I have a magic pot

In the entire Bailong County's younger generation, only the daughter of the city lord Qin and the top geniuses of several big families can compare with it.

Moreover, those genius disciples all have countless precious elixir to assist in their cultivation, and they are also guided by strong family members. The eldest lady has nothing, but can be as strong as them. The eldest lady is naturally the best! "

Seeing Bing'er's proud and proud expression, Han Feng felt amused, but also secretly sighed.

It turns out that this world is so wonderful, but it's a pity that I was born with a weak pulse, and I am destined to miss out on being a spiritual warrior.

At this time, Han Feng couldn't help but think of the bronze chamber pot. This thing brought him all the way to this world, wouldn't it be just to make himself a trash that everyone shouts and beats?

Han Feng thought, it seems that he has to figure out how to communicate with this bronze chamber pot as soon as possible.

Maybe this thing still has some "special ability" that hasn't been awakened yet, not only can it make one's body shake and become a cultivation genius, but it can also revive one's glory and restore one's true colors along the way.

But when he thought that it was just a "broken chamber pot", and it was far from the "tall and noble" images in the time travel novels, such as peerless swords, spiritual jewels and jade, Han Feng felt a little guilty again.

……

In the wing room, little loli sent a lot of information to Han Feng, and carefully applied ointment to him, and then led Han Feng to the front hall for dinner.

The "content" of dinner is very simple, steamed buns, pickles, a few dishes of fried vegetables, and a few bowls of millet porridge.

Not to mention that compared with the big families, even the slightly better-off families have richer dinners than them, which shows how embarrassing the branch of the Han family has become today.

There were only three people sitting on the table, Han Feng, Bing'er, and an old man with gray hair, hunched back, and missing two front teeth when he laughed "Butler Zhang".

As for the eldest sister Chu Hanxin, it is said that she did not come to dinner because of "poor appetite".

And Han Feng also has a younger brother "Han Lei" who did not come, and Bing'er said that he is still practicing.

After a meal, Han Feng's food was bland and tasteless, and he ate some food casually. Han Feng got up alone, without Bing'er following him, and walked alone in the Han's courtyard to relieve his boredom.

Although the Han family compound is dilapidated, its area is not small. After all, the suburbs are not a county town with every inch of land.

The five-entry classical duplex courtyard has an extraordinarily spacious space. There are main rooms, side rooms, and side rooms...there are nearly a hundred rooms in total, and there are side courtyards occupying a large area on the east and west sides.

As the head of the family, Han Feng's room is in the north room facing the gate, and Chu Hanxin and Han Lei live in the wing rooms on the east and west sides.

Han Feng originally wanted to relax casually and look at the flowers and plants in the courtyard, but he didn't expect that the courtyard was too big, and he was a little confused when walking through corridors and alleys.

In the end, Han Feng walked through a long corridor indiscriminately, ready to explore the way forward, but stopped when he passed an open courtyard door.

"Bang bang bang...!"

There were muffled knocks and low gasps from inside the door.

"Um……?"

Han Feng was slightly taken aback, turned around and took a few steps towards the courtyard door, followed the gap between the gates, and looked into the courtyard.

I saw that under the setting sun, on a wide grassland, a wooden stake as thick as an adult's thigh was half wrapped by hemp rope, and the lower half was inserted into the soil.

At this moment, a young man with a bare upper body, a lean figure and muscular muscles was standing in front of the wooden post, swinging his fists and blasting towards the wooden post.

He exerted all his strength with each punch, hitting the wooden post through the hemp rope, still making a huge sound, making the wooden post vibrate slightly.

The speed of the youth's punching was not considered fast at first, and Han Feng could still see it clearly, but later on, the speed of the youth became more and more rapid, as fast as a phantom, continuously bombarding the wooden stake.

The muffled sound became denser, and the wooden stake trembled more intensely. The young man was like a tireless and painful "machine", and he swung his fist crazily until the surface of the fist was ripped apart. The blood stained the wooden stake red, and it still didn't stop.

When Han Feng outside the door saw all this, the astonishment on his face gradually became dignified, his brows gradually wrinkled, and finally he couldn't help it, and wanted to stop the other party's self-harming behavior.

