"Your damn grandfather left me a hat, saying that he could show up to save me in times of danger. Later, I was in trouble and I really believed his nonsense! He shouted at the hat three times, and almost lost his head!" The old man in the cloth uniform was tired, so he simply carried the big pot and sat on the ground and cursed.

"No, Master Bu, if my grandfather really has the ability, he will definitely come to help. But he is trapped in the wilderness and cannot come out of his own." Han Feng was so amused and crying. He didn't know what trouble this old blacksmith had encountered back then that he hated Han Juechen so much.

Hearing this, the old man in the cloth clothes suddenly looked up.

"Great Wilderness?"

"Haha, this bastard deserves it!" The old man in the cloth clothes said with joy, his eyebrows showing his joy.

"Master, I am here to visit your old man with the order of my master Li Qianshen. Please give me some advice on treasure refining..." Han Feng took the opportunity to speak.

"Old man, you are so tall, where am I old?" The old man in the cloth raised his beard and glared at Han Feng.

"Uh..." Han Feng couldn't help but wonder. Although this look of a twilight look, he looked a little energetic, but he was always an old man.

"It's great. For the sake of Li Qianshang and your grandfather who killed Qiandao, I won't be as slutty as you, a little kid." The old man in the cloth clothes waved his hand, then picked up a chair and sat down.

"Master Bu, I have just developed a spiritual sword these days. It is said to be an ancient treasure from the Great Wilderness. Please give me a clue." Han Feng was not polite, and took out the disobedient spiritual sword from the Qiankun bag.

As soon as the spirit sword flew out, the room ran around, as if curious.

"Good boy, I have some skills." Bufu Old Man's eyes lit up, and he suddenly stood up and grabbed the spirit sword. No matter how hard the spirit sword struggled, he could not escape his palm.

He looked at it carefully, nodded and admired: "This is indeed an ancient relic, but the spiritual intelligence in it has been sealed for a long time, and the few remaining ones have been awakened by your spirit refining, so it is like a child."

"But if you take it to experience more, you will return to your original origin one day and turn into a sword spirit." As he said that, he threw the sword.

Han Feng widened his eyes and hurriedly took the spirit sword back into his pocket, thanking him one after another.

The cloth man saw that Han Feng had put away his things and still looked at him blankly and said dissatisfiedly: "What, can you still want to learn from me?"

"Yes." Han Feng was also straightforward and said his thoughts directly.

"Ha, you guys don't think about it. You can't get started even if you don't have the Tianling Realm." The old man in the cloth suit squinted his eyes and looked at Han Feng, shook his head and said, "But your bones are indeed good, you are a good seedling. After breaking through to the Tianling Realm, you can come here to find me. I'll explore your bottom at that time."

"Thank you, Master!" Han Feng said in his heart. In fact, he had no hope that the old man in the patrol could accept him as his disciple immediately. It would be great if he could give him a potential opportunity.

"Look at you, kid, don't be so polite. You can't walk slowly and don't send me off!" The old man in the cloth suddenly became a little kind and patted Han Feng's shoulder lightly.

Han Feng walked out of the blacksmith shop with the eyes of the old man in the cloth clothes. He looked back and silently recorded the place.

Seeing that Han Feng had already walked away, tears suddenly appeared in his eyes, he sighed to himself: "Brother Juechen, are you really trapped in the Great Wilderness..."

...

In front of Muran House.

Many men and women in luxurious clothes were crying, and there were still a few women in the middle calling for doctors, and several servants were shuttled back and forth in the crowd. Their only thing in common was the anxiety that could not be concealed on their faces.

Mulanrou was urging the guards to go out to find the doctor at the door. Before she could even take care of her face, she ran out in a pair of shoes, causing servants to chase and shout.

"I'll find someone! Don't follow me! Now he is the only one who can save my father!"

Mulanrou turned around and shouted, frowned and gritted her teeth, and ran to the Medicine Hall desperately.

The tears on her face were not wiped away, and her haggard face implied that she hadn't had a good sleep for several days.

As she was about to run, she felt that her eyes were black, and she seemed to have bumped into something by accident. Then she fell to the ground and was completely in a daze. She tried to get up several times but failed.

"Please... save my father. He is seriously ill and is about to die. Please..."

She begged weakly, but no one could hear her except for pointing fingers and saying something to her, and there was not even a person to help her.

"Whose daughter is this? She is so indecent, and she went out without even finishing her clothes and makeup."

"Oh, this seems to be Mr. Mulan's eldest daughter who has returned from the house."

"It's true! Why did she become like this? It's really a turn of feng shui... This little fairy was ruined by the Han family back then, but now she has finally been retribution!"

"Vox spirit!"

Listening to the rumors in others' mouths, the self-esteem in her heart suddenly fell into the abyss of despair.

She is pure and innocent by nature, never has any stains, and she cares about her appearance.

But now that my father was about to die, she didn't care about so much, and just wanted that person to appear to save him, even if he could let his father live one more day.

Miss Mulan, who is usually proud, is now like a bullied child, curled up in the corner and cried in the rain, trembling all over in fear, while people around her are constantly urging her with sarcastic words.

She had just reached the Great Perfection of Xuanling Realm and was supposed to be a female hero, but at this time she didn't even have the strength to stand up.

