece?"
His lips trembled slightly. The bird listened, looked at Zhuo Fan, and laughed, "Dad, this sister is a self-to-conside. Except for the inappropriate name, it's generally good!"
Yes, in terms of generation, Luo Yunhai saw that Zhuo Fan was a good brother, and his daughter called Zhuo Fan uncle. Although the generation was good, he was obviously called Xiao. It should be uncle, uncle, your uncle or something like that.
However, Zhuo Fan didn't care about these details. He laughed and waved his hand and said, "Little girl, when I first saw you, I thought you were a big lady, but this shameless appearance of climbing up the pole is quite like the old man's style in those years, hahaha... It seems that your father really passed it on."
"It's not my father, it's my aunt!" His cheeks blushed unconsciously, and Luo Sifan's eyes flashed a shyness: "My aunt said that if you want to be in charge of the family, you have to be so shameless. That's how my family started!"
"Hahaha... That's right, it was indeed like this in those years, and the shameless one was... Hahaha!"
He couldn't help laughing. Zhuo Fan seemed to remember the old things in the past again. He couldn't help but be full of joy. He was rarely happy for so many years: "Well, little girl, if you have anything, just say it. Uncle, I can help you. I will definitely help!"
He couldn't help but be overjoyed. Luo Sifan looked at the two people happily and quickly bowed down: "Thank you, uncle, for your success. To be honest, blind uncle, it will be my father's birthday in two months. My niece wanted to prepare a special birthday gift for my father, but after thinking about it, my father was sitting in the world and lacking nothing. He was really distressed. Later, when I passed by here, I learned that the predecessors had refined soldiers extraordinary, especially the spiritual sword, which was rare in the world, so I came to ask for a gift, and I hoped that my uncle would complete it!"
"So, you are very filial. It's rare for you to work so hard for your father's birthday!" Noddingly, Zhuo Fan praised first. Luo Sifan and others also smiled when they heard it, but soon, Zhuo Fan frowned again and shouted, "It's just that your father's little rabbit started to celebrate his birthday so soon? I haven't been through it yet!"
Dang!
As if a bronze bell was ringing in their minds, the three young juniors were stunned when they heard this.
What did this girl just say, little rabbit? He actually called the leader of the Luomeng League a little rabbit? Who on earth is he who dares to slander the boss of Xizhou like this? With the current strength of Luomeng, even the Shuanglong Supreme dare not talk to the alliance leader like this, but he...
But they didn't know that Zhuo Fan was the only one who dared to call Luo Yunhai that. Even if Luo Yunhai stood in front of him and Zhuo Fan called him that, he would never disobey him.
In particular, the old man of Luomeng knows more clearly that Zhuo Fan is more than enough to do so in terms of qualifications and qualifications. There is nothing to say!
But these three juniors didn't understand. It was the first time they saw the leader of the League, who was so high and underestimated.
Looking at the sudden stupid look of the three guys, the bird couldn't help covering her mouth and laughing. She looked at Zhuo Fan again and laughed, "Why, Dad, are you jealous? How about this year... I and the third brother will also celebrate your birthday?"
"Forget it, I'm not old yet. Why live a birthday? It's noisy!"
With no choice but to roll his eyes, Zhuo Fan couldn't help laughing and shaking his head: "I just didn't expect that Yunhai, the little rabbit, had also begun to live a birthday. I remember that when I saw him for the first time, he was still wearing crotch pants. I didn't expect... hehehe..."
The face couldn't stop twitching, and the three juniors were all cold again.
This girl actually saw the appearance of the alliance leader when he was a child. Is he an important senior in the alliance? No way, but all the heavyweights in the alliance are strong, powerful all over Xizhou, and well-sighted. But this old guy has no strength, but he is just a five-fold Tianxuan. If he has power or no power, he is a lonely family. There is only one woman to accompany him, and at most he has a son. No matter how you look at it, he doesn't look like a powerful man in the alliance!
Huh, by the way, he is in the mysterious world. After another hundred years, how can he be so young? He looks like a young man in his twenties. If the villagers hadn't said that he had stayed here for decades, it would have been hard for them to imagine that this was a senior.
There were too many questions in their hearts. The three of them looked at Zhuo Fan in a daze and were stunned for a moment. Their eyes were full of confusion.
