Chapter 877 Han Yu’s Mood
Han Qing’er didn’t answer the woodcutter. Instead, she flew to Han Jue’s side and told him his background. “Father, should we avenge him? He’s too pitiful!” Han Qing’er said indignantly. She had never encountered such a calamity, so she didn’t dare to imagine what she would do if she faced such a situation.
Han Jue said, “Many people are suffering in the world. Do you want to help them one by one?”
Han Qing’er was stunned. She didn’t expect him to reject her.
Qingluan’er shook her head and said, “Qing’er, you’ve been protected too well by us since you were young. You’ve never seen the suffering of the mortal world. People like him are everywhere in the world. There are tens of thousands of mortal worlds below the Heavenly Dao.”
Han Qing’er was silent.
Han Jue looked at the woodcutter and said softly, “There are indeed cultivation techniques here. Let him find them. As long as he finds them, he will have a chance to seek revenge himself. Isn’t that what he’s looking forward to?”
Han Qing’er asked, “Where are the cultivation techniques?”
“Let him find it himself. He won’t give up if you tell him there’s one here. He’ll find it sooner or later.”
“Fine.”
Han Qing’er curled her lips and flew back to the woodcutter to inform him.
Qingluan’er sighed. “This girl is so innocent. How can we let her go out alone in the future?”
Daughters were different from sons. They always made parents more worried about safety.
Han Jue smiled. “That’s why I brought her here.”
Qingluan’er asked in surprise, “Could it be that you already know of this person’s existence?”
“Of course. Otherwise, why would I bring you here? Only I can reminisce upon the scenery. You can’t empathize.”
Han Jue shrugged. Hearing this, Qingluan’er looked worshipful.
“Could the legend of the immortals here be…”
“Yes, it’s the cultivation technique I left behind.”
Qingluan’er was even more surprised.
However, she calmed down when she thought of Han Jue’s cultivation.
In the forest.
as you’re willing to find it, you will definitely find it.
woodcutter hurriedly said, “How should
first. How is following
she had little experience,
a slave
not giving the other party
in front of her parents and smiled. “I’ve already
Jue nodded in satisfaction. He was very satisfied with Han Qing’er’s performance. She was not unreasonable and disobedient, nor was she kind-hearted and controlled by the
still have to be careful if you encounter such a thing in the future. How do you
said, “He shouldn’t be lying
and asked, “Father, what do
don’t think it’s important. I wouldn’t care if he was telling
curled her lips and
“What are you saying?”
“Nothing.”
and left for
smiled and
Qingluan’er and strolled around
on that
arrived outside the 33rd Heaven and
footsteps. He opened his eyes and hurriedly stood up and bowed when he saw
Yu said respectfully. He then glanced
dare to deduce, afraid
she saw him. Her gaze moved back and forth between Han
Qingluan’er was also stunned.
Han Tuo, Han Yu was more
They were too similar.
Qingluan’er. The other is
Yu so
Sages had to bow to
at him and smiled. “Too similar. I didn’t expect Tuo’er to have a descendant like you. I heard that you’ve already attained the Dao? You’ve really done
was extremely nervous and said, “It’s all thanks to Ancestor’s help. Otherwise, I wouldn’t
excitedly, “You’re
knew that something was wrong.
not answer immediately. He was a Sage, after all. After being around for so long, he could
because she didn’t
expression and couldn’t help but smile. “What Sage am I? I’m just cultivating here. In the Immortal
Han Qing’er was enlightened.
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