The name of the Qingyi Han Stone quickly spread throughout Changhai City, as well as thousands of miles in the vicinity.

Although this person was only a Yuandan monk, he was not defeated under the blow of Yuanying monk, and then he refused the invitation of Zhang Yuanfeng, the behind-the-scenes leader of the City Lord's Mansion, and refused to be the city lord, and took the token in front of Zhang Yuanfeng.

And in this Changhai City, there are so many cruel and bloodthirsty people, but when Han Shi left, no one dared to step forward to stop them, these people were silent, watching Han Shi go away, but they didn't even leave a cruel word.

Slowly, the name of Han Shi spread, but there are many different versions of this story, and some versions have reached the realm of mystery and mystery, and the gods are like gods.

If Han Shi heard this, he would be stunned by this story, and he couldn't imagine that in the story, he had become a god.

In the City Lord's Mansion, Zhang Yuanfeng sat cross-legged on the futon, pinching the trick with one hand, and the treasure was *, covered with a thin layer of aura, like a light veil.

After a long time, Zhang Yuanfeng exhaled a breath, slowly opened his eyes, looked at Zhang Mubai who was kneeling on the ground in front of him, and said lightly: "Mubai, are you blaming the teacher?"

Zhang Mubai knocked his head on the ground and said in a low voice: "The disciple doesn't dare, it's just that Han Shi won't die for a day, and the disciple is really at ease." ”

"This person is blatantly rude to my city lord's mansion, and his exercises are weird, if he is left unchecked, one day, he will become a big trouble for my city lord's mansion, I only hope that the master will personally take action to kill this fang. ”

Zhang Mubai's eyes were full of hideousness, and the jealousy in his heart was like poison, penetrating deep into the bone marrow.

Even Zhang Yuanfeng didn't know that this jealousy was not only aimed at Han Shi, but also against him.

"You invited Han Shi to be the lord of the city in public, but where did you put me? I, Zhang Mubai, the lord of a city, did you make me retreat in embarrassment with a light remark? And that Han Shi actually disregarded the position of the city lord, and even avoided it. ”

All of this made Zhang Mubai's heart surging with hatred like the fire that burned the sky.

Zhang Yuanfeng looked at Zhang Mubai for a long time, with a complicated meaning in his eyes.

Zhang Mubai is the son of his brother, when he was three years old, his parents encountered a strong enemy to seek revenge, in order to protect Zhang Mubai, he finally chose to die with the enemy.

The brother held back his breath and was reluctant to die until he came and entrusted Zhang Mubai to him.

Over the years, in order to live up to his brother's trust, Zhang Yuanfeng put aside the family affection between the two, accepted this Zhang Mubai as a disciple, and taught him wholeheartedly until he supported him to sit on the position of city lord.

Zhang Mubai's actions in this Changhai City, he was not unaware, and he also had the intention of teaching a lesson, but he never hardened his heart, and his brother's entrustment before his death was like yesterday.

Zhang Yuanfeng let out a long sigh and said: "That Han Shi's strength is not weak, and he has a close relationship with that Ruan Peng, in this Changhai City, even if he personally takes action for the teacher, I am afraid that he is only fifty percent sure."

However, the teacher promised you that once this person leaves Changhai City and goes to Thundercloud Island, the teacher will personally take action and rob and kill this person, whether it is successful or not, it can be regarded as giving you an explanation.

This bottle of elixir, you take the refining, ten days later, it is the day of the opening of Thundercloud Island, you return to the peak state as soon as possible, the battle of Thundercloud Island is a big deal, you must not be lazy, on the island, the master can't help you. ”

Zhang Yuanfeng took out a white jade bottle from his sleeve, cautiously handed it to Zhang Mubai, and glanced at Zhang Mubai meaningfully.

