Hanjia Village, located at the foot of the mountain, is a remote township, the villagers have little culture, but the folk customs are simple and fierce, almost all the men in the village practice martial arts, even the women are a little boxing.

Children are taught by a master, and they have been exposed to martial arts since they were young, and practicing martial arts can not only strengthen their bodies, but more importantly, in this not too peaceful world, with martial arts to protect themselves, the hope of living will be much greater.

Nine out of ten villagers have the surname Han, which is said to have been relocated by the Ju clan more than 300 years ago and has continued to this day.

On the top of Lying Niu Mountain, Xuanyuan Wen looked down at the compass in his hand, rubbed his forehead, flipped his left hand, and a pill with a faint aroma and fiery red color appeared in the palm of his hand, and after swallowing it in one gulp, he closed his eyes and breathed.

After a stick of incense, Xuanyuan Wen exhaled a breath of turbidity, he still had injuries in his body, this time across the starry sky, but the injuries were faintly uncontrollable.

In his opinion, this star is too remote, the aura is thin, and it is very laborious to absorb, even if it is a retreat to heal the wounds, it has little effect.

Xuanyuan Wen pinched the trick with one hand, and whispered a mantra in his mouth, his voice was obscure, and he saw that he turned into a fortune teller in his fifties, and after a little calculation, he strode towards the southwest.

At the foot of the mountain is Hanjia Village.

"Is this the ten-year fate that the master said?"

At this time, Hanjia Village was very lively, Han Blacksmith's child had just been born, it was a male baby, and there were many villagers in and out of the house congratulating Han Blacksmith.

Whenever a family gives birth to a son, it is a great joy, now the world is not peaceful, the male baby will come from the pillar of the family, the safety of the village, the future will also depend on these male babies, so whenever a male baby is born, the entire Han family village is a joy.

Listening to everyone's congratulations, Blacksmith Han couldn't suppress the joy in his heart, turned his head to look at the child and his mother, thinking that for so many years, she had followed him, but she had not enjoyed a day of happiness, and in this month, she had to make up for her body.

Suddenly, a loud shout sounded in everyone's ears, as if it had come from far away, but it was very clear.

"It can be counted as five hundred years, knowing the joys and sorrows of the world, and you must find me for divination and naming, and you are not allowed to ask for money. Everyone saw a fortune teller in a white coat and green socks at the edge of the village pacing leisurely.

Han Blacksmith's heart moved, there are not many literate people in this village, and Han Zaixing, the third son of the village chief Han Chuan, is looking for the name of the fortune teller, which is really much better than the names of other dolls in the village.

Many villagers are illiterate, so they have to follow the habits of the previous generation, and the cheap name is good to feed, so there are several dolls called dogs in the village.

After thinking about it, he walked quickly towards the fortune teller, "Sir, in Xia Han Changzheng, it happens that my child has just been born today, and he has not yet been named, can you please give one to Mr., and then see what the child's life will be in the future, my Han family will always remember Mr. Dade, and dare not forget." ”

After saying that, the blacksmith Han gritted his teeth and took out two silver ingots from his arms, estimating that they weighed one, two, or three coins.

Han's blacksmith's family is considered a medium-sized family in the village, and there is no time when the pot cannot be opened, but it is not often seen that meat can be seen for three meals a day.

One or two pieces of silver have been the savings of the blacksmith Han family for nearly two months, which shows how much he cares for this newborn son.

"It's not a lot, and I hope Mr. will accept this little bit of kindness. ”

Xuanyuan Wen did not refuse, reached out and took the silver in the hand of the blacksmith Han, weighed it slightly, and a different color flashed under his eyes.

"Sure enough, as the master said, one or two or three dollars. ”

Xuanyuan Wen touched his beard, moved the true yuan slightly, and suddenly there was a faint image of smoke around him, which caused the villagers to marvel, Xuanyuan Wen was naturally a master of the world, and said lightly: "It's okay, let me take a look at the child first." ”

"Sir, please. Han Chang's face was respectful, and he turned sideways to greet Xuanyuan Wen.

In the house, the child's mother was resting on the bed, and the little one was picked up by the midwife and placed on a small bed, different from the cry of an ordinary child, the little one clenched his left hand, kept looking left and right, smiling, and seemed to be observing something.

