"Be careful, although most of the victims are women, no one can say that they won't attack men, right?"

With that, the old man left.

Speaking of delicate faces, Han Tu almost instantly thought of the man who was light and thin Ning Xinying before, who was also as delicate as a woman, and also used drugs to harm people.

Coupled with the atmosphere of panic when so-and-so passed by. Isn't it, those guys have been here since then?

Wrong!

Han Tu's cold sweat had already left, not only Ning Xinying, but also Xiao Chuanzhong, who was also this drug, and only Yu Hao was by her side at that time.

With a delicate face, is it possible?

Han Tu felt as if he was caught in a conspiracy, even if he was not the main target of the other party, he would still be affected, and maybe he would die unexpectedly one day.

It seems that hard cultivation is still a top priority, at the very least, a situation like the one just now that was ambushed by a few people but didn't know it at all must not happen again.

Han Tu shook his head secretly, throwing out the distracting thoughts in his mind, now let's go see Lao Feng's daughter first, as for the rest, I will make plans when I go back.

After many inquiries, Han Tu came to the door of a courtyard.

There is one thing Han Tu thought wrong, as soon as he saw the words of the child, Han Tu preconceived that the child was only a teenager and should at least be younger than himself.

But after inquiring, Han Tucai realized that Lao Feng was already sixty years old, so his children should be thirty or forty years old, and they must have already married and graduated.

As soon as Han Tu knocked on the door, a childish voice responded, and then a crack opened in the door.

An eight or nine-year-old girl pointed out her head and said, "Who are you looking for, my mother said she wouldn't let me open the door to strangers." ”

Seeing such a cute little girl, the gloom in Han Tu's heart was swept away, and he smiled: "I won't let you open the door, why are you still opening the door." ”

"So hurry up, if your mother sees it, it's time to talk about me again. ”

"Okay, I'm here on behalf of Feng Chen, and I want to meet his daughter. ”

"Huh?" The girl hummed curiously, broke her hand and counted it: "My father is not called Feng Chen, then he is not looking for me, and my mother's father is not called Feng Chen, so I am not looking for my mother, uncle, who are you looking for." ”

While the little girl was talking, the whole person had already walked out, Han Tu stretched out his hand, touched her head and said, "Call brother." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Han Tu was stunned for a moment, if he counted his mental age in the illusion, it would be really unjust to call his uncle.

Thinking of this, Han Tu couldn't help but laugh out loud.

The little girl shook her head, shook off Han Tu's hand and said, "Mom said that the head that was touched didn't grow tall. ”

Han Tu said, "Can I invite your parents over?"

As soon as the words fell, a woman's voice sounded from the courtyard, and the voice was extremely cold.

"Don't touch my child. ”

Han Tu subconsciously withdrew his hand and said, "Don't get me wrong, I'm not a strange guy. ”

The people in this town were panicking, and Han Tu naturally understood the concerns of the women in the courtyard, and explained: "I am Dai Feng Chen, and Grandpa Feng has come to see her daughter. ”

"I don't know what Feng Chen, you can go. Then, she tried to restrain her emotions and continued: "Ke'er, how many times have I told you, don't open the door casually. ”

"Hee-hee, I know, mom is so long-winded. The little girl said yes and pulled the door shut.

Just as the goalkeeper was about to close, Han Tu stopped him.

"I have never provoked Your Excellency, and it is not appropriate for Your Excellency to insult the person I care about?"

Thinking that Feng Chen would be humiliated after his death, a nameless anger surged into his heart. In an instant, the black qi in the dantian seemed to be bewitched, and it surged towards his hands like crazy.

When Han Tu noticed something unusual, the black qi had already invaded the wooden door through his palm.

In the next second, the part of the wooden door that was close to Han Tu's palm cracked, shattered into several pieces, and fell to the ground.

The woman in the courtyard sighed, and then trotted a few steps to the little girl at the door, with a gentle look on her face.

She pulled the child in, and after confirming that the latter was not injured, she looked at Han Tu in horror. But it didn't take long for the horror to disappear, replaced by extremely resentful eyes.

Like a poisonous snake, he stared at Han Tu.

As for Han Tu, he was still looking at his right hand obsessively, and he was pleasantly surprised, happy that he seemed to know the way to use black qi, or the direction of future cultivation.

Amazingly, he didn't mean to use the black gas at all, but it operated on its own at an extremely fast speed, and even almost hurt a stranger.

If you can't control it skillfully, you may even hurt the people you care about.

Han Tu came back to his senses, looked at the woman, and sighed: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, there has been something wrong with my body recently, is the child okay?"

The woman squatted down, held the child in her arms, and said, "Hypocrisy, worthy of being Feng Chen's junior." ”

Han Tu frowned slightly, and explained: "I am not a descendant of Feng Chen, but a ......."

