I have a magic pot

If you continue to practice, I'm afraid it will hurt your vitality, otherwise, people must have a good time. "

"I……"

Han Feng's eyes turned black again, this woman made it clear that she wanted to squeeze herself dry.

But after thinking about it, raising the Regret Mountain Fist to such a powerful level in one night is a great thing that could not have been wished for by someone else.

Han Feng's mind gradually became balanced, and he initially possessed the basic awareness of "recharge player".

……

After returning to the room from Huzhongjing, Han Feng felt the discomfort of being exhausted.

According to Xian'er, he practiced this night and consumed too much energy and blood in his body, and his skin, muscles, muscles and bones have reached their limit.

He needs a good rest.

Although his body is exhausted, Han Feng's mood is a little excited. He has a three-star martial arts cultivation base, and with the Mountain of Regret Fist, he can be considered a real martial artist!

Because he was tired, Han Feng asked Bing'er to bring breakfast to the room, and asked her to help boil some hot water.

Han Feng also followed Chu Hanxin's example and moved a big bathtub into the room, ready to enjoy some bathing.

After stripping off his clothes, Han Fengguang stepped into the bathtub and soaked his whole body in warm water. He felt extremely comfortable, and Han Feng hummed a little song comfortably.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, the door was suddenly pushed open, Han Feng was startled, and subconsciously covered the key parts with his hands.

Looking up, I saw little Lolita Binger, wearing the new dress I gave her yesterday, walking in with a water ladle and a towel in her hand.

"Bing... Bing'er, you... what are you doing here?"

Han Feng's nervous speech got a little knotted, but Bing'er said it with a natural face.

"Of course I'm here to serve the Patriarch to take a bath."

"what……?"

Han Feng paused when he heard the words, and then remembered that this society is similar to the ancient feudal society.

It is only natural for a maid to serve her master to take a bath, and what's more, even the master has to have someone to serve her when she "goes out of respect".

However, the essence of Han Feng is still a modern person, and he is a little virgin who has never even been to a bathing club.

How could he be ashamed to be naked in front of a girl, let alone a pretty underage loli.

"Hey... Bing... Bing'er, no need, I can wash it myself, you can go out."

Bing'er heard the words, but she didn't intend to go out, so she turned around and closed the door.

"Patriarch, you don't need to be so polite, you are not the third master, you have always bathed by yourself since you were a child.

Besides, didn't I take care of you when you took a bath before, and you don't know how to take a bath yourself. "

"I……"

Han Feng was speechless for a while, and he felt extremely contemptuous of his predecessor in his heart.

For such a big man, he can't even take a bath, and he needs a little girl to take care of him. He really has no shame and no morals!

Han Feng shrank his body shyly, thinking how to reject Bing'er in his heart.

Little Lolita had already walked to the bathtub without hesitation, scooped up a ladle of water skillfully, and poured it down Han Feng's neck.

"hiss……!"

Han Feng took a comfortable breath.

Immediately, a pair of white, tender and smooth hands began to knead on his shoulders, with neither light nor heavy force, smooth and moist, which made Han Feng almost groan uncomfortably.

But rationality still kept Han Feng calm, and he spoke with difficulty.

"Bing'er, don't..."

The water splashed, Bing'er couldn't hear it very clearly, so she couldn't help asking in Han Feng's ear, breathlessly.

"Patriarch, what's wrong with you, did I try too hard?"

As she spoke, her little hand slipped, and Binger gently rubbed Han Feng's chest to make him feel better.

"Oh... stop!"

Han Feng's whole body trembled, his mind was already on the verge of "fragmentation".

"Patriarch, what do you mean?"

Bing'er was a little anxious. As a maid, if she couldn't let the Patriarch enjoy the joy of bathing, she wouldn't be considered a qualified maid.

Han Feng took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and spoke completely.

"Bing'er, don't stop, continue..."

"Oh……!"

Chapter 40 What kind of man?

