Chapter 512 The Eight Desolations Twenty Years Ago
In the Han Family Manor in the imperial capital, an old man in pajamas and a little rich man was full of excitement on his face and nodded to the phone: "Please rest assured, young master, I will be here tomorrow!"
This person is the head of the Han family in the imperial capital, Han Buren!
Although he is nearly 80 years old, his body is extremely strong, and his hair is still dark.
All of this is attributed to Lin Pingfan!
After hanging up the phone, he was no longer sleepy and shouted to the bedroom door: "Butler, where is the butler dead?"
An excited roar echoed in the bedroom.
Five seconds later, the door was pushed open quickly, and a middle-aged butler came in with fear on his face and asked respectfully: "Home Master, what are your instructions?"
Han Buren issued an order while changing his clothes.
"Go to Haizhou, immediately!"
When the butler heard his order, he was shocked and explained in fear: "Old master, today the young master invited you to Haizhou. You were on fire and said you couldn't go... I've already refunded the ticket."
"Han Piaomiao is just a waste. I have to go there in person if I want to let the other party marry a daughter!?"
"Come tickets for me quickly. I'm going to Haizhou to meet a big man!"
"If I delay my important matters, I'll ask you!"
Han Buren snorted angrily and issued an order directly. The housekeeper was so scared that he trembled and hurried to order the fastest flight ticket to Haizhou.
...
At this moment, in the master bedroom of Shanhai Manor, Han Xiangrou still widened her eyes and stared at Lin Pingfan with a stiff body.
"He he...really come to Haizhou!?"
Listening to the stuttering words, Lin Pingfan couldn't help but smile and nodded: "Yes, come on."
"Don't you feel at ease this time!"
Han Xiangrou swallowed and nodded heavily.
She vaguely heard that Han Buren really respected Lin Pingfan very much. It seemed that she finally didn't have to marry Xu Zichen!
After a long period of shock, she burst into tears again with excitement and threw herself into Lin Pingfan's arms!
"Young Master, it's great to have you!"
Lin Pingfan smiled and rubbed her head: "Stay, let me slow down."
A slow sentence, Han Xiangrou laughed out loud, said a little annoying, took a hot shower and fell asleep.
Today, Han Qiancheng was surprisingly not calling her and urged her to go home to sleep.
It's late at night and midnight is here.
Lin Pingfan got up from the bed with a slight move, and was cautious in his movements, worried that he would wake Han Xiangrou up.
I walked out of the room and came to Mo Huaiyuan's room. I didn't knock on the door and pushed it in.
"You little ungrateful wolf, are you polite? You don't know how to knock on the door when you enter the house!" Mo Huaiyuan was not asleep yet, and was writing something on the desk.
"I'm afraid of being shocked Xiangrou." Lin Pingfan explained casually, and said in surprise: "Second Master, what are you doing? I haven't seen you work so hard these years!"
When he mentioned this, Mo Huaiyuan was so proud that he stood up straight and said proudly: "My little apprentice is so talented!"
"Don't you think this brat is a slut in college, but his memory is surprisingly amazing!"
"I gave him a book about medicinal materials. He only took one day to remember all the medicinal materials on it, and he could also remember the appearance, effect, growth environment, etc."
"I'm writing down some basic poison recipes to let that brat take a good look!"
Listening to Mo Huaiyuan's words, Lin Pingfan was also shocked.
He could see that Zheng Rongxuan had a good talent, 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??"
"There is nothing big and I'm looking for me at dawn. I'm busy!"
After praising Zheng Rongxuan, Mo Huaiyuan raised his eyebrows and asked with some complaints.
Lin Pingfan smiled and didn't plan to leave. He sat directly on the bed: "Second Master, tell me about the eight deserts of Yanxia!?"
"Hmm!" Hearing the four words "Yanxia Bahuang", Mo Huaiyuan's brows couldn't help but look at Lin Pingfan with some suspicion: "What are you asking about this?"
Lin Pingfan shrugged and said with an indifferent look on his face: "Curious, ask, the old ghost didn't tell me too much about Bahuang."
Mo Huaiyuan pondered for a moment and didn't want to answer.
It’s just like the Bahuang of Yanxia is just a forbidden word.
"Okay, I can tell you, but you can't say it out, because Bahuang used to be a word that cannot be mentioned."
"Although it's okay now, try not to talk about it."
Mo Huaiyuan's tone was very serious, which made Lin Pingfan, who was originally smiling, unable to help but restrain his smile and become more serious.
Mo Huaiyuan took a deep breath, his eyes became deeper, and he gradually spoke: "The Eight Deserts represent the inheritance of ancient martial arts. He gathered the most essence of the entire Yanxia ancient martial arts."
"Although Wudang, Emei, Shaolin and others now have a thousand years of inheritance, after the baptism of history, the killing skills of ancient martial arts have been diluted, and replaced by self-cultivation and character cultivation."
"At the same time, these sects with thousands of years of heritage and a well-known reputation are well-known to the world because they often show up in public, and some have become well-known tourist attractions."
"But I have to admit that they still have the ancient martial arts heritage, but there are very few."
When he said this, a hint of regret appeared in Mo Huaiyuan's eyes.
Perhaps, this is a pity for inheritance.
"But the Eight Deserts are different. They never show up and have never become tourist attractions. The tribe members practice ancient martial arts hard, and each of them is a master of one.
"They rarely ask about the world, live the martial arts practice life in ancient times, and become the birthplace of the ancient martial arts of Yanxia."
"But everything changed tremendously twenty years ago, and the sky changed at that time."
Lin Pingfan heard a little about the previous story.
But what Lin Pingfan wanted to know about what happened twenty years ago that made Bahuang completely hide and became a word that could not be mentioned.
He did not ask, but quietly waited for Mo Huaiyuan's next story.
"Twenty years ago, the eight wilderness and eight major families who never care about the world turned against each other."
"They believed in the provocation of hostile forces. The eight major families gathered together and brought all the ancient martial arts and unique skills of the Eight Desolates to leave Yanxia and surrender to the hostile forces overseas!"
As soon as these words came out, Lin Pingfan's mouth trembled violently and he sat up from the bed with a "scarlet"!
This news is simply shocking!
The Eight Deserts represent 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 away!
If that overseas country gets them, it will get a huge wealth and will also put Yanxia in trouble!