C44 Last side

Han Yan saw that she had stopped and immediately asked: "What?"

Ling Shuangshuang bit her lower lip and said, "Let them capture you, then bring you to see the Emperor."

Hearing this, Han Yan laughed softly and said coldly, "To see your majesty, if I were to see your majesty, would I still be able to live? I have never done anything to let the sect down, why would they treat me like this? " He grabbed Ling Shuangshuang's shoulders and spoke word by word: "Tell me, is it wrong for me to kill someone I should have killed? Why, why do they all want to stop me? "

Ling Shuangshuang's two shoulders, were grabbed by Han Yan until they hurt, but she did not push him away. She knew that Han Yan's current state of mind was very agitated, and he needed to vent it out.

After a while, Han Yan regained some clarity in his mind, and released Ling Shuangshuang's hand, and said: "Sorry, I lost my composure just now."

Ling Shuangshuang smiled, she did not take it to heart, but when she thought about the situation before her, she could not help but ask: "Han Yan, what are you planning to do?"

Han Yan was silent, he sat on the chair and started thinking, and after a while, he said: "I want to leave the Great Ming Country."

"You're crazy. Do you know how dangerous it is?" Ling Shuangshuang said anxiously, "Let's not talk about whether you can escape from the sect's arrest. Even if you managed to escape by luck, will the cultivators of the three neighboring countries let you go? Don't forget, you killed a spy from the State of Zhao, which is equivalent to offending the Orthodoxy of the three nations. "

Han Yan understood all of this, but did he have any choice? The Emperor caught him for the sake of the Imperial Jade Seal, but the Imperial Jade Seal somehow disappeared after entering the storage bag. Han Yan was only a very stubborn person, he believed that this matter was not wrong from the beginning till the end. Why did he have to lower his head to the imperial family, and to the sect? It was not that he had let down the sect, but the sect had given up on him.

Han Yan took a deep breath, looked at Ling Shuangshuang deeply, and said: "I've already decided, you take care." As he spoke, he prepared to leave.

Ling Shuangshuang grabbed Han Yan, then swallowed back the words that were about to leave his mouth, before saying in the end: "You still haven't told me why you had not unsealed the seal on your body just now."

Han Yan revealed an extremely rare smile, and said: "In the entire sect, I do not have many friends, and you are one." Han Yan trusted his friends greatly.

Ling Shuangshuang was moved and blurted out: "Can I help you with something?"

Han Yan hesitated for a moment, then said: "No need, if you help me, the sect will definitely punish you."

Ling Shuangshuang shook her head, and said: "Since you see me as your friend, then just tell me about the difficulties you have!"

Han Yan did not pretend and said: "My flying sword has been destroyed, give me a flying sword!"

"Here you go." Without even thinking, Ling Shuangshuang took out his flying sword from the storage bag, wiped off the Spiritual Sense Imprint on it and handed it over to Han Yan.

Han Yan took the flying sword, and said gratefully: "Thank you." As he spoke, he opened a house.

After leaving the room, Han Yan moved in a flash and quietly left the Marquis Mansion. His figure quickly flashed on the street and although he found a few law enforcement disciples patrolling, he easily dodged them all. After successfully leaving the capital, Han Yan arrived at a mountain range, took out his flying sword, and quickly flew towards the direction of Bluestone Village.

If he really had to leave the Ming Empire, who knew when he would be able to return. It might be a few years, it might even be a dozen years, or even his entire life. Han Yan just wanted to see his parents again before he left. Han Yan could not sever his relationship with the mortal world. He believed that even if he could not sever his mortal ties, his cultivation would still increase.

Six hours later, Han Yan arrived above the Bluestone Village, and just as he was about to descend, he suddenly thought of something, and immediately turned and flew towards the north. After a moment, Han Yan arrived at a precipitous mountain range. There were quite a few houses on the mountain, and one could faintly hear waves of wild laughter coming from them. This place was precisely the bandit's nest. The reason why Han Yan came here this time was to take revenge for grandfather and grandmother, and to fulfill their parents' last wish.

Just as he landed on the mountain, he was discovered by a bandit. One of them shouted in a low voice, "Who is it?"

Han Yan did not answer and continued to walk forward.

The bandit bellowed angrily, "Brat, you're courting death!" With that said, he pulled out the sword at his waist and rushed towards Han Yan.

Han Yan did not even bother to look at him, he secretly formed a seal and the ground in front of him suddenly flipped, forming a huge crevice. The bandit who was waving his sword cried out and fell into it. The other bandit was dumbfounded as he shouted, "Immortal …" "The Immortal has come." He dropped the weapon in his hands and ran for the largest house on the mountaintop.

The setting sun was like blood as it slanted down onto the hillside, causing Han Yan's figure to lengthen.

Before that bandit could even run into the room, a scar-faced man rushed out the door and shouted angrily: "What are you shouting for? Can't you see that big brother was drinking?"

That bandit was trembling as he pointed behind him, "He is an immortal. Just now, he used a spell to kill Lil 'Six."

The scarred face looked down and saw a huge ditch on the ground not far away. This was not something a mortal could do. He hurriedly said, "You wait here, I'll call the immortal master."

