I! The Strongest Suzerain

Who am I? Where do I come from? Where am I going?"

Han Feng was standing on the bridge, surrounded by cars, when suddenly a voice sounded behind him.

"Han Feng, why are you here?"

Hearing the voice, Han Feng seemed to be calling him. He turned his head slowly, and what caught his eye was an old man in his seventies. The old man had a goatee, wore a light-colored pony jacket, coarse cloth pants, and a pair of cloth shoes under his feet. .

The old man's eyes were filled with vicissitudes of life, Han Feng wondered, "My name is Han Feng?"

"Han Feng, why are you here?"

When the old man saw that Han Feng did not answer, he frowned and said again. Han Feng said to Han Feng in confusion,

"My name... is Han Feng? Old man?"

Han Feng opened the mouth doubtfully, the old man approached Han Feng, and the smoking gun suddenly fell on top of Han Feng's head.

"You bastard, is your brain broken? I'm your master!"

"Master? Are you my master?"

Suddenly a huge memory flooded into Han Feng's brain.

"This city is called Maicheng! My name is Han Feng, and I study at Sancai University?"

Han Feng muttered to himself. The old man looked at Han Feng, his brows furrowed, and a spell appeared in his hand and stuck it on top of Han Feng's head, but the spell did not respond.

"That's not right? There is no evil? There is no aura of ghosts around, why are you talking crazy?"

The old man rambled and said, Han Feng kept digesting the information in his brain, the old man's name was Yuhua, but he was a Celestial Master, but in Han Feng's memory... God stick.

However, he has been dragged up by him since he was a child, so he is also his own master, but Han Feng has not learned the slightest bit about the ghosts and ghosts.

"Master, you're doing this trick again. Let's go home."

Han Feng said, the old man almost jumped up,

"You bastard, what a deceitful way! Heavenly Master Dao, cultivate the heart of heaven, keep justice, and the law of justice is up to my generation! You bastard boy!"

"Okay...Okay...I know, I know...Keep...justice is guarded by law enforcement, and the universe will not be broken."

Han Feng dragged the old man to the direction of 'home' in memory.

"You know what a shit, there are gods who raise their heads three feet, and there are demons hidden in the loess underground!"

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The home of the old man and Han Feng is a dilapidated yard, all around the yard are high-rise buildings, but here is an old yard of unknown age.

At the time of the demolition, the old man refused to do anything else, so there is a courtyard here. There is a plaque hanging on the courtyard gate - Yuxuan Daozong!

That's right, this small courtyard is a gym. The old man is the head of this gym.

In the yard, Han Feng prepared the meal, placed it on the table, and ate quietly one by one. After the meal, the old man pushed open the main door of the house and bowed to the statue of Sanqing.

"The grandfather is on top, and he is influenced by his disciple Yuhua"

After speaking, the old man began to kneel and worship, and Han Feng was not surprised. For decades, the old man has always been like this, and it has never changed.

After the old man worshipped the statue of Sanqing, he sat in front of Han Feng, Yan Yan, squinting his eyes, and then slowly opened his mouth and said,

"Bastard, did you find a girlfriend?"

"Ah... um? No?"

Han Feng was startled. He didn't understand why the old man asked this question, but he decisively denied it. The old man smiled and said slowly,

"Just look for it, you are not too young, but I tell you a word for the teacher, don't be trapped in love, and be worthy of your heart. In this way, be safe."

Han Feng didn't deny it this time, and simply said,

"Disciple remember!"

"Well... remember, no matter what happens, the teacher is behind you!"

After the old man finished speaking, he left with his cigarette bag.

Han Feng didn't understand why the old man suddenly said such a sentence, but he still remembered those words - not trapped in love, worthy of heart, so, be safe.

Is it difficult for Master to really figure out my emotions? Han Feng shook his head quickly, now is a new era, gods and ghosts are all tricking children, the old feudal way.

......

The old man sat in the room, holding a compass in his hand, a trace of blood hung from the corner of his mouth, and there was a hint of bitterness in his eyes,

"The way of heaven is not fair! The way of heaven is not fair! Feng'er has a pure and good nature, why was he robbed of love?"

After speaking, the old man wiped the bloodshot from the corner of his mouth, his eyes showed a touch of majesty, and a mighty aura appeared on his body in an instant.

"No matter who it is, my Yuhua's disciple, who dares to hurt a sword, I will let you go to hell! Feng'er, the skin of people in this world is the same, but there are evil ghosts under the skin! As a teacher, you will be safe!"

The old man's eyes showed domineering, and a money sword suddenly floated behind him...

Sancai University, an ordinary university that can no longer be ordinary, Han Feng studied in this school, and his girlfriend also shared the same building with him.

In the class, Han Feng said that the relationship between all parties is neither good nor bad, and he can say hello and nod when they meet.

Han Feng and his girlfriend Xiaoyue met on the road, and the two became friends.

His relationship with his girlfriend is very secret, and almost no one knows about it. Every time he wants to make it public, her girlfriend will shirk it, and Han Feng doesn't think much about it.

However, the words that the master suddenly said to him made him vigilant, and his heart gradually began to feel uneasy.

After a day of wandering around, Han Feng wanted to wait for his girlfriend after class, but...his girlfriend Xiaoyue pushed him away again.

Anyway, I just didn't want to make this relationship public, thinking of this, Han Feng returned home and took out three copper coins.

Asking hexagrams, one of the secret methods of Taoism, Han Feng thought that all other catching ghosts and exorcising souls were all the tricks of Jianghu (Wang Zhaozhao) liars.

There was also this questioning technique, which he read all over for a while. Although Han Feng has a quiet personality, he is more than smart.

He knew this questioning technique, he didn't believe it before, but now he was confused and wanted to know the answer, so he pinned his hopes on the illusory power of the gods!

When a drop of blood fell on the money, Han Feng began to read the formula, closed his eyes, and imagined that his consciousness would come out of the body...

".~fall!"

The three copper coins landed, and they were all smashed!

puff......

Han Feng spat out a mouthful of blood, and then fainted on the spot.

In the dream, he seemed to see a huge sect on the ground in the distance. There were four big characters written on the sect gate. Han Feng tried hard to read the big characters, but he couldn't read them clearly.

"Han Feng! Han Feng!"

Suddenly, a voice sounded in Han Feng's ear, and then the Fang Xianzong disappeared without a trace._