Prince, who shall we kill today?

The mountains are full of greenery, the air is fresh and the scenery is extremely beautiful.

On the way, Han Che asked why the Hongshan faction was so overbearing, Doctor Zhang said: "So you just came here, no wonder you don't know about the Hongshan faction. Has Nanying heard of it?"

"I've heard of it. The gang where heroes from the south gather is called the Nanyinghui." Han Che recalled the words of the tea shop boy that Xue Man had relayed earlier.

"The leader of the Nanying Association is Gu Fenglin, the leader of the Hongshan School." Doctor Zhang said, "He is the leader of the Nanying Association, so his family's sect is naturally overbearing."

Han Che said: "I came to Chunze eight years ago. At that time, I heard about the Hongshan sect, but it seems to be just a small sect with dozens of people. How can it develop so powerfully now?"

"Yes, they were just a small sect eight years ago, with only a few dozen people." Doctor Zhang said, "They started to rise three years later. Then they grew rapidly, and their number expanded to hundreds. Gu Fenglin used a set of magic tricks His Qinghong swordsmanship challenged the heads of various sects around him, gaining a reputation in the battle. All the sects, big and small, surrendered and fell under his command.

Four years ago, Gu Fenglin joined forces with the heads of various sects in the south to establish the Nanying Association, and he himself was the head, appointing the leaders of the sects under his command to be the masters of each hall.Since then, the forces in the southern rivers and lakes have gradually unified.The remaining independent sects either moved away or dispersed.Therefore, people outside say that Nanjiang is prosperous in business and has no quack atmosphere. In fact, it is because of this reason. "

Han Che hesitated and said, "But Shengshang Yiwu hates alliances between Jianghu sects the most. Aren't they afraid?"

"Don't be afraid." Dr. Zhang said, "It's not that they formed an alliance to threaten the imperial court. The Nanying Association also established a chamber of commerce with the same name. Everyone does business together, and the money they earn supports various sects. If the government wants to punish crimes, Gu Fenglin will say that we are ordinary people. Is it against the law to start a business with meager efforts to promote the prosperity of my great prayer? We also often protect the people, mediate disputes, and relieve refugees, shouldn’t the government praise us?”

"Smart." Han Che admired, "This person is a bit interesting. In this way, various sects can be united, prosperity can be achieved together, and everyone can be protected in the name of serving the country and the people. It is really high."

"Gao, it's high." Doctor Zhang said, "I also admire Gu's deeds, but their Hongshan faction's bullying is a bit unacceptable. Sigh, I hope the young master recovers as soon as possible."

The two chatted all the way and arrived at the destination. There were many terraces and pavilions on the mountain, Danying carved Jue, and the disciples walking in the mountain were all well dressed.

Han Che glanced at it and said in his heart: He is really rich.

The disciple led the two of them to see a doctor for the young master. Seeing Han Che looking around, he said triumphantly, "Have you ever seen such a gorgeous house? Hmph, keep your eyes open to feel the grandeur of our Hongshan sect! "

This man wanted to talk with his nostrils upturned, Han Che didn't bother to talk to him, he didn't want to say that he had traveled between the palace and the palace since he was a child, and he had seen houses a hundred times more expensive than their Hongshan School.

He opened his eyes wide, but he didn't see any grandeur, he only saw gold and green, and he didn't know the aesthetics of the people who built the house.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the disciple proudly boasted about his own sect. His eyebrows were beaming and his saliva flew all over the place, as if wishing he could fly to the sky.

Soon the two were led to the young master's residence, Han Che wanted to follow in, but was blocked outside the door, and Doctor Zhang was let in alone.Han Che pricked up his ears to listen to the movement inside, ready to rush in to save people at any time.

Fortunately, the medicine used last time has worked, and the young master has almost recovered.Doctor Zhang carefully changed the medicine for him. The young head didn’t know if he had a happy event in his heart. He had a good temper and didn’t yell or scold. After changing the medicine, he waved his hand to ask someone to collect the medicine fee, and generously let him pay more. Some.

Dr. Zhang picked up his medicine box and exited, and joined Han Che outside the door. He didn't even bother to ask for the medicine fee, so he left in a hurry.

The two walked down, Doctor Zhang said to take a shortcut, and Han Che followed him along the path.

As he walked, a young man in shabby clothes came up from below, and he was walking up with a basin of washed clothes.He actually had only one hand, and the other arm disappeared from above the wrist.

The two stopped talking and stepped aside, letting him go first.

The young man raised his head to express his thanks, and unintentionally glanced at Han Che, his gaze changed.

"Xuannv?" He said excitedly with his eyes shining, "It's Xuannv!"

Han Che stared at him and recognized him as the boy who lost his hand at the Xuanwu Meeting.

There was a buzzing in his head, bad memories were brought up, and he was about to run away.

With quick eyes and quick hands, the young man grabbed him and said anxiously, "I—"

"My name is Han Che! Call me Mr. Han!" Han Che hurriedly broke his hand, "I don't know you!"

Song Mingzhao said: "Hello, Mr. Han! How did you become a Xuannv? What happened that day?"

"I don't know, I don't know!"

Han Che picked up Doctor Zhang and ran away with light work, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"This way, this way!" Dr. Zhang was almost taken into the wild forest by him, and he hurriedly showed him the way.

Seeing that Song Mingzhao didn't catch up, Han Che heaved a sigh of relief and put the doctor down.

Really, I never expected to meet him here.

And he was covering his face at the time, so he didn't know how the man recognized him at a glance.

He really didn't want to think about that miserable past.

The two went down the mountain along the shortcut. When the doctor asked about Xuannv, Han Che avoided talking about it.The doctor knew what was interesting, so he didn't ask.

Later, when he arrived at a mountain depression, Han Che saw a young girl in green practicing sword practice alone, and subconsciously stopped.

Doctor Zhang glanced at it, and said calmly: "Miss Gu is still practicing sword."

"Miss Gu family?" Han Che took a few more glances and found the problem, "She didn't practice properly, did no one tell her? She won't make any progress after practicing like this for ten years."

Dr. Zhang pulled him away, and said to him: "The Gu family's Qinghong swordsmanship has always been passed on to men but not to women. His father has always been unwilling to teach her, saying that she would humiliate the family's unique learning."

"What kind of nonsense is this? Girls can also inherit unique knowledge." Han Che shook his head, "The master of a sect is still so pedantic, I don't know how he leads the sect to flourish."

Doctor Zhang sighed: "It is said that she is not talented, and everyone said that she is not suitable for practicing Qinghong swordsmanship."

"Oh...so that's how it is." Han Che said, "Actually, I'm not suitable for practicing the family-inherited swordsmanship. I was weak and sick since I was a child. I once secretly learned my father's ice-drinking swordsmanship, and almost died. My elder brother is suitable for practicing that. I learned the swordsmanship very well. But later my father taught me my mother's swordsmanship. In fact, Master Gu can also teach me some swordsmanship suitable for Miss Gu."

In comparison, it seems that my father is still very good.

Han Che's heart skipped a beat, he didn't expect that he would suddenly think of his father's kindness, so he quickly recalled more than a dozen bad things about him, and washed away the little bit of goodness.

He was afraid that if he kept thinking about his father's benefits, he would not be able to help but want to go home.

He hasn't been home for too long.

If you go back now, you will be beaten, right?

But he really hasn't been home for a long time, and he still can't help thinking about it, father... is he okay?