The sky was slightly bright, Han Che listened to his parents go out early to hoe the ground, and quietly got up, and washed his underwear in the yard like a thief, and didn't dare to hang it on the rope in the yard, just hung it in his own room, his parents generally don't come in, yesterday's dream, thinking about it makes people's faces red and their hearts beat faster. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The days of going home are idle, free, and the happiest, the farmland here, each family will not be particularly much, and the distribution is relatively concentrated, all on the riverbank, so it is also fast to clean up, and when the day comes, the sun is scorching, and it is not suitable to go out to work, so I get up in the morning and go to the field to be busy for a while, and I will come back when it is hot.

Idle and bored, is to mix with the dog Xiaohua all day long, play cards, brag, and be happy, and the dog has also been approved by the adults in the family, and he can also go out to work with Han Che, and his heart is even more happy.

A few days passed in a flash, and finally tomorrow was Sunday, and his sister was coming back, Han Che decided to take the opportunity to go to the town, in addition to the big task of bringing his sister back, he had some other small ideas in his heart. Because there is no computer at home, there is no Internet, and Han Che's mobile phone is not a smartphone, so he has no way to access the Internet in the village, he wants to go to the town Internet café to see, and look for information about the Han family on the Internet.

The things inside the pottery pillar, Han Che has studied it over and over again, rings, brushes, seals, scriptures, it can be said that nothing has been obtained, the only thing that may have information is the scriptures, but the words on it, Han Che does not know, and he is also sure that this word is definitely not any kind of Chinese character that has been widely circulated in history, so all information has come to an abrupt end, but Han Che's curiosity has become stronger and stronger, and he has become more and more interested in his family's history.

He didn't tell anyone about the coma that day, Tao Zhu's matter, and he also didn't tell anyone, some things will always be rotten in his heart, it's enough for one person to know, there is no need for more people to know. But after falling into a coma that day, Han Che could clearly feel that his state of concentration was different from before, and he didn't know what this meant.

So he wanted to go to the Internet to see, in today's era, the Internet is the distribution center of countless information, although he has not been on the Internet much, but this truth is still understood.

At about ten o'clock in the morning, Han Che arrived in the town, this town is not big, but today it is very lively, because there is a big market today, and many people from nearby villages have come, and the streets are not wide and noisy.

My sister doesn't get out of school until three o'clock in the afternoon, so Han Che has enough time to go online, although the street is very lively, and Han Che is so lively, but today this is not attractive to him at all, so he wants to go to the Internet café quickly, go to the Internet, and check things.

The Internet café is not big.,Maybe because of today's big set.,So there's a lot of people.,Han Che turned on the machine.,Find a remote corner and sit down.,High school,Han Che hasn't been to an Internet café.,So it's not unfamiliar with computers.。

The first thing I do on the Internet is to hang QQ.,My QQ number is still the same table to help apply.,Speaking of which, this number has a history of three years.,Because Han Che rarely goes on.,So he asked his table to go home every week.,So as not to be taken back by the penguin company.。

The last time I went online was a year ago, in the third year of high school, Han Che didn't have access to the Internet, in general, there was only one thing in his heart this year, that is, studying, for people in the village, reading is the easiest way to get started, and Han Che can't be left careless.

As soon as he got on QQ, he was stunned for a moment.,The original avatar is gone.,It's become a selfie of a pouting girl.,Coquettish look.,It's very cute.,There's still only one person in the friend list.,A person named Apple.,The avatar is the pattern that I liked very much that I used to change by myself.。

Look at the space again, except for the two irrelevant salty talks that Han Che sent in three years, the rest are photos, there are hundreds, all of them are photos from high school, some are Han Che's own, some are apples, and some are taken by two people with everyone.

Seeing this, Han Che sighed, Apple was his tablemate, the tablemate who had sat for three years, that is, the little blushing girl on the avatar, pouting and pretending to be stupid.

When she first came to high school, Han Che sat with Apple, Apple's real name is Song Zixuan, at that time, she still had a trace of baby fat on her face, a round little face, and she blushed at every turn, Han Che smiled and gave her this nickname, Red Apple, after it was too ripe, red was also omitted, it was called Apple, when she was happy, it was a sweet apple, and when she was unhappy, it was a stinky apple, and it was three years to sit.

