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- Han Jue stared at the old Taoist priest, with a faint smile on his face, and asked, "Who are you? Explain to me, what do you want?"
The old Taoist smiled and said: "If you are willing to invite the poor Taoist to have a meal, that would be even better. The poor Taoist travels the world, has the world in his heart, and has solved many people's doubts, even a king."
The adaptability of the human race is extremely strong. It has been less than 30,000 years since the end of the calamity, and the human race has inherited the rules of the heyday of the human race before the calamity, and even the human king has been established.
Looking at the prosperity and development of this city, Han Jue thought that he had traveled through time, and now is not the ancient time when the Dao of Heaven restarted.
Han Juexiao asked: "Then can you see through my thoughts?"
The old Taoist shook his head and said: "How can you see through the human heart, even gods are afraid of the human heart."
Han Jue was bored, so he became interested and said with a smile, "Then are you a fairy?"
"Idle clouds and wild cranes, a casual cultivator."
"Then do you know what is a higher existence than a fairy?"
"That is naturally a sage, a celestial being."
Han Jue began to chat with the old Taoist priest, and soon the food and wine were served, and the old Taoist priest began to gobble it up, as if he hadn't eaten in a few lifetimes.
Taiyi Jinxian is still so hungry, it's just pretending at first sight.
It is estimated that this guy wanted Han Jue to look down on him, and then he slapped him in the face.
What is this called?
Play pig eat tiger?
Han Jue thought it was funny, but he didn't point it out.
He wants to prove the Tao, but it is not something that the Taiyi Golden Immortal can point out, just treat it as an interesting episode.
An hour later.
The old Taoist stood up and said with a smile: "Your beauty is peerless, I don't know how many daughters you want to win. Maybe your confusion is the word for love. You have no complaints or regrets, and you will be open-minded in the end."
Watching him disappear at the stairs, Han Jue shook his head and laughed.
God stick!
Han Jue smiled, and as if thinking of something, he looked out the window and continued to think.
Perhaps, what he lacks is experience.
"Maybe I can live here and be a mortal for the rest of my life."
Han Jue thought silently.
After having an idea, Han Jue got up and walked out of the inn.
He first bought a courtyard in the city, and then added furniture and servants. He has lived in this city ever since, and his name is still Han Jue.
There is absolutely no one hundred thousand Han in the world, but there are also eight hundred.
Han Jue's name is not yet well-known in the fairy world, so he is not afraid of causing trouble at all.
Spring goes and autumn comes.
Han Jue stayed in the city for ten years.
This city is called Dongshou City, and it is one of the border cities of the human race. Occasionally, it will be attacked by ancient tribes and fierce beasts, so the formation method is relatively advanced.
Han Jue also completely integrated into Dongshou City and became familiar with his neighbors.
This day.
Dongshou was snowed heavily, and the whole city was dyed white.
Han Jue sat in the courtyard enjoying the snow, feeling the true meaning of heaven and earth.
The old slave who was sweeping the snow next to him shook his head, and said with emotion in his heart: "The Patriarch has started to lose his mind again, I don't know what he is missing."
Han Jue's servants are very good. In the eyes of the servants, Han Jue's biggest problem is that he can see the gods. Sometimes he can stand in the courtyard without moving for a day and a night, which is unimaginable.
At this time, a servant girl rushed in and said anxiously: "Patriarch, someone is lying in front of the gate, it seems to be dead!"
Dongshou City has strict laws and regulations, and killing people must pay for their lives. If they are mistaken for killing by them, they will be in big trouble.
Han Jue walked towards the gate immediately, he was pretending to be a mortal, so he didn't run away.
When he came to the gate of the mansion, he saw a dirty woman lying in the snow, surrounded by many people.
Han Jue walked over, quickly gave the woman a sigh of relief with his right hand, and dragged back her soul that was about to be separated.
The woman slowly opened her eyes. Although her face was dirty, her eyes were clear and bright.
Seeing her wake up, the people around couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Han Jue distributes food to the people every year. He is a good person in the eyes of the people, so naturally he doesn't want him to do such a thing.
"Girl, go home early, the snow is too heavy, be careful not to get lost."
Han Jue chuckled softly, then turned and walked into the gate.
The breath he sent was enough for the other party to live another fifty years, no different from ordinary people.
evening.
Han Jue came to the table to eat, and the maid standing beside said, "Master, the beggar girl is still outside the door, saying that you saved her, and she is willing to work for you."
Han Jue said calmly: "Let her in,?She just finds a job to do. "
The maid left
Five years later.
Dongshou ushered in a once-in-a-century animal horde, and the whole city was on alert. Han Jue stood in the courtyard and watched the beacon fire in all directions, silently lost in thought.
A woman in Tsing Yi suddenly came over. She had a pretty face, not absolutely beautiful, but she was eccentric and very pleasing.
"Patriarch, are you worried about the destruction of the city?" The woman in Tsing Yi asked with a smile, not worried at all.
She was the beggar girl five years ago, Qing Luaner, who was only seventeen years old at the time. After entering the Han family, this girl did not regard herself as a maid at all, and always loved to pester Han Jue, but she was indeed capable. They can do all the physical work in the village, and they are stronger than men.
Han Jue smiled and said, "Maybe so."
Qingluan'er curled her lips: "Yes, yes, yes, yes, no, you always like to be so ambiguous, people can't guess what you are thinking."
Han Jue smiled and ignored her.
After several months, Dongshou City still survived tenaciously, but the soldiers suffered heavy losses, and the king had to send monks to help in the battle.
The arrival of the monks set off a wave of practice in Dongshou City.
However, the human race is not an innate human race. Their blood is passed down from the previous human race, and their aptitude is good or bad.
Han Jue pretended not to practice spiritual roots, and continued to live his ordinary life.
Another ten years passed.
Han Jue got married.
The one who married was Qingluan'er. Apart from her interest in him, it was more of a matchmaking of servants, neighbors, and friends. From the perspective of ordinary people, he should also start a family and leave an heir.
A year later, Qingluan became pregnant and gave birth to a son named Han Tuo.
This was deliberately controlled by Han Jue, otherwise he would never leave blood.
He suppressed Han Tuo's spiritual root aptitude, making Han Tuo look no different from ordinary people, unless he met a quasi-sage to lift the blood seal for him.
Han Jue's plan is to treat him well for the rest of his life, wait for his reincarnation, and then take back his body.
After marrying a wife and having children, Han Jue has a deeper understanding and a deeper understanding of Tao.
There are three thousand roads, everywhere.
Human affairs, earth affairs, and heavenly affairs all have the laws of Tao.
Later, because Han Tuo longed for immortals who could fly in the sky since he was a child, he begged Qingluan'er to find an immortal teacher for him, and Qingluan'er looked for Han Jue again. In desperation, Han Jue could only rely on connections.
In the end, Han Tuo was identified as having no spiritual root qualifications, and he was hit hard.
Within a few days, he was alive and well again, and he was mysterious every day.
Han Jue noticed that this kid seemed to be practicing martial arts.
To be precise, it is body training!
Qing Luaner taught him.
Han Jue didn't care, and asked with all his heart.
A hill in the city.
Mother and son are in the woods.
Dressed dignifiedly, Qing Luan'er looked at the young Han Tuo, and warned, "Tuo'er, you must not spread the word about this method, nor let your father know about it, so as not to frighten him."
Han Tuo shook his fist and danced his legs while nodding.
At only nine years old, his movements are already very sharp.
Qingluan'er's eyes showed distress, and she thought in her heart: "If my son has spiritual roots and such willpower, he may not be able to become a fairy in the future, alas."
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