It's a pity that Han Feng got this secret book too late, with his hundred-year-old age, the meridians in his body have already been formed, and he has long missed the best cultivation period, even if this mental method is really a bit strong against the sky, Han Feng's cultivation is also doubly hard.

Fortunately, Han Feng was resolute, and with tenacity, he immersed himself in penance, and finally succeeded in stepping into the ranks of Heavenly Rank masters after three hundred years.

"If all this is a dream, this dream is too real, right?" Han Feng thought to himself.

As for how to verify the authenticity of the "dream", Han Feng had a ready-made method at this time.

In the "dream", Han Feng once helped a passer-by by chance, and he learned afterwards that the traveler who was in distress turned out to be An Daoquan, a famous doctor on the mainland who was not headed by the dragon. In return, An Daoquan taught Han Feng a method of healing his ancestral heart.

This mental method can only mobilize the weak fighting qi in the body, and it does not help in the slightest for fighting, but it is a first-class magic method for healing. It is just right for Han Feng's current situation.

Lying back on the bed, Han Feng closed his eyes and silently used his mental method, and in an instant, he felt a subtle flow of air flowing through his body.

After a while, Han Feng opened his eyes again, and it was difficult to hide the surprise in his eyes.

Unexpectedly, the "dream" method of mind turned out to be really effective. It's just that after a while, he has felt a little more comfortable, and the injuries on his body have improved slightly.

It seems that the memories of my 400 years are all true! I have really been relived again!

Thinking of this, Han Feng subconsciously clenched his fists.

Although he doesn't understand why he can go back to his childhood, since he did it all over again, if he can't take advantage of the opportunity and mix up as a person, if he can't repay his father and mentor well, and repay those who helped him, then it is better to die directly by hitting his head.

"My life path starts to turn around today!"

Han Feng said secretly in his heart.

At this time, there was a sound of eager footsteps outside the door.

Immediately followed was a familiar and unfamiliar figure.

Looking at the figure who came in in a hurry, Han Feng was suddenly excited.

The person who came was his father, Han Yiyuan!

"Feng'er, you're awake!" As soon as Han Yiyuan came in, he saw Han Feng wake up, hurriedly stepped forward, and shouted with concern.

"Daddy!"

Rao is already over four hundred years old, Han Feng still couldn't help but shout with a choked voice.

At this time, my father was only in his thirties, but after years of running and tired, a few wisps of white hair were faintly visible on his head, his face was a little wrinkled by wind and frost, and he was dressed in tattered clothes with many patches. Fortunately, because of his perennial martial arts cultivation, his body is still quite strong.

This is his father, and the memory is not bad at all. Originally, he thought that he had forgotten his father's appearance, but now he realized that it was not that he had forgotten, but that he had buried it deep in his heart and did not want to reveal it.

Facing Han Yiyuan's eyes full of concern, a warm current appeared in Han Feng's heart, and his eyes moistened again.

However, Han Yiyuan didn't notice Han Feng's tone, what he was most concerned about at the moment was Han Feng's injury.

Yesterday, when he learned that his son was injured in the "martial arts competition", and when he rushed to the martial arts arena in a hurry, Han Feng was already unconscious, and he was already out of breath and less in breath.

Han Yiyuan was shocked at the moment, and he didn't care who did it, so he hurriedly carried Han Feng home, took out his little savings, and invited a doctor to come over for treatment.

After a night of treatment, Han Feng's condition finally stabilized. Han Yiyuan breathed a sigh of relief, but when he relaxed, he looked at the prescription in his hand, and suddenly began to feel embarrassed again, because the family's savings had been all spent, where did he get the money to buy these medicinal materials?

So, before dawn, Han Yiyuan hurriedly went out and didn't come back until the evening.

Han Yiyuan came to his son, first took a closer look at his face, and found that although he was still very pale, there was a trace of blood compared to yesterday.

He put one hand on his son's arm, and a "strong" fighting spirit slowly poured into Han Feng's body. In less than a moment, Han Yiyuan was overjoyed to find that his son's injuries had improved a lot.

In Han Feng's memory, he had already stepped into the realm of the Heavenly Rank, but at this moment, he only had the strength of a second-grade martial artist, and he felt the invincible fighting spirit from his father, and he had to say that his current strength was too weak.

When he was sighing, Han Feng suddenly found that his father's face was a little bruised, and the clothes on his body also had some traces of fighting, and he couldn't help asking, "Daddy, what's wrong with you, why are you injured?"

When Han Yiyuan saw his son asking, he was a little speechless for a while, and explained a little squeaky that he accidentally fell while walking.

If Han Feng was really just an eleven-year-old child, maybe he still believed this, but now, the scars on his father's body were clearly beaten out, how could Han Feng not know this?

After a little speculation, Han Feng was almost sure that his father was willing to serve as a sparring partner for other noble children in order to treat his injuries, and he was beaten like a sandbag, and only then did he get back a pitiful silver tael.

After figuring out the truth of the matter, Han Feng fell silent all of a sudden.

In his previous life, because he was still young, he didn't have much feeling for his father's dedication, but now, after living again, he really feels his father's strong love for him.

At this moment, Han Feng secretly swore in his heart that he must let his father live a good life in this life, and he would not let his father down!

Han Feng believed that he could do this.