"So, you were hunted down by the Demon Sect and were forced to fall into the Demon Dao?" asked Sima Yan.

Yanhua sat next to Han Fan, her eyes moist, and Sima Yan sat opposite, and the two listened to Han Fan tell his story.

"Hey, the world is unpredictable. After talking to his friends, most of the pressure in Han Fan's heart was released.

"Aren't you going to see the dean? he blames himself for what happened to you. Sima Yan asked suddenly.

"Huh?" Han Fanleng paused, and after confirming it in his mind, he originally wanted to go to Confucianism to have a look, but when he heard Sima Yan say this, he couldn't help but be moved.

"Okay. ”

When Han Fan and Sima Yan were about to get up, Yanhua reacted, hurriedly wiped her eyes, and stepped aside with a red face.

Seeing this situation, Sima Yan felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, although the disguise was excellent, Han Fan still saw some clues.

"Yanhua?" Han Fan called her.

"Huh?" Yanhua looked up at Han Fan, her blush still blushing.

"I've had a stroke in the eye, Sima, hurry up and help other girls take a look, what are you doing here!?" Han Fan turned his head and said to Sima Yan.

"Ah!" Sima Yan realized it and hurriedly moved to Yanhua's side.

Yanhua was a little dazed, and felt lost in her heart.

Sima Yan's mood was also complicated, although Han Fan's actions moved him and showed his attitude, he was unhappy.

On the other hand, Yanhua was not keen on him, Sima Yan lost the benefits, coughed slightly, and took the lead in walking out.

Han Fan pretended not to know anything, took three steps and two steps to follow, and put his hand on Sima Yan's shoulder.

Because of Sima Yan, the number one genius of the Zhulu Academy, the three of them went up the mountain smoothly without any hindrance.

Wang Zhichang has fallen a lot since he learned that Han Fan had fallen into the Demon Dao, but people at his stage naturally knew the severity and did not relax the management of Zhulu Academy.

Han Fan and the three of them came to the Meditation Lake, and the dean was standing by the lake in a trance, and a monk from the Seven Realms didn't notice the arrival of the three of them.

Dean looks much older now, Han Fan noticed his deep hunched back, the impression of Dean Wang has always been in good spirits, with a straight back, never thought that it had only been a few years, and he was already like this.

Han Fan was a little distressed, he never thought that someone would suffer such a big change because of him.

The resentment towards Confucianism in my heart was correspondingly alleviated.

"Dean Wang. Han Fan stepped forward and called softly.

Wang Zhichang would come to Jingxin Lake every day, he clearly remembered that Han Fan was building a foundation here back then, and he thought that his future was bright, and he would definitely be able to ascend to Kyushu, but he didn't expect to fall into the devil's path like this.

When Han Fan's voice came, Wang Zhi thought it was his hallucination, he could always hear Han Fan's voice, not once or twice.

"Dean, what do you want!" Han Fan had already sorted out his mood, took off the black jin on his face, and walked to him with a smile on his face.

Seeing that the old dean still didn't respond, he simply patted him on the shoulder.

Wang Zhichang seemed to be woken up from his sleep and turned his head sharply.

"Han Fan?" Wang Zhichang's voice was hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time, he could barely hear clearly, he looked stunned, looked Han Fan up and down a few times, and cleared his throat:

"Han Fan?"

Again.

"It's me, Dean. Han said with a smile.

"Han Fan?" Wang Zhichang was still not sure, the aura traveled all over his body, and the whole person came to his senses, he raised his hand and put it on Han Fan's shoulder and pinched it.

"Hahahaha, it's really you. Only then did Wang Zhichang be convinced that it was not his imagination.

"Yes, I don't think there will be a second person in the world who is more handsome than me. Han Fan pretended to be modest and waved his hand.

"Sure enough, it's you, flamboy. Wang Zhichang laughed.

The vice president also rushed over, just in time to see the dean who had been sad for several years smiling.

