Time has passed little by little, and the four seasons have been reincarnated in spring, summer, autumn and winter, and four years have passed. For four whole years, Han Ming had been sleeping, digesting the Yin and Yang Dao system that Dongfang Ran had passed on to him.

There were also some fierce beasts around inexplicably, including a black dragon, which was about three meters long and covered in transparent color. It's just that this black dragon has been guarding Han Ming's side all the time, and it doesn't move. Some of the fierce beasts around them didn't dare to get within ten feet of Han Ming because of this black dragon.

Slowly, Han Ming seemed to have some movement. First the fingers moved slightly, and then the eyebrows also twitched slightly. Finally, he slowly opened his eyes, and at this time, Han Ming's eyes had a completely different color.

Han Ming's eyes were full of essence, like a great supernatural person. The eyes are black and white, without any other impurities, although the body is still the same as before, there are not too many changes, but the overall temperament has climbed a lot.

Han Ming, who had just opened his eyes, felt that his breathing was so smooth, looking at the sky was the sky, and the earth was the earth. It's just that this realm is not the original realm, but a realm that can see the heavens and the earth thoroughly.

It's just that the current Han Ming can't comprehend this realm well, and he only feels the four realms in a trance.

The first realm: to see the sky is the sky, and to see the earth is the earth.

The second realm: to see the sky is the earth, and to see the earth is the sky.

The third realm: the sky is not the sky, and the earth is not the earth.

The fourth realm: to see the sky is the sky, and to see the earth is the earth.

This fourth realm is what cultivators often call a return to the basics. The current Han Ming gives people a mysterious and profound feeling. However, his cultivation had only reached the late stage of the Qi Gathering Period, and he was still one step away from building a foundation.

But don't underestimate this step, it is this step that discourages many cultivators.

It took Han Ming a long time to straighten out the realm on his body, looking at the black dragon soul beside him, he had a familiar feeling in his heart. This black dragon soul was transformed by that dragon tendon, and that dragon tendon was integrated into Han Ming's body, becoming Han Ming's only magic weapon now. As for what grade it was, Han Ming didn't know.

Seeing that Han Ming had woken up, this black dragon soul kindly drilled into Han Ming's side, rubbing the small dragon head on Han Ming's arm. It looks like it's playing.

"What a cute little black dragon, you don't have a name anyway, seeing that you are so dark, let's call you little black!" Han Ming happily touched the forehead of the black dragon soul, and after thinking for a while, he gave the black dragon soul a name.

As if he could understand what Han Ming said, Xiao Hei flew around Han Ming even more excitedly, and let out a few joyful dragon groans from time to time, making the fierce beasts next to him lie on the ground, not daring to move.

The surrounding scenery is still the same as it was four years ago, but things are different. Han Ming's first master left Han Ming with a great opportunity and disappeared into heaven and earth, and Han Ming also had an extraordinary future.

Facing the direction in which Dongfang Ran was standing, Han Ming knelt down and kowtowed there three times, and said loudly: "Master, thank you for the master for passing on the Taoist system to the apprentice." In the future, no matter whether the apprentice is alive or dead, high or bottom, you will always be my master. The apprentice is gone!" With that, Han Ming stood up, and the first thing he thought about was his mother.

"A few years have passed in the blink of an eye, I don't know what happened to my mother, hey!" Han Ming thought of his mother, feeling sad and guilty in his heart.

"Xiao Hei, can you take me out of this cliff?" Han Ming turned his head and asked Xiao Hei expectantly.

Xiao Hei heard it, and the black dragon tendons instantly flew out of Han Ming's body. And Xiao Hei also got into the black dragon tendons, dragging Han Ming and slowly flying to the edge of the cliff. Just when Han Ming was sighing at the magic of the black dragon tendons, a childish voice appeared from Han Ming's divine sense.

"Boss, guess who I am?"

"Xiao Hei, are you Xiao Hei?" Han Ming's first feeling when he heard this voice was Xiao Hei.

"Boss, you're so smart, I thought you'd have to guess for a while!" Xiao Hei appeared in Han Ming's consciousness again with a childish and funny voice.

"How can you speak in my consciousness, why do you call me boss?"

"This dragon tendon is already your magic weapon, and if it is fused with your body, I will naturally be able to talk to you. Grandpa Dongfang said let me follow you in the future, eat fragrant and drink spicy food, I will naturally call you boss!"

Hearing this answer, Han Ming sweated violently in his heart. It turned out that this little black dragon was also tricked by the master to give him! But Han Ming felt that he was now abducting and selling a child.

"Boss, you can't treat me badly in the future. Also, if you have time, you can use your divine sense to observe this dragon tendon, and you can find a way to manipulate it, so that I don't have to bother to take you to fly, and I still have to sleep in the black dragon tendon!" Xiao Hei was very unhappy that Han Ming couldn't use the dragon tendon, thinking that when Dongfang Ran used the black dragon tendon, Xiao Hei slept in it every day.

Han Ming was speechless for a while, and then asked again, "Are you a soul or a divine sense, why is your body transparent?"