Zhang Mubai took the white jade bottle with both hands, bowed respectfully, and said, "Thank you, Master, the apprentice will definitely do his best to raise the name of my Changhai City." ”

Zhang Yuanfeng nodded slightly, and said: "On Thundercloud Island, there are many opportunities, as long as you get one of them, you can increase your strength, and you can't be greedy, after you get out of the island, even if Han Shi is not dead, he will not dare to come to Changhai City again, the position of the city lord is still yours, what the teacher said before was just a bait for Han Shi, don't take it seriously." ”

Zhang Mubai breathed a sigh of relief slightly, with a slight smile on his face, and left.

There was a trace of helplessness in Zhang Yuanfeng's eyes, with his understanding of Zhang Mubai, although he couldn't see it on the outside, he must have been angry in his heart, if he didn't kill Han Shi, but let Zhang Mubai mess around, I was afraid that he would really die at Han Shi's hands in the end.

With a long sigh, Zhang Yuanfeng closed his eyes again.

The Treasure Pavilion, after a while, has long been closed.

On the third floor, the white-haired old man sat on a chair made of bamboo and rattan, gently swaying back and forth, holding a cup of tea in his hand.

If anyone is around, they will find something strange, no matter how the chair swayes, the teacup in the old man's hand seems to be fixed in mid-air.

This fixed feeling is like being nailed to the wall, not moving at all, even the tea in the cup, there is no swaying, only the water vapor floats slightly, wafting a fragrance of tea, making the white-haired old man show a wisp of comfort.

This combination of movement and stillness gives people a unique sense of beauty, with stillness in movement and movement in stillness.

What is even more rare is that this white-haired old man did not use a trace of yuan force to support the teacup, but completely relied on the strength of his hands to maintain the balance of the teacup.

Han Shi's figure, like a ghost, suddenly appeared at the entrance of the third floor, only three feet away from the white-haired old man.

Han Shi strolled towards the white-haired old man and arched his hand: "Junior Han Shi, I have seen my predecessors." ”

The white-haired old man ignored Han Shi's appearance, still swaying back and forth on the chair.

Han Shi's eyes flashed, he looked at the teacup in the old man's hand, and after a long time, he said respectfully: "The predecessor made an extraordinary shot, Han Shi admires it." ”

In Han Shi's eyes, the white-haired old man's move seemed extremely simple, but if he did it, he would not be able to do it at all without using Yuan Force, and even if he did it reluctantly, it would only be extremely close to stillness, not complete stillness.

In Han Shi's induction, this move did not rely on supernatural spells, but only relied on the coordination of the hands.

This seems simple, but it requires a very high level of understanding of movement and stillness, and it is possible to do it, which is very extraordinary.

"Xiaoyou, your strength is not weak, but there are some things that need to be polished by time to show brilliance, you look at the teacup in my hand, whether it is moving or not, whether you understand it or not, hahahaha. The white-haired old man opened his eyes, laughed, and stared at Han Shi with blazing eyes.

Han Shi was stunned, this question, he had never thought about it, at first glance, the rocking chair was shaking, but the teacup was not moving, and this kind of immobility was from the perspective of the whole room.

But if you look at the teacup from the perspective of a rocking chair, the teacup is moving all the time.

But if the teacup is really moving, why is the water in the teacup as flat as a mirror?

Han Shi's eyes gradually had a confused look, moving or not, understanding or not, gradually, in his heart, it turned into a whirlpool.

After Han Shi's mind passed through this confused whirlpool, he vaguely seemed to see the withered and glorious twin trees again, transforming between withering and glory, just like all kinds of things in this world, wandering back and forth between the two extremes, but he could never get rid of all this.

A spiritual light flashed in Han Shi's heart, and as soon as this spiritual light appeared, it immediately faded away and disappeared.

This spiritual light does not really disappear, but is hidden in the mind, and will gradually show its brilliance as the realm improves.

Han Shi pondered for a long time, and sighed lightly: "The juniors really don't know, and I hope that the seniors will solve my doubts." ”

The white-haired old man glanced at Han Shi sideways, stood up from the chair, pinched the teacup with his fingers and shook it, put it under his nose and took a deep breath of tea, drank it all, touched his mouth, and said with a smile: "Are you interested in joining the Treasure Pavilion, if you are willing to come, this third chair is yours." ”