"It's good to come back, you are willing to come back to see us old men, which means that you still have a little conscience. The vice president walked over quickly, and he was also extremely happy.

"Vice President. "Han Fan practiced Confucianism.

is not only the vice president, but also Han Fan's former protector.

Wang Zhichang thought of something, and his fingertips entered a few spiritual qi into Han Fan's body.

Han Fan knew that the dean wanted to check on his situation, so he didn't stop him.

After a minute, Wang Zhichang withdrew his hand, sighed, and did not speak.

Seeing this, the vice president knew that Han Fan's fall into the demon path was ironclad, and the joy just now was nowhere to be seen.

He was a little unwilling, and stepped forward to feel it himself.

Han Fan saw the loss in the vice president's eyes and didn't know how to comfort him.

"It's already happened, isn't it? I have no choice but what does it matter? If you have a good heart, does it really matter what method you cultivate?" Han Fan opened his mouth to break the silence.

Wang Zhichang saw that Han Fan could see it so openly, and suddenly woke up, yes, even the parties concerned can face it optimistically, and his sad face really shouldn't be.

"Yes, if the heart is good, all laws are the right way. Han Fan, I'm still optimistic about you. ”

The vice president also understood, but he was still unhappy in his heart, Confucianism values rules, no matter how good Han Fan is, good and evil cannot be separated after all, and he will not be accepted by the righteous path of the world after all.

"What are you going to do next?" asked the vice dean.

"It's time to eat, it's time to sleep. Han Fan pretended to think about it, and then gave an answer.

"Be serious. Wang Zhichang deliberately kept a straight face.

"Of course, it is to travel the world, practice by the way, mainly play, supplemented by food. Han Fan looked serious.

"You!" the vice dean glared at at him angrily.

"Or you can eat it, I'll do it. ”

“......”

Although Han Fen is not in a proper shape, the vice president and Wang Zhichang are both relieved, at least there is no problem with Han Fan's state, which is a blessing in misfortune.

"Dean, there is the flying sword of the Middle-earth Headquarters, the red rank. A disciple hurried over.

Han Fan heard the voice and looked towards the source, and the disciple also happened to see that the eyes of the two were met.

Han ...... Han Fan!" the disciple's eyes widened and his mouth widened.

The red rank indicated that the matter was urgent, so the disciple came directly without reporting it in advance.

"What about the letter?" Wang Zhichang saw that he recognized Han Fan, and frowned, and his tone was unconsciously a little stern.

The disciple hurriedly took it out of his sleeve and didn't dare to say anything more.

Wang Zhichang opened it and looked at it, his brows becoming more and more tight.

"Something happened to the primeval portal, I'm going to be away for a few days. ”

"Okay, I'll leave it to me here, Han Fan and ......," said the vice dean, the disciple who swept his eyes and reported the news.

Wang Zhichang looked at Han Fan.

"I'm leaving. Han Fan looked at Sima Yan and Yanhua.

He saw Yanhua's reluctance, but he didn't understand Sima Yan's expression.

"It's okay, since you have your own decisions, I won't interfere with you. Wang Zhichang originally wanted to say something, but when the words came to his lips, he was silent.

"Just leaving?" Sima Yan's voice was low.

"Rare me, then stay a few more days. Han Fan pretended to be ambiguous.

"Okay. Sima Yan replied seriously.

"Huh?" After being dumbfounded, Han Fan reacted and smiled and didn't speak again.

Wang Zhichang said goodbye to a few people and took the disciple away.

"Dean, that's Han Fan, did you catch him? It's just that he doesn't seem to have changed much, has he really fallen into the Demon Dao?" the disciple couldn't help but ask on the way.

"Absolutely. Wang Zhichang wiped the disciple's head with a smile, the disciple was still a little puzzled, why was the dean suddenly so amiable, and the next second he only felt a soft force enter his brain, making him just want to sleep.