After laughing, Zhuo Fan still had a faint warmth on the corner of his mouth. He waved his hand suddenly and shouted, "Little girl, if you want a sword, no problem. Uncle, there are many swords here. Choose whatever you want!"
"Yes, thank you, Uncle Blind!"
First, he was stunned for a moment, and then Luo Sifan nodded in surprise. He hurried to pull Xie Nianyang beside him and said, "Isn't your family the most knowledgeable swordsman? Can you help me see which one to take as a birthday gift for your father?"
"Don't worry, leave it to me, Sister Sifan!"
"Cut!"
As soon as his eyes lit up, Xie Nianyang nodded suddenly and looked flattering. Then he pulled Luo Sifan into the dazzling sword forest. Longjian Mountain curled his lips slightly, hummed sourly, and followed him in.
However, I didn't know it without seeing it. I was shocked when I saw it.
Xie Nianyang carefully examined every spiritual sword here, but the more he looked at it, the more shocked he became, and an unbelievable light flashed in his eyes.
"Are you optimistic? If you are optimistic, just pick a handful and leave. Trouble, hum!" Long Jianshan urged impatiently. Luo Sifan also stared at him with a look of hope in his eyes: "How about it, Xie Nianyang, which one do you think is better?"
"Exertine, so exquisite, all of them are seamless, and there is no good sword in the world. What's particularly strange is that sometimes I feel that this spirit sword is more dazzling and precious than the ninth spirit sword. I don't know whether to choose one or the ninth grade for you..."
"Of course, I chose the ninth grade. What does it mean to give the first grade spiritual sword to the owner?"
He couldn't help but sneer. Longjianshan said sarcastically, "Thanks to your family who still practices swordsmanship, everyone knows that the ninth grade is better than the first grade. Are you still entangled in this? Let me tell you, just take the highest grade and leave directly. What's the highest here? It's the ninth grade. Take it and go!"
"But... I think Yipin is better..."
"Fart, how can one grade be better than the ninth grade? Are you crazy?"
Xie Nianyang hesitated and didn't know how to choose. Longjianshan cursed and laughed, "Sister Sifan, have you seen it? This girl boasts about how much she knows about swords every day. It turns out that she doesn't know anything. She doesn't even know which is better or worse than Yipin and Jiupin. You still asked him to help you choose a sword? Hahaha... It's so funny. Why don't I help you, brother?"
"I don't need to pick the sword here. Any one is unparalleled in the world. The reason why Xie Nianyang doesn't know how to choose is that it proves that he is a swordsman!"
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. Each sword is unique and has its own spirituality. Whether it's one or nine grades, it's the same. People are picking swords, and swords are also picking people. Each sword has its own kendo. If it does not match the kendo of the person who made the sword, it will be like a stranger and cannot resonate. On the contrary, it is just the opposite!"
"Just now, Xie Nianyang hesitated on the first-class and ninth-grade spiritual swords, hehehe... He is worthy of being a descendants of the Sword Hou Mansion, and he really knows about swords. I cast the ninth-grade spiritual sword three years ago, and this spiritual sword was cast by me three months ago. Whenever I have a new understanding of kendo, I will start from the first-class sword and refine it to the twelfth grade. Every time I have a little understanding, I will cycle like this and feel the essence of the sword. Although this nine-grade sword is of high grade, the swordsmanship is shallow. Although this sword is of low grade, it is deep in kendo, which is more suitable for cultivation and enlightenment!"
"Hmm, just kidding, isn't the spiritual sword a weapon? It's the first time I've heard that weapons can also practice enlightenment!" Hearing this, Longjianshan couldn't help but smile coldly and said contemptuously.
The corners of his mouth curled up, and Zhuo Fan curled his lips disdainfully: "I used to have the same idea as you, but those who don't understand it naturally don't know the true meaning. If you don't treat the sword as a friend, how can he pass on your sword center? You know, the sword is the king of a hundred soldiers, and its own king's pride. If you are not sincere, it is naturally difficult to get the essence of it. That's why so many people understand kendo. Some of them have a shallow understanding, and some have a deep understanding. In addition to qualification and understanding, sincerity is also very important!"