In the open field, the starlight in the night sky fell on the earth, and when it was reflected on people's eyes, it was found jumping and flashing. Suddenly, it penetrated into people's hearts.

Han Dong was lying on the roof of his house, and below him were a series of blue-gray tiles neatly arranged by the masons.

These grass ashes and rough mud tiles mixed with cold soil bite each other, and even if Han Dong often rolls and steps on them, he never lets go of them.

Since the beginning of the year, the cold has not subsided, and he began to climb on the roof every night after completing his daily private schoolwork.

He can squat until midnight in a thick cotton fox coat wrapped in a whimpering cold wind, or lie down in an open silk vest on a sweltering summer day; he will lie on the eaves with a little cloth tiger in his arms, counting the mountains outside the entrance of the village in the distance, and he will count the stars in the sky as quietly as tonight.

His parents knew that he was waiting for someone, and the people in the village knew that he was waiting for someone, and even the earth dogs in the village knew that he was waiting for someone.

If you can't wait during the day, you can wait at night.

He looked at the sky, high and far away, full of bright stars, and the man came from heaven.

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Five years ago, Hanjia Village.

The surname Han is the ancestor of the clan in the village, and the village is not small, with seventy or eighty households.

The Han family, Master Han is the landowner of the village and the direct descendant of the Han family.

According to the rules handed down by the ancestors and the ruling power of the clan, it has always been the backbone of the village.

Han Dong is the son of Master Han, and he is a unique species, giving birth to a son-in-law at the age of half a hundred, which can be described as old and strong.

At Han Dong's first birthday banquet, a banquet was held, pigs and cattle were slaughtered.

From the gate of Han's house to the head of the village, one hundred and twenty tables were set up, and the whole village was invited to celebrate the first birthday of Young Master Han.

Birthday banquet.

When the Han family was about to give Young Master Han a weekly ceremony, a clear voice sounded in the hearts of the bustling people in the hall: "This son is so talented, and it is also the blessing of the Han family." The master of the Han family might as well go to the front of the hall and see it, and the poor road has its own fate. This sound was like a mountain spring passing through the forest, but it deaf the ears of everyone who was making a commotion, but no one outside Han's house could hear it.

Just when everyone was shocked by this sound, everyone was surprised and silenced.

Young Master Han, who was kicking wildly in Han's mother's arms, seemed to be attracted by something, raised his finger to the sky, babbling and laughing.

Master Han took the lead in calming down, and led the old and young family members to bypass the red cloth and the Zhou Rite on the ground, and stepped out of the hall.

Young Master Han still raised his finger to the sky, and took the lead in raising his head and babbling haha.

Master Han and the others then raised their heads, and when they saw that they were shocked, they shouted chaotically, and then hurriedly opened their mouths in a low voice.

When everyone turned their heads left and right, I don't know who took the lead in kneeling on their knees, lying on the ground and kowtowing non-stop, so Hula lala fell on the ground and shouted: "Meet the immortal master!"

I saw that in the low sky above everyone in the Han Mansion, a long-haired and fluttering blue-green Dao robe Immortal Monk stood on top of a whisk of dust, with one hand behind him, and his posture was free.

After the relatives of the Han family in the hall came to the courtyard, the blue light flashed.

The immortal monk in the Taoist robe had already floated in front of everyone, and his hands behind him were lightly raised, and the dust on the soles of his feet was suspended in the air and moved to his hands.

When the crowd saw such a strange situation, their faces were shocked, and they were about to shout.

The robe fairy swayed lightly.

With the movements of the robed monk, everyone lying on the ground felt a gust of breeze blowing, and they involuntarily got up, and the salutation in their mouths could not be blocked.

Seeing that the Dao robe monk had such an immortal demeanor, the Han family was even more shocked and excited in their hearts.

Old Man Han forcibly suppressed the violent trembling heartbeat, remembering the previous immortal words, his heart was both happy and surprised.

Hurriedly led his wife and children forward, bowed down and said, "Ordinary Han visits the immortal family." ”

The robe immortal family, swaying lightly, looked at the smiling baby in Han's mother's arms, and said with a smile: "Poor Dao has a fate with this son, since it happens to be this son to catch Zhou Xuanshu, why don't you let him grab the things in the hands of Poor Dao?"

Master Han hurriedly pulled the stunned Han mother, and responded in a trembling voice: "It's a great luck for the child to inherit the immortal fate!"

The Dao robe monk smiled lightly, didn't say much, and stretched out a few fluorescent balls in his hand to the baby in Han's mother's arms.

Master Han and the others only felt that a few fluorescent things were like fog, and they couldn't see it at all, and after looking at it for a long time, they only felt that the fluorescent was dazzling, and they hurriedly turned their heads and didn't try to peep.

Mother Han also knew at this time that this was her son's great immortal fate, but she didn't dare to act rashly in a hurry, so she could only hand Young Master Han to the light group with trembling hands. With a nervous look and full of anticipation, he stared at Young Master Han's chubby and tender little hands shaking wildly.

