Walking on the street, Han Lie's phone rang suddenly, and when he took it out, he saw that it was his mother, and answered: "Son, you go to the guard room of the community to get the package, and send it from your hometown." ”

Casually looking at the surrounding street scene, Han Lie was a little careless: "Oh, what kind of package is it?" ”

Han's mother's tone was always urgent: "Your grandfather's relics, and some old things that were cleaned up in the old house, be careful when you carry them upstairs, don't break them." ”

Han Lie had no choice but to nod: "I know, how are you playing with your father?" When will you be back? ”

The answer on the phone was accompanied by the sound of the sea breeze and waves: "It's soon, okay, let's do it first, I'll hang up." ”

Before the words fell, with a "drop", the mobile phone showed that it hung up, Han Lie shook his head, a little helpless.

Mom's style is still so clean and neat, I really can't help it, so I have to put away my phone and turn back in the direction of home.

Originally, because he was reminded of the campus scenery of No. 1 Middle School, he was going to go to No. 3 Middle School, that is, his middle school alma mater, to take a look and trace the past.

Ten minutes later, Han Lie held a large box in his arms and kicked open the door of the house with his foot.

When I opened the box, I was greeted by a burst of old smell.

The most objects in it were ancient books, stacked neatly, and when he saw these books, the corners of Han Lie's eyes were a little moist.

These ancient books were treasured by Han Lie's grandfather during his lifetime, and he left a will after his death, all of which were passed on to him, and they had been kept in the ancestral house of Zài's hometown.

Recently, because the ancestral hall in his hometown village was going to be rebuilt, Han Lie's uncle also thought about renovating the ancestral house, so he sorted out these old things and sent them together.

Han Lie's grandfather was a teacher before his death, Han Lie was the eldest grandson and only grandson in the family, and his two uncles and aunt gave birth to all girls.

Therefore, some traditional grandfathers were most favored by Han Lie when they were children.

It wasn't until he was ten years old that Han Lie left his hometown and followed his parents to live in the city together.

Rummaging through the old items in the box, Han Lie gradually found the picture buried in the depths of his memory.

Suddenly, his fingers touched a touch of coldness, Han Lie took out a round ball from the bottom of the box in confusion, he felt that this ball was somewhat familiar, stared at it and pondered for a moment, he patted his head, and finally remembered.

Isn't this his favorite toy when he was a child?

The texture of the ball is some kind of metal, it looks like bronze, but it is light, slightly heavier than the ball, but it is also light, and it has a hollow pattern on the surface.

Han Lie couldn't remember when or where he got the ball, he had to be almost obsessed with it when he was a child, and it could be said that the ball never left his hand, even when he was sleeping. At that time, although the elders of the family suspected that this thing was an antique, out of love for Han Lie, they just occupied it with him and did not take it.

But later, I don't know why, the ball suddenly disappeared, Han Lie searched the ancestral house and couldn't find it, and his heart was very sad, even when he left with his parents, he never forgot it.

What Han Lie didn't expect was that just as his memory of the ball was about to slowly fade away, it actually reappeared.

Maybe it was left behind in some corner in the first place.

Han Lie thought so guessingly in his heart, but his eyes became inseparable from this ball, and the first moment he saw the ball, he had a strong feeling in his heart, this thing was very special.

After casually taking the other items back into the box, Han Lie returned to his bedroom with the ball in his hand in his hand.

Sitting on the chair, putting the ball in the palm of his hand and looking through it carefully, Han Lie suddenly took out a mirror from the drawer, pointed it to his face, and lifted his forehead bangs.

Han Lie's face became excited, and he thought, "Sure enough, after thinking about it for a long time just now, it turns out that it is really exactly the same!" ”

I saw that in the mirror, Han Lie's forehead was obliquely upward, and there was a curved birthmark, which was exactly the same as the lines on the surface of the sphere, without any difference.

Vaguely, Han Lie felt that he had touched some secret.

Just when he wanted to make the next move, the ball moved, and in an instant, the lines on the surface of the ball actually floated, like a fish, and the speed became faster and faster, almost instantly, drawing a series of afterimages, and the naked eye could no longer understand what was going on.

With the rapid rotation of these lines, the ball suddenly turned red like a red-hot soldering iron.

There was a sudden burst of heat in the palms of the hands!

Han Lie felt a sudden pain in his forehead, and then his eyes went dark, and he lost consciousness.

…………

At the end of the 11th century, on the earth of the Middle Ages, East Asia, and the Central Plains, it was during the reign of Emperor Zhezong of the Northern Song Dynasty.

In the territory of Dali, Wuliang Mountain Sword Lake Palace, where the Wuliang Sword School is located.

In a certain room in the side hall, a teenager was sitting cross-legged on the couch, his eyes closed, and his breathing was long, but he was practicing internal strength.