Enjoying in the room, a wonderful experience that he had never had in his previous life, Patriarch Han suppressed the guilt in his heart, under Binger's service, after getting dressed, he said solemnly to Binger.

"You girl, don't just barge in when I'm taking a bath, you know.

If it weren't for your patriarch, I am a pure-hearted gentleman, and I am an upright gentleman, you would have been 'eaten' by me long ago. "

Bing'er heard the words, but opened a pair of curious big eyes, and while fastening the front buttons of Han Feng's clothes, she raised her head and asked.

"Patriarch, how are you going to eat Bing'er?"

The beautiful elevation angle of 45 degrees, coupled with that pure and innocent expression, a pair of small hands are still pressing on Han Feng's chest.

At this moment, Bing'er has undoubtedly released all of Lolita's ultimate skills at this moment. If it is paired with a maid outfit, black silk or something...it will be even more wonderful.

Facing Bing'er's unintentional but inadvertent extreme teasing, Han Feng's little heart throbbed violently, and a hot stream in his abdomen exploded almost instantly.

However, Han Feng's current body is different from ordinary people. Even if he is distracted, some places are still as stable as Mount Tai.

At this moment, suddenly thinking that his stubborn illness has not healed, Bing'er's words instantly changed from teasing to "sarcasm", and Han Feng's body and mind could not help but be filled with frustration.

Even a little lolita is not afraid of himself, Han Feng, what kind of man are you?

At this moment, Han Feng is extremely looking forward to the day when he will step into the Nine Stars of Martial Apprentice and become a real martial artist.

At that time, he will be able to hold his head high and be a "real man" again!

……

In the few days since Han Feng came back from the county, he started to get busy again.

At night, he practiced with spirit stones, while improving his cultivation, he also recovered the energy, blood and physical strength that had been consumed.

In addition to the necessary rest during the day, he spends more time making perfumes in the backyard and thinking about the pre-sale plan before the opening of Anxiang Pavilion.

Zhao Weinan has also been here several times in the past few days. He has already found a shop in a good location in the county, rented it out and sold it directly, and started to decorate it.

With his identity as the young master of the Zhao family, these things naturally went very smoothly.

And this is Zhao Weinan's first time starting his own business, perhaps to prove himself in front of his father, or perhaps to save himself from two severe beatings.

Zhao Weinan is very motivated now, and he has to come to the Han family branch almost every day to report to Han Feng on the progress of the store's renovation.

According to what he said, in another seven or eight days, the decoration of the shop will be fully completed, and the Anxiang Pavilion will be able to open for business.

And Hanfeng is also rushing to make perfume these days. After rushing, there are more than 1000 bottles in stock in the warehouse.

And there are seven types of scents: 'Lily', 'Osmanthus', 'Rose', 'Orchid', 'Lavender', 'Lilac' and 'Begonia'.

In addition, the pre-sale plan prepared by Hanfeng has already filled several pages, and these plans must be completed before the store opens.

Everything is in full swing, and the only thing Han Feng is worried about at the moment is the "advertising" in the early stage.

With many successful business cases in his previous life, Han Feng knows that whether a product sells well depends on the quality of the product itself, and the early publicity of the product is really important.

Especially for perfume, an unprecedented "epoch-making commodity", advertising is even more important.

In Han Feng's mind, "Qin Qianxun", the third shareholder of Anxiang Pavilion, is an important part of the advertisement.

With the noble status of the other party, he must have met countless dignitaries in Bailong County. With her as one of the publicity centers, it is natural that the perfume can easily enter the upper class of Bailong County.

But after thinking about it, Han Feng still felt that the promotional efforts were a little too single, and it was difficult to "detonate" Bailong County as soon as the perfume was launched.

Seeing that the opening of Anxiang Pavilion is getting closer, Han Feng can only do his best to see the destiny.

