The handsome young man, that is, Yang Qingfeng, was quite helpless to straighten his long hair that was messy in the wind, and asked:

"Leaving now?"

Han Fan wanted to agree, but when the words came to his lips, he thought of Xie Ruoyun, he wanted to take advantage of Yang Qingfeng now that he was by his side, and on the premise that his safety would not be easily threatened, he would go to her and ask her why.

But somehow, when he thought of facing the little monk and the various consequences he would face, Han Fan lost his courage.

"Let's go now. ”

Yang Qingfeng noticed Han Fan's low mood, although he was curious, he didn't ask much, stepped forward and grabbed his shoulder, a strong dizziness accompanied by a trance in front of him, and the two left.

A month and a half later, the two arrived at the edge of Beizhou, and Han Fan wanted him to send him to Chang'an City, but Yang Qingfeng claimed that there was an urgent matter to deal with, and the two said goodbye here.

Yang Qingfeng didn't stop for the slightest, and hurried towards Zhongzhou.

Not long ago, Steward Song spread the word that Brother Tu was upset and injured the son of a big man, and the son of the big man was also stubborn, and he was used to being arrogant for many years, and he refused to back down, so he had to apologize to Brother Tu.

So he was beaten again, and it is said that Xiuwei regressed and alarmed his family.

If you really want to talk about the background, except for the three sects, Brother Tu can walk sideways, but he has always been low-key, and no one knows that his master is a powerhouse of the Nine Realms, so this incident happened.

When he arrived at the border of Beizhou, there was not much distance from Chang'an City, and Han Fan went to that familiar place with apprehension.

After a period of time, he came to the gate of Chang'an City, looked at the city, and after seeing the big city of Dongzhou Zhongzhou, Chang'an City was no longer as magnificent as when he first saw it.

Han Fan subconsciously adjusted the black towel covering his face, and after taking a few deep breaths, he slowly walked into the city.

The cultivation of the Four Realms is already very considerable in Beizhou, and such cultivation can already become an elder of many sects if it is placed in Yancheng, near his parent Xinghua Town. Therefore, Han Fan released a little momentum, and the soldiers defending the city did not dare to do anything to stop it.

The Changping Sword Sect in Rock City, that is, the place where Han Fan was selected to participate in the disciple recruitment test but gave up, also met Song Ziming here.

The last time the battle for the swordsman list happened to be encountered, and in the end, he parted in a hurry, it was said that there was something urgent, and I don't know how he is now.

Han Fan walked forward while thinking nonsense, came back to his senses, and found that he had entered the monk realm in Chang'an City, the monks and people in Chang'an City were divided into two areas by the light curtain, and Han Fan saw a golden sign in the bazaar selling various materials, herbs and exotic treasures, which was the one released by Confucianism for him.

It turned out that Confucianism didn't intend to kill me, but just wanted to catch me alive, and it seems that I was wrong to blame them before. Han Fan thought to himself, and the resentment in his heart was also eliminated a lot.

Han Fan's outfit attracted the attention of a large number of monks, but when they sensed Han Fan's cultivation slightly, they withdrew their gaze and stopped looking at it more.

After reading the show, Han Fan's mood has improved a lot, but that's all, in his opinion, the reason why Confucianism did not choose to directly want his head is because they have not given up hope, if they can clear the demon seed in his body, then the role of a disciple with golden Confucian qualifications can be imagined.

But what if the elimination fails? Han Fan didn't dare to think about his fate.

Confucianism obviously would not secretly hide a demonic monk in the headquarters, even if it was to seal the mouth of the righteous monk in the world, Han Fan must be executed.

For this, Han Fan never takes chances, and being cautious and low-key is a necessary quality for living longer.

While thinking about these questions, he walked aimlessly, and when he came back to his senses, he found that he had reached the foot of the mountain of Zhulu Academy.

The two Confucian disciples guarding the mountain gate glanced at Han Fan and discussed with each other about this mysterious guy.

"What is he doing standing there, he is dressed up so mysteriously, could it be a misdeed?" one of the monks in the first stage of the first realm asked his companion.

"Shhh, don't talk nonsense, you try to sense the other party's cultivation. Another companion hurriedly motioned for him to boo.

The monk who spoke earlier carefully released his divine sense to sense the fluctuations on Han Fan's body, and in his perception, Han Fan was like a bottomless and tranquil lake, seemingly calm, but in fact, hidden under the surface of the lake was a bottomless and turbulent undercurrent.

