Blacksmith Han retracted his gaze, but he didn't dare to look at it again, he smoked several puffs of cigarette in a row, coughed a few times, and continued with a slight tremor in his voice: "The wild boar disappeared as he ran, and the stone suddenly found that there was a white mist around him, so he prepared to go back along the road he came, but the white fog became thicker and thicker, and gradually he couldn't see left and right clearly, and the stone got lost. ”

"Alright, that's all for today, you dolls go home. ”

Everyone was hearing the highlights, and before they knew it, it was getting late, and everyone smiled, nodded with the blacksmith Han, and led their children back, and before half a ring, the crowd dispersed.

Only a few people can see that the look of blacksmith Han today suddenly seems to be in a little trance.

Blacksmith Han sat motionless with his back to the sunset, adding some tobacco to the cigarette pouch, but his hand was always shaking slightly, and the tobacco was scattered a lot, but he didn't notice it.

He never dared to look back, he didn't dare to believe that scene, how many times, he was wrong, this time, if it was fake, he would be sleepless all night tonight.

The sunset was more oblique, and Blacksmith Han turned his back to the sunset, looking down at the ground, only to see his shadow, gradually elongating.

It's just that suddenly, he saw that beside him, there was an extra shadow, which gradually attached to his shadow, and the blacksmith Han never spoke, but the trembling of his fingertips became more intense.

I don't know why, at the moment I saw this shadow, there was an indescribable cordiality, as if that cordiality was no longer just in the sound and smile, even the shadow in the sunset was connected with his blood.

"Daddy, the stone is back. ”

Han Blacksmith's hand shook, the cigarette pouch and pot fell to the ground, he slowly turned around, looked at the slender young man in front of him, and between his eyebrows, he could see the shadow of the rare little Han Shi.

With a sour heart and tears almost bursting out of his eyes, Blacksmith Han swallowed his saliva with difficulty, blinked vigorously, suddenly turned his face stiff, and shouted: "I saw you hiding next to me just now, do you think my father can't see you?"

Han Shi's face trembled slightly, and he smiled lightly: "Didn't you listen to your father's story just now, how dare Shi interrupt, but I didn't expect that my father's story would be so good." ”

"Since I was a child, my father has never told me stories like this, but it is rare to hear it today, but it fascinates the stone. ”

Blacksmith Han coughed dryly, tried hard to keep his face on the floor, stared at Han Shi, half a sound, and sighed lightly: "It's been five years, my father is fine, but your mother misses you day and night, and the whole person has lost a lot of weight." ”

While the father and son were talking, Han Shiniang came from the backyard and wanted to ask Han Blacksmith to go back to the house for dinner, but as soon as she stepped out of the door, she saw a slender young man in a light blue cloth shirt, looking at her intently.

The young man's eyes were clear, and there was a sense of cordiality and familiarity between his eyebrows, the two looked at each other, Han Shiniang's whole body gradually trembled, and her feet stumbled slightly, as if she had no strength to walk, and before she could speak, she saw tears falling down the corners of her eyes.

"You, you ......"

Pointing at Han Shi, the mother was confused, incoherent, Han Shi hurriedly stepped forward, held the mother, and looked at the admiration in Han Shi's eyes.

It's just that this cry contains joy, and the blacksmith Han watched the mother and son hug their heads and cry, took a few puffs of cigarettes, and the sorrow in his heart had long since disappeared.

In the middle of the sound, Han Shi took a step back from his mother's arms, knelt on the ground towards the two of them, and kowtowed three heads firmly, "The stone is not filial, and today I will return, so my father and mother are worried." ”

Blacksmith Han and Han Shi Niang took Han Shi's hand and helped Han Shi up, and the three of them looked at each other and couldn't help laughing happily.

Looking at the dishes on the table, Han Shi's heart was slightly sour, the original meals of his father and mother were just porridge and side dishes, but after he came back, his mother immediately re-raised the stove, and after a lot of work, he made many dishes, and these were all dishes that Han Shi loved when he was a child.

Daddy's doting eyes, and the taste on the tip of the tongue that belongs to the memory, made Han Shi seem to have returned to his childhood in a trance.

"Stone, back then, you, Han Yu, and Han Zaixing went to Dongyun City with your Uncle Yuanshan, and later your Uncle Yuanshan took Han Zaixing back from Dongyun City and told us that you and Han Yu were favored by the immortals and went to a place called Xuanyangmen, and to this day, it has been five years. ”

"How have you been doing in Xuanyang Gate in the past five years?" said Han Blacksmith, taking a sip of wine, looking at Han Shi.

