Han Feng looked at the horse in front of him. The horse was unusually swift, and its eyes seemed to have intelligence. Especially when Han Feng stroked it with his right hand, the horse actually narrowed its eyes and revealed a rather comfortable expression.
This scene stunned Chu Xing. This was the first time he had seen a horse with an expression.
Han Feng pressed his left hand on the horse's body, flipped his body lightly, and mounted the horse's back. Shangguan Yuqing also followed suit and jumped onto the back of another horse. Han Chentian was the same.
Chu Xing hurriedly followed behind. As he chatted with Han Feng, he would occasionally glance at the carriage.
Han Feng was riding a horse, and all he could see were mortals. He had never ridden a horse in his previous life. A feeling that he had not felt for a long time slowly reflected in his heart. At this moment, the magic power in his body actually started to circulate automatically. The surrounding magic power and spiritual energy seemed to be attracted by it and surged rapidly.
If a powerful cultivator was here, they would be shocked to find that there was a thick layer of green and blood-colored mist around Han Feng. This aura was extremely thick, but it did not leak out. It gathered around Han Feng and did not dissipate for a long time.
This green and blood-red substance was something that even most cultivators couldn't see, let alone mortals. It was something that Han Feng had experienced in the year 1213 in the book world when he was in the beginning of the Primordial World. It was the Dragon Han Tribulation, the Witch Demon Tribulation, and the God Sealing Tribulation. The body of consciousness had accumulated countless murderous auras. As time passed, this murderous aura gradually turned into a murderous aura. Finally, as time passed, it settled down and experienced a change. It became a murderous aura that would shock any cultivator! mental demon
Once this baleful aura could be used on its own, it would have the effect of subduing others without fighting. If it was mixed in when refining some magic treasures, the power of the magic treasures would increase greatly.
A gentle breeze blew over and brushed against Han Feng's hair. He couldn't help but take a deep breath, and his eyes flashed with a bright light. He could clearly feel that the magic power in his body seemed to be undergoing a wonderful change. Although this change was faint, it contained some kind of magical power.
At this moment, a small portion of the green residual blood aura around Han Feng's body actually loosened and turned into wisps of red gas that entered Han Feng's body and fused with his spiritual energy.
Gradually, as the convoy slowly moved forward, more and more spiritual qi surged from the surroundings. Under such a large amount of spiritual qi, all the horses began to neigh.
Even the mortal warriors 'eyes lit up. For some reason, they felt a warm aura coursing through their bodies, making them feel extremely comfortable.
After a long time, the mana in Han Feng's body gradually calmed down, and the spiritual energy in the surroundings slowly dissipated. The mortals and martial artists all woke up one by one, and they all revealed strange expressions. As they discussed softly, they were all surprised by the phenomenon just now.
As the carriages moved forward, night fell. All the carriages formed a circle and camped on the side of the official road.
Some women got off the carriages and started to prepare food. Some even looked at Han Feng and smiled at him. This made Shangguan Yuqing jealous.
In fact, it was no wonder that these women were looking at Han Feng. At this moment, in their eyes, Han Feng was filled with an indescribable charm. Although his appearance was ordinary, his entire person had an elegant and immortal aura.
Han Feng leaned against a large tree and looked at the darkening sky. He had never felt so peaceful in the past 1200 years in the book world. The Starry Sky of the West was resplendent, and specks of light illuminated the land. However, Han Feng knew that each speck of light in the Starry Sky was actually a planet.
This was an inheritance from the Chaos Bead's memories. In his memories, the Chaos Bead had followed its previous owner. Before it crossed the starry sky, its owner would often look at the sky like this.
The calmness in his heart caused the spiritual energy around Han Feng to slowly surge again. However, at this moment, Han Feng did not pay attention to the spiritual energy. For the first time, he felt the green and blood-colored substance around his body.
This green blood-red substance dissipated slightly as his mind calmed down. Han Feng pondered for a while. He knew that if he continued to calm down like this, the green blood-red substance around his body would completely disappear in a few years.
Han Feng had sensed this red substance before, but this was the first time he had seen it with his own eyes. He knew that this was caused by the baleful aura brought by the spacetime of the Primal Chaos Pearl in his book world. Although dissipating this substance might help him break through to the second tier of the Primal Chaos Technique, Han Feng felt that it was a pity.
He pondered for a moment, and with a thought, the green and blood-red substance around him suddenly began to boil and slowly condense. However, after it was reduced by one-tenth, it could not condense again no matter what.
Han Feng took a deep breath. Just as he was about to try again, his expression changed. He raised his head and looked in the direction of the women in the distance. He saw a graceful lady in her forties wearing a red cheongsam and a cotton jacket. She held smoked meat and a wine pot in her hands as she walked towards him leisurely.
A fragrant wind blew in her face. Soon, the woman arrived in front of him. After putting the food aside, she sized up Han Feng curiously and said in a charming voice,"Thank you."
This woman was one of the two women who had been sitting in the carriage with the other woman during the day. Han Feng smiled faintly and picked up the wine jug. He scanned it with his divine sense and saw all the ingredients inside. He then put it to his mouth and took a sip.
