Looking at the bowl of purple paste-like medicinal soup in his hand, Han Feng couldn't help but show a look of nostalgia on his face.

Back then, the first time I saw this kind of medicinal soup, it was specially refined for him by the master. In order to help him improve his fighting qi cultivation, the master not only asked for this prescription, but also specially borrowed the Dan furnace of Baicaotang and refined the medicine for him with his own hands.

It's a pity that at that time, his qualifications were too poor, and the mental method he learned was wrong, even if the medicinal effect of Bailing Tang was fully absorbed into his body, he could only lose it in vain in the end.

Coming back to his senses, Han Feng didn't think much about it, frowned, and drank all the thick potions in one go.

Unlike the Bailing Soup that his master had refined for him back then, Han Feng had now replaced the two most expensive herbs in the prescription with the other three most common herbs. Although there is one more material, the cost of the entire decoction is less than 30% of the original, and there is almost no difference in the efficacy.

The only drawback of the new prescription is that the taste has become much worse, and it tastes bitter and astringent, and it is also a loss that Han Feng is now taking the drink himself, if he changes to another child, he is afraid that he will cry and resist.

After drinking the decoction, Han Feng washed the iron pot, replaced it with a few herbs, added a few bowls of well water, and began to boil it again.

Regardless of the gradually boiling iron pot, Han Feng sat cross-legged on the bed and once again practiced the trick of being proud of heaven and earth.

With the help of medicinal power, Han Feng broke through the level of the five grades like a bamboo, and his fighting spirit continued to grow rapidly.

In the evening, Han Yiyuan came back from outside, as soon as he entered the room, he smelled a very unpleasant smell, he originally wanted to ask Han Feng, but when he found out that Han Feng was cultivating hard, he didn't bother him.

Subsequently, Han Yiyuan was about to cook, but unexpectedly found that half a pot of yellow, orange and orange weird dirty water was boiling in the pot, and the unpleasant smell emanating from this pot was emanating from this pot.

Thinking that this was his son's idle and boring trick, Han Yiyuan was about to pour out the dirty water in the pot, but he heard his son shouting, "Daddy, don't! That thing is useful." ”

Han Yiyuan was stunned when he heard this, turned his head and said, "What are you going to do with it?"

Han Feng didn't explain too much, but said, "Dad, you can help me boil a bucket of water." ”

"Boil water, do you want to take a bath?" Han Yiyuan wondered.

"Daddy, don't ask so much, I'll tell you when your water is ready. Han Feng said.

Han Yiyuan felt very strange about Han Feng's behavior, but after all, he still didn't resist his son's insistence and agreed.

Soon, the water was boiling. At this time, Han Feng took the iron pot, poured the whole pot of yellow, orange and orange soup into it, and then said to Han Yiyuan: "Daddy, now you soak in the bucket." ”

"What is this?" asked Han Yiyuan in surprise.

Han Feng explained: "Daddy, don't ask too much, when you soak in the bucket and cultivate, you will understand." ”

Han Yiyuan was skeptical of Han Feng's explanation, but looking at his son's expectant eyes, he couldn't bear to refuse, so he obeyed his wishes, soaked in the bucket, and began to cultivate.

Seeing this, Han Feng didn't bother, and stood aside and waited quietly.

After a while, Han Yiyuan's face was full of surprise, but he didn't continue to cultivate, but thought of his son first, got up and said, "Feng'er, this thing is really good, you come in and cultivate, Dad will cook first." ”

"Don't!" Han Feng immediately stopped: "Daddy, this thing is for a human-level martial artist like you, so the surname of the medicine is a little stronger." I'm still too weak now, and if I come in to cultivate, it will be harmful and useless. ”

Han Feng didn't mean to be humble, this prescription was indeed a little stronger for him.

Seeing that his son was talking about the matter, Han Yiyuan stopped insisting, sat back down, and began to cultivate.

Waiting for the hot water in the bucket to gradually turn cold, Han Yiyuan just finished his work and got up. After just a moment of cultivation, he could already feel that his Dou Qi cultivation had increased a bit, and more importantly, the dark injuries left on his body had actually healed most of them, and his whole body was warm and comfortable.

Even now, Han Yiyuan didn't know the preciousness of this medicinal bath prescription? After he got his clothes again, he couldn't help but ask, "Feng'er, where did you get this recipe?"

Han Feng knew that his father would definitely ask, so he didn't panic, and said in a casual manner: "This is what I met a white-bearded old man, and he told me. ”

"Whitebeard Grandpa?" exclaimed Han Yiyuan in surprise.

Then, Han Feng told Han Yiyuan the story he had already made. Roughly speaking, a while ago, Han Feng found a white-bearded old man lying under the eaves, and he saw that he was pitiful, so he poured him a bowl of water, and then the white-bearded old man said that he would teach him some skills, and from that day on, the white-bearded old man would come to him from time to time and give him some pointers, and today's decoction was taught to him by the white-bearded old man yesterday.

In fact, Han Feng didn't deliberately hide it from his father, but his own experience was too bizarre, so it was better to make up an old grandfather to come out to comfort his father's heart.

Han Yiyuan was skeptical after hearing this, what Han Feng said was too mysterious, and it was really difficult for people to be confident, but he couldn't help but believe all the signs that Han Feng had made in the past few days. In the end, Han Yiyuan, who couldn't ask for other useful news, had to tell Han Feng to be respectful when he met this white-bearded old man in the future, and he must remember to repay his kindness when he has the opportunity in the future.

Han Feng naturally nodded yes, but he thought a little funny in his heart, the white-bearded old man was originally fabricated by him, and his father asked him to repay his kindness, could he repay himself for his kindness?

After Han Yiyuan finished speaking, he found that it was already late, so he was ready to start cooking.

And at this time, a voice containing anger sounded outside.

"Han Yiyuan, get out of here!"

Hearing the angry scolding outside, Han Yiyuan was a little confused, and walked out of the house, intending to take a look.

"Han Yiyuan, quickly hand over your little bastard. When the visitor saw Han Yiyuan coming out, he immediately said angrily.

Seeing the visitor, Han Yiyuan couldn't help frowning, this person's name is Han Zhengping, in terms of seniority, he is his seventh brother, but he is different from his illegitimate son, he is the most precious son of his uncle.

Han Yiyuan knew that although the qualifications of his seventh brother were still a lot worse than his own, he had been cared for by his family since he was a child, and his fighting spirit level had finally overwhelmed him, and now he was the strength of the third rank of the human rank.

Because he looked down on himself as an illegitimate child, Han Zhengping said that he would come over to make things difficult for him intentionally or unintentionally. And Han Yiyuan knew his situation, especially after having a son, so he could only swallow his anger and endure him everywhere.

Looking at the two servants behind the other party, as well as Han Guang with a bruised face beside Han Zhengping, Han Yiyuan didn't understand why the other party came to him. But when he heard Han Zhengping say that Han Feng was a little mongrel, a trace of anger flashed in his eyes, and his fists were also whitened by him, but in the end, he still suppressed his anger and said in a low voice: "Seventh brother, what do you mean, when did my Feng'er provoke you?"

"Phew, what seventh brother, Han Yiyuan, you don't have to be close to me, you are just an illegitimate child born to a servant girl. Han Zhengping said contemptuously, "I'll tell you, your little bastard injured my son today, if you don't give me an explanation for this, see how I clean up your father and son!"