Speaking of this, Han Tu hesitated, if you talk about the relationship between the two, it is actually very simple, according to the ranking of the generations of the fireworks gate, the two are just brothers. But actually

Han Tu sighed: "He is my friend. ”

The woman then mocked: "Friends? ”

After Han Tu calmed down, he understood in his heart that the relationship between the woman in front of him and Feng Chen was not ordinary, and the two of them should have known each other for much longer than him.

And, looking at it like this, the misunderstanding or contradiction between the two may be deeper than Han Tu can imagine.

"I don't know what the conflict between the two of you is, I just want to come and see the child for him. Feng Chen has passed away, it should be for your Excellency, please let go of your mind. ”

"I heard Feng Chen say that her daughter likes to eat sugar gourds, please wait a while, I'll go back. ”

With that, Han Tu turned around and was about to leave.

The woman stopped him, and then asked the little girl to go back to the room first, and when the little girl's figure completely disappeared from sight, the woman continued: "That child is Feng Chen's daughter. ”

Han Tu smiled and said that he had guessed, after all, looking at the child's appearance and his eccentric personality, it was like a reprint of Feng Chen.

Han Tu, who was about to leave again, walked much briskly, which could be regarded as fulfilling Feng Chen's wish, right?

But the next woman's words made him fall to the ground and almost fell to the ground.

"Me too. ”

In the evening, it was getting dark, Han Tu returned here with a few sugar gourds, and through the broken hole in the courtyard gate, he could see whether the lanterns were lit inside, probably having rested.

Han Tu thought about it, but decided not to bother, but stuck a few sugar gourds on the courtyard gate, and left.

For him, this sugar gourd has been delivered, as for whether the other party will accept it, which daughter Feng Chen cares about, for him, there is no point in dwelling on.

By the time Han Tu returned to the fireworks gate, it was already four days later, and along the way, Han Tu also learned about the general situation from various forces, such as local gangs and official governments.

In any case, the identity of the fireworks gate is still quite good, except for some hostile gangs, most of them are friendly and can communicate normally.

After returning to the fireworks gate, Han Tu also went to visit Feng Chen's burial place.

To Han Tu's surprise, Feng Chen was buried next to the Great Elder, it seemed that this Feng Chen's identity was much more noble than he imagined.

"Lao Feng, I really didn't expect that even if you die, you have to teach me a lesson, tell me that people are separated from their stomachs, you always say that you did a lot of ridiculous things when you were young, and you are to blame for being old and having nothing to rely on. ”

"But I really didn't expect you to do such a bad thing. ”

As if he was vomiting his unhappiness, Han Tu stayed for three hours, and only at noon did he come down from the mountain and return to his residence.

After returning to the room, the first thing Han Tu did was to take out the meditation recipe and read it to see if there was anything he had missed, but this meditation recipe had been read by him many times, and coupled with his ability to never forget, there was really no point in reading it again.

The next day, Han Tu left the fireworks gate early in the morning and rushed to the nearest academy, according to Lao Feng and his analysis, the phantom throwing was specially customized for people like him, so there may be some records in the ancient books.

This look is three days and three nights, and even Han Tu himself didn't realize that such a high time and efficient reading, if it were an ordinary person, would have collapsed a long time ago.

But until the end, Han Tu didn't find any record of his magical black qi.

On the way back to the fireworks gate, he happened to pass by a tavern, Han Tu took a moment's rest, and as soon as he raised his wine glass, he heard a storytelling sermon on the stage.

"The last book said that at the birthday banquet of a certain high-ranking and powerful person, an immortal rose into the air and walked away, leaving a stunned crowd ......"

When he heard that he was rising into the air, the wine that Han Tugang had just drunk in his mouth was squirted out by him, which made the people around him laugh, and they were all talking about the fact that young people nowadays can't do it, and they can't drink a sip.

Han Tu's face was extremely strange, and he suddenly remembered that when he used the black qi to amplify his legs, he was doing a straight sprint, even if it was the first time, it was because he hit the beam.

Now think about it, if you exert your own force in the air, isn't the distance of more than ten meters the immortal who rises into the air and brushes away in the storyteller's mouth?

Could it be that there are really immortals in this world?

The so-called no wind and no waves, and the story of Mr. Storyteller is not entirely fake, most of it is based on false rumors, which has evolved into such a mysterious thing as taking off into the sky.

The story prototype is likely to be that someone can jump very high, which is exaggerated.

The story entered the climax from the foreshadowing, and then ushered in the climax of the next paragraph, and then looked at this time, Han Tu understood that today's story might not end here.

"This story has been changed from folklore, and it has been approved by the government, so you can see what will happen next, so please listen to the next breakdown. ”