Han Che shook his head and threw out the apple face in his head, the third year of high school has already graduated, and it is too late to talk about these things, it is better not to think about it, and it will only add to the troubles.

Open the browser, click on the Baidu web page, Han Che was frightened and typed the word Shenzong, and then clicked on the search~ A lot of things came out, but most of them were about a Yellow Emperor in history, and some were pages of novels.

He was a little puzzled, the geese have been gramophone and the people have left their names, shouldn't there be nothing? Thinking of this, he added the surname Han to the end, and he also found nothing, Han Che was a little annoyed, so he turned over and over and put in the little clues he knew, and then searched, but there was no fart.

In fact, Han Che didn't know much else, except for his surname, Tao Zhu, Shenzong, and the words on the seal, he almost didn't know anything else.

In the Internet café, Han Che leaned on the back of the chair and looked at the computer screen expressionlessly, suddenly he remembered something, and sat up straight, maybe he was in the wrong direction at the beginning? What does the Ancient Qi Refiner represent? Cultivating immortals!

Thinking of this, he seems to have discovered a new continent, and it is a Baidu on the webpage, but the result is that he overestimated Du Niang and found nothing~ At this moment, he suddenly noticed something, what he was looking at now was a post, and the person who posted it said that he had admired Qi refining and cultivating immortals for a long time, so he wanted to worship a master.

The following is nothing more than some old man looking at your bones surprised, worship the old man sitting down to make a boy and other water stickers, and some are simpler, what Yi Jin Jing buy one get one free as long as three hundred and so on to cheat money, but it is not these that attract cold eyes, but there is a person who replied: If you are sincere to the Tao, you can add this group, there are many masters in the group, whether you can apprentice depends on your fate, and a group number is attached to the back.

Han Che didn't have much hope in his heart at this time, he just wanted to play casually and consume time, but this sober statement made him a little interested, so he hesitated for a moment and then lost the number by the gods, and then made an application to join the group.

The name of this group is Huaxia Xiuzhen Group, the name is awesome, Han Che regretted a little that he had just applied, it was obviously fake, he didn't believe that cultivators would make a group out so grandly, secondly, in Han Che's heart, refining qi is refining qi, it is a way to exercise the body, it is possible to strengthen the body, what feathering ascending immortals soars in the daytime, it is all a dream! So as soon as he saw the words introduced in the group, such as cultivation and spells, he knew that this was a water group, a chatting group.

After a while, the administrator of this group passed Han Che's application, and Han Che officially became a member of the group, he watched the people in the group chatting, opened his mouth and closed his mouth to make friends, opened his mouth and closed his mouth to open the valley, he really couldn't cry or laugh, but after watching it for a long time, Han Che also found that the people in the group seemed to be fans of Xiuxian and Xiuzhen novels, so this group was originally a circle of people who made it to entertain themselves.

Han Che looked at his watch, it was already twelve o'clock, go out to eat some food, and then go shopping, soon he could pick up his sister at half past two, Han Che was ready to retire this group, and then go out to eat, suddenly he had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and remembered something, and then called up the notepad in the computer, typed a paragraph up, and sent it to the group, carefully remember the group number, and leave the group!

It's over, he laughed, just like the little monkey who succeeded in stealing peaches, proud, just now Han Che passed on a mantra, Han Che's grandfather passed on to Han Che when he was a child There are actually a lot of things, very miscellaneous, in addition to the Qi refining mantra that Han Che himself practiced, and the Tiger Fighting Dragon Elephant Fist that Han Che practiced himself is a family heirloom, and cannot be passed on, there are some other Qi refining, meditation formulas, boxing techniques, swordsmanship and the like, grandpa doesn't care, and what Han Che passed on just now is a mantra for meditation and spitting.

Han Che's idea is very simple, since you can't find it, then fish? How about letting people who really understand come to you?

But Han Che also decided, let this matter go first, what he wants to prepare now is to work part-time and go to college, instead of studying his family history, this thing is just a hobby in his spare time, not a business student.

Thinking of this, Han Che went to the bar to settle the account, and then walked outside, it was already half past twelve, and it was time to eat! That's all it takes to catch up with the big set, there are stalls on the street, some people sell things, of course, some people sell food, and things are cheap, Han Che casually found a stall, ordered a bowl of noodles and was about to eat, suddenly he was attracted by the conversation between the two people next to him.

