Feng Wuhen has woken up for three days.

In recent days, I have been inquiring and indirectly, even if I don’t want to believe it, I have to believe that I have come to another world.

The battle that day is vivid in my mind.

Feng Wuhen clearly remembered that when he issued a sword that was enough to kill King Wan Peng to take his life, a mysterious force suddenly appeared between heaven and earth. In the end, not only failed to kill King Wan Peng, but came to this strange world.

What kind of world is this? Why did I come to this world?

Feng Wuhen has always been good at thinking and is extremely smart. At this moment, a strange thought flashed through his mind.

"If the world I was in before was the world of the novel meteor butterfly sword, then is the strange world I am in now also the world of novels? If this is really a world of novels, then how did I come to this world? What kind of world is the first world I am in?" Many thoughts flashed quickly in my mind like a tide.

It has to be admitted that Feng Wuhen is indeed an extremely smart person. Although he lacks memory of his previous life, he is almost approaching the truth after deduction. However, Feng Wuhen is destined to find it difficult to get the truth. Even if he restores his previous life's memory, it is difficult to get the truth.

What's more, in this world, Feng Wuhen is absolutely impossible to get any permission from this world. This is not the mysterious and indescribable extraordinary power contained in Feng Wuhen's body. It is the result of the natural operation of the laws of heaven and earth in this world.

"The heaven and earth are not kind, and treat all things as straw dogs!" This sentence is used to explain the laws of heaven and earth, or the way of heaven is the best: because there is no benevolence and righteousness in heaven, treating all things equally. Once things beyond what he thinks are equal, then they either erase or seal.

This is exactly what Feng Wuhen’s memory is.

In other words, as long as memory does not have any impression of this world, the laws of heaven and earth will naturally not pay attention to Feng Wuhen's memory. Just like the previous world, when the so-called memory has no impression of the previous world, the novel "Meteor Butterfly Sword" will naturally appear in Feng Wuhen's mind.

This is a very simple truth, but the simpler the truth is, the more complex it is, the harder it is to understand. The simplest way is, that's exactly what it is.

After adjusting his breathing cross-legged for a while, with a bang, the door of the house was closed inward, and Shangguan Danfeng, with a smile on his face, walked in. Feng Wuhen had a great concentration. Although what he saw and heard in front of him was incredible, he still calmed down very quickly and accepted reality.

Looking up at the woman who saved her life, Feng Wuhen asked kindly, "Miss Shangguan, is there anything wrong?"

Shangguan Danfeng is usually calm and his every move is quite in line with understanding. It is indeed rare to act impulsively, and obviously something extraordinary has happened.

Shangguan Danfeng Yanran smiled and said, "My father is back, he wants to see you."

Shangguan Danfeng led Feng Wuhen to the entrance of the study room and stopped and walked: "Father is inside."

Feng Wuhen nodded and did not ask Shangguan Danfeng why he didn't go in. He never asked about meaningless things.

“Cruff!”

When Feng Wuhen opened the door, he saw Shangguan Danfeng's father.

Although Shangguan Danfeng is in her prime and youthful and energetic, she looks only about twenty years old, Shangguan Danfeng's father is already in his twilight years and is a man who looks at least in his early fifties.

He was wearing a Confucian robe with a slight temperament on his head. Although Feng Wuhen walked in, he did not raise his head.

At this time, he was writing in front of the wooden table, and it seemed that his whole person, including his soul, was swimming in the ocean of calligraphy.

There was no accumulation on the table, and with Feng Wuhen's eyesight, it was easy to see his works. Just a brief look, Feng Wuhen understood that he was copying the preface to the Lanting Collection of Calligraphy Wang Xizhi.

Feng Wuhen stood about eight feet in front of the wooden table, not disturbing the old man who was immersed in calligraphy.

I don’t know how long it took, but the old man who had copied the "Preface to the Lanting Collection" stopped writing, but stared at the ink traces that had not yet dried on the rice paper for a long time, and sighed: “It’s still a little short of time. I really don’t know if I can reach the extraordinary and unconventional state of the saint of calligraphy in my lifetime.”

Feng Wuhen was a little moved. Feng Wuhen didn't know much about the way of calligraphy, but he also understood that the scholar Wang Xizhi was a peak that was hard to overcome by all famous calligraphers. The old man actually thought that he could get the level of calligraphy of Wang Xizhi. It is conceivable how profound this person's calligraphy attainment was.

The old man looked a little sad, but he was optimistic by nature and immediately laughed again. At this time, he finally noticed Feng Wuhen and looked at Feng Wuhen.

Feng Wuhen bowed slightly, calmly looking at the old man.

Four eyes are opposite.

Feng Wuhen discovered that the old man not only had extraordinary calligraphy attainments, but also seemed to have certain attainments in martial arts. Otherwise, his eyes would not have been so bright.

The splendor in the old man's eyes flashed, but Feng Wuhen still did it.

Feng Wuhen quickly staggered his eyes, bowed and bowed, and said, "Boy Feng Wuhen, thank you for helping you."

The old man silently recited Feng Wuhen's name twice, knowing nothing, and smiled and said, "Young Master Feng, don't be polite. It's not me who helped me, but my little girl, so I don't have to thank you." After a moment of pause, the old man said, "I dare to ask Mr. Feng why he wanted to appear here, but who was chased by him?"

Feng Wuhen smiled and said, "It's not something that someone is hunting, it's just a coincidence. The boy dares not forget the kindness of his senior, no matter what his senior does, he will never refuse as long as he can do it."

The old man had a good impression of Feng Wuhen. Although he didn't see much, he still had eyesight, and he could not tell at all or could not hear any dishonest intentions of Feng Wuhen.

The thought changed in his mind, and the old man asked with a smile: "Do you dare to ask Mr. Feng, is there any urgent matter?"

Feng Wuhen was a little surprised and shook his head and said, "No."

The old man said, "Since that is the case, please ask Mr. Feng to rest for a few days and guide the little girl in some martial arts affairs, even if it is to repay the kindness."

Feng Wuhen nodded, and the two sat down and talked for a while.

When leaving the study, Feng Wuhen also asked questions and answered questions. Feng Wuhen also said something that he could not say bluntly. The conversation was quite pleasant.

Through this conversation, Feng Wuhen also noticed one thing: Although this old man Shangguan admired him quite well, he was also very cautious. Moreover, according to observation, the so-called alertness did not come from other things, but that the old man Shangguan himself hid secrets that he could never know.

Old Man Shangguan begged him to teach Shangguan Danfeng his martial arts skills, but in fact he should be to investigate his background.

Feng Wuhen was calm and did not get angry. This matter seemed to be a normal thing to Feng Wuhen. If Mr. Shangguan believed in him completely, Feng Wuhen would feel strange.

Since he agreed to give guidance to Shangguan Danfeng's martial arts, Feng Wuhen would naturally not neglect. He planned to stay for a few days before leaving.

But many things cannot keep up with changes. In the middle, the arrival of one thing completely changed Feng Wuhen’s plan.
Chapter completed!