Han Chen and Jin Jiaozi came out of the East Spirit Sword Tower without alarming anyone, and even the two of them came down from the East Spirit Peak, no one noticed. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Under Zhentian Peak, Han Chen and Jin Jiaozi stopped slightly, looking up at the sword-like giant peak in front of them, both of them were slightly distracted.

Jin Jiaozi was because he had been in the Dongling Sword Pagoda for three thousand years, and everything in the outside world had a great impact on him, so he lost his mind.

As for Han Chen!

He had a feeling of being in a different world, for outsiders, he had only been in the Eastern Spirit Sword Tower for more than three months. But for him, it was like a world away.

The inheritance of the Great Emperor, such a sense of impact, is enough to slow down the pace of the years.

"Let's go, let's go up!"

Retracting his gaze, a smile appeared on Han Chen's face, and he stepped up the stone steps and walked up.

Jin Jiaozi also came back to his senses, and the depths of his eyes were still blank, but in just a moment, he disappeared in a flash.

Three thousand years have passed, and it is not so easy to recover, of course, he is also very human, and this impact is nothing more than that.

"It's Senior Brother Han Chen!"

"Senior Brother Han Chen, your injuries are healed!"

"I've seen Senior Brother Han Chen!"

Han Chen's prestige in the Zhentian Courtyard had reached its peak as early as the time of the Great Competition of the Eight Courtyards. And more than three months ago, after the first battle in the imperial palace was rumored, Han Chen's reputation resounded throughout the entire Dongling Academy.

Along the way, when the students saw Han Chen, they all saluted respectfully.

Even if some people looked significantly older than Han Chen, they were no exception.

......

In the small courtyard.

Han Ling'er, who was wearing a long dress, was sitting at the stone table, quietly drinking tea. Opposite her was an old man in a black gold-rimmed robe.

"Ling'er, three months have long passed, and now I have given you half a month. That kid still hasn't come out!" The old man's eyes were lowered, and the cup of tea on the stone table in front of him was fragrant, but he didn't look at it, and said in a slow tone: "Today, you should go back with me!"

Hearing the old man's words, Han Ling'er's movements trembled slightly. Then he regained his composure, picked up the cup and took a sip, raised his beautiful eyes, looked at the old man, and said softly.

"Uncle Seven, please give me another half a month!"

Facing the old man, Han Linger didn't think about resisting, because she knew very well that she would do so. Nothing came of it.

"No!" the old man's eyes were still lowered, and his voice sounded calmly.

Hearing this, Han Ling'er was silent and did not speak again, although the old man only said two words, but the undoubted meaning in it made her feel clearly.

"Uncle Seven, let's have tea. The sunset today is very beautiful, Ling'er wants to take a good look!" Han Ling'er picked up the cup, took a sip, and said softly.

Today is the last day of the old man's grace period for half a month, and Han Ling'er wants to see the sunset in Dongling Academy before leaving.

"Hmm!"

This time. The old man did not object again.

The sun has already set most of it, and at most there is one more stick of incense, and it will completely fall.

After waiting for months, how could he care about this incense.

In the courtyard, there was calm.

Han Ling'er's servant. Redsleeves stood quietly aside, waiting to refill the two of them with tea.

It's just that the old man who is called Uncle Seventh still hasn't moved at all, his eyes are drooping, as if he is asleep, and the tea in the cup in front of him is already a little cold, but the red sleeves don't dare to replace him.

Han Linger held the cup and looked at the sunset on the horizon, her eyes were a little confused.

Today's sunset is really beautiful, the color of the red fire, more gorgeous than in the past, the clouds on the edge of the sky are slightly thin, but there are a lot, layer upon layer, like fish scales, the residual sun sprinkles on it, the bright red reflected in it, is extremely gorgeous.

At this time, Han Linger really hoped that Han Chen would be by her side and accompany her to watch this beautiful sunset.

"Brother Han Chen...", murmured, as if in a dream.

"Ling'er!"

At this moment, a gentle voice sounded from his side, and Han Ling'er was shocked.

Turning his head, a thrilling smile bloomed on Han Linger's beautiful face.

The door of the small courtyard has been opened, and Red Sleeves is standing aside, and in front of the door, three figures stand quietly.

The former was a young man, with a white shirt and a gentle smile on his handsome face, and a purple vultures standing on his left shoulder. The latter was a middle-aged man and a teenager, the middle-aged man stood nonchalantly, his eyes looked around, and the young man had a resolute gaze and carried an ancient sword.

It was Han Chen, Jin Jiaozi and Han Qian!

After going to Zhentian Peak, Han Chen returned to his small courtyard first, and Han Qian practiced swords in the small courtyard as he had promised.

Han Chen originally wanted Jin Jiaozi to rest in his small courtyard for a while, he wanted to meet Han Ling'er and the others first, and then arrange for Jin Jiaozi to live in the small courtyard.

It's just that he was rejected by Jin Jiaozi, and from Han Qian's mouth, Han Chen also knew what happened in Dongling Academy during this time.

Especially Han Ling'er, her seventh uncle actually came!

"Brother Han Chen!"

The fragrant breeze blew on her face, and Han Ling'er came directly to the door and threw herself into Han Chen's arms.

Han Chen was slightly stunned, and then a gentle look appeared in his eyes.

He understood Han Ling'er's thoughts. After waiting for more than three months, I was even more under the pressure brought by the seventh uncle. Especially at this last moment, she actually saw Han Chen as she wished, and the turmoil in her mood can be imagined.

"Ling'er!"

But at this moment, a cold voice sounded.

"Brother Han Chen, this is my seventh uncle!" Han Ling'er's body trembled slightly, and she left Han Chen's arms, her pretty face was slightly red, and she introduced Han Chen.

Han Chen turned his head, his gaze fell on the old man, and he looked at it slightly.

From Han Qian's mouth, he already knew the existence of this old man, and even when he was standing at the door just now, he looked at this old man without a trace, but unfortunately he found nothing.

On the old man's body, he couldn't feel a trace of breath, not even the slightest fluctuation, his eyes were lowered, and he looked like an ordinary old man, taking a nap at dusk.

It was only at this time that the old man raised his head and turned to look at him, and Han Chen finally felt that the old man was extraordinary.

There is still no trace of breath fluctuations on the body, and the withered face, like the bark of a tree, shows the traces of time.

But those old eyes have a sharp edge, swallowing from time to time, as if they are about to burst out at any time!

He didn't need any aura cultivation, just this sharp edge made Han Chen's whole body feel erected, and the cold air behind him was rising, as if he was being pointed at with a sword, so that he didn't dare to be careless.

Strong!

Very strong!

The strength of this old man can be called terrifying, and he is definitely a level of eight courtyard masters.

In other words, this old man is also a powerhouse of the Venerable Realm!

At this time, the old man slowly spat out a few words.

"The Han clan abandons the clan!" (To be continued.) )

ps: (Is it swollen today?, a monthly pass is also wooden!)