Following the path, Han Feng walked all the way to the hunchbacked old man who was sweeping the floor.

"There is a place for worship in front of you, and this is a place where many heroes sleep. Please move your way." The hunchbacked old man still lowered his head and swept the ground quietly.

"oh!"

Han Feng apologized and turned around and walked backwards.

Everyone is rejecting me, and even their friends leave me.

Looking at the tombstones that were beyond the end in front of him, Han Feng suddenly felt a sense of sadness surged into his heart, and completely diluted the joy just now. Thinking of what happened just now, Han Feng was stunned and fell into deep thought.

If I hadn't had a certain strength, I could only queue up and waste time there. Even if I had the strength, if I didn't have to come out, I would still be bullied by evil people and even lose my friends because of this.

Han Feng had a lot of thoughts in his heart.

In the silent tomb of heroic spirits, the breeze blew quietly, and a trace of desolation and loneliness infected every visitor with a delicate mind.

Han Feng was awakened by the breeze blowing, and the old man behind him urged him again, and Han Feng had to walk out step by step.

Han Feng was slapped in front of every tombstone passing by casually. He let you sway and move around in your lifetime, but you can only turn into a pure land after death; he can only dominate one side during death, but you can only abdicate and give way to the wise after death. There is no eternal strong man, only death is the final destination.

Thinking of this made Han Feng feel unconsciously he didn't want to continue. He was thinking randomly in his heart, and his steps were constantly stopped. At this time, he could clearly feel a trace of the knife carving and axe in his hand. Han Feng stopped, squatted down slowly, and looked at the tombstone in front of him.

Although the marks on the tombstone in front of me are still there compared to other tombstones, after years of erosion, they have been worn out so that the handwriting at that time cannot be seen. They can only vaguely see the engraved "...father... tomb... respectfully"

Han Feng gently touched the word "father" with his right hand, and felt a blurry sound in front of him. A drop of hot tears dripped along the corner of his eyes and hit the palm of his left hand placed on his knee.

"Father......"

Han Feng first thought of his father who was already blurred in his mind. Han Feng was still ignorant, so his father passed away, leaving the orphan and widowed mother to live hard. In Han Feng's memory, he only remembered that when he was a child, his father often held himself on his shoulders. The one he saw the most and impressed the most was the back of his father's head, and his father's face had long been blurred, and he had only seen it in the photos.

Unable to guess what was carved on the stone tablet, Han Feng only regarded it as a son's longing for a loving father, and resonated in his heart.

"This great father, your son may have passed away. Today I will let me kowtow to you and express my longing for my father. I hope there is no presumptuousness!"

Han Feng said as he changed from squatting to kneeling, his entire upper body slowly fell down, and his forehead gently touched the earthen bun.

"Ding Dong! Congratulations to the players on completing the mission of worshiping the heroic tomb!"

"Ding Dong! Trigger the only hidden mission, the sword master's thoughts, do you accept it?"

Han Feng, who was full of sadness, raised his head in a daze and carefully studied the prompt sound of the system in his mind just now. "Only, hidden task?"

The surprise of the hidden mission by chance brought some comfort to Han Feng, who was in a depressed mood at this time.

"I want to cheer up!" Han Feng was silent for a while, raised his head, and looked firmly at the distance. "Since God has arranged for me to be deleted, I should continue to have fun. Qiangzi and Ajun are just misunderstandings about me, not really abandoning me, my brother. I should find them back! And I also agreed to the old man, and I must keep my promise!"

Han Feng thought and accepted the only hidden task.

Mission name: Sword Master’s thoughts

Mission content: Talk to the Sword Master.

Mission Reward: Unknown.

After reading the task content, Han Feng smiled bitterly. I remember the old village chief just said that the Sword Master Ao Jian once walked out of Qingyuan Village, and now it is probably turned into a piece of loess. Where can I talk to him? Could it be that he died and went to find him below?

Thinking of this, Han Feng smiled. Since the mission of worshiping the Heroic Spirit Tomb has been completed, he can leave the village. It would be better to go around first to see if there is any news about the grandson of the old village chief. It will not be too late to meet the sword master before talking.

Han Feng made up his mind, left the Yingling Tomb and walked towards the entrance of the village.

Just as Han Feng accepted the task, on the sea more than 100,000 miles east of this place, a giant sword was inserted on the ground in a cave on a lonely island. Next to the giant sword, an old man in white clothes and hair was sitting there quietly, but suddenly opened his eyes and pinched magic tricks in his hand.

"The mountains and rivers are rolling everywhere!"

With a low growl, a scroll suddenly flew out of the old man's body, floating to the front of the old man and standing upwards, slowly unfolding. The middle drawing paper was originally a gray color. As the magic tricks in the old man's hands continued to change, a picture gradually appeared in the drawing paper, which was the Tomb of the Heroes.

"I didn't expect it!" The old man said to himself inexplicably. The old man turned his head and looked at the giant sword. The giant sword beside him immediately bounced from the ground and floated in the air. The old man jumped onto the giant sword and flew out of the cave with his sword.

Han Feng walked all the way to the entrance of Qingyuan Village and asked the guard at the door: "I heard from the village chief that there are many bandits on the nearby hills. Please ask, which mountains are nearby?"

The guard tilted his head, looking at Han Feng as if he was looking at a monster, then raised his hand and pointed from the far left to the far right. "You should ask me these hills, which mountains are nearby, because it is easier for me to answer."

“…”

Han Feng said thank you and left the village entrance awkwardly.

Not far ahead, Han Feng looked at the endless mountains in the distance and finally realized what a glorious and arduous task it would be to help the old village chief find out about his grandson's whereabouts!

Han Feng tried the weight of the burden behind him and decided to go back to Wuranju first and send all the consigned items. After all, taking so many things on the road will not only be a burden, but if you don’t beat the rabbit and let the wolf chase it, it will be a real loss.

Turning back towards the village, Han Feng didn't raise his foot yet, he felt a gust of wind behind him, and then a big hand slapped his shoulder hard.

"who!"

Han Feng didn't expect that the other party was so fast. He just heard the sound of breaking through the air when he approached him. In less than a second, he had already reached his back. Han Feng pulled out the Thunder Sword with his right hand, and turned his left foot with a rotation of 180 degrees, and turned his whole body over.

The moment the Thunder Sword came out, Han Feng felt the thunder rolling in his ears, deafening, and the sword move stabbed towards the other party with crackling lightning.

"Clip, clamp it?"
Chapter completed!