Hearing the voice in his mind, Han Feng suddenly became energetic.
"Dean Feng! Have you regained consciousness?"
"you know me?"
The hoarse voice came again.
Han Feng immediately cupped his fists and bowed towards the figure in the light group: "Han Feng, a disciple of Tiannan College, pays homage to Dean Feng!"
"Tiannan College!"
A "whispering" sound came from the light group, and at the same time, the blood eyes fluctuated, seeming to be a little clearer.
Han Feng hurriedly said: "Dean Feng, this junior once understood the way of gun in Biluo Valley. Thanks to your secret guidance, I got a glimpse of the realm of gun heart."
"oh……?"
After a moment of silence, the voice came out again.
"It turns out to be you, little one. I remember you. You are much stronger than before."
Seeing that Dean Feng was awake, Han Feng was overjoyed.
At this moment, Feng Wuji also asked: "Little guy, how come you are here? But what happened to Tiannan College?"
Han Feng hurriedly explained: "Dean Feng, everything is fine at Tiannan College, but you... there is something wrong here."
"I...?" Feng Wuji was startled, and then suddenly said: "You mean the evil energy in my body has begun to impact the seal."
Han Feng was a little surprised when he heard this.
"Dean Feng, do you already know all this?"
Feng Wuji responded calmly: "Of course I understand my situation. Little guy, go back and tell Junior Brother Mu to kill my soul and wipe out all this."
When Han Feng heard this, he couldn't help but feel a slight shock in his heart. He didn't expect that Feng Wuji would accept his death so calmly.
"Dean Feng, Dean Mu and the two vice-presidents are not willing to let you die, so this junior came here to wake you up.
As long as you regain your consciousness and actively suppress the evil spirit, you can still survive. "
Hearing this, Feng Wuji smiled faintly.
"Haha... little guy, do you think that I have been sealed here for a hundred years, suffering "the pain of thousands of arrows piercing my heart", "the pain of burning my body by karma", and "the sorrow of being haunted by resentful spirits" every day? Do you think that living will be worse than death? Do you feel good?"
When Han Feng heard this, he was speechless.
The facts are indeed as Feng Wuji said. Compared with the three human capital punishments he suffered day and night, death is obviously easier.
Looking at Han Feng who was silent, Feng Wuji said calmly: "Little guy, since you have learned my gun skills in Biluo Valley, and you can meet me here, you and I are destined to be together.
Now that my time is approaching, please talk to me. "
When Han Feng heard this, he didn't know how to respond.
Feng Wuji took the initiative and asked, "Little guy, what's your name?"
"Junior Han Feng!" Han Feng responded respectfully.
"Han Feng, for the past hundred years, my consciousness has been wandering in Biluo
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In the valley, it is not clear what is happening in the outside world.
The last time I got to know the outside world was twenty years ago, when I asked Junior Brother Mu.
Now that twenty years have passed, I wonder how the current situation of Tiannan College is? "
Hearing this, Han Feng vaguely guessed Feng Wuji's thoughts.
He immediately recounted the current situation of Jinnan College.
When he learned that Tiannan College was prospering and had now received the reward of the Inner Sea Trial, and was about to enter the ranks of the first-class colleges, Feng Wuji in the light group was silent for a long time and let out a long sigh!
"After a hundred years, Tiannan College is finally on the verge of revival!
If I hadn't gone crazy and slaughtered the entire academy's elite, destroying the academy's thousand-year accumulation in one fell swoop.
Today's Tiannan College is probably already a first-class college in the empire, or even a top college. "
Han Feng could feel the emotion in Feng Wuji's heart, and immediately comforted him: "Dean Feng, the juniors only heard about what happened back then.
But I know that Tiannan College is also your hard work. How could it be your original intention to destroy all of this? I cannot blame you entirely. "
When Feng Wuji heard this, he sighed: "You don't have to excuse me. Everything happened because of me, and I should bear all the sins.
Fortunately, Tiannan College still has the opportunity for revival and can cultivate outstanding disciples like you. I can rest in peace now. "
Han Feng clearly felt that Feng Wuji had a death wish in his heart.