After a moment, the boy opened his eyes.

He smiled with satisfaction, and said to himself: "Finally opened the entrance of the underground gate, the Northern Spiritual Skill can be described as a small success today, and the internal force can only be regarded as entering the house here, plus the peerless light skill of Ling Bo Weibu that has been learned, this world will not be left to me to come and go in the future, damn, I will be forced to suffocate to death if I have been bored on this Broken Infinite Mountain for more than three years." ”

This young man is full of heroism between his eyebrows, if there are elders or familiar people here, it can be seen at a glance that this is clearly Han Lie's facial features when he was a child.

That's right, this young man is indeed Han Lie.

After falling into a coma, Han Lie, who woke up again, found that he was already at the foot of Wuliang Mountain, and he also changed back to the body he was fourteen or fifteen years old, and then was brought back to the Sword Lake Palace by the disciples of the Wuliang Sword Sect who went down the mountain for routine inspection.

This qiē was simply ridiculous for Han Lie, who had just guessed what had happened!

But no matter how ridiculous something happens, it's reality.

And the reality that he is powerless to change can only be accepted, after Zuo Zimu asked, Han Lie was dumbfounded for a while, and under the rapid thinking in his mind, he understood that it would be better for him to agree first.

As a result, Han Lie became a closed disciple of Zuo Zimu, the head of the Boundless Eastern Sect, and his name was changed to Han Guanglie, of course, he definitely didn't recognize this name in his heart.

Han Lie knew that his crossing was definitely related to the orb, but no matter how much he searched, the orb was nowhere to be found.

It's like a reappearance of the scene, after the ball brought him here, he mysteriously disappeared again.

The sudden unfamiliar environment made Han Lie extremely uncomfortable.

Even if he once fantasized that if he came to the world of Tianlong Babu, the pain and confusion still tortured him for half a month, and then he calmed down, buried the thoughts of his parents, relatives and friends and hometown, packed up his mood, and prepared to face this new world head-on.

This world, for Han Lie, is still a little familiar after all.

Dali Kingdom Wuliang Mountain, Wuliang Sword Sect, East Sect and West Sect, Zuo Zimu, the head of the East Sect, and Xin Shuangqing, the head of the West Sect, what this information means Han Lie is very clear.

Now that he has come here, the martial arts dream that every Chinese boy has in his heart suddenly burst into Han Lie's heart.

The world is out of my generation, and the years are urging when I enter the rivers and lakes; The emperor is talking and laughing, and he is more drunk than life.

Lifting a sword and riding to wave the ghost rain, the white bones are like mountain birds flying in shock; Dust is like a tide, people are like water, only sighing a few people in the rivers and lakes.

The classic wonderful poems outline Xuanqi's martial arts dream, and Han Lie chose to concentrate on practicing martial arts without hesitation, and then broke into the road of rivers and lakes.

In the second year, after gaining Zuo Zimu's trust, he took the opportunity to sneak into the immeasurable forbidden land, slowly climbed down the cliff, and from the bottom of the cliff, from the cave where Wu Yazi and Li Qiushui once lived in seclusion, he got the silk scroll that recorded "Northern Shengong" and "Lingbo Weibu" with nude female paintings.

Although the martial arts of the Boundless Sword Sect have its uniqueness, compared with the "Northern Spiritual Skill" and Ling Bo Weibu, it is tantamount to the difference between the bird and the bird, and the difference between gold and jade and mud.

Without hesitation, Han Lie dissolved the internal power of the Infinite Sect that he had cultivated for more than a year, and then immediately transferred to cultivating the Northern Pluto Divine Skill.

Until today, the thirty-six picture scrolls of the Northern Spiritual Skill and Ling Bo Weibu Han Lie have finally all been successfully cultivated, and what remains in the future is the accumulation of skills, as well as the perception and improvement of the realm.

Suddenly, there was a sound of bells outside the house, which was a signal that the head of the sect was summoning his disciples.

Han Lie thought about it, pushed open the door and quickly swept towards the main hall of Sword Lake Palace.

There were other disciples rushing along the way, and when Han Lie flew past them, these disciples could only feel a gust of breeze blowing, and in a trance, they could only see Han Lie's back, most of them couldn't help but look at each other, thinking, "That back looks like Senior Brother Han, but how can he run so fast?" ”

After a while, all the disciples of the Boundless Sword Eastern Sect arrived, Zuo Zimu stood on the steps in the middle, swept all the disciples, and nodded with satisfaction, and beside him were several junior disciples of the Zizi generation.

The disciples whispered to each other, the hall was still a little noisy, after Zuo Zimu coughed lightly, the voice disappeared suddenly, he nodded, and then announced: "Today, it is the time of our Infinite Sword East and West Sect Great Competition, you are waiting here, I will go down the mountain to meet your Uncle Xin and all the seniors who came to watch the battle, you must not be half slack, weaken the prestige of our Infinite East Sect." ”

All the disciples responded in unison, but Han Lie hid in the corner of the team and pretended to agree, pursing the corners of his mouth, but he was quite disdainful in his heart.