The roadside stall was a long, low table, and the guests sat on small benches to eat, and next to Han Che sat a bearded uncle in his forties, and a young man in his twenties, who spoke first.

"Uncle, I heard that I'm going to sing again this year? Just a few days? In the past few years, singing every year? Is there any money in this town? ”

When the middle-aged man next to him heard about it, he snorted his nose and whispered, "It's not that the town wants to sing, it's no way!" ”

The young man was in high spirits and asked with great interest, "What do you mean, uncle?" What do you mean you can't help it? ”

The middle-aged man lowered his voice and said, "The town is haunted!" It's been a few years since then, and it's getting more and more powerful in the past few years, and then the official found someone to show it, that person raps the opera, sings every summer, and sings for at least three years! ”

The young man liked to hear this kind of thing, so the young man was even more interested, and asked, "And this thing, uncle, have you ever seen a ghost?" ”

The middle-aged man snorted and didn't speak, and began to eat noodles, the young man looked at himself and ignored himself, and began to eat noodles in a sneer, Han Che only noticed at this time that the noodles were already in front of him, so he thought about what happened just now, and ate the noodles cleanly with a sigh.

After eating, Han Che looked at his watch, it was just a little over a little over a little bit just now, and it would take at least half past two to pick up his sister, he thought of what the middle-aged uncle said just now, the stage has begun to be built in the past few days, and the stage is not far from the town middle school, go and see?

Han Che doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, so he is not afraid of these rumors, besides, under the blue sky and white sun, even if there are ghosts, can they still jump out? So he is now standing in the shade not far from the front of the stage, watching the busy figures of the people on the stage.

The stage has been around for a long time, and it's already a little dilapidated, so every time before singing, you have to clean up, get some decorations, set up some racks for hanging lights, sounds, etc., it is said that the play will start tomorrow, so today is also very busy, there are workers on the stage, there are people in the town, there are also people from the troupe, and there is even a person in costume, pointing there.

Han Che was happy to see this kind of excitement and thought it was very interesting, and besides, there was still time, so he bought a popsicle and squatted in the shade to watch the busy people on the stage.

There is a lamp to be hung at the front of the stage, not a bulb lamp, but a lamp on the stage, a lamp that can illuminate a circle of light, Han Che doesn't know what to call it, he just saw a few people raise the six lamps fixed on an iron rod, and then the man in costume stood on the edge of the stage and said something below, and suddenly he heard a sound from Kala, and a lamp above the man's head actually fell off!

"Be careful!" Many people around were looking at the stage, and many people on the stage also shouted at the same time: "Be careful! Han Che subconsciously stood up, but it was too late, only to hear a muffled sound, the man in the costume had his eyes wide open, his head was covered with blood, and he fell from the stage.

Han Che was shocked in his heart, this drama is dead! The lamp was a lump of iron, smashed from so high to his head, he looked dead at the curtain that had been drawn, hesitated for a moment, stomped his feet, took advantage of the chaos, and walked towards the back of the stage as if no one was around.

As soon as he walked to the back of the stage, he saw that a figure had already run towards the path on the mountain, and there was no one in the smoke, Han Che took off his shirt, and then covered his face, and chased him out like a masked thief! Because he saw it, the figure pointed at the lamp, and then the lamp fell!

Not far behind the stage is a hill, this mountain is lush, Han Che followed the dirt road just now, all the way up, maybe there are too many trees on the mountain, a cool feeling, a bit of deep taste.

Han Che regretted it a little, regretted that he shouldn't have chased it out recklessly, his skills can be relied on, after all, the punches of these years have not been fought in vain, but what if the other party has any guns or something? In a word, no matter how high the martial arts are, he is afraid of kitchen knives, Han Che is not afraid of kitchen knives on the other side, he is afraid of guns!

And at this time, Han Che had lost the traces of tracking, the footprints were gone, and the figure seemed to have suddenly disappeared here!

What to do? Go back, right? Han Che thought so in his heart, but the moment he turned around, he seemed to feel something, wondered for a second, and then turned around and walked towards the woods.