He hurriedly consoled him: "Dean Feng, the so-called greatest calamity for a human being is life and death. The right and wrong of past causes and consequences are all over. You have been here to atone for hundreds of years, why do you need to destroy yourself?"
Feng Wuji shook his head and said: "My fault is too great. How can I atone for it in just a hundred years? The bones of my old friends in the academy are already cold, so how can I survive with my broken body?"
Han Feng said: "The dead are gone, but the living are like this. Has Dean Feng never thought that there are still many people in this world who care about you?"
"You remember me?" Feng Wuji laughed at himself, obviously not believing it.
Han Feng immediately said: "Dean Feng, don't you want to see the old God of War again?"
As soon as he heard the words "Old God of War", Feng Wuji, who was originally very indifferent to everything, his eyes trembled, his body shook, and his emotions fluctuated violently for the first time.
"Master!"
"Han Feng, have you met my master? How is his health now?"
Feeling Feng Wuji's mood swings at this moment, Han Feng was moved in his heart and said hurriedly: "Uh... Junior just met the old God of War not long ago. The old God of War is in good health, but he is older than before. Moreover, he took the initiative to ask Junior Mentioned Dean Feng."
"Oh...Master mentioned me?" Feng Wuji was a little excited.
Han Feng said hurriedly: "The old God of War said that Dean Feng is his only direct disciple, and he is also the next heir to the country's artifact. Because you, Dean Feng, had an accident, the old God of War has not found him to this day. to a suitable heir.
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When he talked to me about this matter, the old man looked lonely, and his words contained a lot of regret and heartache. "
Han Feng's words were heart-wrenching, causing Feng Wuji's emotions to fluctuate violently.
"Master...this disciple is unfilial and refuses to be nurtured by you, which ruins your wisdom!"
Feeling Feng Wuji's sadness, Han Feng struck while the iron was hot: "Dean Feng, it's not too late now. If you can turn around and start over, you can still inherit the mantle of the old God of War, serve the empire, and make a name for the college!"
Hearing this, Feng Wuji was silent for a while, and then sighed deeply.
"Alas... Han Feng, I know you said all this just to arouse my desire for life, but it's already too late.
From the moment I made a big mistake, I am no longer worthy of being Master's disciple, let alone appearing in front of Master, and you don't need to persuade me anymore.
Moreover, I know very well about my body that in the past hundred years, that evil aura has completely overdrawn the vitality in my body. I have run out of energy and energy, and you don't need to waste any more time on me. "
Feng Wuji's words caused Han Feng to fall into silence.
As the saying goes, there is no greater sorrow than a dead heart. Perhaps Dean Feng's heart died a hundred years ago.
During these hundred years, he just wanted to atone for the killings of the past, and to support him until the day when Tiannan College would be revitalized.
In this world now, nothing can keep him.
Looking at the silent Han Feng, Feng Wuji in the light group seemed to show a relieved smile.
He said in a calm voice: "Han Feng, thank you for telling me about Master's situation. In return, you can ask me for something.
Martial arts, exercises, secret techniques... whatever I have learned in my life, if you ask for it, I can teach it to you.
After all, you and I are both practicing the art of gunmanship. Although I dare not claim to be the best in this art in the mainland, the Qianlan Empire is no longer able to defeat me. "
"Already rivaled!"
These four simple words reveal the peerless and stern demeanor of this man of the hour in mainland China a hundred years ago.
It is impossible for Han Feng to say that he is not moved.
He had long heard that Dean Feng had practiced a "peerless marksmanship" that was unique in the world, and relied on this set of marksmanship to defeat countless powerful men in the empire.
If the other party can teach him this set of marksmanship, he will definitely benefit from it for life.
"Han Feng, tell me what you need."
Feng Wuji spoke again.
After Han Feng heard this, he pondered for a long time and finally made a decision.
"Dean Feng, I don't need you to teach me any martial arts skills. I'm brave and just want to find the truth!"
"the truth?"
Feng Wuji was stunned.
Han Feng said: "This junior just wants to know why you suddenly went crazy that night a hundred years ago!"
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