Heaven-defying Skills

"Grandpa, I want to go to the city to have a look. How can Han Fengxue let go of his mother? These days, he tried his best to resist the urge to inquire about his mother's whereabouts, and spent a relaxed and happy New Year with his two elders.

After hearing Han Fengxue's words, the excitement of the two elders immediately disappeared, leaving only a touch of worry and sadness. Han Tian sighed and said: "Fengxue, I have gone to the city several times this year to inquire about the whereabouts of your mother, but I have never found your mother's whereabouts. It is rare for you to come back, so it is right to go find your mother, but don't have too much hope. When you have strength in the future, it will be much easier to find someone." Even though he said this, he didn't want to find Murong Qing as soon as possible. In order to prevent Han Fengxue from being too distressed, he just said this reluctantly, hoping to get better. The bigger, the bigger the disappointment.

Of course Han Fengxue could understand Han Tianjun's intention, but how could he keep his heart calm? That was the mother he cared about the most.

Walking into Maple City and looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar streets, Han Fengxue couldn't help but sigh. Time flies, the world changes so fast. Four years ago, Maple City was dominated by the Han family, one of the four major aristocratic families. Today, there are only three major aristocratic families in Maple City, and the Han family has withdrawn from the stage of history. And he, Han Fengxue, the most talented son of the Han family four years ago and the most ridiculed good-for-nothing, has now become a master of seven-star skills. Even if he takes the initiative to tell others, I am afraid no one will. Believe it.

The first stop in Maple City was Murong Mansion. When I came outside, I saw a desolate and dilapidated scene. When I walked in, Han Fengxue felt half cold. The rockery pavilions from a year ago disappeared. Gone, leaving only dilapidated houses. "Grandpa, uncle, please don't let anything happen to you." Han Fengxue prayed in her heart, and quickly rushed towards the few remaining houses.

The door of the broken house was open, and Han Fengxue rushed in. He saw an old man with white hair and a sick face lying on the bed in the house. The old man was still coughing from time to time, and a young man beside him was feeding the old man medicine.

Han Fengxue fell down beside the bed, the anger in his heart almost drove him crazy, "Grandpa, are you okay? Who did this? Who did it?"

Murong Xiao was startled by the sudden turn of events. After seeing clearly that the visitor was Han Fengxue, he smiled bitterly, "Who else could be there besides the Liu family?"

Murong Hao saw Han Fengxue's red eyes and said with a smile: "My child, it's good to be here. I never thought I could see my grandson before I die. God has treated me well."

"The Liu family, it's the Liu family again," Han Fengxue's eyes glowed red with hatred like a bloodthirsty wolf that wouldn't stop dying. Suddenly remembering something, Han Fengxue hurriedly took out half of the Polygonum multiflorum plant that her grandparents were reluctant to use up, handed it to Murong Xiao and said, "Uncle, please make it into soup and give it to grandpa."

Murong Xiao was stunned for a moment, then showed an ecstatic smile, grabbed the Polygonum multiflorum and ran out. He looked like a child of a noble family, but he looked like a hungry beggar. But for the sake of his father, how could he care about his image? He took it away without even saying hello. How could he be polite to Han Fengxue at this time?

"Fengxue, that should be only half of Polygonum multiflorum. Half of it is just that big. Where did you get it?" Murong Hao asked weakly.

"Grandpa, please have a good rest. It won't be stolen anyway. Don't worry, my child will make you fully recover."

Murong Hao looked at Han Fengxue and smiled, without saying anything else. With such a wonderful grandson, what else could the old man say?

In the afternoon, Murong Hao talked and laughed with Han Fengxue, who was in high spirits. He was not even half sick. After taking Polygonum multiflorum, Han Fengxue gave him several precious healing herbs to drink. Although Murong Hao disagreed, Han Fengxue and Murong Xiao made a meal of raw rice and cooked rice. After it was cooked, you had to drink it even if you didn't want to drink it. In this way, in just half a day, the old man recovered his health, even better than before when he was not sick. Younger and more energetic.

There is still no news about Murong Qing, and even the Murong family was frantically attacked by the Liu family because of this incident. It turned out that the Murong family was searching everywhere for news about Murong Qing. Because they suspected the Liu family, they sent the spies deep into the Liu family. Unexpectedly, they were discovered. Then, the Murong family faced a disaster. In addition to leaving a few broken houses, the people who should be looted They robbed people and burned them when they deserved it. They were simply more ruthless than robbers. All the servants have dispersed, and now only Murong Hao and Murong Xiao's family are left in the Murong family. Even Murong Xiao who resisted was seriously injured. If Han Fengxue hadn't arrived in time, Murong Hao would have been in trouble. not enough.

"Grandpa, we can't stay in Maple City anymore anyway. Why don't you move to Fengqi Village to be with my grandpa, so that we can take care of each other."

"Originally I had this plan, but considering my physical condition, I couldn't bear to let Brother Tianjun suffer, so I didn't mention it. Now that I'm well, I'll bother Brother Tianjun. Unexpectedly, my two old relatives, When we are old, we can still play chess and enjoy tea together.”

Speaking of executing it immediately, after packing their things, several people came to Fengqi Village together. Seeing Murong and his son, Han Tianjun was also very happy. After exchanging pleasantries, a few people began to build the earthen house. For the technicians, this was a piece of cake. Even Cangyue was very busy. Only Han Fengxue returned to Maple City alone. Before leaving, He said he would come back after three days if he didn't find Murong Qing.

"The Liu family, it seems we need to get some interest first."

Today, the excitement that had been silent for several months became lively. In the center of Maple City, a 14-year-old boy set up a stage and let out wild words: "I heard that the three major families in Maple City are full of talents, and the number one family, the Liu family, is even more golden. The whole hall is full of young people. Today, the boy Xuefeng will compete in Maple City for three days to meet the young talents under the age of 25 from the three major families to see if they have real talents or are just a waste of fame. .

As soon as the news spread, it immediately caused a sensation in Maple City. The streets were packed with people, and they all came to see who it was that made such wild talk. Everyone was talking about it. When they saw that the one who was throwing the ring was actually a young man, they were filled with excitement. The crowd who came to watch the excitement plummeted. , some people thought that the young man was a lunatic, or was looking for death, but others thought that the young man had an extraordinary appearance and might actually have some abilities.

Of course, if it is a mule or a horse, you will know it when you take it out for a ride. On that day, several children of the three major aristocratic families laughed at Han Fengxue for not overestimating his abilities. Of course they had to seize such a good opportunity to show their faces, and the results were all bad. After being knocked off the ring by a single move, the young man showed no mercy. The children of the three aristocratic families who were jumping up and down when they came on the stage did not fare so well after they got off the stage. A few broken ribs were considered minor.

This confrontation immediately fully mobilized the enthusiasm of the crowd. It seemed that the young man was not a madman, but a truly capable person.