"drink……!"

Suddenly, the young man let out a shout!

In an instant, the shadow of the young man's fist, which was originally as swift as the wind, froze. His left hand drew a circle in front of him, and his right hand was clenched into a fist at his waist. The seemingly slow movements seemed to contain a palpitating power.

Just the next moment.

"Mount Regret Fist!"

With a roar, the young man took a step forward like a tiger descending a mountain, and kicked his other foot on the ground!

In an instant, the youth's heels, ankles, calves, thighs... stretched all the way to the waist and spine, forming a tight line.

The blood-stained right fist hidden at the waist was ready and fired like a cannon, directly hitting the trembling wooden stake seven inches away!

"Boom...!"

There was only a dull and heavy sound, and the wooden stake as thick as a thigh was shaken violently, and there was a "click", breaking from the neck, and the hemp rope binding it also burst at the same time!

Chapter 5 The Wild Boys

"Depend on……!"

Han Feng outside the door opened his mouth in shock when he saw this scene.

He had already guessed the identity of the young man in front of him. The only one he had never seen in the Han Mansion was his younger brother "Han Lei".

Han Feng is 17 years old this year, and Han Lei is only 15 years younger than him. Han Feng originally thought that Han Lei should be a handsome "little gentleman". boy".

The wooden stake as thick as his thigh was actually broken by this guy. Good guy, if he had been punched... Han Feng didn't think his waist was as strong as that wooden stake.

When communicating with Bing'er earlier, little Lolita briefly talked about the cultivation level of Lingwu practitioners.

Those who are new to martial arts can attract the aura of heaven and earth, temper their physique, and are called "martial apprentices".

There are a total of nine stars in the realm of warriors. When you reach the "nine stars of warriors", you can condense the dantian cyclone and look inside yourself. Only then can you be considered a real spiritual warrior.

And above warriors, there are five levels of "Hui, Chen, Star, Moon, Sun", each level is divided into nine stars.

Chu Hanxin is already at the peak of the six-star warrior, and is about to break through the seven-star warrior.

Obviously, my brother is also a spiritual warrior, but I don't know who has a higher cultivation base than Chu Hanxin.

"Hey...it's a pity that I can't practice!"

At this moment, Han Feng has seen the power of the spirit warrior with his own eyes, and he couldn't help but feel a little envy in his heart.

After all, in his previous life, Han Feng saw those martial arts masters in TV dramas, flying to the sky and fleeing the earth, punishing evil and promoting good, Han Feng still yearned very much in his heart.

But when Han Feng was standing outside the door and sighing softly, the young man in the courtyard suddenly turned his head, and cast his sharp eyes outside the door!

"Who, come out!"

Han Feng was startled by the young man's cold shout, he calmed down, he simply pushed open the wooden door and stepped into the grass in the side yard.

Looking at the young man head-on, the two young and handsome faces are [-]% similar, but they have completely different styles.

Because Han Feng was unable to practice since he was a child, he was spoiled and spoiled, with a slightly thin body and fair skin. He looks like a frail scholar.

But Han Lei is completely different. He has been practicing since he was a child. Although his outline is still a little immature, he has a strong physique and sharp eyes. He is almost the same size as his brother Han Feng. Just looking at his appearance, he is more like a brother.

After seeing clearly that it was Han Feng who came, Han Lei's eyes flashed with surprise, but he regained his composure immediately, and said in a low voice.

"What are you doing here?"

Although there were only a few simple words, Han Feng could feel Han Lei's indifference, even a trace of disgust.

If it was before, Han Feng would definitely be extremely unhappy with this attitude, but since he learned that the owner of his body has done everything to this family before.

He then understood why these people had such an attitude towards him.

Although it was not his fault, whoever made him transmigrate to this wicked guy, he must bear the blame.

Han Feng replied casually.

"I just came back to take a look. In the past six months... how are you doing?"

Han Lei sneered.

"Hehe...Of course it's not as nourishing as the days of Uncle Zhou's, but we are content. If you are not used to it, go back as soon as possible. This family is not suitable for you."

After all, it is a 15-year-old child. Although Han Lei's force is much stronger than Han Feng's, he is obviously not good at hiding his thoughts.

