A hundred miles south of Yuezhou City, there is Laohanzhuang.
Han Feng considers himself a forgotten character. Three years have passed since his master left, and there is no news at all. Since there is no one to guide him and his qualifications are poor, he practices extremely hard and often suffers hardships.
Kung Fu can't get the desired effect.
Seeing that there were not many spiritual stones left by Chen Yunsheng, it was estimated that the five-energy array could not last long, and Han Feng became more and more anxious. In the past three years, a little brother was added to the family, and his father
Han Wang got his wish and focused on how to make money by farming, and his life became more and more prosperous. The abandoned house at home was also renovated, the neighbors around him were not as mean as before, and there were more and more relatives in the clan visiting each other.
, as if he has returned to the days when Mr. Han was still alive.
Han Feng was holding a grass stem in his mouth, lying on a big rock beside the field, playing with a sword in his hand. The mirror-like blade reflected his young face, "Hey, I am already fifteen years old this year.
At this age, Master has already established a solid foundation, but I am just at the low level of Qi training in the early stages. It’s really hard to compare one person to another."
Thinking of the depressing place, Han Feng waved his fingers, and the flying sword floated out. The speed was not fast, the trajectory was not smooth, and the sword even vibrated slightly when it moved. The flying sword cut off a handful of thorns in the field two feet in front of him.
The weeds then floated back and fell into his hands. Han Feng's face turned pale and he cursed in his mind: "If the flying sword is controlled to this extent, it would be more lethal to just slash with the sword."
After spending time in this small village, he wanted to see the outside world and find his master. With his mind made up, Han Feng returned home.
After helping his parents prepare dinner, the family of four sat around the table, enjoying themselves happily. Han Feng first said, "Mom and dad, I want to find my master and go out for a while."
Suddenly hearing this, Mrs. Li's brows trembled. She raised her head and looked at her son kindly, with unspeakable love and affection in her heart. Han Wang put down his chopsticks and said, "Feng'er, if you think about it clearly, dad."
I support you. Instead of living your whole life in the village, it is better to go outside and see the world. Like your grandfather, you can make some famous names in the world and honor your ancestors."
Mrs. Li sighed softly, left the dinner table silently, and began to rummage through the boxes to pack things for her son. Looking at his parents who were getting older, Han Feng burst into tears and felt infinite sadness in his heart. Although leaving home this time was not a separation of life and death,
But the date when he will come back is not certain. Although he is young, he has been immersed in Taoist classics all day long. He knows the mystery of fate and cherishes the days when the family is together.
After a few more days, Han Feng finally decided to leave. The day was cloudy, and the Han couple sent their son to the entrance of the village. Han Feng took out a dozen low-grade spiritual stones, stuffed them into his father's hands, and said: "These spiritual stones
It can be exchanged for silver. I heard that one piece can be exchanged for fifty taels. If money is really tight, you can go to the market in Yuezhou to exchange it."
Han Wang pushed the spirit stone back and said, "Look at how our family is living now. It's becoming more and more prosperous. I'm afraid we won't be able to use this spirit stone. You'd better keep it with you."
Han Feng said resolutely: "Father, don't refuse. I don't know when my son will come back after leaving. Please let me keep something to fulfill my filial piety and make me feel at ease."
Han Wang nodded and accepted the spirit stone. Mrs. Li handed a package to her son, with tears in her eyes, and said: "In the package, there are a few changes of clothes that my mother made for you, and some commonly used things."
, be careful on the road and don't cause trouble. If you can't find your master, go home quickly. I heard that the world of practitioners is not peaceful, and they are beaten and killed all day long."
Han Feng took the package, put it in the storage bag, hugged his mother, and said softly: "My son knows, if I can't find the master, I will come back immediately and I will never stay outside for another half day."
Li finally couldn't help it, her tears were like broken beads. Han Wang stretched out his hand to hold his wife, and kept comforting her. Han Feng knelt down, faced his brother who was less than three years old, and whispered: "Han Hua
, you must listen to your parents at home and don't be wanton or naughty, otherwise your brother won't be able to spare you when he comes back." Han Huayuan opened his black and white eyes and nodded, as if he still couldn't understand what his brother meant.
