Han Feng slept for a long time when he was drunk.

One or two days... He always lay on the bed, snoring from time to time, with a silly smile on his face, and he didn't know what dream he was having, and he looked very happy.

If it weren't for his rosy face and his spirits were not bad, Pan Long would have been so anxious that he would have jumped.

"Why did you get drunk for so long after drinking this gourd wine?"

"Can the so-called 'ten-year life extension' actually sleeping for ten years in one breath?"

He was a little worried and couldn't help but talk to himself.

According to legend in another world, there is an immortal named Chen Tuan, who is a sleeping expert. He is known to have a big sleep of three thousand and eight hundred naps, and he slept at every turn for several months, years or even longer. With this method similar to hibernation, this god lived for many years, from the Tang Dynasty to the Song Dynasty, and really lived for a long time.

If Han Feng had slept like this for ten years...

"Will you get bedsores?"

When he slept until the fifth day, Pan Long couldn't help but ask his friend to get hot water and wipe the kid. Han Feng slept like a dead pig. When he wiped his body with a hot towel, he was still snoring!

The guy was also stunned and asked, "What disease did this young man... do he have?"

"God knows." Pan Long asked back, "What do you think?"

"When the villain saw that his face was rosy and his body was full of alcohol, wasn't he drunk?"

"It's almost the same."

"Then... why do you get drunk for so long?"

Pan Long rolled his eyes: "If I knew why, I would have thought of a solution!"

"Do you want to find a doctor?" the guy asked.

"Do you know a doctor who can cure this?"

The guy thought about it and shook his head.

"Forget it, the young master's situation is stable. It's just sleeping... let him sleep."

So Han Feng continued to sleep.

When he woke up, it was just night, and he saw an oil lamp lit on the table. Pan Long sat listlessly next to him, dozing off.

"Ah, Brother Long, are you drunk too?" he asked subconsciously.

Pan Long was shocked and jumped up.

"You finally woke up!"

"Ah? Have I slept for a long time?"

"It's not long...it's exactly ten days." Pan Long sighed, "Today is exactly New Year's Eve. If you don't wake up today, you can be considered a year's sleep."

Han Feng was shocked and jumped up: "I've been sleeping for ten days?"

"Yes. Fortunately, I haven't slept for ten years."

“…Why do you think I have to sleep for ten years?”

"It's ten years to prolong life. Isn't it a ten years to prolong life?"

Han Feng opened his mouth wide and was stunned.

After a long time, he smiled and said, "Fortunately, I only slept for ten days! If I really slept for ten years, when I woke up, wouldn't my nephew be older than me..."

His eldest brother Han Shan was married a few years ago and had a five-year-old son. Han Feng himself was only fifteen years old and his birthday was still young. If he had really slept for ten years, his nephew would have been older than him.

Fortunately, he only slept for ten days.

The Sushou Ling Wine of the God of Lushan Mountain is probably a one-year increase in life if you get drunk for one day.

When he woke up, Han Feng hadn't eaten or drunk for ten days, but he was not hungry or thirsty at all. The next morning, under the surprise gaze of his friend, he dragged Pan Long out shopping as if nothing had happened.

"I have already visited Wugong Town." Pan Long said helplessly, "I even know that from the west gate to the east gate, it is 1,046 steps; from the south gate to the north gate, it is 1,233 steps. I have entered every shop in this city, and I have seen every ancient tree... Really, there is nothing to see!"

"Brother Long, you still have a few steps? It's so boring."

Pan Long sighed and shook his head speechlessly.

But Han Feng is worthy of being a tourist expert and has found a new attraction. Starting this afternoon, people in Wugong Town will light bonfires in the small square in the center of the town. The bonfires will burn until tomorrow morning, which means that next year's days will be as prosperous as well.

"What's the best thing about the bonfire?" Pan Long asked.

"Someone will sing operas later."

Pan Long couldn't understand why Han Feng was so excited - is the opera interesting? This kid refused to even read books, so why was he interested in opera?

But since Han Feng wants to watch the show, he just wants to watch the show with him.

The opera that I sing today is "The Legend of the Sword". The author is Wen Chaogong, a famous ancient dramatist. The era is probably in the early days of the establishment of the Daxia Dynasty. This dramatist has written many popular works, and his creative ability is really outstanding. Some people have counted that there are more than 40 dramas that are certainly created by him, which can be called works.

"The Legend of the Sky Sword" is one of his most famous works, and it is also a series. The first part is "Nine-Level Tower", the second part is "Fairy Village", the third part is "Arrow of Life and Death", the fourth part is "Sword Decision", and the fifth part is "Kunlun Dream"... The story plot makes Pan Long feel inexplicably familiar, and he always feels that he has seen it somewhere.

This situation is not the first time. I watched people sing operas in Dingfeng Town, and sang the Three Biography of the Swordsman ("Jinghong Dao", "Talking and Laughing Dao", "Lonely Dao"), and the Four Records of Immortals ("Tianhe Record", "Shadowing Mountain Record", "Sifan Record", and "Yellow Robe Record"), which was also written by Wen Chaogong. The familiarity was even stronger, so strong that he doubted whether this was his fellow villager.

