Han Fuzi

Originally, he thought that there were only winged people in the Sky City, but he didn't expect that the next day, Bai Yan would see the third Zhongzhou person besides him and Wei Ke, that is, his future teacher standing in front of him, Han Fuzi.

Han Fuzi's name is Han Yan, and he is an old man who has entered the age of the sixtieth year but is still tough. When it comes to Han Yan, there are many people in Zhongzhou who still give a thumbs up, while others can't help but shudder.

More than ten years ago, when Bai Yang, the son of the dynasty, first ascended to the throne, and Han Yan was the real power of the new dynasty, advocating change, and when Bai Yang's throne was not consolidated, he uprooted the corrupt and stubborn power of the DPRK and China by thunderous means, paving the way for the new emperor. In terms of dealing with vassal states, Han Yan was even tougher, and he advised the emperor to abolish the feudal system and implement the county system. Helplessly, the strength of the princes and kings was too strong, and Han Yan could only rely on the power of Wei Wang Bai Wuye outside, and constantly govern and suppress the vassal states. The princes and kings have reached the point where they have changed their color when talking about Han Yan.

There is Zaifu Han Yan in the court, and there is Wei Wang Bai Wuye outside, and the people in the world seem to see the hope of the prosperity of the Dafeng Dynasty, and the emperor Bai Yang also said that Han Yan and Bai Wuye are the two dragon pillars of the Dafeng Dynasty. Even the great leader of the barbarian tribe, King Taerqin Great Khan, who had died, after the failure of his last southward march in his life, rode up to Shouyang Mountain in the north, overlooked the fertile land of Zhongzhou, and turned back to warn his sons: "Han Yan, Bai Wuye, Dafeng has these two people, then Zhongzhou cannot be lowered." After speaking, he burst into tears and pulled out his knife to kill himself.

In the winter of the fifth year of Emperor Xi, Han Yan once again admonished the emperor, and the Son of Heaven passed and implemented the "Tui En Order" specifically for the princes. In the spring of the second year, the six princes and kings with different surnames raised troops one after another under the banner of "Qing Jun's side", which was known as the "Rebellion of the Six Kings" in history. This rebellion finally ended with the emperor reluctantly beheading Han Yan, and the princes withdrew their troops under the power of the king, but he never thought that Han Yan did not die, but fled from Zhongzhou and came to the city in the sky.

"Why do you worship me as your teacher?" Han Yan's eyes were like torches.

"I, Uncle Wei said that Master Han's talent is not only outstanding in literature, history and economy, but also unique in terms of military writing and strategy, let me learn from Master." Bai Yan didn't know how to answer, so he could only repeat what Wei Ke said.

Han Fuzi took a step forward and stared at Bai Yan's eyes, "Then, what about after you finish your studies, have you thought about what you want to do?" ”

"Uncle Wei said......"

"I want to hear you!" The old man with gray sideburns was as sharp as a cheetah.

"I, I'm ......" Bai Yan was speechless for a long time, not knowing how to answer.

The old man kept staring at Bai Yan, and he lowered his head, not daring to meet the old man's gaze.

The old man waited for a long time, but did not wait for an answer, and the sharp light in his eyes dimmed.

Without saying anything, the old man turned and walked into the room.

"Master", the young man's voice came from behind him, but it was already in a sobbing tone, "I want revenge".

The old man turned around, and the young man was already kneeling on the ground, his head held high with tears on his face.

"After I finish my studies, I will go back to Zhongzhou, where there are still six people I want to kill, and there are still six countries that I want to destroy."

The old man's pupils contracted suddenly, shooting a sharp light. A sense of heroism and sorrow welled up in my heart at the same time, as if a fire was about to erupt from my eyes.

The young man in front of him had already wiped away his tears, knelt down to the end, "Please teach me, Master."

The room was filled with hearty laughter like the old man's long-cherished wish had been granted.