Yuezhou city south of 100 miles, the old Hanzhuang Han Feng considers himself a forgotten character.
Since the master left, three years have passed, and there has been no news at all, because there is no one to guide him, and his qualifications are poor, he has worked extremely hard in his cultivation, and often works hard but does not get the desired results.
Seeing that there were not many spirit stones left behind by Chen Yunsheng, it was estimated that the magic circle of the Five Qi Dynasty Yuan would not last long, and Han Feng's heart became more and more urgent.
In the past three years, a little brother has been added to the family, and his father Han Wang has a wish, focusing on how to farm and make money, and the days are getting more and more prosperous.
The original deserted house of the family has also been renovated, the neighbors around are not as mean as before, and the relatives in the clan are getting more and more contacted, as if they have returned to the days when Han Darttou was alive.
Han Feng had a grass stalk in his mouth, lying on a big stone next to the ridge, playing with a sword in his hand.
The mirror-like blade of the sword reflected his youthful face, "Hey, I'm fifteen years old this year, and Master has already built a foundation at this age, but I'm just at the level of a lower grade in the early stage of Qi cultivation."
What a man is better than a man. ” Thinking of the depressed 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 body even shook a little when it moved.
The flying sword cut through a handful of weeds in the field two feet in front of him, and then floated back into his hands.
Han Feng's face turned pale, and he secretly scolded in his heart: "The flying sword is controlled to this point, it is better to directly swing the sword and slash to be more lethal." ” Looking at the dirt road leading to the outside world at the head of the village, Han Feng's eyes were blurred, and an impulse was brewing in his heart, fifteen-year-old youth was spent in this small village, and he wanted to go to the outside world to see and find his master.
With a decision in his heart, Han Feng returned home.
After helping his parents finish dinner, a family of four sat around the table and enjoyed themselves.
Han Feng said first: "Daddy, I want to find my master, and I want to go outside." ” Hearing this, Li's brows twitched, and she raised her head and looked at her son kindly, with indescribable love and pity in her heart.
Han Wang put down his chopsticks and said, "Feng'er, if you think clearly, your father will support you."
Instead of living a life in the village, it is better to go outside to see the world, like your grandfather, to break some fame in the rivers and lakes, and to glorify the ancestors. ” Li sighed softly, silently left the dinner table, and began to rummage through the boxes and cabinets to clean up for his son.
Looking at the aging figure of his parents, Han Feng's tears suddenly welled up, and he felt infinite sentimentality in his heart, although leaving home this time is not a parting of life and death, but it is not a certain date to come back.
Although he is young, he can immerse himself in Taoist classics all day long, know the mystery of fate, and cherish the days when the family is still together.
After a few more days, Han Feng finally decided to leave.
This day was cloudy, the Han couple sent their son to the entrance of the village, Han Feng took out more than a dozen low-grade spirit stones, stuffed them in his father's hand, and said: "These spirit stones can be exchanged for silver, I heard that one piece can be exchanged for fifty taels, if the life is really tight, you can go to the city of Yuezhou to exchange." ” Han Wang pushed the spirit stone back and said, "Look at what our family is doing now, it is getting more and more solid, I'm afraid this spirit stone won't be needed."
Or do you take it with you. ” Han Feng said resolutely: "Father, don't shirk, I don't know what year and month my son will come back after leaving, you just let me leave something, do my filial piety, and make me feel at ease." ” Han Wang nodded and accepted the spirit stone.
Li handed a package to his son, with tears in his eyes, and said: "The package contains a few changes of clothes made for your mother, as well as some commonly used things, be careful on the road, don't cause trouble."
If you can't find your master, go home quickly.
I've heard that the world of cultivators is not very peaceful, and they fight and kill 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 Master, I will come back immediately, and I will definitely not stay outside for half a day." ” Li finally couldn't help it, tears were like beads of broken thread, Han Wang stretched out his hand to hold his wife, and his mouth continued to comfort.
Han Feng squatted down, faced his younger brother, who was less than three years old, and whispered: "Han Hua, you must listen to your parents at home, and don't be willful and naughty, otherwise your brother won't be able to spare you when he comes back."
