There was only the sound of the rushing river in his ears, Han Fan didn't know if the little monk would be washed to the bottom of the river or where, there were too many corpses and dry bones in the water, he had to look at them one by one.

Tears drowned in the river, Han Fan tried to open his eyes wide, and the water of the Nai River was cold to the bone.

No...... No...... Or not.

When Han Fan returned to the shore in despair, the soldiers had already returned to the camp, and Nie Baisheng was waiting for Han Fan alone.

There was only silence between the two, and neither spoke.

Han Fen looked around and seemed to suddenly think of something.

"You come out!" Han Fan roared.

The vice president appeared behind Han Fan, and he looked at Han Fan quietly.

"Why don't you save him, it's just a favor, right?" Han Fan said in a low voice.

"I'm your protector, not someone else's, am I going to help every friend of yours when they're in danger?"

Han Fan looked at the extremely strange old man in white in front of him, in Han Fan's cognition, he was not like this.

"You remember, my kindness to you is only for you, the road has to be walked by yourself, you have to go through many lives and deaths, you want to protect who to keep by your side, you can only rely on yourself. The vice president said that and left.

He was able to cultivate to the Seven Realms, could it be that he relied on enthusiasm? Everyone is not simple, Han Fan needs to grow up on his own, and when facing this kind of thing, he can carry it lightly.

In fact, the vice president was also distressed when he looked at Han Fantong's red eyes and haggard appearance, but this was something that had to be experienced, otherwise he couldn't fly alone after all.

Han Fan knelt on the ground, two lines of clear tears fell to the ground, General Nie looked at Han Fan's embarrassed appearance, sighed and left.

Over the past year, he has known Han Fan a little, Han Fan seems to be easy-going, but in fact, he is very stubborn, and he can only cross the hurdle in his heart.

In the enemy camp, Zhang Ling has not recovered yet: "Hurry, hurry, hurry up and report to the saint, the monk of the imperial court is dead, and he will go overnight." A scout took the order to leave.

The sound of horses' hooves on the other side woke Han Fen, who raised his head, his bloodshot eyes back into focus.

His ears seemed to remember the crisp voice of the little monk.

"Brother Han, do you know, because of the hidden danger of the demons, the master named me Xin'an, and now I know that I will only be at ease when I am by your side. ”

"Brother Han, I adore you so much. ”

"Brother Han, I will follow you in the future, and you will take me to the rivers and lakes. ”

Han Fan still remembers the picture of patting his chest and agreeing happily.

He sat cross-legged instead, adjusting to his best.

The sound of horses' hooves gradually faded away, and Han Fan stood up, and a cold light came out of his waist.

"Peace of mind, Brother Han has killed them all, so he will continue to look for you. ”

This night, Han Fan no longer hides his strength, this night, Han Fan looks like a crazy demon, this night, the wailing and roaring continues, the cold light is soaked in blood, and the air is already red.

"It's not good, you guys follow me. General Nie was sitting in the main camp tent resting, when he suddenly opened his eyes and burst into drinks.

When Nie Baisheng and several of his entourage rushed to the enemy barracks, their eyes widened.

If there is a Shura hell in the world, then that's just it.

Blood was sprinkled on almost every inch of the barracks, and in the clearing, the heads of people were piled up into a hill, and at the top was the head of the enemy general Zhang Ling, whose eyes were furious and he could not look at him.

Han Fan was covered in blood and knelt on the hill, his body supported by the cold.

Nie Baisheng's face was full of horror, Han Fan gave everyone the impression that he was easy-going and gentle, never lost his temper with anyone, and never put on a show and pretended to poste, the soldiers in the camp could tease him for a word or two if he pulled out any of them, and Han Fan would also respond with a smile.

Today's scene has subverted what they have always knew.

"General Nie, he ...... He ...... "An entourage's voice trembled, it was not that he was timid, but the monstrous murderous aura exuded from Han Fan's body, even Nie Baisheng himself was afraid, not to mention the entourage.

"Han Fan, you broke the rules. General Nie said in a deep voice.

"Rules? Han Fan raised his head and smiled fiercely.

"The rule is, they all have to die. Han Fan stood up and staggered away.

From then on, there was no more easy-going and always smiling figure in the camp, and there would be no more little bald man with a fair and lovely face next to him.

Han Fan went down the Nai River and left directly.

The news spread that the soldiers on the border of Danyang City were completely annihilated, and the name of the Jade Sword Maniac Demon became Han Fan's alone.

The young man's hands were stained with blood, and he no longer had the pleasant face he had before, nor did he have a smile that shone in the eyes of the little monk.

Han Fan walked down the Nai River with one person and one sword, drinking a sip of the water of the Nai River when he was thirsty, and hunting wild beasts when he was hungry.

He didn't know how to find the little monk, based on the experience of his previous life, the little monk should fall into a coma, then fall asleep and drift in the river, and eventually always anchor somewhere. As long as you follow the riverbank, you will definitely find it.

The vice dean's eyes were wet with emotion from Han Fan's behavior, but no matter how much he felt sorry for this disciple, he absolutely couldn't interfere.

In winter, the Nai River freezes, the snow falls, and everything is silent, and occasionally white bears chisel ice fishing.

In the spring, the river melts and flows over the plains, which grow new green and flow over the mountains, where the roar of the beast after awakening from hibernation is heard.

In the summer, there are bright red ducks frolicking on the Nai River through the forest, and a variety of exotic animals drink water along the river.

In autumn, the cool breeze blows, the yellow fallen leaves hover over the river, and the tattered robes and long hair of Han Fan fly.

Hurry during the day and practice at night.

