I don’t know how long it took, a cool breeze blew by, Han Feng opened his eyes, and the scenery around him gradually became clear. At this time, the sky was bright, and he was on a meadow, surrounded by unknown trees.
Little flower, the sky is completely blue, without even a trace of cloud. Surrounded by green shade, it is full of aura, and its limbs and bones are very comfortable.
"Is this the human world? Am I already dead?" Han Feng felt suspicious.
Suddenly, an old face appeared in front of him, breaking all doubts. The old beggar said angrily: "Why is there such a waste like you in Tianxuan Sect? You don't know how to make a decisive decision when things happen, and you hesitate. If
If it weren’t for me, you would have died a long time ago.”
Han Feng cursed in his heart, "If you hadn't disappeared at the critical moment, I would have been like this." But he said in a very pleasant way: "Thank you to the old man for saving your life. Now everything has been settled, and those townspeople won't be around for long.
It’s great to be able to return to the way we were before.”
The old beggar snorted and said: "You have a poor cultivation, but a big heart. Have you ever heard that if you are poor, you can be good to yourself, but if you are rich, you can help the world? If you are not good at it, don't show off and engage in so many literary and artistic works that are compassionate to others.
What are you doing? In the end, you asked me to help you deal with the aftermath."
Han Feng knew that this man was a sharp-tongued man, but he was not worried and said with a smile: "The old man taught you a lesson. From now on, Han Feng will learn more skills from you, so as not to trouble you every time."
The old beggar rolled his eyes at him and said: "Follow me? What are you going to do with me if you don't follow your master? Oh, I forgot, the Tianqiong Sect has been destroyed, and your master is probably in trouble as well. This matter is really a headache.
." After the old man spoke, his voice became very low, with some annoyance in his tone.
Hearing this, Han Feng suddenly sat up, widened his eyes, and asked urgently: "Old man, what did you say? The Tianqiong Sect was destroyed? By whom, can you tell me more details?"
The old beggar sighed and said leisurely: "Of course it was destroyed by a powerful enemy. There are only two organizations in the world that can destroy an Immortal Sect of this scale so quickly, the Star Palace and the Shura Sect. The Tianqiong Sect is
The Shura Sect was destroyed by the Shura Sect, but it is said that the Shura Sect also suffered heavy losses. Thousands of Shura disciples on Qingzhou Continent were killed and injured by the Taibai Peak’s magic circle. To this day, the mountain is still filled with cold winds."
Han Feng's mind went blank, and his hands were trembling. "It's not that Master has forgotten me, but..." He didn't dare to think about it anymore. Tears flowed down his determined cheeks, and he experienced life and death several times in a day and night.
Han Feng never shed tears during the test, but this time he cried, crying so hard that the world was moved.
A trace of imperceptible compassion flashed across the old beggar's eyes. He thought to himself that he had seen too many separations between life and death over the past few hundred years, and he had long been used to it. However, the young man's moving cry made him feel as calm as a mirror.
A little ripple.
Han Feng cried bitterly over a cup of tea, wiped his tears with the sleeves of his robe, and saluted respectfully: "Old man, I have an unkind invitation. I hope you won't refuse." The old beggar nodded and motioned for him to continue.
Han Feng said: "I want to learn from you, avenge my master, and avenge my sect. Even if Han Feng cannot avenge himself in this life, he will let his disciples and grandchildren continue to do it. I don't believe that his Shura sect can last forever."
live."
The old beggar suddenly raised his eyebrows, and then said in an arrogant tone: "This is not impossible, it's just that you are the master..."
"Of course the inheritance cannot be changed. If the old man has concerns about this, Han Feng will have to give up."
Seeing how decisive he was, the old beggar smiled and said: "That's all, that's all, it seems that your character is really first-rate. I will have nothing to do in the next three years, so you will follow me. But after three years,
We are going to separate, and you are not allowed to say that you have met me, do you hear me?"
Han Feng nodded vigorously and said: "But I don't know the name of the old man, can you give me some advice?"
The old beggar raised his head, looked at the sky, and said calmly: "Names and taboos are all nothing. Back then, I was given a nickname in the cultivation world, called Wang Sanbu. You can call me that."
Han Feng wondered in his heart, "What kind of nickname is Wang Sanbu? Even Ma Zai in the world has a better name than this."
The old man was in a good mood and continued: "Boy, in these three years, follow me to travel around the world. Don't dare to say anything else. I will let you travel all over Qingzhou Continent and gain experience first. To cultivate immortality, you are actually cultivating knowledge. Remember
My words will be of endless use in the future.”
Han Feng disagreed in his heart, but he praised him repeatedly and obediently followed the old man towards the horizon. After a while, the two little figures disappeared on the horizon.