A moment later, Han Yan walked to the front of the room. That bandit knelt down and begged for mercy, "Immortal, you have a lot of manpower. Please forgive me!" With that, he slapped his face twice. After he was done, he secretly heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that Han Yan did not make a move.

At this moment, an old man dressed in white came out of the room. He seemed to be in his fifties, and his eyes were gleaming. His body emitted a faint Spiritual Energy fluctuation, and one could tell at a glance that he was a cultivator. His cultivation level was not high, only around the 3rd level of the Refinement Stage. When he sensed Han Yan's cultivation level, he was startled and cupped his hands: "Fellow cultivator, why have you come here?"

Han Yan's gaze swept across the other party's body and spat out two cold words, "Kill you."

The old man's heart skipped a beat. If they were going to fight, then he definitely wouldn't be a match for the old man. He said, "Fellow cultivator, you and I have no enmity between us, so why did you kill me?"

Han Yan coldly snorted, and said: "Really? Then let me ask you, did you kill a couple twenty years ago? "

How could the old man know that he had killed too many people in the past few years? More than ten couples had died in his hands. Seeing Han Yan's murderous look, he knew that if he did not speak, the other party would definitely attack, and immediately said: "Fellow cultivator, you did not recognize wrongly! "Although we're bandits, we've never killed a good person. How could we possibly kill a couple?"

Han Yan knew that he would continue to ask and the other party would not tell him the truth either. He said coldly: "Wait until I kill you and devour your memories, then I will know if I killed wrongly."

The old man's face revealed a sinister look, he patted the storage bag on his waist and a long blade flew out, hovering above his head.

For cultivators of the Ming Empire, most of their magical equipment were flying swords, long blade shaped magical equipment, this was the first time Han Yan had seen one.

The old man growled, he quickly formed a seal and with a flash, he appeared in front of Han Yan.

"You're courting death!" Han Yan's consciousness moved, the spirit energy condensed in his hands and turned into a giant invisible hand, grabbing the elder by the hand. With a "peng" sound, the long blade broke into several pieces before falling to the ground. At the same time, Han Yan moved in a flash and arrived in front of the old man. He grabbed onto the old man's body and sealed his spirit energy.

Just at this moment, the old man suddenly shouted, "Fellow, please show mercy. As long as you don't kill me, I'll give you a rare spell manual."

Han Yan had already decided to kill this person. Even if he took out something good, he would not show mercy. His palm landed on the opponent's body, and after a spasm, the opponent's aura was completely gone. A green light flew out from his body, it was his soul, Han Yan grabbed it and swallowed it. After swallowing it, memories of him quickly flashed past Han Yan's mind. After that, Han Yan threw the corpse in his hands into the storage bag and rushed back into the room.

The surrounding bandits were all dumbstruck, even the guards at the door did not dare to stop Han Yan.

The old man had an extremely high status among the bandits, even the Great Master had to politely call him Immortal Teacher. It was said that immortal masters had boundless magical powers, and killing people was as easy as crushing an ant. However, the godlike immortal master had been easily taken care of by the young man in front of them. The crowd was shocked. They didn't dare to make a sound, fearing that the other party would kill them if they were to be displeased.

As he walked into the room, he saw a middle-aged man in his forties sitting on a large black wooden chair in the middle. He was tall and sturdy, and one could tell that he was an expert in martial arts. At this moment, he was holding a flagon in his left hand and a beautiful woman in his right. He took a sip of wine and kissed the woman in his arms, looking indescribably comfortable.

The middle-aged man drank too much and his head felt heavy. Seeing Han Yan coming over, he shouted angrily, "You … Who was it? To... Get the hell out of here. "

From the cultivator's memories, Han Yan knew that the person who killed his grandfather and grandmother was the Great Master, and without wasting any time, he directly threw a Fireball over. Facing the incoming fireball, the middle-aged man was dumbfounded. He cried out, "Immortal master, you are …" Before he could finish, the fireball appeared in front of him, turning into a pile of black ash.

The woman that was being carried by the middle-aged man was not injured at all. She let out a startled cry and quickly ran away.

After killing the two, Han Yan waved his wrist and the black large chair flew to the side, a thread-bound book appearing in his sight. The color of the book had turned yellow. There were three big words written on it — cryptography. Han Yan took the book and threw it into the storage bag. He scanned the entire camp with his divine sense and said in a clear voice: "The bandit's nest will automatically disband within three days. Otherwise, your fates will be the same as theirs."

His voice echoed throughout the entire mountain peak. When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but feel a chill down their spines. Some of the bandits even collapsed onto the ground.

The sun had set in the west and night had fallen. When Han Yan returned to the Bluestone Village, the sky had already completely darkened. He did not enter the village and instead spent the night guarding the vicinity of the mountain village. That night, Han Yan searched every nook and cranny of the cave, and didn't find any hidden cultivators. Only then did he feel at ease.

Early in the morning the next day, Han Yan opened the door of his home and saw a slender figure sweeping the courtyard's fallen leaves with a broom in her hand.

At the same time, the person who saw Han Yan also trembled. Then, she threw the broom in her hand to the side, happily ran over, and choked with sobs: "Han Yan, you... You're finally back. " The lady was none other than Liu Xihan. Just as she wanted to give Han Yan a big hug, she remembered that the relationship between the two of them was not the same as it used to be.