Han Fan has encountered bandits blocking the road, killing them with one punch, encountering an attack by a strange beast, and slashing them with a sword.

During this period, the abbot of Baita Temple came to dissuade Han Fan, Han Fan folded his hands, and then bypassed him and continued to walk.

Two years have passed, and Han Fan's four-way swordsmanship has inadvertently reached the realm of swordsmanship.

He had a feeling in the gale, and created several styles of his own swordsmanship, and the sword rose like the wind, not knowing what to do, and not knowing the end.

In two years, Han Fan has already been the eighth stage of the second realm.

The vice president is full of worries, the line of the natal word can not be decided by himself, but according to the individual's character and heart self-cohesion, although Han Fan's understanding is amazing, but at this time there was an accident, resulting in a big change in Han Fan's temperament, if Han Fan condensed the original name that was too extreme, this will have an immeasurable impact on the future development.

Han Fan is still looking for the little monk along the Nai River, and if he continues like this, the Nai River will come to an end, what will happen when the time comes?

Two years ago, the Emperor of Danyang City sent people to Zhulu Academy to ask for an explanation, and the dean made a large amount of compensation before calming the matter.

Generally, Confucianism is not allowed to participate in secular battles, Han Fan broke the rules, and the dean helped him bear the consequences, and was called back to the Nanzhou Confucian Branch, and the Zhulu Academy was replaced with a new dean, called Wang Zhichang.

The position of the vice president has not changed, Nanzhou knows about Han Fan, and after some discussion, he decided to continue to vigorously cultivate Han Fan, the protector is still the protector, but he has to report the situation of Han Fan to him on a regular basis.

Han Fan didn't stop moving forward until he heard about it, two years, he already knew that the little monk might really be gone, he didn't accept it, he just didn't know where else he could go and what else to do.

He decided to go to the academy, the master had already left, the things that should have been learned had been learned, thousands of books to read by himself, thousands of miles to walk by himself, it was time to go to the Tao.

Returning to the academy and looking at the surprised eyes of the academy disciples, Han Fan finally came back to his senses.

"What about Sima Yan?" he asked.

"I haven't returned. The vice president spoke, and continued: "But his natal light has not been extinguished, and it is burning vigorously. ”

Han Fan nodded and walked towards the top of the mountain.

As if he suddenly thought of something, he hurriedly stopped and asked, "Then the White Pagoda Temple will also have a natal light of peace of mind?"

"The physique of physical cultivation is special, and it is impossible to light the natal lamp. The vice president looked at Han Fan's expectant eyes, a little unbearable, but he still told the truth.

"Who is this?" asked the new academy disciple.

"It's a genius disciple of the last session, named Han Fan, who was beautiful at the time, look at what he has become now?"

Zhulu Academy recruits disciples once every two years, and last year there was a new genius Wang Fei, who was accepted as a closed disciple by Wang Zhi, and in more than a year, he has cultivated to the peak of the second realm, with a high arrogance and no one in his eyes, and when he heard that Han Fan was a genius disciple of the previous session, he suddenly had an idea.

In his perception, Han Fan only had the cultivation of the early stage of the second realm, which was almost a realm behind him.

"Stay. Wang Fei put his hands around his chest and spoke.

Han Fan ignored it at all.

What's his name?" Wang Fei turned his head sideways and asked the disciple next to him, "Han Fan." ”

"Yes, Han Fan, stay here, I want to challenge you. Wang Fei raised his head and said.

The disciples suddenly fell silent, and everyone was waiting for Han Fan's response.

Han Fan glanced back at Wang Fei and continued to walk towards the mountain.

Wang Fei was enraged by Han Fan's behavior of no one in his eyes, and the purple text power condensed into a big hand and slapped at Han Fan.

An exclamation sounded, and some timid disciples subconsciously covered their eyes.

An emerald green sword light swept past Han Fan.

The big purple hand drifted away with the wind, and the emerald green color did not slowly stop until an inch in front of Wang Fei, and finally slowly dissipated, Han Fan put his sword into the sheath and left.

Wang Fei's lips trembled, and he no longer had the courage to speak harshly.

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"What do you mean?" asked Wang Zhichang.

"I have finished learning the truth in the book, and I will go on the road of ten thousand miles and make up for the ten thousand books that I have not finished. Han Fan said lightly.

"I see, it's just that this time, how long are you going to go?" Wang Zhichang breathed a sigh of relief, he also thought that Han Fan was going to quit Confucianism.

"Maybe ten years, maybe twenty years. Han Fan thought for a while and said.

"In this way, you first break through the three realms in the academy, and then go directly to Dongzhou, Dongzhou is the place where sword cultivation is prosperous, from Dongzhou to Zhongzhou, you must go to the Confucian Academy in Zhongzhou to report within ten years, and participate in the battle of the blue list after ten years. Wang Zhichang thought for a while and spoke.

"Okay, by the way, the dean's departure...... Is it because of me?" Han Fan asked.

"Yes. Wang Zhichang responded.

Han Fan fell silent and stopped talking.

"You're waiting for me outside. Wang Zhichang said again.

Han Fan replied and walked out of the attic.

"Dean Wang. The white-clothed vice president spoke.

"Let him go on his own, you can't protect him like this after all, life and death are rich and noble, if he really deserves to die early, you can't stop it." Wang Zhichang reasoned.

"Don't worry too much, the cultivation resources and life-saving means before the Five Realms, the Confucian Academy will advance them to him. ”

"Okay. The vice president spoke.

"Just before I can do that, I have to correct him, lest this kid go the wrong way. Wang Zhichang said.

The vice president stopped talking, and finally sighed and turned to leave.