At this time, except for the young master of the Han family, who stretched out his little fat hand, and the Dao-robed immortal monk who was still standing in the breeze, most of the people in the audience couldn't help but hold their breath.

Even Master Han, who is well-informed in the mountain village, involuntarily clenched the corners of his clothes and quietly wiped his sweaty palms.

Not to mention the other village husbands and courtyards, their eyes were already round, and they didn't dare to take a breath in the atmosphere, for fear that their mundane turbidity would taint the treasures of the immortal family.

As Young Master Han's chubby hands got closer and closer to the light cluster, compared to Mother Han's tense body and hands that were about to suppress the ecstasy in her heart, causing her to tremble slightly.

The ignorant and innocent Young Master Han stared at the little eyeballs, pouted his small mouth, and grabbed one of the soft light clusters with his chubby hand, which was constantly waving.

Seeing this, the robe immortal family shook his left hand, and the remaining few light clusters suddenly disappeared, and the items in the light clusters were naturally put away by him with some special techniques.

At this time, the things in Young Master Han's hands also faded from fluorescence, and it turned out to be a small porcelain vase with a green body and a verdant body.

I saw that there was a green ancient tree carving on the belly of the bottle, and the mouth of the bottle was plugged with a pinch of red silk.

The vial was pinched in the little master's hand and shook it again and again.

Everyone's eyes glanced at the chicken thief, and they were busy pretending to stare at the bluestone slab on the ground, and they were envious.

The Dao Robe Immortal smiled lightly, and there was a little joy between his eyebrows, even the villagers who opened their mouths like goosees could feel his heart.

Master Han suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and the heart that had reached his throat slowly fell, and he saw the reaction of the immortal family, which seemed to be good or bad.

So, Master Han waved his sleeves and clothes, and knelt on the ground again with his wife and children. Officially performed the formal salute of three bows and nine kowtows, and shouted in his mouth: "Thank you to the immortals for their mercy and give the children the things of the fairy fate, and the old man kneels for my son to thank the immortal master." ”

The last thing that everyone in the countryside behind him lacked was to call homeopathic mountains, so he fell down again like a wave and shouted indiscriminately: "Thank you for the gift of the immortal master." ”

These crooked and upside-to-cheek goods thought to themselves: I don't know if I have the luck to win the mercy of the immortal master? Even if there is no immortal fate of Young Master Han, the immortal master can prolong his life for a few years if he picks out some mud from the cracks of his fingernails.

The green-robed monk lowered his eyes, and in the unconcealable longing eyes that swept through the chaotic crowd, he naturally understood the desire in their hearts.

I never thought that today, I just passed by a remote village here on the way back to the sect, and I was able to meet a doll with good immortal cultivation qualifications, which was quite consistent with the cultivation methods of the sect he belonged to, and I couldn't help but feel a little happy and satisfied in my heart.

After thinking about it, he waved the dust in his hand, and a pale cyan fluorescence sprinkled from the dust to the mortals in the courtyard.

Master Han and the others only felt the pale cyan brilliance on their bodies, and a warm sense of comfort penetrated into their bodies, with a slight tingling feeling. Not only does it not make people feel uncomfortable, but it has a kind of addiction like falling into a dream.

After a while, the pale cyan glow faded.

During the session, more than a dozen people only felt that they had slept a comfortable fat sleep that they had never had, and they only felt comfortable and energetic.

Those sturdy farmers and yardmen even had the illusion that they could bring down the cattle with one hand.

As a result, the signature mountain shouted again: "Thank you for the gift of the immortal master!"

Seeing the chaos in the courtyard, Master Han saw that the villagers who were alarmed by the movement in the courtyard had gathered around Han's house one after another, and they seemed to be frizzy and couldn't help but climb trees and walls to peek.

Old Man Han couldn't help but feel angry in his heart, for fear that he would annoy the immortal master because of these mud-legged recklessness. Hurriedly got up and dressed up, raised his hand to beckon an old man in a long robe who was kneeling on the ground and kowtowing, and commanded in a low voice: "Steward Yu, you first invite the relatives and courtyard members of the family to greet the guests, I still have important matters to discuss with the immortal master." No one is allowed to enter the house! and, remember, no one is allowed to make a noise!"

The steward nodded in response, and shouted at everyone in the courtyard.

Before going out, he gave a stern explanation without pretense, and then left two tall courtyard members to guard the gate, and then led everyone out.

Only Master Han and Mother Han were left in the courtyard, and the immortal monk in the green robe still looked at the little boy in Mother Han's arms with a calm and indifferent face.

Master Han hurriedly welcomed the immortal master into the hall, personally poured tea and welcomed the immortal master to the main seat, and then sat on the side. With seven points of expectation and three points, he asked worriedly: "Just now the immortal master said that Xiao'er and the immortal master have a fate, I don't know where the fate started?"

