"I know." Han Yi sighed slightly and said, "But this is something we have to go through."

Ono glanced at Han Yi and nodded.

The three of them came to the side door again. Compared to the open main door, the side door was closed.

Han Yi walked up and knocked on the door.

After a while, there were only a few clicks. The door opened, but it was not completely opened. A middle-aged man in a gray cloth gown stood inside the door and looked at Han Yi.

Han Yi bowed and said, "Han Yi is going down the Fèng Fèng Fèng, and I have an urgent matter to ask for my uncle."

The middle-aged man glanced at Han Yi and said, "Wait here."

As he said that, he closed the door.

This is what you want

Before Han Yi came, he had already thought of it and didn't have much thought. Ono kept grabbing his head. He couldn't help but smile and gently reached out to pat his shoulder.

The three of them stood stupidly outside the door, and a stick of incense had passed without realizing it.

After a while, the door finally opened, but it only opened a gap. Han Yi hurried forward and the middle-aged man said, "Sorry, my master has a lot of business and is not convenient to see guests."

Han Yi glanced into the crack in the door and said, "Why don't you know if Mr. Changsun is here?"

"Young master is not at home. You have to find him and come back another day."

"Sorry, I'm disturbing."

Han Yi sighed deeply, then left with Xiong Di and Ono.

After returning to the Fèng Flying Tower, when Han Yi learned about the results of this trip, Liu E suddenly looked pale, but Han Yi still believed that I would solve all this.

Although Han Yi once created miracles with this sentence, miracles are miracles after all, and how can they happen all the time?

Originally, the Fèng Flying Tower was almost out of control, and its reputation and wealth were all rising. But at this moment, it poured cold water down, and its morale was greatly damaged.

That night, it was a long time since the third day passed, but a thin figure was seen wandering around the Fèng Flying Tower. After a circle, the thin figure fell in front of Han Yi's door again. Who was Ono, he knocked on the door slightly.

The door opened quickly, and Han Yi quietly walked out of the house, "How is it?"

Ono nodded.

The two quietly left the FEI Tower, walked around the back alley, and walked along the path next to the north city. They didn't know how many sewage puddles they stepped on. After walking for about half an hour, they came into a bamboo forest. They entered the bamboo forest again. They saw a small house behind the bamboo forest, and there was a faint candlelight in the hut.

Han Yi was overjoyed and hurried over.

"Who?"

But there were seven or eight sword-bearing guards standing around the hut.

“Fei Tower Han Yi.”

Han Yidao.

But when he saw the shadow inside the house, he suddenly nodded.

The guard immediately moved aside, but Ono was stopped by the guards. Han Yi said, "Ono, you can wait here for a while."

Ono nodded.

Han Yi came to the front of the house and knocked on the door lightly.

"Come in."

A very low voice came from the house.

Han Yi then opened the door and walked in. He saw that the furnishings in the house were very simple, just a short couch with a low table on it and a pot of hot tea on it. On the side of the couch was an old man in gray.

This old man is Changsun Wuji.

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