Zuo Zimu walked past Han Lie, three years ago, he was extremely fond of Han Lie, but three years later, he no longer looked at Han Lie.

In order to avoid trouble, he took the opportunity to announce that he had been damaged by the sea of qi because he had gone mad and could no longer practice internal strength, and then deceived Zuo Zimu's inspection with the help of the peculiarity of the Northern Shengong, so that he achieved his goal and was no longer concerned.

After Zuo Zimu was disappointed in Han Lie, he gave up completely, and the other disciples no longer paid attention to him, a "waste man" who had no internal strength, and Han Lie also successfully began to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger.

On the third day after Han Lie became a "wasted man", he was assigned to work as a helper in the back kitchen, which also made Han Lie completely lose his affection for the immeasurable faction.

When he is needed, he is treated as a treasure, and after he loses his effect, he is simply abandoned.

Zuo Zimu's cold behavior made the little bit of goodwill that Han Lie originally had in his heart for the immeasurable faction to take him in slowly disappear, and he didn't complain, but he didn't care about it anymore.

After a while, a middle-aged woman next to Zuo Zimu walked in, this woman had her hair tied in a bun, she was wearing a Taoist robe, and her charm was still there, and it seemed that she should be Xin Shuangqing, the head of the Western Sect. Those who came in after the two of them in turn were Tiannan martial arts people dressed in various costumes, all of whom had received invitations to come to watch the ceremony and witness the great competition between the East and West Sects of the Immeasurable Sect.

Han Lie searched and easily found a handsome young man dressed as a scholar in the crowd, who must have been Duan Yu, the prince of the southern king of Dali Town.

Recalling the plot, Han Lie moved his gaze to the roof again.

Sure enough, I saw a young girl, about fifteen or sixteen years old, dressed in a green shirt, smiling like a flower.

Zhong Ling!

As if feeling Han Lie's gaze, the girl's eyes also turned around, facing him head-on, Han Lie grinned at her lightly, and made a lip shape: "Wait for me." After speaking, there was no other movement, and the figure disappeared directly in place.

Startled, the girl hurriedly looked to the side, only to see that Han Lie had already jumped up to the beam of the room, sitting beside her, staring at her with a hippie smile.

The girl was a little stupid, and asked blankly, "How did you come up?" ”

Seeing this, Han Lie chuckled, and was about to continue to tease this innocent and lovely little Lori, when suddenly his complexion changed, and he reached out to grab her, a white shadow flashed, and then there was a "squeak" cry.

But it was a gray-white mink, fluffy and very cute, pinched by Han Lie at this time, grabbed in his hand, and grinned.

He smiled: "You little thing, do you want to bite me?" ”

After seeing the situation clearly, Zhong Lingden was anxious, but she didn't dare to act rashly, so she had to say repeatedly: "You bad person, let go of my mink." ”

The girl's anxious and unavailable appearance was delicate and lovely, which made Han Lie's heart flutter.

He deliberately shook the lightning marten, and then smiled: "Little girl, what is your name?" Sue me, and I'll let you go. ”

The girl's cheeks were slightly red, and she looked at Han Lie warily.

However, after all, she was still reluctant to raise the mink she had raised since she was a child, she stared at the lightning marten in Han Lie's hand, and said hesitantly: "My name is Zhong Ling, you are a manly man, you have to be a man, hurry up and return the mink to me." It's usually fine, but this time I want to bite you just to protect me, even if it's my fault, I'll apologize to you for it, okay, don't hurt it. ”

Zhong Ling's soft words and pleading really made people's hearts melt, Han Lie stopped pretending, shook it lightly, and directly threw the lightning marten back to her.

After the lightning marten landed in her arms, Zhong Ling was just about to whisper to comfort her, when she saw it swoop into the skin on her waist, and refused to come out again, but she was already frightened by Han Lie.

Frightened by her pet, Zhong Ling felt pity in her heart, annoyed, she pouted, helpless, she could only stare at Han Lie angrily, don't turn her head and stop looking at him, thinking: "You bad guy can't even do anything about Ermink, it must be extremely powerful, but I just ignore you, I'm angry with you, see what you can do." ”

Looking at the pair of pink and fair faces of the girl in front of him, Han Lie seemed to see his cousin Ji Rongrong in a trance, she was also such a cute little girl.

It's been three years, Han Lie shook his head, sighed lightly in his heart, and followed her gaze to look down.

The time for the two to talk was extremely short, and the guests of the Infinite Sword Sect below were still chatting and taking their seats, and the movement of the two was extremely small, so they had not yet alarmed many martial arts people in the hall.