Xuanyuan Wen entered the door with Blacksmith Han, and as soon as he raised his head, he saw a baby staring at him.

Looking at each other, Xuanyuan Wen suddenly felt that the True Yuan on his body began to operate on his own, and the faintly painful wound was like nectar sprinkled on the dry ground, and the injury actually improved in an instant.

Surprised, he walked quickly to the side of the small bed and looked at it carefully.

The baby's eyes are black and white, as if they have a crystal color, and the face is upright, and there is nothing brilliant about it.

But the left hand that does not move, and the right hand that is waved at will, are extremely coordinated, and there seems to be a mystery hidden in it.

Looking at the baby's movements, Xuanyuan Wen's artistic conception cultivation, which had not grown for many years, actually loosened a little, which was a sign of a breakthrough.

Xuanyuan Wen's face was as usual, but his heart was shaken, he couldn't imagine how this little baby could make him like this.

Xuanyuan Wen's eyes swept away, and it fell on the baby's left hand, and suddenly he felt something in his heart, the growth of artistic conception cultivation must be related to this left hand, and when he stretched out his hand, he was going to open the baby's left hand.

Blacksmith Han saw it in his eyes and didn't stop it, in fact, he was also very worried about whether there was something wrong with his son, otherwise why didn't he cry, and his hand always didn't let go.

Xuanyuan Wen's hand had just grasped the baby's left hand, and before he could make any movement, his eyes suddenly widened, as if he had seen something extremely frightened, and he retracted his hand like lightning.

Xuanyuan Wen looked at the smiling baby steadily, and after a long time, he turned his head and walked into the inner room.

Blacksmith Han then entered, and was about to ask for advice, but he saw the fortune teller looking at him directly, his eyes were a little dull, and after half a sound, he withdrew his gaze.

"Master Han, the contemptible people plan to live permanently on the Woniu Mountain behind Hanjia Village, after your youngest son is three years old, can you let me teach him to read and write?"

Originally, although Xuanyuan Wen pretended to be a mortal, the invisible arrogance in his bones could not be eliminated no matter what, but after entering the inner room, he no longer had any pride in his heart.

Han blacksmith was overjoyed, even if the son of the village chief learned to read and write, he had to go to the school in the city to borrow it.

"It's really rude, I didn't dare to ask rashly before, so I still don't know my husband's surname?"

"In the next compound surname Xuanyuan, a single name and a word, this life has been walking the world for more than 20 years, and now that he is older, he wants to find a place to spend the rest of his life. ”

"Mr. Xuanyuan, although my family is not very wealthy, the tuition that should be paid to Mr. will not be less, and my Han family will take care of Mr.'s life. ”

"There is no urgency in this matter, in the future, you will see if the child is successful in learning, and then it will not be too late to pay, as for the child's name, don't decide now. ”

"I have a hunch that the child will have his own ideas after he is three years old, and as for the child's life, I can't see it at the moment, but people will win the day, so don't worry too much about it. ”

"Mr. Gaoyi, I'm just an ironworker, I don't know how to repay Mr., if Mr. needs me in the future, I will never refuse. Han Blacksmith said, with tears in his eyes, and he was about to kneel and kowtow.

How could Xuanyuan Wen let him be like this, with a slight swing of his sleeves, Han Blacksmith couldn't kneel anymore, and suddenly understood in his heart, and no longer forced it, but looked at Xuanyuan Wen's eyes with more awe.

In the envious eyes of everyone, Han Blacksmith sent Xuanyuan Wen away from the entrance of Hanjia Village, Xuanyuan Wen went straight to Woniu Mountain not far behind the village, and soon came to the mountainside, there was no one here, and he couldn't hold back a mouthful of blood for a long time, and squirted out.

"What the hell is that, and why is there such a terrifying mood?"

......

Time passes, three years of time are fleeting, the luck of Hanjia Village in the past three years is very good, the wind and rain are smooth, the crops are harvested, and the surplus grain for the winter is naturally not to worry.

Even the number of wild beasts in the back mountains has increased a lot, and the harvest of the villagers hunting is about three or five percent more than before, and there is meat to eat from house to house, and meat is seen almost every day.

The son of the Han blacksmith family was almost three years old, and when he was born, the object he held in his left hand was a gray stone the size of a thumb's head, in the shape of six sides.

