Han family.

Zhao Wenbao got a piece of news today and was so frightened that he fell on the spot.

"No, you should report to the second master immediately at this time!"

Zhao Wenbao hurriedly ran to the second master's study.

Outside the study, he was stopped by a little black like a stone man.

"In front of the second master's study, what kind of system is the wind and fire, and are there any rules?"

Xiao Hei glared at Zhao Wenbao and startled Zhao Wenbao.

"Master Hei, I have something important to report to the second master!"

"Come in!"

Inside the house, Han Song's voice came out.

"Let's go in, don't be so rude next time!"

Xiao Hei said a word, and let Zhao Wenbao into Han Song's study.

In the study, Han Song is writing calligraphy!

After Zhao Wenbao came in, he said eagerly: "Second master, the ghost wolf has moved!"

"Ye Tian, that kid is dead?"

Han Song was writing the word 'Wu', and he was already halfway there.

"The wolf has announced that the mission has failed!"

Smack!

The brush in Han Song's hand fell, and the word 'Wu' was not finished, and his originally relaxed face immediately showed a solemn look.

He raised his head, looked at Zhao Wenbao, and said angrily: "Get out!"

"Yes...... Yes!"

Zhao Wenbao didn't know why the second master was angry, so he responded and immediately walked out in a panic.

"Blackie, come in!"

Xiao Hei, who looked like a stone man, walked into the study.

Han Song looked at Xiao Hei and said solemnly: "I don't know as much about martial artists, what do you mean when you say that the wolf has announced the failure of the mission?"

Xiao Hei was silent for a moment, and said: "The strength of the ghost wolf is good, he once assassinated the Sect Master of Transformation Strength, although he did not succeed, but he also escaped, with his strength to assassinate a Dark Strength Martial Artist, it should not be a big problem, but he failed to kill Ye Tian, indicating that Ye Tian's strength exceeds that of ordinary Dark Strength Martial Artists, he is only in his early twenties, he has such strength, and his talent can be seen!"

"Then I can't take revenge?"

Han Song's face sank, his son had a finger broken, and he couldn't avenge his son yet, this was a shame, a huge shame!

Xiao Hei said: "For this kind of person, there are only two choices, the first is to admit defeat and apologize, and the second is to use thunderous means to kill him in the cradle!"

"I apologize to him?"

Han Song's face became even more gloomy, he was the second master of the Han family, and asking him to apologize to a farmer was even more uncomfortable than killing him.

Silent...

After a while, Han Song spoke.

"No matter which choice it is, at this time I am no longer the one who can call the shots, and I must report it to my father!"

Han Song sighed, walked out of the study, and walked towards the residence of the old man of the Han family.

……

The place where Mr. Han lives is an old mansion full of ancient meaning, and it is said that the feng shui is the best in the whole Jiangyi County!

Today, Wu Zhengfeng, the only master of the Han family, brought his thirty-year-old disciple Wan Wuya to meet Old Man Han.

Wu Zhengfeng, who is the worship of the Han family, heard that when he was young, he was chased and killed by the enemy, but he was saved by the old man Han, and then he stayed in the Han family.

After the Han family returned to Jiangyi County, they provided Wu Zhengfeng with a large number of medicinal materials, which allowed Wu Zhengfeng to step into the realm of the Sect Master!

In the open space in the front yard of the old house, Wan Wuya was boxing.

In the pavilion not far away, Han Zhengguo and Wu Zhengfeng were drinking tea and watching Wan Wuya boxing over and over again.

Han Zhengguo is now eighty-one years old, his hair has fallen out, his face is full of wrinkles, he is dying, he is on crutches, and he will be buried in a few years!

As for Wu Zhengfeng, although he is also eighty years old, because of his martial arts training, his body is very tough, although his hair is white, his face is ruddy, and his mental state is very good, and it is not a problem to live for more than ten years.

"Brother Zhengfeng, congratulations on accepting a good apprentice, it won't be long before you can inherit your mantle. ”

Han Zhengguo looked at Wan Wuya, let out an old voice, and couldn't stop nodding.

Wu Zhengfeng looked at Han Zhengguo, an old fellow, stroked his snow-white beard, and said proudly: "Wuya is very spiritual, and now he has cultivated to the peak of dark energy, or he will be able to step into the realm of the Sect Master of Transformation in less than five years!"

Wu Zhengfeng was very satisfied with him, a disciple.

In his life, he left no heirs, and Wan Wuya, the only disciple, was regarded by him as a son and his continuation!

He brought his disciples over this time, and it was actually invited by Old Man Han.

Old man Han, knowing that he was going to leave in a few years, he was a little unsure of the Han family, so he wanted to plan the future for the descendants of the Han family while he was still old and dizzy.

Now, Wu Zhengfeng is the worship of the Han family, and he has shocked the martial arts people in the Quartet for the Han family, but Wu Zhengfeng is not the Han family after all, he just owes the old man Han a favor.

Once Old Man Han is gone, whether Wu Zhengfeng will try his best to protect the Han family, Old Man Han has no answer in his heart!

Moreover, Wu Zhengfeng is also old, the Han family needs a new protector, and it is obvious that Wu Zhengfeng's proud disciple is the most suitable.

"Brother Zhengfeng, I intend to recruit Wuya as my grandson-in-law, what do you think?"

Han Zhengguo looked at the boundless boxing and finally said the main purpose of today.

Wu Zhengfeng had already anticipated this old man's thoughts in his heart, he didn't mind helping the old man, but he was also a martial artist, and martial artists had a free heart.

He owes Han Zhengguo a great favor and voluntarily binds the Han family for a lifetime, but he doesn't want to bind his disciples, he hopes that Wan Wuya will go further than him!

Wu Zhengfeng looked at Han Zhengguo, smiled slightly, and said: "Children and grandchildren have their own children and grandchildren, old man, you have to worry about your whole life, it is better to take care of Tiannian, after you leave in the future, I will take care of the Han family, but for Wuyan, I don't want to restrain him, and I can't restrain him." ”

Seeing his thoughts, Han Zhengguo was broken by the old man's words, shook his head with a wry smile, and sighed: "Hey... I was born to work hard, and the Han family was created by me, and I can't let it go!"

At this time, Han Song came in!

"I've seen my father, I've seen Uncle Feng!"

Han Song came to the pavilion, looked at the two old men sitting there chatting, and immediately bowed respectfully to the two.

Wan Wuya stopped practicing boxing and returned to behind Wu Zhengfeng, standing quietly and not speaking.

Wu Zhengfeng saw Han Song and said with a smile, "Xiao Song, I haven't seen you for a long time, but you are becoming more and more majestic, a little bit like Brother Zhengfeng when he was young." ”

Han Zhengguo also likes the second child the most of his eight sons, and is ready to set the second child as the next head of the family!

This is also why, Han Song was able to enter his house directly, while the others needed to be notified in advance.

Old Man Han looked at Han Song and said, "Second brother, this will come over, is there something wrong?"

"Father, Xiaobin was cut off a finger and disabled, please let your old man make the decision for him!"

Han Song immediately knelt down and said with a sad face.

"Who dares to bully my Han family, is it the wealthy man of Yanjing, or the son of the dragon head of Yunhai?"

Old lady Han was furious, stood up directly from the chair, and slapped her thin palm on the stone table, although she had no strength, it was full of majesty, ten times more than Han Song.

PS: Second update

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