In the Han family manor in the imperial capital, in a bedroom with an area of 100 square meters, a rich old man wearing pajamas with an excited smile on his face nodded repeatedly to the phone: "Don't worry, sir, I will be there tomorrow!"
This man is the old head of the Han family in the imperial capital, Han Buren!
Although he is nearly eighty years old, his body is extremely strong, and the hair on his head is still dark.
All this is thanks to Lin Pingfan!
After hanging up the phone, he was no longer sleepy and shouted towards the bedroom door: "Butler, where did the butler die!"
Excited roars echoed in the bedroom.
Five seconds later, the door was hurriedly pushed open, and a middle-aged housekeeper came in with fear on his face and asked respectfully: "Old Master, what are your orders!?"
Han Buren gave orders while changing his clothes.
"Go to Haizhou, immediately!"
When he heard his order, the housekeeper couldn't help being surprised, and hurriedly explained with fear: "Old Master, today the young master invited you to go to Haizhou, but you got angry and said you couldn't go...I have already refunded the ticket."
"Han Miaomiao is a good-for-nothing on horseback. I have to go through such a trivial thing as marrying off a girl from my side!?"
"Hurry up and book a ticket for me, I'm going to Haizhou to meet a big shot!"
"If you delay my important business, let me ask you!"
Han Buren snorted angrily and gave the order directly. The butler shivered with fear and hurriedly ran to order the fastest ticket to Haizhou.
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At this moment, in the master bedroom of Shanhai Manor, Han Xiangrou was still staring at Lin Pingfan with her eyes widened and her body somewhat stiff.
"He, he, he...is really coming to Haizhou!?"
Listening to those stammering words, Lin Pingfan couldn't help but smile and nodded: "Well, come on."
"Are you relieved this time!?"
Han Xiangrou swallowed and nodded heavily.
She vaguely heard that Han Buren really respected Lin Pingfan. It seemed that she finally no longer had to marry Xu Zichen!
After a long period of shock, she cried excitedly again and threw herself directly into Lin Pingfan's arms!
"Sir, it's great to have you!"
Lin Pingfan smiled and rubbed her head: "Rest, let me take it easy."
The slow and amusing words made Han Xiangrou burst into laughter. After saying something disgusting, she took a hot bath and fell asleep.
And today, Han Qiancheng surprisingly did not call her to urge her to go home and sleep.
It's late at night and midnight has arrived.
Lin Pingfan climbed up from the bed gently, moving cautiously, fearing to wake Han Xiangrou.
He walked out of the room and went to Mo Huaiyuan's room. He pushed the door open and entered without knocking.
"You little white-eyed wolf, are you polite? You don't know how to knock when you enter the house!" Mo Huaiyuan was not asleep yet and was writing something on the desk.
"Afraid of shocking Xiangrou." Lin Pingfan explained casually, and at the same time said with some surprise: "Second Master, what are you doing? I have never seen you work so hard in these years!"
When he mentioned this, Mo Huaiyuan puffed up his chest very proudly and said with a proud face: "My little apprentice is so talented!"
"Don't forget that this brat was a bastard in college, but his memory is amazing!"
"I randomly gave him a book about medicinal materials, and it took him only one day to memorize all the medicinal materials in it, and he could also remember the appearance, effects, growth environment, etc.!"
"I'm writing down some basic poison recipes for that brat to take a good look at!"
Listening to Mo Huaiyuan's words, Lin Pingfan was also shocked.
He could see that Zheng Rongxuan was very talented, but he didn't expect that his memory was so amazing.
It seems that Mo Huaiyuan is very satisfied with the disciple he introduced!
"By the way, why are you looking for me in the middle of the night!?"
"It's nothing important. Tian Liang is looking for me. I'm busy right now!"
After praising Zheng Rongxuan, Mo Huaiyuan raised his eyebrows and asked with some complaints.
Lin Pingfan smiled and did not intend to leave. He sat directly on the bed and said, "Second Master, tell me about the Eight Wastelands in Hot Summer!?"
"Huh!?" Mo Huaiyuan's brows furrowed when he heard the words Yanxia Bahuang, and he looked at Lin Pingfan suspiciously: "Why do you ask!?"
Lin Pingfan shrugged and said with an indifferent expression: "I'm curious, ask, the old ghost didn't tell me much about Bahuang back then."
Mo Huaiyuan thought for a moment and didn't want to answer.
It's like the Eight Desolations of Hot Summer is a forbidden word.
"Okay, I can tell you about it, but you can't talk about it outside, because Bahuang was once a word that could not be mentioned."
"Although I'm fine now, try not to talk about it outside."
Mo Huaiyuan's tone was so serious that Lin Pingfan, who was originally smiling, couldn't help but restrain his smile and look serious.
Mo Huaiyuan took a deep breath, his eyes became dark, and he gradually began to speak: "Bahuang represents the inheritance of ancient martial arts. It brings together the most essential inheritance of ancient martial arts in Yanxia."
"Although today's Wudang, Emei, Shaolin, etc. also have thousands of years of inheritance, after the baptism of history, the killing skills of ancient martial arts have been downplayed, and instead they focus on self-cultivation."
"At the same time, these sects with thousands of years of heritage and great reputations are well-known to the world because they often appear in public, and some have even become well-known tourist attractions."
"But I have to admit that they still have ancient martial arts inheritance, but it is very, very small."
When he said this, a trace of regret appeared in Mo Huaiyuan's eyes.
Perhaps this is a pity for inheritance.
"But Bahuang is different. They never appear in public, and they have never become a tourist attraction. The tribesmen practice ancient martial arts hard, and each of them is a master."
"They rarely ask about worldly affairs and live a life of ancient martial arts. They have become the birthplace of ancient martial arts in Yanxia."
"But everything changed dramatically twenty years ago. The sky changed at that time."
Lin Pingfan had heard a little about the previous narrative.
But what Lin Pingfan wanted to know was what happened twenty years ago that caused Bahuang to completely disappear from the world and become a word that could not be mentioned.
He did not ask, but quietly waited for what Mo Huaiyuan would say next.
"Twenty years ago, the eight great aristocratic families in the Eight Wastelands who never cared about worldly affairs turned against themselves."
"They listened to the instigation of the hostile forces, and the eight great families gathered together, taking with them all the ancient martial arts and unique skills of the eight wildernesses, to leave Yanxia and join the hostile forces overseas!"
As soon as these words came out, Lin Pingfan's mouth trembled fiercely, and he sat up from the bed with a 'shu'!
This news is simply shocking!
Bahuang represents the ancient martial arts inheritance of Yanxia. If they take the ancient martial arts away, it is equivalent to taking the ancient martial arts inheritance of Yanxia with them!
If that overseas country gets them, it will gain a huge wealth, and at the same time it will put Yan Xia into trouble!
"Then what!?"
Lin Pingfan finally couldn't help it and hurriedly asked!