But whether it is his fellow villager or not, Mr. Wen has been dead for many years, so it has nothing to do with him.

Unless this old man can die and die, as long as future generations remember him and sing his poems, he may be resurrected from the dead. Otherwise, even if he left a will, it would be impossible to inherit the inheritance to himself.

According to the law of the Daxia Dynasty, whether it is a will or a contract, the validity period can only be maintained until fifty years after the death of the parties. This literary legend has been dead for more than twenty or fifty years...

From 3pm to 8pm, the troupe sang one after another, but in the end it was all over.

It’s getting late, and the opera troupe has to rest and prepare for the New Year.

Not only is the opera troupe going to celebrate the New Year, but everyone is going to celebrate the New Year.

"The last part was very good!" Han Feng said happily on the way back to the inn, "It was much better than the opera troupe that went to Dingfeng Town to sing!"

He danced and drew his sword from time to time, waved it with a sword a few times, imitating the movements of the characters in the play: "A few words can make people feel the atmosphere in the story. After listening for a long time, he even felt like he had been in the play... It's so great!"

Pan Long nodded with a smile, he had a similar feeling just now.

But he knew that it was not that the performance level was high, but that the performer's mental strength was different from that of ordinary people. When he was fully focused on the performance, his will was emitted and infected ordinary people around him.

With such strong spiritual will, one must be extraordinary. One is either a master of practicing Qimen martial arts or a skilled person.

(This opera troupe is really hidden. I didn’t expect that a troupe in Yongzhou that looks ordinary is hidden in such a master!)

He sighed all the way back to the inn, had a midnight snack, washed his face and feet, was about to go to bed, but suddenly he felt that the night outside the window was extremely cool. When he looked out, he saw that the night sky was clear and the stars were not even flashing, as bright as if within reach.

(Huh?!)

He was stunned, and suddenly he had some inspiration and looked towards the troupe, but he saw a faint breath circling above the troupe's station. The breath was neither a dragon nor a snake, and his wings were stretched, and there was a faint image of a literary bird.

(Can I really guessed it right? There are really artisans in their opera troupe. Are they practicing?)

(Or, is there a bird demon hidden in this troupe, who is sucking and spitting out spiritual energy?)

He thought about it for a while and then put it aside.

The breath is righteous but not evil, and has a calm and warm smell. It is obviously not a harmful person, so there is no need to meddle in other people's business.

After sleeping for a while, he was awakened by the sound of firecrackers coming from the window.

When I opened the window, I saw bonfires and firecrackers everywhere. Even at the entrance of the inn, the boss lit the bonfire and put the bamboo poles in, burning them all.

"It's New Year!"

An sigh came from the window next door, but Han Feng was also awakened and was sighing: "It's another year, I'm sixteen years old."

"Congratulations on growing one year older."

"Brother Long, I always feel something is wrong with your statement."

"What should I say?"

Han Feng thought for a while and shook his head: "I don't know, it's just something is wrong."

He didn't talk about this topic again and asked: "Brother Long, do you think Lao Li... has arrived home?"

"It should be home smoothly."

"It's great to be able to go home during the Chinese New Year!"

"Yes, he has been out for a few years and finally was able to go home with some money and gifts, which is a good result."

"When will we go back to Dingfeng Town?"

Pan Long smiled: "Did you miss home?"

Han Feng's smile was a little shy: "Well, I miss homesick."

"Yizhou is very far away." Pan Long sighed lightly, "In Yizhou, it is probably the season when spring is blooming. Then, if you delay something, you may not have time to cross Guimen Mountain before the heavy snow covers the mountain... No matter how you calculate, you will probably have to wait until the next year before you can go home for the New Year."

Han Feng also sighed softly: "It's only been two years at once, and it's really not easy to go around the world!"

"Yes, why would everyone say 'there's a long way'?"

The two were silent for a while, and Han Feng said, "When we have been to Yizhou, we will go to Yangzhou to have a look."

"Ah? Don't you want to go home?"

"From Yizhou, pass Jingzhou, and go to Yangzhou... and then go north, go to Qingzhou, and then to Zhongzhou, and finally turn from Jizhou to the north." Han Feng looked at the stars in the sky and said quietly, "I should have performed the ceremony when I go home after this round. At that time, I will marry a wife and have a few children. I will spend the rest of my life writing books and remember all my experiences along the way..."

He said, silenced and laughed: "Brother Long, I'm planning on these things now. Isn't it a little too early?"

"What's wrong with planning your life early?" Pan Long asked back.

"Yes, there's nothing wrong with it..." Han Feng nodded and asked again, "Where are you, Brother Long?"

"I... After I send you back to the North, I will probably continue to explore the world. When will I cultivate to be innate and when will I go home?" Pan Long said, "My grandfather is a congenital master, so is my father. My mother may also break through to the innate. If I can't break through to the innate before going back, I always feel that I am inferior at home."

Han Feng laughed: "Then your son will be much smaller than my son! Then the brothers will be the other way around."

"Is there anything wrong with that?"

"Yes, nothing wrong with that."

That night, the two of them did not sleep anymore, but looked at the bonfires of every household outside the window, listened to the sound of firecrackers, and chatted until dawn under the stars.
Chapter completed!