The gray stone has been hanging on his son's chest since he was a child, and only the blacksmith and his wife know about it, for fear of making everyone feel weird, they didn't dare to speak out, but after a long time, the blacksmith and his wife gradually disagreed.

The son's health is better than that of ordinary children, and he has hardly ever been sick, which makes the blacksmith and his wife very happy.

And the little guy likes to laugh, very cute, but rarely speaks, always likes to be silent, as if he is always thinking about something.

The night before his son's third birthday, Xuanyuan Wen arrived as scheduled, Han blacksmith was overjoyed, set up a banquet to entertain, Xuanyuan Wen did not shirk, for a while, the staggered planning, the guests and hosts were happy, and drank until the middle of the moon, before the banquet was dispersed.

Early the next morning, Xuanyuan Wen took out a bag from his arms and spread it on the table, which was full of variety, a bunch of small things, and all colors.

"This matter is called Catch Zhou, which was originally a common method used by fortune tellers to measure the life of a child when he was one year old, but your child's life is extremely peculiar, and I am not completely sure, so I use this method to test for him. ”

Blacksmith Han summoned his youngest son, "It's very simple, as long as you put your hand in, you can catch whichever you like, but you can only catch one." ”

The youngest son nodded, his little hand touched the baggage, and stretched out his palm, which was a black stone.

When Xuanyuan Wen saw this, he was shocked, but his face was still the same, "This soul stone, it is a treasure given by the master, and it was sealed in the deepest part of the storage bag by me, and non-second-order monks can't break this seal, how did this little guy take it out?"

Han Blacksmith said: "Sir, look at this ......"

"Master Han, it seems that your son has a relationship with Shi, this is his own choice, I think Han Shi's name is worthy. ”

"A single name and a stone character, little guy, are you willing?" the youngest son immediately nodded and looked at Blacksmith Han seriously.

Looking at the seriousness in his son's eyes, Blacksmith Han seemed to see himself when he was young, sighed, and said, "Okay, from today on, your name will be Han Shi." ”

Just after Han Shi was three years old, Xuanyuan Wen built a thatched house on Woniu Mountain, and Han Shi was brought by Han blacksmiths every day to learn to read and write.

Spring comes and goes, time flies, and it is another five years, in the early spring morning, the mist is misty, and a few birdsong sounds are heard from time to time on Woniu Mountain.

There was still snow on the treetops on the side of the road, and on the slippery mountain road, a slightly thin child was walking lightly.

The child was about eight or nine years old, and at this time his eyebrows showed a thoughtful look, and his hands were still gesturing with something, and the cliffs on both sides were as high as a hundred feet, as if he didn't care about it at all

"I don't know what Mr. is going to teach me today, what I am learning now is really difficult, I have practiced for half a month, and the circle drawn is not like a circle, and the square is not like a square, which is really embarrassing. ”

I was still thinking about it, but I heard a voice ringing in my ears, "Stone, half of the kung fu of a stick of incense has passed, if you don't go to the gate of the courtyard before the incense is extinguished, you don't need to learn it today." ”

Han Shi struck a spirit, looked around, no one saw him, kicked under his feet, and his speed skyrocketed, more than three times faster than the speed of ordinary children climbing the mountain with all their might, and rushed straight towards the top of the mountain.

Han Shi is eight years old this year, three years ago Han blacksmith was at the request of Xuanyuan Wen, he came up the mountain by himself, at first Han blacksmith quietly followed him, although Han Shi was young and weak, after climbing to the top of the mountain, he often sweated, his legs were weak, but his face never showed a look of fear.

In addition, there are no wild beasts on the mountain, and after Xuanyuan Wen showed a magical power in front of Han Blacksmith, Han Blacksmith finally put his mind at ease, and Han Shi went up the mountain by himself every morning.

On the top of Woniu Mountain, there is a place with pleasant scenery, from west to east, the thatched house is here, the front of the door is tied up with branches casually, and a fence courtyard is made, and there is a burning incense on the land at the entrance of the courtyard, only the length of the small fingernail is left.

Xuanyuan Wen stood outside the courtyard gate, his face was calm, looking into the distance, the mountain wind was hunting, his clothes were fluttering, his long hair was fluttering in the wind, and the whole person seemed to have an indescribable free and easy.