"This ......" The gatekeeper disciple shuddered for a moment, he couldn't sense the other party's accurate cultivation, proving that this unidentified monk was at least three realms higher than him.

"Shall we inform the elders?" the monk lowered his voice, his voice shaking.

"Don't act rashly, the other party doesn't have any obvious moves, if he doesn't go up the mountain, we treat it as if we don't see it, more is better than less, don't provoke yourself. The other disciple guarding the door had a serious face.

"Good. The companion's imminent imminence made him gradually calm down, and he began to deliberately turn his gaze away, but the afterglow kept locking on Han Fan.

Han Fan thought twice and finally decided to leave.

The two disciples guarding the door breathed a sigh of relief as they watched the mysterious monk turn away.

Next, Han Fan went to Xinghua Town again, and in a few years, nothing seemed to have changed here, the only difference was that the tavern opened by his brother had been emptied, and the small courtyard where Han Fan's family lived was also quiet.

"It seems that his family has been taken away by the people of the underworld. Han Fan muttered, his emotions did not fluctuate much, after all, he already knew the result.

After visiting Rock City, Han Fan returned to Chang'an City, found a restaurant in the monk world, sat down by the window, and watched the monks come and go outside the window.

At this time, he desperately hoped that he would see Baozi sitting on the other side after looking down and looking up again, his small palm supporting his delicate chin and looking at him quietly.

Pull your eyes back from the window and look at the seat opposite, which is empty.

"What does this master want to eat?" Xiao Er asked.

Han Fan looked up at Xiao Er, the monk of the fifth stage, who had not yet reached the first realm.

"Bring you the best wine you've ever made, and serve a few snacks at will. Han Fan waved his hand, Xiao Er nodded, and walked away with interest.

"Xiao Er, serve the wine, it's the same as before!" a voice sounded from behind Han Fan's side.

"Okay, this man. Xiao Er responded positively.

"Brother Sima, don't drink it, it's been so long, and it's not a way for you to use alcohol to kill your worries every day!" a female voice came.

Hearing this familiar voice, Han Fan's whole person was suddenly extremely excited, he tried his best to control his emotions and movements, and pretended to turn his head casually.

Sure enough, it was the two of them!

Sima Yan and Yanhua!

Sensing that someone was watching, Sima Yan quickly looked in the direction where his gaze came, but Han Fan had already turned his head back.

Sima Yan looked at the back and felt a little familiar, but he didn't dare to confirm it.

"What's wrong, Brother Sima?" Yanhua looked concerned.

"It's fine. Sima Yan shook his head, and the afterglow kept locking on to the back, trying to find the origin of that familiar feeling from his memory.

One by one, the people he knew slipped through Sima Yan's mind, and finally the memory stayed on his best brother.

Compared with the back in his memory, the arm in front of him was even thicker, and Sima Yan was a little surprised.

He sent a voice to Yanhua: "Look at the person behind you, by the window, be careful not to be noticed." ”

Yanhua didn't turn her head immediately after hearing this, the two found a topic and chatted for a while, Yanhua called Xiao Er, turned around, and glanced at Han Fan's location.

An inexplicable familiarity took over her heart, and Yanhua almost lost her temper, and hurriedly ran the magic technique to calm down.

Han Fan noticed the gaze of his gaze, and suddenly became a little nervous, on the surface he was still indifferent, looking absentmindedly at the scene outside the window.

Yanhua and Sima Yan glanced at each other, and they both saw the surprise in each other's eyes.

"It seems to be...... Han Fan?" Yanhua said, her tone full of uncertainty and suppressed surprise.

"Maybe ......" Before Sima Yan finished speaking, Yanhua had already hurriedly got up and trotted over.

Sima Yan had no choice but to shut up, and at the same time focus his attention.

"It's really you!" Yanhua just glanced at Han Fan, his face still covered with a black cloth.

"You can recognize this?" Han Fan's eyes widened in surprise.

"It's really you!!" Yanhua repeated again, her tone was aggravated, and she couldn't wait to rush up and hug Han Fan.

Sima Yan watched Yanhua hugging that back, and also got up and walked over, his mood was a little complicated, both happy and sad.

"Han ......" Yanhua hurriedly covered her mouth when she said a word, looked around, and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that no one had noticed this.

"You're still willing to come back!" Sima Yan patted Han Fan on the shoulder, his tone full of concern.

Looking at his best brother, Han Fan couldn't help but wet his eyes, he sucked his sour nose and said:

"Long time no see!"