Han Huayuan opened a pair of black and white eyes and nodded, as if he still couldn't understand what his brother meant.
Han Feng took a deep breath, glanced at the old mansion of the family affectionately, turned around and walked out of the village without looking back, his mother's sobs and his father's sighs came, which made his heart like a knife, but his steps were extremely firm.
Out of the village, Han Feng kept walking down to the west, although he hadn't gone far, but he knew that the west was the direction of the Heavenly Dome Mountain Range.
Because Han Feng's cultivation was too shallow, he couldn't fly into the air, and he walked all the way.
He could only travel hundreds of miles in a day, and most of the places he passed were barren and sparsely populated, and at noon he felt hungry, so he found a boulder by the side of the road and sat down.
Han Feng took out a piece of dry cake that his mother brought him and chewed it, after eating it for a while, he felt thirsty in his mouth, and stood up to look for the stream.
But here are barren mountains and mountains, and strange rocks are craggy where to find water.
Han Feng raised his eyes and looked around, a little disappointed, thinking that he should not be able to find it in this mountain, so it was better to climb over this small mountain beam and take a look.
He walked along a thorny path to the mountain, and after about half an hour, he finally came to the top of the mountain, which was not high, more than two hundred feet, but it was in sharp contrast to the scenery around him.
Han Feng climbed high and looked into the distance, and found that the surrounding mountains were all lush and green, but here the barren mountains and bald mountains were overgrown with thorns, and he was suspicious in his heart, could it be that there was something dangerous here Thinking of this, Han Feng didn't dare to stay longer, and was about to descend the mountain along another path, when he turned his head, he saw a black stick standing on a rock.
His curiosity sparked, and he didn't care about it, and walked down a rough path toward the rock.
After walking a dozen steps, Han Feng came to the black stick and circled around it, with an inexplicable tremor in his heart.
It always felt very ominous, and countless souls were revolving around it.
After looking at the stick for a long time, Han Feng stretched out his hand by mistake, holding it on the black stick, and under the tentacles, he felt that the surface of the stick was not smooth, it was cold and cold, as if it was made of some kind of gold and iron.
He pressed upward, but the iron rod did not move.
He simply held his two hands on the iron rod and pulled it up with all his milking strength.
Due to the excessive force, Han Feng's hands slid a long distance on the iron rod, and his hands were blurred with flesh and blood.
His essence and blood flowed down the iron rod, and a golden streak visible to the naked eye appeared on the shaft.
Then four other fine lines appeared at the same time, rippling along the shaft.
Han Feng let go of his hand in fright and stared blankly at the scene in front of him.
The golden light became a little dazzling, and it quickly flowed away on the black surface, and suddenly there was an earth-shattering sound, and the boulder at the base of the stick shattered, revealing a long blade.
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The golden streaks flickered, and the mysterious black object regained its original appearance again, falling to the side due to the loss of support.
Han Feng hurriedly stretched out his hand and took this strange blade in his hand, feeling that he was sinking in his hand, and he almost couldn't carry it.
He swung his long song vigorously, bringing up a gust of golden wind, and all the wild grass within a radius of two zhang around him was cut off.
Han Feng stuck out his tongue and sighed at the sharpness of this blade, he carefully observed the grip and found that there were fine and delicate lines, and he had doubts in his heart, "Could it be that this thing is a magic weapon, this pattern looks quite delicate, not like it is naturally formed." ” He tried to use his divine sense to sense Chang Ge in his hand, but there was no reaction at all, and with a sigh, Han Feng put Chang Ge into the storage bag.
Along the rugged path of the hill, Han Feng walked all the way forward.
The scenery along the road is no longer as barren as before, it has become lush, and it is already the middle of spring, and everywhere is filled with brilliant spring light, and the eyes are full of green and refreshing.
Before the sky turned dark, Han Feng came to a town store, and there was a sign erected at the entrance of the town, which read "Yangping Town" in three big characters, although it was a little dilapidated, but the handwriting was faintly visible.
Han Feng was happy in his heart, thinking that he didn't have to sleep in the wilderness tonight.
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