Flying away from the Huangyan Valley, Han Zhonglin then landed on top of a scenic mountain. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The breeze is gusting on the top of the mountain, and when the sun is setting, the sun reflects the whole land in golden yellow, forming a beautiful sunset picture.

Han Zhonglin took out the silver sect order from the storage bag and instantly obtained the information in it.

The information first presented a map of the Lost Immortal Sect Domain, a hundred thousand miles of Sect Domain, in addition to the Lost Immortal Domain, there are thousands of large and small kingdoms. In a small corner on the east side of the map, Han Zhonglin found his hometown of Wuguo. There is a red area on the map, which is the area under the jurisdiction of Han Zhonglin, there are more than 30 countries, and the country of Wu and the country of Purple Moon happen to be included, which makes Han Zhonglin a little surprised.

"Is it deliberate?" Han Zhonglin was relieved after thinking about it.

Looking at the map again, the periphery of the Misty Immortal Sect is under the jurisdiction of other Xiuzhen sects, the Seven Star Sword Sect in the east, the Shenxing Sect and the Liuyun Sect in the north, the Five Elements Sect in the west, and the Phantom Flower Sect and the Divine Sword Hall in the south. These sects are also large and small, for example, the Seven Star Sword Sect, the Five Elements Sect and the Misty Immortal Sect all belong to the medium cultivation sect, while the Shenxing Sect, the Liuyun Sect, the Phantom Flower Sect, and the Divine Sword Hall all belong to the small cultivation sects.

And the area that Han Zhonglin was guarding was to set up a boundary with the Seven Star Sword Sect, which meant that what he had to guard against was the Seven Star Sword Sect.

In addition to this map, there is also some complicated information in the sect order, such as the information of several major sects in the surrounding area, and so on.

Retracted his mind and looked to the east, the relatives that had been sealed in Han Zhonglin's heart for a long time appeared in his mind one by one, father, mother, eldest brother, and now they have been away from home for five years.

"Did your father and mother add a lot of hair and wrinkles?"

"Does the eldest brother think that my Han clan has added an heir?"

Questions flashed through Han Zhonglin's heart, and in the past five years, the longing for home hidden deep in his heart seemed to have completely burst out at this moment.

"It's time to go home and take a look!" The eagerness in his heart made Han Zhonglin a little uncomfortable.

Although Han Zhonglin's cultivation of the state of mind has stepped into the realm of the Tibetan God, as a "person", he has not yet been able to transcend the outside of things, and when it comes to family affection, how can he give it up?

In the afterglow of the vast setting sun, a cyan light swept through the air in the blink of an eye, shooting out in a southeastern direction.

Five days later, Han Zhonglin's imperial sword landed on a mountain peak hundreds of zhang high, looking down at the meandering water below, all kinds of wild animals that were playing by the water's edge, and couldn't help but smile on his face.

"Feiyun Valley, I'm back again!"

Looking at the familiar scenery everywhere in front of you, the scenes of the past are like yesterday, the mountain is still the mountain, the water is still the water, although the person is still the same person, but it is this person who has undergone great changes.

In five years, Han Zhonglin has changed from a realm martial artist to a fifth-level cultivator in the Qi refining period, he had to be trapped here back then, but recently he came to his hometown to revisit, but he was in a different mood.

A cyan wind whirlwind suddenly formed, slowly rolling Han Zhonglin up and slowly drifting forward.

After a while, the wind whirlwind carried Han Zhonglin to the former courtyard.

The cascade crashed against the rocks, bubbles bubbling in the clear water below, and the stone tables and benches with two volumes of water were still covered with a thick layer of dust. Walking into the stone corridor, the stone wall bears a lot of red fruits, and the pleasant sound of "dropping" and "clicking" comes from inside, which is the reason for falling into the pool. Among the four stone rooms, they were still in their original position, and the three volumes of Shangyuan on the desk in the study room were still the same as when Han Zhonglin was leaving, and they did not move at all.

After retidying each stone room, the entire courtyard returned to the scene when he lived, Han Zhonglin did not rush back home, but lived in Feiyun Valley for one night, reliving the feeling of the past.

Early in the morning of the second day, Han Zhonglin's imperial sword left Feiyun Valley, and in less than half a day, he entered the territory of Wuguo.

The back garden of the Han Mansion in Yuncheng is a scene full of flowers, all kinds of flowers, competing for beauty, amethyst flowers, spring sandalwood, cloud cherry and so on are all precious flowers. The most eye-catching thing is the more than a dozen amethyst flowers, the huge flowers stand tall on the branches and face the wind, and the dark fragrance is fluttering. At the same time, the fragrance of the flowers also attracts beautiful butterflies, red, yellow, and light purple, fluttering among the flowers, searching.

In the midst of these thousands of flowers, a little guy was lying on his stomach under the branches, staring at a dark yellow butterfly two feet away without blinking.

The child jerked to his feet, and his two little white arms, which looked like broken lotuses, threw himself forward, trying to catch the butterfly that was lying on its stomach on the head of the flower.

The butterfly seemed to be alert, and with a few flapping of its wings, it ran out of the child's hand.

Seeing that the sneak attack failed, the child chased after him with all his might, and he couldn't catch up with him, the butterfly was high and low, as if he was also playing with the little figure, but the child didn't give up, shuttling among the flowers...

After chasing, the child suddenly saw a tall figure standing not far in front of him, and the man made a gesture with one hand, and the butterfly flew slowly towards the man, and finally fell into the palm of the man's hand. When the little guy saw this magical scene, his black pupils couldn't help but light up.

"Give me back the butterfly!" The child ran a few steps in a row, and when he reached Han Zhonglin's side, he pouted, looking a little angry.

"Then you answer me a few questions first, and I'll give it back to you, how about it?"