When Han Feng was racking his brains on the matter of perfume in the Han Mansion, the Zhou Mansion sent someone to urge him to go home again, and the attitude of the visitor was quite unfriendly.

Especially after seeing Han Feng's appearance, those family servants looked fiercely, and they had the intention of rushing forward to tie Han Feng back to Zhou's house.

However, today's Han Feng would not be afraid of several servants of the Zhou family.

Originally, I wanted to send these people back with a few casual words, but I never thought that the servants didn't take Han Feng in their eyes at all, but they made insulting remarks and directly contradicted Han Feng, ordering him to go home immediately.

As a result, he naturally bumped into Patriarch Han, who was already in a bad mood due to his busy business.

With two big ears, Han Feng directly slapped the two most arrogant family members of the Zhou family unconscious, and told these people to go back and tell his father-in-law that when he was in a better mood, he would naturally go back.

Everyone was shocked by Han Feng's methods, and they didn't dare to do it again, they could only leave unwillingly.

It was another early morning, and it was only five days before the opening of the Anxiang Pavilion.

In the North House of the Han Mansion, in the room of the Han style.

Han Feng sat cross-legged on the bed, holding two dimly glowing spirit stones with both hands, inhaled slowly as if peeling cocoons, and exhaled long and long like a river rushing, as if he was filtering something...

About half an hour later, when the two spirit stones in his hand made a crisp sound of "click", the brilliance was completely dimmed.

Han Feng opened his mouth and let out a mouthful of turbid air, and when he opened his eyes, the eyes were full of light and radiant.

Standing up, Han Feng clenched his fists, feeling the abundant power in his body now, as well as the faintly sensed, exuberant blood power, he was extremely happy in his heart.

After these few days, his cultivation has finally successfully entered the four-star martial arts, and he has transitioned from tempering the skin of the muscles to the point of "strengthening the meridians".

Now he has faintly reached the peak of the four-star warrior, and is about to break through the five-star realm.

In addition, under Xian'er's persuasion and "temptation", Han Feng entered the realm of the pot again, and practiced the martial skill "White Rainbow Step" once again.

However, Han Feng and Xian'er had something to say beforehand, this time for cultivation, he only needs to reach the first level of "Initial Peeping Realm", otherwise the spirit stone will not be able to resist at all.

Even so, the practice of these days, coupled with the introduction of Baihong's pace.

Today, Han Feng has exhausted all the remaining seven spirit stones, and became a pauper again.

As for the spirit stone that Chu Hanxin gave him, Han Feng refused to use it.

Thinking of Chu Hanxin, Han Feng couldn't help frowning.

During this period of time, the two of them didn't meet many times. Every time they met, Han Feng wanted to say a few more words to her.

But Chu Hanxin would always find a reason to leave after saying a few words.

Han Feng faintly felt that she was deliberately avoiding him, which naturally made Han Feng, who had almost zero emotional experience, very confused.

"A woman's heart, a sea needle!"

Sighing, Han Feng pushed the door and walked out. As soon as he walked out of the room, he saw a familiar figure running hurriedly outside the courtyard door.

That unique "囧brows and small eyes" is so ugly, who is it not Zhao Weinan?

Han Feng looked at the sky and couldn't help laughing.

"Brother Zhao, why did you come so early today?"

Who knows, Zhao Weinan didn't talk to him, he rushed forward and pulled Han Feng away.

"Um……?"

Han Feng was taken aback.

"Brother Zhao, what are you doing?"

Zhao Weinan was sweating profusely after running, out of breath, and pulled Han Fengdao.

"Han...Brother Han, quickly...follow me to the county town, something...is going to happen!"

When Han Feng heard this, he was startled, and grabbed Zhao Weinan with his backhand, making him stagger.

Han Feng asked intently.

"What happened, is there something wrong with the store?"

Now that Han Feng is poor and white, his greatest hope is the Anxiang Pavilion. Seeing Zhao Weinan's anxious appearance, Han Feng's first thought was naturally to think of this place.