"What are you doing? Bullying a weak woman? If you have the ability, why don't you scold the officials in the court who relied on their power to do evil?" At this moment, a familiar voice sounded, but it was a little unfamiliar, as if there was a little calmness and a little more worldly entry.

At that moment, Mulanrou felt as if she had found a rift of light from the dark world, and she tried her best to drill into the light.

"Hey? Miss, I just helped you, there is no need to be so polite."

"Uh, don't get into my arms!"

"It's not good for a lady to do this! Who are you? Do I know you?"

Han Feng was a little angry. He was kind enough to see a weak woman being bullied by ordinary people at the gate of the Medicine Hall. Then he spoke up and helped her. Unexpectedly, the woman didn't even raise her head and grabbed him tightly.

"Han Feng, I beg you. My father is about to die of illness. I know you hate our family, but as long as you save him this time, I will give you whatever you want, and I will give you what I can do." Mulanrou cried in tears, and tears scattered on Han Feng's clothes like a rainstorm.

When Han Feng heard that it was Mu Lanrou's voice, he looked down and his body suddenly stiffened.

He looked around, found a small alley without anyone, grabbed Mulanrou and smashed it on the wall, not caring about it at all.

"It's you-"

"It was your Mulan family who caused my Han clan to storm the corpse in the wilderness and the entire army was destroyed!"

Han Feng glared at him, without the gentleman temperament he had just now. He directly grabbed the woman in front of him, letting her struggle and how beautiful she was, in front of Han Feng, he only saw the devil.

"I really regret not seeing you clearly at the beginning." Han Feng pinched Mu Lanrou's neck, his eyes were red, and his forehead was almost bursting.

But when he saw Mulanrou was about to suffocate, his painful and helpless expression, and his expression of looking at death, his hands began to tremble and let go of his strength.

"Huhh..." Mulanrou tried hard to breathe, and finally recovered from an oxygen deficiency.

Han Feng turned around and was about to leave, but Mulanrou pounced on him and grabbed his shoes. Her originally delicate chin was carved on the stone brick. She felt pain but she still held it back and begged: "Please, my father is really not going to do anything. No one can save him except your imperial city!"

Her voice lowered, her head tilted, perhaps because she was too tired and injured, so she fainted.

Han Feng stopped and looked back at Mulanrou's feet with blood blisters. She had long since run away to throw her shoes. There were also many bruises and scratches on her arms and legs, and her neck had a shocking scarlet mark - that was the trace he had just pinched her.

"You..." Han Feng sighed, and cursed himself in his heart that he was not cruel enough after all.

He bent down and picked up Mulanrou, carefully leaned her head against his chest, and then carried out the Qingyun Step, stepping directly on the green tiles on the roof, and running towards Mulan's mansion.

He still remembers that direction very clearly.

Mulan's mansion was already in a mess. Mulanlie stood in the courtyard, slapped the guards hard, and scolded: "Bastard! You can actually lose the eldest lady at such a critical moment!"

"If there is anything wrong with the young lady, can you afford it?! I'll ask! Hum?"

"Young Master Lie, we didn't expect the eldest lady to run so fast, and in the blink of an eye, there was no sign. This..." One of the guards defended with some reluctance.

"What? You can't blame me anymore, right? What are you doing for you! I'll kill you today!" Mulan was furious, but he didn't expect that someone would dare to contradict him. He raised his palm and was about to shoot it.

At this moment, two people suddenly fell from the air in the gatehouse of Mulan Mansion, one man and one woman.

"Oh my God, you guys see who that is!"

"This young man is so handsome, and he seems to be the eldest lady in his arms!"

"It turned out to be a young lady! Is that Mr. Han? Hasn't he already died of death??"

Everyone in Mulan's mansion was stunned, and Mulanfeng was guarding the doorman. When he saw Han Feng bringing the eldest lady back, he was very excited.

"Young Master Han, come here!" She waved and shouted, while her eyes signaling the guards to take the doorman.

Mulanfeng couldn't wait to pull Han Feng closer to the master's room and locked the door.

"Young Master Han, you are really not dead!" Mulanfeng pinched Han Feng's arm, as if he was a little unbelievable.

"Where is your master?"

Han Feng asked directly without answering. He wanted to take revenge in his heart, but somehow he just couldn't hate these people he once knew.

Mulanfeng pointed to the bed in the room. Mulanhong was coughing constantly, and several doctors shook their heads.

"Take care of her, I'll go see your master first." Before he finished speaking, Han Feng stuffed the beauty in his arms into Mulanfeng's arms, and the next second he appeared in front of the sickbed to take his pulse.

"Is it... it's Feng'er?" Mulanhong slowly opened his eyes and asked weakly, as if his life was about to come.

"It's me, uncle." Han Feng held back the flame of revenge in his heart, but only treated Mulanhong as his usual uncle.

"I just knew... you were not dead..." Mulanhong knew that barely speaking at this time would only delay the condition, but he still signaled Han Feng not to interrupt him and asked him to finish speaking.

"Please... don't get me wrong about my daughter... I'll explain the disaster that year to you clearly. In this way... I'll leave with peace of mind." Mulanhong looked at the raindrops outside the window and said slowly.

Han Feng also stood by and listened silently, his eyes were confused and the storm was changing, and he gradually gained a glimpse of the whole story of the Han family's tragic destruction...
Chapter completed!