Listening to his son's confident words, Han Yiyuan's sorrow suddenly decreased a lot. He patted Han Feng's thin shoulders and said with a smile: "It's my father who has lived for so many years, but he has to persuade his son. (Work novels)"

After a pause, Han Yiyuan continued, "Okay, it's already late. We will rush tonight to avoid being caught up by the family."

As he said that, two figures, one big and one small, rushed to the distance.

A few days later, two figures, one tall and one short, walked into a small town hundreds of miles away from the Han family.

"Feng'er, is it here?"

"Yes, Daddy, this is the destination, Yunshan Town."

The two people talking were Han Yiyuan and Han Feng, who had just escaped from the Han family overnight not long ago.

After rushing for a few days, the two of them would not feel tired except for their dusty faces. After all, Han Yiyuan had the second-level fighting spirit of the human level, and Han Feng relied on the magical mental method like the Aoshi Tiandi Art to help him, and his physical strength was restored a little along the way.

"I believe that it should be considered safe to get here. Let's find a place to rest first and then make plans!" Han Yiyuan said to Han Feng.

So the two of them came to an inn in the town and planned to have a good meal.

When they arrived at the inn, due to the past few days of running around and the fact that Han Feng and his son were originally dressed a little coldly, the people in the inn almost regarded the two as beggars.

However, when the inn owner saw Han Feng take out a large bag of money from his pocket, he immediately smiled and greeted the two of them.

After ordering a few dishes, the two of them quickly finished eating.

After eating, Han Yiyuan asked Han Feng about his plans. Han Feng thought about it carefully and said, "The white-bearded old man just told me that if something happened, he could wait for him in this town, and he would appear. Since that's the case, we might as well find a place to stay first. As for the future, we will make a long-term plan."

"Okay, just as you said!" Han Yiyuan actually had no idea. Since his son said that, he nodded in agreement.

That false old man with white beard, of course he never said such a thing. The main reason why Han Feng chose to come here is that the location of Xuantian Sect is here.

In this life, he still wants to enter Xuantian Sect. He doesn't want the regrets of his previous life to happen again, so he wants to help Xuantian Sect survive the family crisis that it faces in a few years.

This is his main purpose for coming here. Of course, calculating the days, it is still a little earlier than the time when Xuantian Sect recruits disciples.

Afterwards, Han Feng found a not-so-large yard in the suburbs. Because before leaving, Han Feng plundered a valuable amount of money from Han Zhengping and his son and the two servants. So Han Feng and his son planned to rent the place.

In this way, Han Feng and his son finally had a place to settle down.

However, as a result, more than half of the money he stolen was spent. Han Yiyuan was a little worried that he would spend the rest of the house, so he thought about finding some work in the town.

But as soon as this idea was mentioned, Han Feng stopped him.

Han Feng comforted his father and said that there would be a solution to the money soon. Due to Han Feng's extraordinary performance over the past few days, Han Yiyuan no longer insisted.

After the father and son settled down, Han Feng asked his father to boil some water, and he put the remaining medicinal materials he brought from home into a pot and started boiling.

Although they have left the Han family's sphere of influence and there will be no danger anymore, the strength of the father and son will always be better as soon as possible.

In the eyes of Han Feng, a former master of heaven, not to mention himself now, even his father's second-level cultivation level, he could not show any of it. Moreover, with his father's good qualifications, his current cultivation level is indeed somewhat inferior to him.

After getting the medicine bath ready, Han Feng also walked aside and started practicing.

After a long time, Han Yiyuan, who had completed the medicine bath, felt relieved all over. His previous fatigue was wiped out. More importantly, he found that the fighting spirit in his body that had been stagnant for a long time seemed to have signs of rushing to pass, which made Han Yiyuan extremely surprised.

Then he saw Han Feng who was still practicing beside him, and he thought that just relying on the magical prescription he had mastered in his son would not worry about the father and son starving to death. So his previous worries suddenly turned completely invisible.

Han Yiyuan, who felt relieved, slept particularly sweetly this night.

The next day, just as the genius dawned, Han Feng woke up from his cultivation. Seeing that his father had already stood up, he smiled and asked, "Dad, are you awake?"

"It's getting late, it's time to wake up. I suddenly got idle and felt a little uncomfortable." Han Yiyuan smiled, and then reminded with concern, "Feng'er, I know you are very diligent and hardworking, but you can't be too hasty in your practice. That will only have the opposite effect. You should take a break occasionally."

Han Feng nodded, as a reply. He couldn't explain that he had reached the heavenly level in his previous life, so he was not worried about the unstable foundation caused by practicing too quickly.

Then Han Feng thought for a while and said, "Dad, I told Grandpa Whitebeard about your cultivation last night, and he gave me a mental method. I'll tell you now!"

"What?" Han Yiyuan jumped up, "That white-bearded old man, have you been here last night?"

"Hehe, yes, the old man told me before that as long as I have any difficulties, he will find me when I come to Yunshan Town." Han Feng's face was full of pride.

"Then what did he say to you?" Han Yiyuan couldn't help but feel excited. He had no doubt about the ability of this white-bearded old man.

"He, he taught me a formula for the mental method and made me memorize it well. However, he said that this was not something for me to practice, but for you, dad."

"Mind method? I gave it to me?" Han Yiyuan was slightly surprised.

Han Feng nodded and said, "Yes, Grandpa said that practicing this mental method requires at least a human level. I'm still a little early now, but Dad, you are just right. Dad, I'll write it down quickly, so as not to forget it after a long time."

"Okay, okay." Han Yiyuan nodded repeatedly and immediately found a pen, ink, paper and inkstone for his son. He was not anxious to learn new martial arts, but for his son's future. Although his son is not yet a human rank, he will be able to get one day. The mental methods taught by the old man with white beard are better than those he knows, right?
Chapter completed!