In the early morning, as the days passed, the weather became better day by day. The sunshine was slightly warm, dispelling the darkness and cold, but it could not dispel the sadness of separation.

This is the third time that mother has arranged Han Feng's clothes. Han Feng changed out of his beloved sky blue robe and put on a black training suit that is not easy to get dirty, also for the convenience of walking.

Han's mother did not notice at all the luggage that was already half the size of her own behind Han Fan's back, and was still thinking about whether she was missing something. Her brother stood at the door of the courtyard, feeling extremely reluctant to part with him, and all his words turned into silence.

"Okay, mother, when the child grows up, he will eventually leave home and fly to the sky outside. Isn't this day bound to come sooner or later?" Han's father advised, wiping the tears on his mother's cheeks.

"I know, I know." Mother Han responded.

Han Fan also had tears in his eyes. Although he had only been with this cheap parent and brother for two years, Han Fan had integrated the memory of this Han Fan. That kind of feeling was not fake at all.

Han Fen stepped forward and hugged her without saying anything. Her mother's tears soaked Han Fen's clothes.

In the end, Han's father pulled Han Feng and left in a hurry. If he didn't leave, he really wouldn't be able to leave!

The distance between Xinghua Town and Yancheng is not too far. After all, it is a small town surrounding Yancheng. In the evening, the two of them arrived at Yancheng and were shocked speechless by the tall and magnificent city wall.

Han Fen had seen the Eiffel Tower and the Potala Palace, but he had never felt the majestic and majestic atmosphere of Rock City. What Han Fan never thought was that one day, he would do the same.

He has the face of a country man coming to the city.

It wasn't until night that the two of them found a relatively cheap inn to stay. Yancheng made them confused and lost their way. Han Fan even thought that if he wanted to visit every place in Yancheng, he would leave early every day.

By the end of the day, it will probably take half a year.

There is a wide official road from Yancheng to Chang'an City, one of the two main cities in Beizhou. You can hire carriage drivers yourself, or you can join the caravan. The latter is more expensive because the caravan will be escorted by bodyguards.

Generally, the strength of the escort agencies in Yancheng is around the second realm, and the highest is only at the beginning of the third realm. This strength is more than enough to deal with robbers on the road.

The father and son found a caravan heading to Chang'an City at the city gate early the next morning. The person in charge was naturally open to this kind of business and was familiar with the business. He stuffed a few taels of silver into it, and it was considered a matter of course.

It’s done.

As for whether the man's price was too high, Han's father didn't care. Compared with his son's safety, it was nothing.

Finally, the caravan set off, and his father stopped where he was and kept waving until Han Fan could no longer be seen.

"The child has grown up." The father sighed with emotion, gathered his mood and left.

It takes about two months to travel from Yancheng to Chang'an City. Han Fen has a cheerful and lively temperament, and he can talk, so the journey is already boring. The escorts enjoy teasing Han Fen and laughing constantly.

.

Even if the person in charge of the caravan occasionally teases Han Fen for fun, Han Fen will naturally not mind. They have not read books, but they have read the world, and what they have learned may not be taught in books.

On this day, the weather was unusually gloomy and rain was about to come. People in the caravan hated this kind of rainy weather the most. Not only would it delay the trip, but it would also easily cause accidents.

Sure enough, after a while, it began to rain continuously. The spring rain continued, and the coolness became stronger. Accompanying the spring rain was a group of dozens of robbers.

Han Fen also finally understood that these bandits always said that they lived with their heads in their belts. Except for a few top bodyguards who were stabbed a few times, everyone else was unharmed.

As for the robbers, of course they were all wiped out, leaving only one alive, who was captured and questioned.

After learning that they were just a bunch of ordinary bandits eager to make a fortune, the man had naturally lost his value and, according to the jargon, needed to be "disposed of."

One of the bodyguards who usually teased Han Fen the most fiercely said: "How about we break this guy's hands and feet and let the little brat kill him?" The others immediately cheered, looking like they were watching the fun.

The brat the escort called was naturally Han Fan. Han Fen got off the carriage and walked straight towards the gangster. He knew that this day would come sooner or later, but he didn't expect it to come so quickly. He didn't even have time to practice.

kill.

However, some things must be faced sooner or later and cannot be avoided.

"Do you know how to repent?" Han Fan took the knife from the bodyguard's hand, his arm sank a little, and he hurriedly grasped the handle of the knife. The robber's hands and feet had been disabled. Han Fan couldn't bear it. Anyway, he couldn't do anything about this situation.

If one party is in trouble, it is better to let the other party live. There is no hatred in the first place.

"Repent of being a little brat with balls and no hair. I admit defeat today, but it is not a loss. I have ruined many girls from good families and killed many people. Now that I am in this situation, I also accept it.

