Chapter 322: God Burial Road, Gods Are Forbidden to Travel (Part 2)
Han Feng looked at the token in his hand, then looked at the ship that had been so anxious before, and asked calmly:
"Do you know me?"
"So now, am I qualified to go outside?"
The latter kowtowed frantically, and at the same time, he leaned to one side to make way for Han Feng: "Please, please come this way!"
The latter put away the token and was about to walk out.
Seeing this, the avatar transformed from the ship quickly said, "My lord, you can't just leave like this. You have to hang the token on your waist so that the eye outside can recognize your identity."
Han Feng frowned slightly, but still did as he said and took out the token again.
Seeing the purple-gold token, Hull swallowed his saliva, but did not dare to have any obscene thoughts.
He had heard that those who possessed tokens of this color would become great gods whom even their owners coveted, but these tokens had not been issued for a very, very, very long time.
In his entire life, he had only seen a golden token two or three times and a purple token a dozen times.
It only knew that the purple-gold token was the most valuable, and even lamented that it might never meet one in its lifetime. But when it saw Han Feng walking out of the cabin, it found that it still underestimated its status.
The moment the cold wind appeared, all the rivers of time connected to the huge castle in front of them stopped.
The castle, which had been emitting a gentle light, suddenly burst into a dazzling light, and countless colorful divine flowers fell from the sky, as countless as snow.
The castle shook slightly, and then a huge figure appeared, looking at Han Feng with a complicated expression. All the figures in the long river of time around it also emerged, following the figure above and saluted together.
Han Feng nodded slightly, then flew out of the ship with a light tap of his toes. He looked at the door that was slowly opening, and sat on the dragon and phoenix chariot that was galloping out of it.
"Emperor, you are back!"
After the cold wind entered the castle, all the rivers of time continued to flow normally. When the boat was still confused about where to go, it was suddenly grabbed by a big hand.
No one stopped him because no one knew what his fate would be, and no one cared about him.
Even if he had brought the Emperor back just now, did he think that he could offset the mistakes they had made in deceiving their superiors and subordinates before?
The answer is naturally no.
On this side, after the cold wind came in, it was completely isolated from the sounds outside the castle, and not a single sound could be heard. However, the deafening calls from inside were really loud.
"Welcome back, Emperor!"
"Welcome back, Emperor!"
"Welcome back, Emperor!!!"
“…”
Countless voices were transmitted from the sky to the ground. The cold wind opened a gap in the curtains, looked at the enthusiastic and respectful people outside, lowered the curtains, looked at the old man in front of him, and sighed helplessly:
"Tell me, I'm not coming back to inherit your position this time. Is it necessary to make such a big fuss?"
The old man with silver hair, a messy beard, dirt all over his body, and tattered clothes raised his hand, and a roasted chicken appeared in his hand. He tore off a large piece of chicken leg and handed it over.
Han Feng shook his head.
Seeing this, the old man stuffed it directly into his mouth and said vaguely: "What's the big deal? I didn't send you in with a sedan chair, which is already considered that I have endured it again and again.
If you still think this situation is too much, I, an old man, will be angry. ”
Seeing the slovenly old man in front of him blowing his nose and glaring, Han Feng patted his shoulder with a faint smile, and his face gradually became serious: "I know that you can think of me like this, I am very touched, but I came back this time because I need your help with something important."
Hearing this, the old man was happy in his heart that the young man in front of him finally came to him for help, but he became very angry when he thought about it.
You only come to me when there is something wrong, and you don’t come to me when there is nothing wrong.
Over the years, I haven't met anyone who shares the same ideals as you did back then, and I have always been very sad. I didn't expect that it would be thousands of years before we meet again.
Thinking of this, the old man's eyes suddenly turned red with sadness.
Seeing this, Han Feng was shocked: "No, don't be like this, you are really confusing me, why do you suddenly want to cry? Are you so excited?"
The old man slapped Han Feng on the back and spat on the ground: "You little heartless guy, if I hadn't thought you were very interesting and saved your life, you would have turned into a puddle of mud. How can you still be in the mood to joke with me here?"
The latter nodded frantically: "Ah, yes, yes, you are right, I overestimated my own abilities and I don't know what is good for me. Don't be angry, come, have a cup of tea and moisten your throat."
The old man took it without hesitation: "You are a man with good eyesight. Tell me, what is the reason for you to come to me this time?"
