Ever since the Tomb Pan incident, the entire Han family has been in an extremely restless and depressing atmosphere.
Most of the elite young men were killed, but gained nothing.
The Zhao family was about to go to war, and everyone in the Han family wanted to wash away the anxiety in their hearts with blood, but they only hated that the days passed too slowly.
It’s in the courtyard at the very edge of the Han Mansion.
Han Zhe had a gloomy face and paced back and forth outside the courtyard gate.
I don’t know how much time passed.
The gate of the courtyard opened with a creak.
Zheng Yuan's eyes were red and she came out with a sad face.
Han Zhe immediately stepped forward and asked, "How's Juan'er? Is he awake?"
"woke up!"
Zheng Yuan wiped her tears and said, "But the injury is still very serious. You should not stay here for the next few days... Hey! What are you doing?"
She hurriedly stopped Han Zhe who was about to enter.
Han Zhe frowned: "I have something to ask him!"
Zheng Yuan angrily asked, "Can't you wait until he's healed before asking him about anything? Do you think his injuries aren't serious enough?"
Han Zhe glared angrily and said sternly, "What do you, a woman, know?"
"you……"
Zheng Yuan was frightened by his ferocious eyes. After being married to the master of the family for so many years, she and Han Zhe had always had a very harmonious relationship. No matter how powerful Han Zhe was outside, he would always smile when he saw her at home.
Never said a harsh word.
But today...
Something big must have happened!
She gritted her teeth and said, "You can ask questions, but if you affect Juan'er's healing, I will never forgive you!"
"Um!"
Han Zhe responded indifferently, then went straight into the yard and locked the gate.
"you!"
Zheng Yuan suddenly felt something was wrong, but it was too late to stop it now. She could only put her face against the gate and listen to the noise inside.
There was no one in the yard.
Han Zhe pushed the door open directly. The moment the door opened, he smelled a strong smell of medicine.
On the futon.
Han Juan was sitting cross-legged, slumping in a crooked position, his face pale as it slanted towards the ground.
He was still wrapped in the Taoist robe he had worn when he entered the tomb, but it was now soaked with dots of blood, which were beads of blood seeping from the pores. Some of them had dried and turned brown, while others were still bright red.
True energy flowed through his meridians.
However, one can easily feel the weakness and stagnation of this true energy.
Hear footsteps.
Han Juan raised his head with difficulty. There was no pain on his face. He still looked lazy, the only difference was that he looked much weaker.
He curled his lips and said, "Father, you came faster than I thought."
Han Zhe's face was gloomy: "Why are you doing this!"
In fact, he felt something was wrong from the very beginning.
Because he didn't understand why Han Juan, with his skills, was so badly injured. Especially when he asked the people of the Han family, they all said that Han Juan disappeared when he was hiding from the totem beast. When they found him, they found that he was seriously injured and unconscious in Zhao Mi's camp.
Before leaving the tomb, the Zhao Mi Alliance returned the person.
The reason was that the daughter of the Mi family had a good personal relationship with Han Juan, so he was spared.
personal friendship?
What a private relationship!
There was a clear opportunity to kill the enemy genius, but it was missed. This itself is outrageous.
Han Zhe was really afraid that Han Juan would do something extremely rebellious.
But later, he was too busy with other things and temporarily suppressed this idea.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Qi's words woke the dreamer up.
After he came back, he immediately checked Han Juan's sword and found that the material of the sword was extremely special, neither copper nor iron. It was light as a feather, yet extremely sharp.
Even though he was knowledgeable, he couldn't tell what material the sword was made of.
If there is one thing that can cut down the Muye Stele, it must be this sword.
Although it is late autumn, the temperature is not cold at all.
But even so, he was so angry that his hands and feet were cold and his whole body was shaking.
Han Juan raised his head slightly, looked at his father with a smile, and uttered two words: "Big trend!"
"General trend?"
Han Zhe sneered: "Do you know what the general trend is?"
Han Juan shook his head weakly: "Compared with the ancient sages, I naturally don't understand. But in today's world, when it comes to the general trend, I'm afraid no one can surpass me!"
Han Zhe was so angry that he almost laughed: "Oh? You mean, no one in this world understands the general situation better than you?"
"yes!"
Han Juan nodded honestly.
He is so honest.
Han Zhe was simply unable to do anything.
The father and son were silent for a while.
Han Zhecai said in a deep voice: "Father, I have never believed in the general trend. I only believe that man can conquer nature! This tomb is a golden opportunity for our Han family. If you hadn't destroyed the Muye Stele, the Ji clan alliance would have been formed by now. Why should our Han family rely on others and bow down to the Zhao family?"
Han Juan stared at him for a long time, and after making sure that he was not joking, there was a hint of mockery in his eyes.
Han Zhe was a little annoyed by this look, especially since the owner of this look was his own son, which made him even more furious.
"why are you laughing?"
"nothing?"
Han Juan was breathing slightly. In his current physical condition, it was not an easy task to speak so many words.
He lowered his head and sighed softly: "Father, the lay Buddhist, believes that man can conquer nature, but in fact, your every word and action cannot escape the rut of the old rules. Even all the actions you have taken to turn the tables are all reliance on the old rules. In this case, how can man conquer nature?"
"snort!"
Han Zhe snorted angrily, "Family names and clans have existed since ancient times. It is only natural that the interests of the clan should be put first. Could it be that we have to sacrifice the interests of the clan for an illusory trend? Am I, as a father, too old-fashioned, or are you, as a son, too obsessed with understanding the trend?"
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