The child's eyes twitched twice, then nodded.

"Then tell me first, what's your name?" Han Zhonglin asked with a smile as he bent down.

"Han Ziyi!"

"Who gave you that name?"

"Grandpa gave it to me!"

"Who is your father?"

The child blinked, looked at the stranger in front of him, and asked.

"I won't tell you! Who are you and how are you in my house?"

At this moment, a call came, and after Han Zhonglin heard it, his heart trembled.

"Yi'er, where are you? It's really easy for grandma to find!"

"Grandma, I'm here, I caught a stranger, grandma..."The little guy Han Ziyi heard Han Yang's call, his calves jumped a few times, and he shouted eagerly.

When Han Yang heard the cry of his little grandson, he panicked at the moment, and hurriedly searched for it, and saw a gray-clothed figure standing in front of his little grandson from a distance, and that back made Han Yang's heart inexplicably give birth to a sense of familiarity.

"You are?"

Han Yang stepped forward, wondering in his heart, so he asked first.

Han Zhonglin slowly turned around and looked at his mother in front of him, who he hadn't seen for many years, but he felt guilty in his heart. "Mother, I'm back!"

When Han Yang saw this face that he missed day and night, his face was first happy, and then his eyes turned red, and tears poured out.

"It's really Lin'er, Lin'er is really back!" Han Yang touched Han Zhonglin's face and cried in a low voice.

Looking at his mother's gray hair and the wrinkles on his face, Han Zhonglin's heart suddenly became sour, and tears were almost falling, but he still forcibly held back.

Helping his mother gently wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, Han Zhonglin whispered that Han Yang would hug him into his arms: "I have made you and your father worry about you for so many years, Lin'er is ashamed of your second elder." ”

Hugging his mother like this, Han Zhonglin suddenly remembered the feeling of being held by his mother when he was a child, his mother's arms were like the sea, it was so warm, he had never felt so peaceful at the moment.

"Mother, the child has grown up and has the ability to protect you, and Lin'er will not let you worry about me anymore. Han Zhonglin secretly decided in his heart.

Han Ziyi, who was on the side, looked at her grandmother and cried all of a sudden when she saw this stranger, biting her fingers, looking at the two hugging people with big eyes, and couldn't understand what was going on.

After a long while, Han Yang stopped sobbing and took his son's hand, his face showing joy.

Seeing that the little grandson on the side was looking at them with strange eyes, Han Yang hurriedly called the little guy in front of him.

"Yi'er, come on, don't you keep asking your Uncle Lin why you went, isn't this your Uncle Lin back, come and call your uncle?"

The little guy glanced at this strange uncle, and suddenly hid behind Han Yang's family, occasionally poked his head out to take a look, and then shrank back, and didn't speak, he was actually shy.

Seeing the little guy's funny appearance, Han Yang and Han Zhonglin glanced at each other and laughed knowingly.

Hanfu vestibule.

The head of the family, Han Yue, was also overjoyed when he heard the news of Han Zhonglin's return. Looking at the familiar figure in front of him, he was a little afraid to recognize him. In fact, Han Zhonglin has changed too much in the past few years, and the kind of dusty temperament that emanates from his body invisibly, or that extraordinary every move, makes Han Yue, as a father, feel a little ashamed, and can't help but feel like facing the superior.

"Second brother!"

Just when Han Yue was looking at his youngest son bit by bit, he suddenly heard a loud voice coming, Han Zhonglin turned his head to look, and saw a person walking into the front hall, followed by a graceful and dignified woman.

"Big brother!"

With a happy look on his face, Han Zhongqi quickly walked in front of Han Zhonglin in three steps and two steps, and slapped him twice on the shoulder.

"It's good to be back!

Then, Han Zhonglin and his sister-in-law also greeted each other, and the family sat down.

"Lin'er, when you left before, you said that you were going to step on a trace of immortal fate, but there is a result?" Han Yue stroked his beard and asked with a smile.

Han Zhonglin smiled mysteriously, and took out the Wind Tooth Sword from the storage bag, the cyan light shone brightly, and the entire front hall illuminated was extremely bright, and everyone's eyes were extremely shocked. After the Wind Tooth Sword flew a few times, it was put away by Han Zhonglin again.

"Could this be the legendary immortal method?"

Han Zhongqi stood up suddenly, stared at Han Zhonglin in surprise and asked.

"Not bad!"

"Big brother, now that your martial arts cultivation has stepped into the transformation realm, let me help you. ”

The white light in Han Zhonglin's hand flashed, and a force of Xuanyuan rushed into the latter's body. Han Zhonglin closed his eyes tightly, and his divine consciousness was completely released, carefully controlling the power of Xuanyuan to operate and flow in Han Zhongqi's meridians, expanding his meridians and entrances little by little, while Han Zhongqi showed a painful look.

A quarter of an hour passed, Han Zhonglin's brows were already a layer of fine sweat, this was the first time he used Yuan Li to help people dredge the meridians of the whole body, and he was not skilled in his technique, so in order to prevent accidents, he had to take his time.

There was silence in the front hall, and the Han couple looked at the two of them intently, looking a little nervous. A quarter of an hour passed, and Han Zhonglin took the credit, with a smile on his face. And Han Zhongqi on the side suddenly opened his eyes, the essence in his eyes flashed, and the aura on his body became even stronger.

"Second brother, thank you!"

Han Zhongqi's face showed gratitude, he knew that the lack of time just now had saved him years of penance, not only completely breaking through the shackles on his martial arts, but also enabling him to step into the realm of the grandmaster all of a sudden. In the future, as long as he cultivates diligently, his cultivation will be able to improve steadily, and what awaits him next is the innate realm, and then maybe the realm of "immortals", without Han Zhonglin's help just now, he would not dare to expect these at all.

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