Unfortunately, Han Feng was a little late to get this secret book. With his 100-year-old age, the meridians in his body had already formed and had long missed the best period of cultivation. Even though this mental method was really powerful, Han Feng was more hard to practice. (Work novel)

Fortunately, Han Feng was determined and with his tenacity, he devoted himself to hard work and finally successfully entered the ranks of the Heavenly Masters three hundred years later.

"If all this is a dream, this dream is too real, right?" Han Feng thought to himself.

As for how to verify the authenticity of the "dream", Han Feng has a ready-made method at this time.

In the "Dream", Han Feng once helped a passerby he met a lot. He later found out that the traveler in trouble was An Daoquan, a famous doctor who was not in the head of the divine dragon on the mainland. In return, An Daoquan taught Han Feng a ancestral healing method.

This mental method can only mobilize the weak fighting spirit in the body, and it does not help in combat at all, but it is a first-class magic method for healing injuries. It is just right for Han Feng's current situation.

Lying back on the bed, Han Feng closed his eyes and silently used his mental method. In an instant, he felt a slight air flow wandering in his body.

After a moment, Han Feng opened his eyes again, and the surprise was hard to hide in his eyes.

Unexpectedly, the "Dream" mental method was really effective. But after a while, he felt a little more comfortable and his injuries improved slightly.

It seems that my four hundred years of memories are true! I really lived again!

Thinking of this, Han Feng subconsciously clenched his fists.

Although he didn't understand why he could go back to his childhood, since he had been back again, if he couldn't seize the opportunity and make a personal appearance, if he couldn't repay his father and mentor and those who helped him, he might as well just hit him and die.

"My life path begins to turn today!"

Han Feng thought to himself.

At this time, an urgent footsteps came from outside the door.

What followed was a familiar and unfamiliar figure.

Looking at the figure who was coming in quickly, Han Feng was immediately excited.

The person who came was his father, Han Yiyuan!

"Feng'er, you're awake!" As soon as Han Yiyuan came in, he saw Han Feng awakening, hurried forward and shouted with concern.

"Dad!"

Even though he had lived past four hundred years, Han Feng could not help but shouted with sobs.

At this time, my father was only in his thirties, but after years of running and exhaustion, he could see a few strands of white hair on his head, his face looked a little dry and wrinkled with wind and frost, and his clothes were covered with torn clothes with multiple patches. Fortunately, because of his years of practicing martial arts, his body was quite strong.

This is his father, and the slightest thing in his memory. He originally thought he had forgotten his father's appearance, but now he realized that it was not that he had forgotten it, but that he was buried deeply in his heart and was unwilling to reveal it.

Facing Han Yiyuan's concerned eyes, a warm current in Han Feng's heart and his eyes became wet again.

However, Han Yiyuan did not notice Han Feng's tone. What he was most concerned about at this moment was Han Feng's injury.

Yesterday, when he learned that his son was injured in a "martial contest" and rushed to the martial arts venue, Han Feng was already unconscious, and he had already vented more and had less breathing.

Han Yiyuan was shocked and had no intention of paying attention to who was taking action. He hurriedly took Han Feng home, took out his few savings, and invited a doctor to come for treatment.

After a night of treatment, Han Feng's condition finally stabilized. Han Yiyuan breathed a sigh of relief, but when he relaxed, he looked at the prescription in his hand and immediately started to feel embarrassed again, because all the savings at home had been spent, where did he get the money to buy these medicinal materials?

So, before dawn, Han Yiyuan hurried out and did not come back until the evening.

Han Yiyuan came to his son and first looked at his face carefully. He found that although he was still very pale, there was a trace of blood more than yesterday.

He put one hand on his son's arm, and a "thick" fighting spirit slowly poured into Han Feng's body. In less than a moment, Han Yiyuan was delighted to find that his son's injuries had healed a lot.

In Han Feng's memory, he had already entered the realm of the heavenly level, but at this moment, he only had the strength of a second-grade warrior. Feeling the unstoppable fighting spirit from his father, he had to say that his current strength was too weak.

While feeling moved, Han Feng suddenly found that his father had some bruises on his face and some traces of fighting on his clothes. He couldn't help but ask: "Dad, what's wrong with you? Why are you injured?"

When Han Yiyuan saw his son asking, he was speechless for a moment and explained in a slight sense that he accidentally fell while walking.

If Han Feng was really just an eleven-year-old child, he might have believed this, but now, the scars on his father's body were clearly beaten out. How could Han Feng not know this?

After a little speculation, Han Feng was almost sure that his father volunteered to practice other noble children to cure his injuries, and was beaten like a sandbag, which was only for the poor silver.

After figuring out the truth of the matter, Han Feng fell silent all of a sudden.

In the last life, I was still young and didn’t feel much about my father’s efforts. Now, after living again, he truly felt his father’s deep love for him.

At this moment, Han Feng secretly swore in his heart that he must let his father live a good life in this life and will not let his father down!
Chapter completed!