Han Shi's figure could already be seen in the distance, jumping between the mountain stone steps, as agile as an ape, Xuanyuan's eyes showed appreciation, but he whispered to himself: "At this speed now, if you can't go faster, Xiaoshi can go home today." ”

As if hearing this, Han Shi's speed suddenly skyrocketed again, and his whole person was almost like a forest sparrow, about to fly.

Xuanyuan Wen's eyes were still calm, "There are still three breaths, a distance of fifty zhang, it is already impossible, stone, it seems that it is good to teach you a lesson." ”

Looking at the incense that was about to be extinguished at the gate of the courtyard, Han Shi was in a hurry, as if he wanted to shout out loud in his heart.

Han Shi only felt that his chest was suddenly hot, and there was a stream of heat pouring into his whole body from his limbs and hundreds of bones, and a strange feeling appeared in his heart, as if these fifty zhang were like two steps, and they could be reached with light steps, as if they were close at hand.

At the moment when the incense was extinguished, in the courtyard, Han Shi appeared from the void, stumbled under his feet, sat down on the ground, his face was pale, and he looked at his hands and feet, but there was nothing unusual.

It's just that the feeling just now is like a white horse passing through a gap, although it is strange, but it can't be tasted, Han Shi rubbed his chest, and the hot feeling seemed to have residual warmth.

Xuanyuan Wen didn't move at all, still facing away from the courtyard gate, but there was a deep surprise in his expression.

"How can this kind of supernatural power appear in a child who has never cultivated the Tao? Han Shi, you really have a secret hidden in you, so it seems that the ten-year chance that the master said should be you!"

Han Shi's face flushed, he gasped a few times, jumped up from the ground, and pulled out a firewood knife from behind his waist.

"Sir, yesterday you asked me to bring a firewood knife to chop wood?"

Xuanyuan Wen turned around and looked at Han Shi's eyes carefully, "These eyes are exactly the same as when they were born, black and white, there is no trace of distraction in them, Xiaoshi, if it is possible, after a thousand years, will your eyes still look like this?"

"Master, do you want me to enter the path of cultivation with stones?"

Xuanyuan Wen closed the fence door, "Han Shi, from today on, I will no longer call you Shishi, and I will call you Han Shi in the future." ”

"Yes, sir. Han Shi had some doubts in his heart, but still nodded.

"In this morning's class, I will teach you how to chop wood. ”

"Sir, I would have known how to chop wood for a long time, I often help my father and mother at home, and my father also taught me to chop wood. ”

Xuanyuan Wen smiled, took a piece of Han Shi's hair, put it on the bluestone slab, took a piece of firewood to press the hair, and took Han Shi's firewood knife.

I saw Xuanyuan Wen wave lightly, as if the firewood knife itself was chopping with Xuanyuan Wen's hand, and the firewood was silently divided into two.

I saw that the section was smooth, like jade that had been played with for decades, and under the firewood, the bluestone slab was still bright and traceless, and obviously, the blade did not touch the stone surface.

And the hair that was divided into two made Han Shi's expression stagnant, this was not an ordinary cut from the middle, but along the direction of the hair, it was cut very evenly, and from a distance, one hair seemed to have become two, the length was not the same.

It's a miracle.

In Han Shi's stunned, Xuanyuan Wen took out an object from the house, "This thing is called Libra, it can be compared to the weight of the object, Han Shi, you put two pieces of firewood on both ends of the scale and try it." ”

"Sir, you are really good at this move, when can you teach me, this is much more powerful than climbing mountains and boxing, if I learn it, I will be able to do chivalrous and righteous battles, and fight the world with swords." ”

"Hey, sir, the scales are swinging non-stop, but there is not much difference between the two sides. ”

"Sir, stop, the two ends are generally high, does it mean that they are the same weight?"

Xuanyuan Wen didn't explain, put a hair strand on the firewood on the right, and saw the scales that were flat on both sides, and the left side quietly rose.

Xuanyuan Wen's eyes flashed, staring at Han Shi, "This is what I taught you to chop wood, and it is also your morning class in the future, when, this scale is flush on both sides, the firewood section is like jade, the hair is divided into two, and the bluestone is smooth as a mirror, even if you can chop wood." ”