Life and death are determined by fate and wealth. The only thing I'm curious about is, if grandpa is looking at you like this, do you dare to take action?" The robber knew that he would not be able to escape, and he did not intend to beg for mercy. He said something heartfelt and sincere, and died.

It's also a comfortable death.

He stared at Han Fan, exuding a terrifying aura.

Han Fan instantly felt a chill seeping into his body, his scalp was numb, and he couldn't help but shudder. Only the bodyguards on the side knew that it was murderous intent.

The bodyguard who gave Han Fan a scimitar thought that if Han Fan gave in, he would go and help himself, and then he would have something to tease him about.

"You are scary. A look in your face makes me afraid, but I never think this is something to be ashamed of. Fear is normal, and a strong man has to overcome fear. You gave me a reason to kill you, even if

Even if you die and become a ghost, you still want to haunt me, and I have a clear conscience. You looked at this stab with your glasses wide open."

Han Fen said so much to encourage himself to overcome his fear. As the words fell, Han Fen held the knife with both hands and slashed at the robber's neck.

The blood spurted out and was diluted by the rain before it had time to leave a mark on the land. The man's eyes were still wide open, as if he never thought that Han Fen would have the courage to take the knife.

"Okay." The escort clapped his hands and shouted, and the others also applauded. They were also from Han Fan's age, so they naturally knew how difficult it was, and they felt deeply that this child was very courageous.

The group of people stopped for a while and saw that the rain was getting lighter, so they continued on their way. Han Fen returned the knife to the bodyguard. The cold light was still cold. The bodyguard touched Han Fan's head and asked Han Fan if he wanted to be a bodyguard. Han Fan

They all sat on the edge of the carriage, their legs were weak, and they smiled and said no, they didn't like this kind of beating and killing.

After all, it was the first time to kill someone, so there must be some sequelae. To say that he was safe and sound would be just trying to be brave.

"I remember that after I killed someone for the first time, I had insomnia for several nights. I was so scared that I huddled under the quilt late at night, for fear that the ghost of the person would come to my door. Later, I started drinking to relieve stress and strengthen my courage. I got used to it.

I just felt like it was nothing.”

The escort patted Han Fan on the shoulder and glanced sideways at the wine gourd on Han Fan's waist. The gourd was no longer crystal clear, but was painted with gray paint by Han's father, which could last for a month.

Han Fen understood immediately, took off the gourd and took a sip of wine, then handed it to the escort, "You drink too."

"Boy, you are so sensible!" the escort said with a smile, and took a sip from the wine bottle.

"Good wine! This is Xinghua Brewing Bar. It's not cheap." The escort was surprised.

Xinghua Brewing was sold in Yancheng for ten taels of silver. The place of origin was naturally Xinghua Town, and the source of supply was none other than Han Ji Restaurant, the tavern owned by brother Han Fan.

"I live in Xinghua Town, and everyone is acquainted with each other, so it is naturally cheaper to sell them to me," Han Fan said.

"No wonder why you went to Chang'an City this time?" the escort asked.

"Join your rich relatives and go to the big city to see more." Han Fen replied awkwardly, scratching his head.

"Chang'an City is very big and prosperous. It's nice to see the world." The escort said with a smile.

Han Fan felt a lot of self-blame for his lies, but as a man of two generations, he knew the world and people's hearts well, and there were certain words that he couldn't reveal easily.

The rest of the journey went smoothly without any accidents. One morning, the caravan successfully arrived at Chang'an City.

Han Fen was once again shocked by the sight in front of him - the majestic, ancient, and solemn aura rushed towards his face, which was the blue-gray city wall about a hundred feet high with endless sight on both sides.

The person in charge of the caravan gave some scraps of silver to the guard, and the group entered the city smoothly. Han Fen was instantly fascinated by the prosperity of Chang'an City:

With its stacked pavilions, green tiles and red eaves, and carved railings, it is so beautiful.

Besides, monks can be seen everywhere on the street, including scholars wearing Confucian robes, young men with swords on their waists, bearded men with heavy axes on their backs, and even some spirit beasts walking proudly beside their masters.

On the street.

These scenes made Han Fan unable to recover for a long time, and also strengthened his determination to practice.

It can be said that there are naturally beautiful scenery at high altitudes.

Han Fen went to find the bodyguard he had talked to the most about before. The bodyguard's surname was Guo.

"Brother Guo, do you know where the Zhulu Academy in Chang'an City is? When I was a child, I always heard my father talking about it, saying that it was a sect of Confucian immortals. I really want to go and see it." Han Fan said.

"It just so happens that I have to stay here for a few days to visit Chang'an City. Zhulu Academy is still half a day away from here. Let's have dinner first," the bodyguard said.

"Half a day!?" Han Fan opened his mouth in surprise. It took him half a day to get from Xinghua Town to Yancheng. Han Fan once again felt funny at his ignorance.
Chapter completed!