"Hello dean, ...... you" The disciple opened his eyes, only to feel that he had been asleep for a long time, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the dean beside him, and he couldn't help but feel a little at a loss, and looked around again, but he was not in the room, and suddenly became even more puzzled.

"Hmm. Wang Zhichang nodded and left in a few steps.

The disciple looked at the dean's back, and then looked around, but he couldn't remember what had just happened.

......

Han Fan went to visit Mr. Guan, who was lecturing, saw Han Fan, and waved him to wait first.

Those disciples with thick Confucian scriptures saw Mr. Guan's strange appearance and hurriedly looked out, but Han Fan had already put on a black scarf again.

The disciples were curious in their hearts, this mysterious and strange visitor was obviously much more expensive and interesting than any Dao. From time to time, their afterglow swept towards Han Fan outside the room, and several disciples began to discuss it in private.

Han Fan suddenly felt like he was back in his previous life, as if he was revisiting his alma mater, and the bored students in the classroom, in the last few rows, he was trying to find his seat at that time.

"What are you thinking?" Mr. Guan's voice was soft, but it could just wake up Han Fan who was thinking about it.

"Ah, I thought that I had sat in it and listened to my husband's lectures. Han Fan watched as the disciples who seemed to have been liberated and rushed out of the school.

"When you want to hear it, when you want to come back. Mr. Guan smiled, "However, Mr. Guan can take care of you, but others may not." ”

Han Fan's mood improved a lot, "Mr. Guan is willing to cover me, who dares to touch me?"

"You have a point. ”

The two talked and laughed, walked from the halfway up the mountain to the bottom of the mountain, walked out of the Zhulu Academy, and did not come back together until the sun set.

Han Fan originally thought that with his cultivation and perception at this stage, Mr. Guan's teachings would no longer be as useful as before, but after listening to Mr. Guan's words, he always had a sudden realization.

I feel ashamed to think of my immature thoughts.

Then Han Fan went to Mr. Wang, Mr. Wang and Mr. Guan were surprisingly consistent, and at a glance, they directly recognized Han Fan who was wearing a black scarf.

First there was Yanhua Sima Yan, and then Mr. Guan and Mr. Wang, Han Fan seriously doubted whether this rag could play a role.

Mr. Wang stepped forward and pinched Han Fan's arm and thigh, "I haven't seen you all these years, but I don't know how well I practice, so I've had two tricks with me." ”

Han Fen was naturally duty-bound, and when the two came to an open place, Han Fen did not hesitate and took the brunt of the attack.

After a few rounds, Han Fan lost miserably.

"Unleash your powers of the underworld, and I will see it. "Mr. Wang is not as tactful as Mr. Guan, and has always been straightforward.

"Okay, sir, be careful. Han Fan responded directly and launched the mantra of "attacking".

Mr. Wang was amazed when he saw the method of mantra, and when he saw the phantom of the word "attack" condensed by Han Fan's unique power, he was directly stunned.

Han Fan deliberately slowed down the offensive a little, and Mr. Wang, who had been in a hundred battles, reacted in the next moment, waving his hand and standing on a round wall where the power of words was condensed.

When the word "attack" mantra easily passed through Mr. Wang's defensive technique, he didn't feel strange, took two steps back, opened a distance of more than ten meters, and waved his hand again, it was still a round wall.

After breaking four more round walls in a row, the offensive of the word "attack" mantra was finally neutralized.

"It's not like the energy of the underworld, but there's a resemblance. Mr. Wang withdrew his hand and wondered.

"Yes, it's not just the energy of the underworld. Han Fan only explained it roughly.

Mr. Wang nodded, didn't ask for details, and directly opened the topic: "The experience I gave you didn't look good." ”

"Ahh Only then did Han Fan remember that there was such a book of magic tips in his bag.

"Okay, I don't need to explain, it's not too late to see it. Mr. Wang waved his hand, obviously to see off the guest.

Han Feng saluted and turned to leave.

"It seems that I still have a long way to go. He muttered to himself, only feeling that this trip to the deer was very rewarding.