The immortal monk didn't hide it, and smiled indifferently: "This son has a spiritual root, and he is a good seedling for cultivating immortals." Poor Dao was born in a monastic sect, and when he met him today, it was naturally the fate of this son's cultivation. With that, he motioned for Mother Han to bring the little boy in her arms closer, stretched out his hand and pointed lightly on the top of Young Master Han's head, and a little light cyan light drilled into Young Master Han's head and sank into his body.

It didn't take a moment for Young Master Han, who had been frolicking and shaking his hands, to fall into a deep sleep, and there seemed to be a faint blue light flashing on the exposed orifices such as his mouth, nose and ears. It's just that he still holds on to the verdant little porcelain vase in his hand.

The Han family and his wife were shocked again, looking at the immortal master, not knowing why.

The Dao robe immortal family didn't sell Guan Zi either, and said with relief: "Sure enough, the induction is right, this son's spiritual root is barely the best, and it is a great material for cultivation." My master inherited the Aoki Sect of the Great Sect of Cultivation, and after he became literate, he planned to include him in the sect, I don't know what you and your wife want?" Although the words were asked, they couldn't help but bring a little bit of the natural prestige of the immortal family.

The Han couple looked awe-inspired, and naturally they could only say yes in their mouths, not daring to say anything, and even the subtle thoughts in their hearts were quickly extinguished.

Seeing the response of the two, the Dao Robe Monk was slightly sarcastic in his heart, and said with an unmoving expression on his face: "I can also understand the mortal blood relatives. But you must know that once this son embarks on the path of cultivation, he is already like a heaven and a man. Since this is the blessing of your Han family, the poor Dao will give one or two spiritual wonders as a retribution. ”

"Han Moujie is a mortal, and he doesn't dare to expect the gift of the immortal master. But I beg the immortal master to support the little one, so that he can learn some immortal skills. ”

"After this son entered, he had the protection of his own sect. Since I have the fate to lead the way with his cultivation today, I will naturally help him in his cultivation. Take this bottle of elixir, there are two grains in it, divide it and eat it. This pill can help mortals such as Er get rid of illness and prolong their lives. The Dao Robe Immortal glanced at Master Han without a trace. Reaching out and taking out a small white jade porcelain bottle from his sleeve, it was crystal clear and traceless.

Master Han wiped his hands on his sleeves, frightened and happy in his heart. Stretched out his hand to take the milky white porcelain vase, and said in a trembling voice: "Since you should listen to the guidance of the immortal master, this is the blessing of my husband and wife, and I will cherish it in a good life." ”

"There is another piece of jade here, which is tied to this son, which can help him get rid of illness and strengthen his body," the immortal monk didn't say anything more, and his hand shook on his waist. Put an oval jade jue with a similar material to the emerald porcelain bottle in Young Master Han's hand, but with a deeper color, on the table, "There are three Qi Nourishing Pills in the green jade bottle in this son's hand, which are the medicine that strengthens the foundation and cultivates the yuan. Turning it into a mountain spring and drinking it every morning before going to bed can help it nourish the body. ”

"Obey the orders of the Immortal Master!" the Han couple resignedly.

"For a period of five years, there will be a monk from this sect to bring him back to the sect, and during this period, it is advisable for this son to avoid vulgarity and move less. If after a few years, the entrance is exquisite, the temperament is unstable, and the practice in the door is deviated from the inner practice, resulting in the exquisiteness. The cultivation path that is easy to obtain is cut off by the hands of the two of you, and the sinner is even more guilty of himself!" In the end, this immortal monk had already used the spiritual sound to deter.

Hearing this, the couple nodded again and again, sweating profusely on their heads.

Seeing that the Han couple should deal with the matter, the green Dao robe monk said no more. finally glanced at the little boy in Han's mother's arms, and shook the dust in his hand, and the room suddenly became green.

The Han couple closed their eyes and lowered their hands, and when the blue light dissipated, the immortal monk was gone.

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At this time, just as Han Dong was gradually falling asleep under the shimmering starlight.

No one noticed that the green and emerald oval jade tied around his neck was faintly flashing with blue light, as if corresponding to the starlight in the sky. His chest rose and fell slowly with his breath and breath.

Next to the jade jue is a small porcelain vase with a brighter color, carved with an ancient tree with intertwined branches.

With the undulation of the blue light, the branches and leaves of the ancient trees on the belly of the bottle also seemed to shake slightly.

At this time, thousands of miles away from Hanjia Village, there is a Qingxiu mountain that stretches for hundreds of miles.

A beige aura pierced through the shadow of the night, like a star shining deep in the dark night sky.

In the beige aura is a young monk, dressed in a Ming zodiac robe. Holding a jade jue that was also dark green oval, flashing with a faint blue light, he crossed the dark earth under the night sky and followed the direction of Yu Jue's guidance.