A spicy feeling rose from his stomach. In the past 1200 years, this was one of the few times Han Feng had drunk wine. He clearly remembered that in his previous life, his old man would only take out the wine when his youngest uncle went to his house.
Every time that happened, Han Feng would secretly take a sip or two. Then, with a red face, he would look at his old man and his youngest uncle and laugh foolishly.
With a melancholy feeling, Han Feng took another big gulp. At this time, Shangguan Yuqing came over and stretched her hand to Han Feng's waist. Han Feng was surprised. She pretended to be in pain and shouted. He started to flirt with Shangguan Yuqing.
The lady opened her small mouth as if she wanted to say something, but at this moment, someone called out to her from not far away. The lady responded and looked at Han Feng with her beautiful eyes before turning around and walking away.
With Han Feng's current cultivation, he had already reached the stage where he could not eat. The food of mortals was not attractive to him. The smoked meat remained where it was. He did not move at all. However, this wine had aroused a trace of his emotions. As he drank, he finished the entire pot.
At night, the muscular guards of the convoy lit a bonfire. Waves of laughter came from them and entered Han Feng's ears. The corners of his mouth gradually revealed a smile.
There were even some men who had drank wine and became bolder. They ran over to some women and whispered to them about courtship.
Looking at this mortal, Han Feng unconsciously thought of the goddess from his previous life, Cheng Wan 'er.
At this moment, Chu Xing came to Han Feng's side with two jugs of wine. After passing him a jug, he sat down beside Han Feng and smiled."Little brother, your leaves are indeed magical. My wife is already much better. Come, let me toast you!”Brother Han (Han Chentian) was also here.
As he spoke, he tilted the wine pot and filled the cup. However, he realized that Han Feng and Han Chentian didn't even use the cup and took a big gulp from the wine pot. He was stunned for a moment before he laughed and drank the wine in the cup. Then, he picked up the wine pot and took a big gulp like Han Feng and the others.
"Didn't you say that the servant girl was sick? Why is it now Furen?”Han Feng looked at the man in front of him with a faint smile.
Chu Xing blushed and slapped his thigh awkwardly.""Little brother, this matter is my fault. How about this? When we reach the Great Desolate City, if you encounter any trouble, come to the shop in the north of the city to look for me. As long as it's within my ability, I won't frown!”
Han Feng smiled and did not say anything. Instead, he slowly tasted the wine.
Chu Xing looked at the empty pot on the ground and then at the few remaining flasks in Han Feng and Han Chentian's hands. His eyes lit up and he smiled," Brother Han said," Little brother, you have a good alcohol tolerance. The night is long and it's boring to sit here. Why don't you go and fight with my brothers?"”
Han Feng subconsciously wanted to reject it, but after thinking about it, Han Feng smiled and nodded.
Han Feng and Han Chentian followed them to the bonfire and saw a few men surrounding the bonfire. They were chatting loudly and talking about the interesting things they had seen in the past. Chu Xing stepped forward and kicked one of the men who was talking happily and scolded him jokingly,""Zhang Mazi, Little Peach and Chunhua from the Red Jade Brothel, I've heard you say it countless times. Didn't she serve you well? Forget it, I'll pay her a visit when I get back this time and see if you're bragging.”
The brawny man surnamed Zhang moved two seats to the side and smiled."Go. You're fast anyway. I can go when you're done.”
The moment he said that, the men around him laughed. Chu Xing laughed and sat down. Han Feng and Han Chentian sat down casually and looked at the mortals before them. They were filled with emotions. Although these people's lives were extremely fragile and it was not an exaggeration to say that he could kill them a million times with just a breath, he was far from being able to compare to them.
That night, Han Feng and Patriarch Han Chentian drank quite a bit. Although he didn't talk much, the men gradually became familiar with him and they laughed and drank together. Later on, some bold and forthright women also joined in. Among them was the noblewoman who had brought food to Han Feng. However, she had been sitting beside Han Feng the entire time, and her beautiful eyes were often fixed on Han Feng. Under the illumination of the bonfire, her eyes flickered with a bright light, and no one knew what she was thinking.
It wasn't until dawn that they all fell asleep. The womenfolk returned to their carriages and slept with their clothes on.
Other than the guards in the distance, the entire convoy was silent. Although the bonfire would occasionally emit the sound of burning wood, not only did it not affect their rest, but it also seemed to have some magical effect, making them sleep even soundly.
Han Feng stood up and came to a nearby tree. He sat down and leaned against it. A sense of peace surged in his heart. At that moment, he felt like he had forgotten that he was a cultivator saint and had truly become a mortal.
At this moment, he closed his eyes and looked inside. He was surprised to find that his cultivation level was about to break through. Although he was at the peak of the first level of the fourth cycle of the Primordial Pride Art and could break through at any time, he didn't expect it to be so fast.
However, some of the green blood mist around him dissipated. Han Feng took a deep breath. He had a feeling that if he allowed this green substance to dissipate, he would regret it in the future. Therefore, he sank his mind into it and began to gather it again.
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