There was only the sound of the turbulent river water 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 dead bones in the water, so he wanted to go and see them one by one.

Tears were flooded in the river, and Han Fen tried hard to open his eyes, and the water of Nai River was filled with cold and cold.

No...no...or no.

When Han Fan returned to the shore in a daze, 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 no one spoke.

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

"You come out!" Han Fen roared.

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

"Why don't you save him? It's just helping him?" Han Fan's voice was deep.

"I am your Taoist protector, not someone else's Taoist protector. Do you have to help every friend of yours when you encounter danger?" the vice president spoke.

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

"You remember that my kindness to you is just for you. You have to walk the road by yourself, and you have to go through many separations of life and death. Whoever you want to protect and keep whom you are by your side can only depend on yourself." After saying that, the vice president left.

Does he rely on enthusiasm to cultivate to the seventh level? Everyone is not simple. Han Fen needs to grow up by himself. When facing such a thing, he can hold on to the importance of it.

In fact, the vice president felt distressed when he looked at Han Fan's red eyes and haggard appearance, but this was something he had to go through, otherwise he would not be able to soar alone in the end.

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

Over the past year, he has some understanding of Han Fen. Han Fen seems easy-going, but in fact he is very stubborn. He can only overcome the obstacles in his heart.

In the enemy's military camp, Zhang Ling has not recovered yet: "Hurry! Hurry up! Report to the emperor quickly. The imperial monks are dead and go overnight." A scout took his order and left.

The sound of horse hooves from the other side woke Han Fen up. Han Fen raised his head and his blood-covered eyes returned to focus.

He seemed to remember the crisp voice of the little monk.

"Brother Han, do you know that because of the hidden dangers of the inner demon, the master named me Xin'an. Now I know that I can only be by your side."

"Brother Han, I admire you so much."

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

Han Fen still remembers the scene of patting his chest and agreeing with ease.

He sat cross-legged instead and adjusted his condition to the best.

The sound of horse hooves gradually faded away, Han Fen stood up, and a cold light from his waist responded.

"Xinan, Brother Han killed all of them and continued to look for you."

That night, Han Fen no longer hides his strength. That night, Han Fen looked like a madman. That night, he kept wailing and roaring. The cold light was soaked in blood, and the air was already red.

"No, you guys follow me." General Nie was sitting in the main tent and resting, suddenly he opened his eyes and shouted.

When Nie Baisheng and several entourages rushed to the enemy's military camp, their eyes widened.

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

Blood almost sprinkled every inch of the land in the barracks. On the open space, the heads of people were piled into a small hill. The top was the head of enemy general Zhang Ling. His eyes burst and he died with his eyes open.

Han Fen was covered in blood and knelt on the hill, with a cold light supporting his body.

Nie Baisheng's face was full of horror. Han Fan always gave everyone the impression that he was easy-going and gentle. He never lost his temper with anyone, nor did he pretend to be an air. Any soldiers in the camp could tease him or her for a word or two, and Han Fan would respond with a smile.

The current scene has subverted their long-standing perception.

"General Nie, he...he..." A follower's voice trembled. It was not his timidity, but the murderous aura emitted by Han Fen. Even Nie Baisheng himself was frightened, let alone the follower.

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

"Rules? Hehe." Han Fen raised his head and grinned.

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

From then on, there was no such figure in the camp who was always smiling, and he would no longer follow the little bald man with a fair and cute face.

Han Fen walked down the Nai River and left straight.

The news that soldiers on the border of Danyang City were completely wiped out, and the name of the Jade Sword Madman became Han Fen alone.

The young man's hands were covered with blood, no longer had the kindness he had before, nor did he have a shiny smile in the eyes of the little monk.

Han Fen walked down the Naihe River with one sword. When he was thirsty, he would drink a sip of Naihe water and hunt wild animals when he was hungry.

He didn't know how to find the little monk. Based on his previous experience, the little monk would fall into a coma, then fall asleep and drift in the river, and eventually he would always be on a certain shore. As long as he walked along the river bank, he would definitely find it.

The vice president was moved by Han Fen's behavior and wet his eyes, but no matter how much he felt sorry for this disciple, he would never interfere.

In winter, the Nai River freezes, heavy snow flies, and everything is silent. Occasionally, white bears chisel ice to catch fish.

In spring, the river surface turns into water and flows through the plains. New greens grow into the plains and flows through the mountains. The mountains hear the sound of beasts after waking up from hibernation.