Han Feng took a deep breath, took another affectionate look at the old house at home, turned around and walked out of the village without looking back. His mother's sobs and his father's sighs came from time to time, which made his heart twist like a knife.
His footsteps were extremely firm.
After leaving the village entrance, Han Feng walked westward. Although he had never gone far, he knew that the west was the direction of the Tianqiong Mountains. Since Han Feng's cultivation was too shallow and he could not fly with weapons, he walked all the way.
. He could only travel a hundred miles in one day. Most of the places he passed were in the wilderness and sparsely populated areas. He felt hungry at noon, so he randomly found a huge rock to sit on by the roadside.
Han Feng took out a piece of dry biscuit that his mother had given him and started chewing it. After eating for a while, he felt thirsty in his mouth. He stood up and looked for a stream. But here, there were barren mountains and ridges, and there were rugged rocks where he could find water. Han Feng raised his eyes.
Looking around, I was a little disappointed, thinking that I couldn't find it in this mountain, so I might as well go over this small ridge and have a look.
He walked along a thorny path toward the mountain. After walking for about half an hour, he finally reached the top of the mountain. The hill was not high, just over 200 feet, but it was in sharp contrast with the surrounding scenery. Han Feng climbed up and looked into the distance.
, I found that the surrounding mountains were all lush and green, but here were the barren mountains and overgrown thorns. I was suspicious, could there be something dangerous here?
Thinking of this, Han Feng didn't dare to stay too long. He was about to go down the mountain along another path. When he turned around, he saw a black stick standing on a rock. His curiosity suddenly aroused, and he couldn't care less about his fear.
, walked along a rugged path towards the rock.
After walking only a dozen steps, Han Feng came to the black stick and walked around it. He felt an inexplicable trembling feeling in his heart. He always felt that this thing was very ominous and that countless dead souls were surrounding it.
Rotate it.
After looking at the stick for a long time, Han Feng accidentally stretched out his hand and held it on the black stick. Under his tentacles, he felt that the surface of the stick was not smooth, but cold, as if it was made of some kind of gold or iron.
. He pushed upward, but the iron rod did not move at all. He simply grasped the iron rod with both hands and pulled it up with all his strength.
Due to excessive force, Han Feng's hands slipped on the iron rod for a long distance, and his hands were bloody and bloody. His sperm flowed along the iron rod, and a fine golden line visible to the naked eye appeared on the body of the iron rod.
Then four other fine lines appeared at the same time, rippling along the stick body.
Han Feng let go of his hand in fear and stared blankly at the scene in front of him. The golden light became a bit dazzling and quickly flowed away on the dark surface. Suddenly, there was a shocking sound, and the boulder at the base of the stick shattered, revealing a
The long blade and golden lines disappeared in a flash, and the mysterious black object regained its original appearance. It lost its support and fell to the side.
Han Feng quickly stretched out his hand and took this strange weapon in his hand. He felt that it was sinking in his hand, and he could hardly hold it. He waved the Chang Ge vigorously, bringing up bursts of golden wind, and all around within a radius of two feet.
All the weeds were cut off. Han Feng stuck out his tongue and sighed at the sharpness of this weapon. He carefully observed the handle and found that there were fine and exquisite lines. He was confused, "Could this be a magic weapon? This
The lines look quite delicate and don’t look like they were formed naturally.”
He tried to use his spiritual sense to sense the Chang Ge in his hand, but there was no response at all. He sighed and put the Chang Ge into his storage bag. Along the rugged path of the hill, Han Feng moved forward. The scenery on the roadside was full of scenery.
The green color is refreshing and refreshing.
Before the sky turned dark, Han Feng came to a town store. There was a sign at the entrance of the town with the three characters "Yangping Town" written on it. Although it was a bit dilapidated, the handwriting was vaguely visible. Han Feng was happy and thought to himself
There was no need to sleep in the wilderness tonight. I walked into the town and found that the doors and windows of every house were closed. It happened to be dinner time, but there was no smoke at all, which made Han Feng feel strange.