Hearing this, Han Feng no longer concealed his true feelings and said seriously, "I wonder if you have heard of a force called the Red Lotus Church over the years?"
The old man opened his narrowed eyes, and a sharp look appeared in his expression, then disappeared: "What do you call it?"
"Red Lotus Church,"
Han Feng repeated, "This force is very secretive. I have not found many clues after my own calculations, let alone their base camp. I would like to ask you to help investigate."
The old man burped and said, "You come to me to ask for help. Don't you think it's absurd? I'm an old man with clumsy hands and feet and no real power. How can I help you?"
Hearing this, the former shook his head:
"I have never seen your strength, but you control the long river of time in millions of worlds. I know I can't do that. You must know more than me. I would like to ask you to help me find that force. They are too crucial to what I am going to do next."
The old man was silent for a moment: "What do you want to know?"
Just as Han Feng was about to speak, he saw a pattern appear in the old man's pupils.
This pattern,
He has it too!
The former was stunned for a moment, the old man's expression flashed, and he quickly lowered his head and didn't look over again. But since Han Feng saw it, how could he pretend not to see it?
"Well, you didn't see anything."
The old man explained quickly.
Han Feng's lips, which had just opened, immediately closed, and then he said with a half-smile:
"You are really trying to cover up something! I have always had my suspicions, but now that I have seen it, why are you still hiding it from me?"
The old man was silent for a moment, then tapped Han Feng's forehead and said, "I really can't tell you. You have only recovered a little bit now. When you are fully recovered, you will know the meaning of this mark."
The old man was silent for a moment: "In short, once you show this mark outside, there will be thousands of powerful people to help you, but it will also attract countless tigers and wolves hiding in the dark to bite you.
Life or death, everything depends on your own choice. ”
Han Feng lowered his head and thought for a while: "So, there is a certain blood connection between you and me?"
The old man nodded.
"Then why do you still refuse to answer my question? We are all family, so why would you be so distant?"
The old man looked very serious:
"Since you already know some things, then the secret will be revealed. I hope you can stay for a while longer. After time has worn away those things, it won't be too late for you to go back."
Han Feng groaned, and seeing the old man covering his eyes and the marks about to appear in his eyes, he immediately said: "Okay, then you..."
"Baking Soda, come here!!... Brat, just follow him, talk less and do more, be as cool and arrogant as you can!
Here, no matter what you do, don't be afraid, I will always support you. I have to leave first, you go with him, don't! chaos! run! ..."
When Xiao Baking Soda's name was called, the old man's figure had disappeared, and in the end, only his voice was heard but not seen.
Han Feng watched the old man suddenly leave with an unhappy look on his face, but he was soon attracted by what the old man said, and became even more confused about the relationship between him and him.
"baking soda?"
Han Feng looked at the boy who was transformed from the phoenix tree in the early stage of Daluo Jinxian and walked in front of him. The corners of his mouth twitched. He didn't know if the old man had inspired some strange hobbies.
It's just a tree, but it's dressed up to look like a fox.
Hey, don't tell me, this furry feel...
Han Feng looked down and saw that the face of the little Tong tree in his hand had turned red. He clenched his teeth tightly, as if he was enduring something.
The former's expression froze, and then he rubbed it for some unknown reason, and then he heard a slight trembling sound coming from Baking Soda's throat.
"Ah, this..."
Han Feng quickly let go and touched his nose awkwardly. He seemed to know what was going on, but at the moment, he still pretended not to know what was going on and coughed twice:
"Um, is the room your master asked you to prepare for me ready?"
Baking Soda blushed and nodded quickly, then ran out as if he had seen a ghost, but did not dare to go too far away, so the picture was very harmonious, as if he wanted to escape but also to welcome.
Han Feng followed behind him calmly.
Since the old man told him to talk less and do more, it shouldn't be an inexplicable instruction. He should have anticipated something and gave him this instruction.
So, something is bound to happen on the way to his room.
The cold wind was blowing very slowly, and when it was almost over, there was still no sign of anything happening.
The latter lowered his eyebrows slightly, and subconsciously rubbed the soles of his shoes on the mat at the door before entering the room.
The next moment, an unhappy voice sounded.
"Wait! Who are you? Do you know that no one can come in here casually? Come here! Come here! How dare you ignore me when I call you!"
Hearing this, Han Feng was delighted and glanced sideways.
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