Han Ming looked up at the sun in the west, and he knew that it was about to get dark. He has already handed over two catties of rice wine to his father, and the words taught by Wang Xiucai are already ripe, and he has learned seventy or eighty words in the past five days.

"I can finally write that letter, if only I had a piece of paper. Han Ming thought with some regret.

The sun in the west finally set on the back side of the mountain, and the brilliant sunset gradually turned black, and the sky finally darkened completely. Han Ming slowly withdrew his gaze and turned around and walked towards his small room.

"It's still dark, and the time is so fast, alas. Han Ming sighed softly, he would be surprised if others heard it, a milky little hairy child sighed like an adult.

In the Han blacksmith's room, the Han blacksmith took a piece of paper and looked at it repeatedly, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously showed a smile.

"How many times have you read the letter? Are you literate, if you can't read it, you still hold it, don't crumple it," said a woman next to the blacksmith Han with a smile, although this woman was dressed as a village woman, she was still a little pretty. This person is none other than Han Blacksmith's wife, the mother of Han Tie and Han Ming.

"What's the use of knowing that word, Wang Xiucai can read and write, it's not that he can't support himself, what else can he do except help people read the letter?" said Han Blacksmith with some disdain.

"Recently, I heard the broken mouths in the village talking about our ghost again. Han Mu's expression was a little helpless

"It's been a few months, why are they bringing it up again," said Han Blacksmith with some dissatisfaction.

"I don't blame you!Who asked you to go around and talk about your son's coming back, and said that he might marry the daughter of the shopkeeper of Ruyi Restaurant, people are jealous, so they can only find some gossip about our family to talk about!"

"There's a good son who won't let me say it, hmph, my sons are smarter than the other, they just can't give birth! But then again, it really scared me to death that day" As soon as he mentioned the ghost, the smile on Blacksmith Han's face faded a lot.

"Yes, who would have thought that a big living person was obviously in front of him, and suddenly it was gone" Han's mother was also a little scared when she thought of the events of that day.

In addition to this, the "ghost" is nothing, but there is no difference between normal people, they are all with one nose and two eyes, and he looks like a learned person at first glance. Blacksmith Han continued to think about the incident, and his frightened expression was much lighter, after all, it was a few months ago, and there was nothing to be afraid of.

"Look at the rumors that are going out there now, the eight eyes, the two tails, what are the rumors, I remember that the man's face was ordinary. Han Mu was a little puzzled.

"Yes, that person obviously looks very ordinary, but when he hung a golden lock on the neck of the third son, the golden light flashed, and he suddenly disappeared, and the golden lock was gone!

Han's mother couldn't help but sneer when she heard Han blacksmith say that her black face was frightened white, and she couldn't help but sneer: "Hmph, my face was a little white when I married you, and when will my face be white in the future?"

Blacksmith Han was stunned, shook his head again, and said with some complicated words: "It's hard to say whether there are immortals or not, let's not expect extravagance, if he is really a fairy, will he change the golden lock given to us and turn it into a trick?

"That's right, it doesn't matter if he is an immortal or not, our son is coming back, this is the important thing" Han's mother thought about it and left that ridiculous idea behind.

Blacksmith Han sat in front of the bed and thought for a while, then blew out the candles in the room, and soon his snoring could be heard in the room.

A bright moon had slowly risen into the air, and the moonlight like water flowed in every corner of the earth, and a wild cat jumped over the wall with agility and landed gently in the small courtyard of the Han blacksmith's house.

Suddenly, the wild cat's hair stood on end, for it landed next to the feet of a young man who could kick it away with just a lift of his foot.

The wild cat was so frightened that it immediately ran towards the wall, but the wild cat seemed to be so frightened that it did not return to the wall until the third time, and then ran into the depths of the mountain without looking back.

In the process of the wild cat running into the yard and escaping from the yard, the young man standing at the door of the Han blacksmith did not move, like a piece of wood carving.

He was holding a wooden board in his hand, with some crooked small characters, and looking at the appearance of the handwriting, it should have been written on blackened charcoal in the iron-fighting furnace, and this wooden board should be the discarded material of the blacksmith Han when he was doing carpentry.

"If only there was a piece of paper and a pen. Han Ming muttered to himself in a low voice

Han Ming turned around and walked to his room, slowly put the wooden plank into his bed, covered the quilt on it, then turned his head and put a large package on his back that was extremely incompatible with his body, quietly opened the back door of his house, walked out slowly, and then gently closed the back door.