"Boss, you're so stupid! I'm the Black Dragon Soul, when I was just born, I was shattered by a group of hateful monks, if it wasn't for Grandpa Dongfang who saved me, now I should be the instrument spirit of that group of monks. Later, Grandpa Dongfang found me this dragon tendon and asked me to recuperate in it, and in another hundred years, I can have my dragon body again!"

The dragon tendon was flying very slowly, and it had not yet reached the cliff at this time. When Han Ming heard Xiao Hei's answer, he also said with some emotion: "Master is really a good person~~!, you will follow me in the future, and I will take care of you in the future!"

"Well, boss, you're so nice! I eat fifty tigers a day, preferably one of those monsters. If I can get some dragon meat, my body will recover faster, and the other little beasts will also have some of it, and I will get tired of eating one if I keep eating it. I'll eat a thousand demon beasts a day!"

••••••••••• Han Ming only then knew what the price he had to pay for saying these words was that he kept catching those demon beasts day and night to feed this greedy little black dragon.

In the happy conversation of one person and one dragon, time flies, and at this moment it finally reaches the cliff.

Along the way, Han Ming also knew a lot of things, such as this Dongfang Ran and this Xiao Hei were both monks in ancient times. Dongfang Ran was the leader of that period, and this dragon tendon cannot be counted in the ranks of magic weapons. It can be used as a medicine, refined into a magic weapon, and other things.

When Han Ming saw this familiar scenery again, there was a blank look in his eyes. And the first thing Han Ming did at this time was to hurry back to his home and see his old mother.

As soon as he arrived at the door, Han Ming saw that the old mother in the yard had completely gray hair, and was affectionately hugging a little girl and telling her stories.

After a while, a middle-aged man and a woman returned home with a hoe and a shovel. Han Ming fixed his eyes and saw that the middle-aged man turned out to be himself, but because of his age, the man's complexion was a little mature.

And now Han Ming has not changed his appearance in four years because of the inheritance of the Dao system and the absorption of the pond water.

Just when Han Ming was surprised and surprised, the old beggar from four years ago suddenly appeared next to Han Ming and said excitedly; "I knew, I knew, you weren't dead, you weren't dead, haha!"

Han Ming turned around and saw that this old man was the old man who told him the whereabouts of the ginseng four years ago. Now that he appeared here again, Han Ming could only ask indifferently: "What the hell is going on with all this?"

"Hey, I'll tell you the truth, I put that ginseng there. I originally wanted you to accept you as an apprentice on the way back, and that ginseng would be a gift for you. How would I know that you were plotted by the two rabbit cubs of the Sword Sect, you were already missing when I went, and those two rabbit cubs hid in the Sword Sect, I can't help it, old man!"

Hearing this, Han Ming pondered for a while. After thinking about it, I was sure that what the old man said was true. His face also improved a lot, and he continued to ask, "What about then? Who is this man who looks like me?"

The old man smiled bitterly: "Similar to you? That's you." Later, I used the innate gossip to calculate that you are not dead, and you have a chance, so I am waiting for you at your house, and I know that you will come back. At that time, I cured your mother's illness, but she was depressed and depressed when she missed her son all day. So lay down this illusion, the illusion of mother-loving and filial piety!"

Seeing the scene in front of him, he heard the old man's words again. Han Ming's heart was like a five-flavor bottle upside down, and he couldn't speak for a long time. After a while, in a calm mood, he bowed to the old man: "Thank you!"

Just a word of thank you, but it contains Han Ming's heartfelt gratitude and gratitude. After that, Han Ming was going to walk back, go to the house, and call his mother again.

At this time, the old man grabbed Han Ming's arm, sighed and said, "Don't go back, cut off the fate of the earth! You know better than anyone else the road you want to take, why should you covet the family affection at this time? What's more, if you go back, will you be safe by your mother's side?"

After a while, the old man saw that Han Ming was silent again, and his eyes also looked at Han Ming's mother's residence, and said with emotion: "This is a dream for your mother, a beautiful dream. Just let this dream go on, don't bother! you can't change anything!"

Shocked, the old man's last words were a shock to Han Ming.

"Yes! Life is like a dream, isn't my mother living happily now? I shouldn't bother anymore, I can't change anything, just give my mother a good old age!" After an epiphany, Han Ming bowed to the old man, and was speechless for a long time.

An hour passed, and Han Ming stood still looking at his mother. Looking at his mother's love for his granddaughter, looking at his own love for his mother in the fantasy world, and watching the scene of the family loving each other, Han Ming smiled and was relieved.

Turning his head, Han Ming closed his eyes and said to the old man, "I'm leaving, you're right." I really shouldn't have broken such a dream now!"

Han Ming was just about to leave, the old man looked at Han Ming's back and smiled with relief: "If you figure it out, go to Tiangangmen in the east to find me." My name is Master Lingwu!"

"Good. When I settle another matter on my mind, I will definitely go looking for you!" Han Ming's figure had disappeared from sight, but his voice came slowly.

And Han Ming's mother, Han Ling'er, was telling a story to her granddaughter, but she seemed to hear a voice, which was very small, and she only heard it by feeling.

For a long time, Han Ming's mother, Han Ling'er, thought about it for a long time.