In summer, there will be bright red feathered ducks playing on the Nai River that passes through the forest, and there will be various strange beasts drinking water by the river.

In autumn, the cool breeze blew, and yellow fallen leaves hovered over the river, blowing Han Fan's torn robes and long hair.

Hurry on your way during the day and practice at night.

Han Fan had encountered bandits blocking the road, killed them with one punch, attacked them with a strange beast, and slashed them with one sword.

During this period, the abbot of Baita Temple came to dissuade Han Fen. Han Fen folded his hands together, and then bypassed him and continued to move forward.

Two years have passed, and Han Fen's four-sided swordsmanship has inadvertently reached the realm of his own swordsmanship.

He had some insights in the strong wind and created several styles of his own swordsmanship. He made a sword like the wind, and he didn't know where it was going, and he didn't know what it was going to happen.

In two years, Han Fen has been in the second realm and eighth section.

The vice president was worried that the character "natal" could not be decided by himself, but would be condensed according to his personal personality and mind. Although Han Fen's understanding was amazing, an accident occurred at this time, which led to a major change in Han Fen's temperament. If Han Fen condensed the name that was too extreme, this would have an immeasurable impact on future development.

Han Fen was still following Naihe to look for the little monk. If he continued like this, Naihe would be about to come to an end. What happened then? What would happen?

Two years ago, the Emperor of Danyang City sent someone to Zhulu Academy to ask for an explanation, and the dean made a lot of compensation before he calmed down.

Generally, Confucianism is not allowed to participate in secular battles. Han Fen broke the rules and the dean helped him bear the consequences. He was called back to the Confucian branch of Nanzhou and replaced the new dean of Zhulu Academy, called Wang Zhihuan.

The position of vice president has not changed. Nanzhou knew about Han Fan. After some discussion, he decided to continue to vigorously train Han Fan. The Taoist protector or the Taoist protector, but he had to report Han Fan regularly to him.

Han Fan stopped moving forward until he heard about this. After two years, he already knew that the little monk might be really gone. It was not that he couldn't accept it, but he just didn't know where he could go and what else he could do.

He decided to go to the academy. The master had left and had already learned what he should learn. He had to read thousands of books by himself and walked thousands of miles by himself. It was time to say a few words.

Back at the academy and looking at the surprised eyes of the disciples of the academy, Han Fen finally came to his senses.

"Where is Sima Yan?" he asked.

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

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

It seemed that he suddenly thought of something, and he stopped and asked, "There will be a calm natal light in Baita Temple?"

"The physical cultivation has a special physique and cannot light up the natal light." The vice president looked at Han Fen's expectant eyes and felt a little reluctant, but he still told the truth.

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

"I am a genius disciple from the previous class, named Han Fen. He was so glorious at that time. Let's see how he is now?"

Zhulu Academy recruits disciples every two years. Last year, a new genius Wang Fei came, and was replaced by Wang Zhi as a closed disciple. In more than a year, he has cultivated to the peak of the second realm, arrogant and arrogant. When he heard that Han Fen was a genius disciple of the previous class, he immediately had an idea.

In his perception, Han Fen only had the first level of the second level of cultivation, which was almost one level behind him.

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

Han Fan ignored it at all.

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

"Yes, Han Fen, stay, I want to challenge you." Wang Fei said with his head raised.

The disciples suddenly became quiet, silent, and everyone was waiting for Han Fen's response.

Han Fen glanced back at Wang Fei and continued to walk up the mountain.

Wang Fei was angered by Han Fen's arrogant behavior, and the power of purple text condensed into a big hand and patted Han Fen.

A burst of exclamations sounded, and some timid disciples subconsciously covered their eyes.

An emerald green sword light flashed past Han Fen.

The purple big hand drifted with the wind, and the emerald green ones stopped slowly until an inch away in front of Wang Fei. Finally, they slowly dissipated. Han Fan put his sword into the sheath and left.

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

———

"You are leaving? What does it mean?" Wang Zhihuan asked.

"I have learned the principles in the book, and I want to travel thousands of miles and make up for the ten thousand books I have not finished reading." Han Fen said lightly.

"So that's it, but, this time, how long will you go?" Wang Zhihuan breathed a sigh of relief. He thought Han Fen was going to withdraw from Confucianism.

"Maybe ten years, maybe twenty years." Han Fen said after thinking.
To be continued...