"The stone is fortunate to be accepted as a personal disciple by the Xuanyang Gate Elder Zhou, and the master favors me and teaches the immortal method, and now the stone is a real immortal. ”

The smile on Han Shi's face was a little proud, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and under a little finger, the wine jug on the table actually floated, as if it was held by an invisible hand, and poured a glass of wine for Han Blacksmith.

Blacksmith Han was better, after all, he had seen Xuanyuan Wen show a few hands before, and Han Shi Niang was stunned when she saw this, and only came back to her senses after half a ring, and looked at Han Shi in surprise, and the pity in her eyes became heavier.

The three of them seemed to have endless words, and a home-cooked meal was eaten from late evening until late at night.

In the past five years, Han Shi has happened bit by bit, no matter how big or small, when Han Shi said it, Han Blacksmith and his wife felt Han Shi's joys, sorrows and sorrows as if they were in their shoes, and between asking and answering, they unconsciously it was almost midnight.

At night, Han Shi picked out two of them from the Gu Ben Dan he carried, dissolved them in water, let his father and mother take them, and then used his vitality to push the palace for the two of them to activate the blood and dissolve the medicinal power.

Although this move cannot allow my father and mother to enter the path of cultivating immortals, it is no problem to prolong life and be healthy.

It's not that there are no other pills Han Shi, but I don't dare, my father's body is already old, if I take it forcibly, even if I am young and strong, it will be difficult to withstand the fierce medicinal power.

The matter of Han Shi's return soon spread, Han blacksmith for this matter, a big feast, entertaining all the villagers in the village, Han Shi's name has spread widely in the past five years, not to mention the people of Han Village, even some villages near Han Jia Village, there are also people who come here, in this regard, Han Blacksmith is also quite polite, the same hospitality.

As soon as Han Yuanshan saw Han Shi, he laughed, and when he swung his fist, Han Shi did not avoid it, and his fist smashed into Han Shi's chest, causing a muffled sound.

Han Shi smiled bitterly, Uncle Yuanshan is still so burly and powerful, if it weren't for the fact that he had grown a little in the past few years, this punch would immediately make him suffer a little.

Han Shi bowed down and bowed, this worship is the opportunity that Han Yuanshan brought to him, and the kindness that Han Yuanshan brought to him, he is by no means a person who does not repay his kindness, he will be successful in cultivating immortals by himself one day, and he will definitely have the opportunity to repay Han Yuanshan.

As Han Yuanshan's deputy, today's Han Zaixing no longer has the slightest sense of stubbornness, but has more majesty.

Five years ago, Han Zaixing was depressed for a while after returning from the failure of the Dongyun City Xianmen Competition, but under the continuous guidance of Han Yuanshan, he soon regained his strength, and now in the hunting team of Hanjia Village, Han Zaixing is the most brave and calm, and no one is unconvinced, compared with Han Zaixing five years ago, he has been reborn.

Old friends see each other, now it is a world of difference, although Han Zaixing has a wry smile on his face, but the momentum of his whole body has not diminished, Han Shi calmly looked at him, half a sound, both of them showed a tacit smile on their faces, both raised their glasses, and drank it all.

In the past few days, Hanjia Village has been like a festival, and all the villagers are extremely happy for the return of Han Shi, an immortal.

During this period, Han Shi went to Woniu Mountain, stood on the top of the mountain, and looked at the bright moon from afar.

Seven years ago, Xuanyuan Wen left here and returned to Qingyunxing.

And seven years later, he Han Shi has already stepped into the path of cultivation, and one day, he will have the power to cross the galaxy and go to the distant Qingyun Star.

Standing stupidly all night, Han Shi looked at the dew on the tips of his hair, and a faint smile appeared on his face, but there seemed to be something more in his eyes.

In this tranquility, time flies very quickly, and the time of more than 20 days is like a flick of a finger.

Looking at his father and mother, who were all right, Han Shi secretly laughed in his heart, it must be because he missed his parents too much, so he had the conjecture that his parents were in danger, but now, it is time to return to the sect.

The time for Xuanyang disciples to return to their hometowns to visit relatives generally does not exceed ten days, Han Shi, as a personal disciple, can make an exception to extend it to one month, and if he does not move today, he will exceed the time limit and will be punished by the door rules, which even the master cannot shelter.

Under the old locust tree at the entrance of the village, the blacksmith and his wife stood quietly and walked here from their home, but they walked for an hour only two miles.

Looking at Han Shi's figure that kept turning back and waving, but gradually disappeared away, until he completely disappeared into the distance, it would take another five years to see his son.

The two looked at each other with tears in their eyes, holding hands and speechless, for a long time, Han blacksmith wiped away the tears for Han Shiniang, and the two supported each other and returned home.