As soon as he opened his mouth, Han Feng felt a strong resentment. Obviously, Han Lei had a deep resentment for Han Feng's abandonment of his family and his marriage to Zhou's family.

Thinking of all this, Han Feng felt a little sympathetic to Han Lei. The actions of "this bastard" back then must have hurt this brother greatly.

Thinking of this, Han Feng thought that he would not leave the branch of the Han family in a short time now, but he could contribute to the family, so it should be regarded as making up for the fault of the original owner.

Immediately, Han Feng said: "This time I want to stay a little longer, and improve the plight of the branch by the way."

Hearing this, Han Lei was taken aback for a moment, but immediately laughed.

"Hehe...it's up to you to improve the plight of the branch...a trash with no cultivation, as long as you don't come to harm us, I'll burn my incense!"

Having said that, Han Lei stared at Han Feng with sharp and indifferent eyes.

"Han Feng, do you know how many people have been hurt because of your cowardice and willfulness.

Also, from the moment you stepped into the Zhou family's gate half a year ago, I, Han Lei... have no brother like you! "

After finishing speaking, Han Lei picked up the coat on the grass, casually put it on his shoulders, and walked past Han Feng. The two brothers didn't say a word.

Looking at Han Lei's leaving back, Han Feng froze in place for a moment, dazed...

Chapter 6 Does the chamber pot also have a spirit?

As night fell, Han Feng had already returned to his room, closed the door tightly, and went to bed early.

Lying on the somewhat hard bed, Han Feng couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

Recalling Chu Hanxin and Han Lei's attitude towards him today, instead of being annoyed, he felt a faint sense of self-blame and guilt.

He also didn't understand why he had such emotions. Perhaps although the owner of this body had passed away, some of his obsessions still remained in his body and affected Han Feng's mood.

After thinking for a long time on the bed, Han Feng finally decided that he must find a way to help the Han family branch.

After having this thought in his heart, Han Feng's restless heart really gradually calmed down.

But then came another question, how can I help the branch of the Han family? This world is respected by martial arts, and I don't even have the qualifications to practice, so how can I change the plight of a family?

With this kind of doubt in his heart, Han Feng thought about various methods in his mind, but he always felt that it would not work. Thinking of the middle of the night, Han Feng fell into a deep sleep before he knew it.

The moonlight hangs high, and the child's hour has come.

Han Feng, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly heard a seductive female voice in a haze.

"Han style, Han style..."

"Um……?"

Han Feng, who was sleeping, was gradually awakened by this distant call. In the dark night, he opened his sleepy eyes, and there was a faint blue light flickering in front of his eyes.

Han Feng narrowed his eyes, calmed down for a moment, and finally saw clearly what was in front of him.

It was a copper pot about nine inches high, with edges and corners on all sides, and countless fine patterns carved on the surface.

The moment Han Feng saw the copper pot clearly, his sleepy eyes suddenly widened, and he opened his mouth to exclaim!

"night……"

Before the word "pot" came out, Han Feng only felt dizzy in his head, and a strong sense of weightlessness hit him.

In an instant, this feeling disappeared, and he was already in a white world.

The feet are soft, as if stepping on the clouds, surrounded by white mist, and nothing can be seen.

Suddenly coming to such a strange place, Han Feng suddenly became a little nervous, walked around, but found that the surrounding seemed to be endless, and there was no one.

"This...what the hell is this place?" Han Feng wondered to himself.

Unexpectedly, as soon as his words fell, a seductive female voice came from his ears.

"This is the 'pot in the pot'!"

Han Feng was startled suddenly, and turned around to look around, but there was no one around.

Han Feng couldn't help but feel a little hairy, and he found that the voice just now was exactly the same as the voice calling him in his sleep.

Han Feng boldly asked, "You... who are you?"

"I am the Spirit of the Pot, you can call me the Immortal of the Pot!"

"The Immortal in the Pot!"

Han Feng was shocked at first, and then suddenly realized.

"You...you are the spirit of this chamber pot!"

"..."

The air fell into a moment of silence, and the owner of that voice did not respond for a long time.