When Grandpa Han Yi walked out of the yard, the fifth grandfather came in and said, "Dad, everyone is gone!"

The third ancestor stopped scolding, even so, he still rolled his eyes and said: "If I hadn't practiced magic skills, I would have been killed a long time ago, and it would be his turn to make Lao Tzu rebel!"

He had already stopped his arms fast and slow, and Han Yi listened to it next to him, and he couldn't say anything else, they were all elders, so he could only pull the corners of his mouth and smile awkwardly.

"Boy, come closer, let Grandpa take a good look!"

Han Yi obediently walked to the edge of the kang and stretched out his hand.

The Third Patriarch also stretched out his hand, and when Han Yi saw it, he felt that it was not the hand of a normal old man, the Third Patriarch was one hundred and thirteen years old, but he felt younger than his grandfather.

At this time, Han Yi felt that his wrist was cold, and he saw that the three fingers of the third ancestor master's right hand were cut on his wrist, and then Han Yi felt that the three fingers of the third ancestor at the wrist were gradually warmed up.

It seemed that the heat flow was also transmitted to Han Yi's wrist, and Han Yi felt as if he was swimming along his wrist to his heart and stopped.

"Little grandson, it's a miracle that you survived, did you give it to me from God?" The Third Ancestor said incomprehensibly, and his hand was taken off Han Yi's wrist, brushing his snow silver hair, and looking up at the roof.

Han Yi also looked up, this was an old house, or a beam made of wood, half of which was polished and half covered with dust.

The third ancestor looked at it for a long time, except for brushing off a few of his silver hairs, he didn't see anything special on it, and then lowered his head to look at Han Yi, and said: "Boy, your breath will tingle in your chest, your left arm will be sore, and you often lose your physical strength, right?"

Han Yi was stunned for a moment, and nodded hurriedly, he didn't expect that the Third Ancestor was just a pulse, and he could see so many symptoms of him, since he woke up from the hospital, he felt that these symptoms slowly appeared, and the hospital and Lao Yang both said that this was caused by Han Yi's heart injury, but there was no way to recover completely.

Lao Yang described to Han Yi his heart problem, like a bellows, there were only two blowholes before, but now it has been pierced into a honeycomb by the dark energy, leaking air everywhere, and it is a blessing to be alive.

"This is not a disease, it is an injury, naturally you can't solve it with a cure, you can only raise it slowly, and learn the guidance technique from the ancestor!"

Han Yi understood.

He had heard of this before, the third grandfather had seen all the children in Hanjia Village, and asked if they wanted to learn the immortal exercises, some kowtowed to learn, but they couldn't stick to it, and the current children are not enough to study, how can they have time to learn other things.

Han Yi stepped back, knelt on the ground, kowtowed to the third ancestor, and said, "Ask the ancestor to teach me!"

Bang Bang Bang !!

The Third Patriarch clapped his hands and shouted, "Get up, get up, teach you!"

Han Yi got up, patted the dust, and heard the third ancestor say again: "You have repaired the ancestral ancestral hall of Hanjia Village!"

Han Yi was stunned, he didn't understand such a major matter, why did the third ancestor tell him, it should be discussed with the grandparents in the village.

"Boy, you're not from Hanjia Village!"

The third ancestor's cloudy eyes seemed to burst into golden light all of a sudden, piercing Han Yi directly, making his complexion change.

Han Yi pursed his mouth, and heard the third ancestor continue: "You have been fighting with others for so many years, and the dark energy in your heart is still alive, you must have made a lot of money, take it out and repair the ancestral ancestral hall, repair the ancestral hall, and with the family tree, you will be able to go to the family tree, and my things can be left to you!"

"There is a give-and-take, and there is a give-and-go, you go back and think about it!" The third ancestor saw that Han Yi's face had changed, and he would start to let him go.

Han Yi walked out of the yard in a daze, the fifth master was adding water to the chicken, and seeing that Han Yi's face was wrong, he came over and patted him on the back and said, "The old man is chattering all day, you don't have to think about it." ”

Han Yi nodded and went home.

Grandpa was smoking in the yard, Han Xiaoye was washing clothes, and when he saw Han Yi coming back, the soapy water was poured on him, Han Yi rolled his eyes and dodged, walked up to his grandfather, and said what the third ancestor just said.

"Hmph, old antique, still holding on to the old set!" Grandpa knocked on the cigarette pouch, took two steps back and forth, and then said, "How much money do you have?"

Han Yi calculated that the money for the task was 489,600 yuan, and now he hasn't moved a cent, and the money he used to help the Xie family rob mines and fight boxing has not moved, adding up to 559,600 yuan.

As for the two million bonuses, he left them to Lao Dong and asked him to share them with the families of his sacrificial comrades. Grandpa also knew.

"Five hundred and fifty thousand!" Han Yi said.

"That's enough!" Grandpa made a decision, "You can't use it all at once, take out 300,000 yuan first, and give it to your third grandfather!"

Han Yi nodded.

"Your third ancestor has experienced prosperity and poverty in this life, when he was young, his branch was the patriarch, and the family had money, counting from the fields under the ancestral hall to Yinjia Village, half of the land belonged to his family. But when your three ancestors were young, they were obsessed with the Immortal Dao, worshiped a lot of masters, there were liars, there were also true cultivators, and they spent countless money, but the three ancestors can be regarded as learning real things if they can live until now······"

"I heard there's a sword?" Han Yi said what he had heard in his early years.

"It's a sword, and I don't know where to get it when it's in turmoil······" Grandpa sighed, "That's a thousand acres of fertile land replaced with silver, and it took three years to forge the sword embryo, but it's a pity that it's ······."

Han Yi grew his mouth and was stunned······

After the holiday, when school started, Han Yi couldn't run to school now, so he led Han Xiaoye to take the bus together, and he didn't ask Han Xiaoye to ride to school by himself.

Han Yi exclaimed when he entered the class, he saw that his seat was empty, and Li Dacheng was pulling with a little girl with nothing to do, looking like his eyebrows were dancing.

Han Yi had long heard that Li Dacheng had achieved great results in the past few months, and he had already dated two girls in a row, with a fast pace, an average of one a month. And when they broke up, they also gave the girl a stone.

The reason for breaking up is the same, he said that he is a G, he is bisexual, and he also said that Han Yi is his boyfriend······ Even if Han Yi disappeared from Xixian Junior High School in the past few months, gossip was rampant.

At that time, Han Yi was still in Shengjing, and when he heard this, he could only helplessly scold on the phone······ At this time, when I saw that this grandson was flirting with my sister, I hated it so much that the roots of my teeth itched.

Li Dacheng noticed the change at the door, his face was happy, and then it changed, and he was about to run away through the back door, "Grandson, you dare to run?"

"Whoever runs is the grandson!" Li Dacheng stopped the car, and his waist was full of confidence.

After Han Yi cleaned up Li Dacheng and said something to Lin Yuxin, Lin Tianyu, and Zhang Xiaoxing, the class bell rang.

It's math class.

Han Yi took out the photo album of Haru's debut ten years from Shengjing and brought back to Li Dacheng from Shengjing, and quietly handed it to him.

Li Dacheng exclaimed in a low voice after reading it, and took out a few photo albums from the desk and quietly handed them to Han Yi, the two guys who were still little boys squeezed their eyebrows at each other, just like in the time downstairs of the first year of junior high school.