Han Ming trotted all the way, looking at its direction, but it was the official road built by the imperial court, and when his home was about to disappear from view, Han Ming took a deep look at the small courtyard that gave birth to him and raised him.

When he turned his head again, there was more determination and firmness in Han Ming's eyes, and in the end, he walked towards the east without looking back.

Walking alone on the official road with no end in sight, Han Ming couldn't help but think of the incident three months ago, the event that changed his life, and that incident prompted Han Ming to run away from home today.

That day, he and his parents went to the ancestral house not far from the village and met a young man in his twenties.

The man chatted with his parents for a few words, and felt that he was very close to him, so he hung a golden lock the size of a child's palm around Han Ming's neck.

His father seemed to think that the golden lock was too valuable, and was about to say something, but there was a flash of golden light in front of him, and the young man disappeared.

This incident is also the beginning and end of the Han family's encounter with ghosts, but somehow it was passed on and passed on, and it became that the Han family encountered a vicious ghost when worshipping their ancestors.

One night not long after that incident, Han Ming had a dream in which he turned into an omnipotent immortal, and just as he was soaring through the clouds, he suddenly felt a chill in his chest, which instantly woke him up from his sleep. Han Ming sat up, only to find that there was an extra golden lock-like shadow on his chest that emitted a faint golden light, and at the same time, this golden shadow conveyed a burst of coolness from time to time.

The white light was reflected through the skin, Han Ming carefully looked at the golden light on his chest, but found that this golden light was like a vague tattoo, and it was like a natural birthmark, he looked at this golden light carefully, but was surprised to find that this golden light seemed to be the golden lock given to him by the young man, but he didn't know how this golden lock ran into his body, and it also emitted golden light through the skin!.

At this time, another voice sounded in his head, Han Ming was startled at first, and quickly jumped up and looked around, but he didn't find anything, he lit the lamp again, and walked around tremblingly, but he didn't find anyone.

After hearing the voice in his head, Han Ming did panic for a while, but soon he forced himself to calm down, slowly sat back on the edge of the bed, and began to listen to the voice in his head.

The voice in Han Ming's mind was the voice of the young man he met when he worshiped his ancestors that day, and that voice was like gold, and it conveyed some meaning very briefly.

The young man's meaning was probably that since Han Ming was a member of the Han family, it was rare for someone to have a spiritual root physique among tens of thousands of people, and he was not very old, his roots and bones were not old, and his filial piety to his ancestors was commendable every year, so he would give him a chance to enter the immortal gate. That immortal gate was in a place called Jiang Guo in the east, and then Han Ming's mind felt a swelling pain, and he found that he seemed to understand a kind of cultivation method.

Then the light of the golden lock slowly weakened until it disappeared completely, and in the end, it only left a tattoo-like shadow on Han Ming's chest.

Since that day, Han Ming had carefully recalled the Dharma decision in his mind, but he couldn't describe it, let alone teach it to others, this kind of magic seemed to be engraved in his consciousness, and he could only understand it but not say it.

Later, Han Ming practiced the nameless verbal duel in his mind whenever he had time, and finally more than a month later, he felt an extra wisp of cool gas like hair swimming in his body. After repeated confirmation, he determined that the immortal gate existed, not something he fantasized about, and he also made up his mind to leave home and seek immortals at that time.

The following month, he stole a lot of dry food from the cellar and learned dozens of words from Wang Xiucai in the south of the village, just to leave a letter to his parents to report safety, which was written on a wooden board with sharpened charcoal.

In fact, he really wanted to stay and see the eldest brother who would come back tomorrow, but he was afraid that he had finally made up his mind because he was reluctant to let his family go. As for his parents, although he has no self, he still has his eldest brother and second brother to serve in front of him, so he doesn't have to worry too much.

Thinking of the eldest brother and second brother, Han Ming was a little relieved.

Then Han Ming, a young man who had just turned ten, carried a large bag of dry food towards the east, and the moonlight stretched his figure longer and longer.

A weak back, on an official road that spreads to the sky, lonely but firmly embarked on a road of seeking immortals that he doesn't know where he leads.

Many years later, although Han Ming has become hard-hearted and unprofitable, he still can't forget the small mountain village in the deepest part of his heart, the home that made him feel warm.