After learning the truth of the matter, Han Ling wanted to change his evil and return to normal, but the hand of fate did not give him this opportunity.

One day when he was four years old, the county lieutenant finally couldn't stop him, and the governor traveled to hear the news and went to the blacksmith shop of the Han family.

It is said that although this Han family blacksmith shop is a place of craftsmen, it has a reputation in the township and county, in addition to the haunting of precocious children, but also because of Hansu's extraordinary attainments in sword casting. What is very mysterious is that the master Hansu never let people watch when he really started casting, and even accepted two apprentices only verbally for guidance. The weapons of the Han family are sold very widely, and the state pastor, who is a military general, wanted to ask for some magic weapons during the four-year routine inspection, and it stands to reason that there are only a dozen state pastors in the country who do not need to see a craftsman in person, but for this Han Ling, the state pastor cordially went to the countryside to comfort the masses.

It was a sunny afternoon, after receiving the notice from the local leader, the county governor, Han Su and the two apprentices in the store went out early to greet them, first swept the street in front of the door, then cleaned the façade, and finally woke up the sleeping Han Ling and led him out of the door to wait together.

Han Ling said that this kind of thing has never happened to Xiaosheng, maybe the state pastor will test himself for a while, will he be taken away for inhumane national training if he performs too well, or maybe the state pastor will reward something for the future stars in the jurisdiction......

I heard that I have been reported to the court as auspicious, if it weren't for the chaos in the court now, some false titles should have been sealed long ago, and it would be very good to think about it when it suddenly appeared in a bunch of rare birds and beasts, strange flowers and plants......

Han Ling in the scorching sun, this ghost world only summer and winter, the first rain and the first snow is the boundary between the two seasons, the first two days just after the heavy rain, the residual snow has disappeared, the temperature has risen in a straight line, people are accustomed to take off the cotton jacket and put on a single clothes. Even the clothing was unexpected, and people planted a crop called silk grass, and when it matured, one plant could pull out the old silk.

These were all told to him by Zhou Zhao, and the county lieutenant put the Hanjia blacksmith shop into Zhou Zhao's management area, and Zhou Zhao worked leisurely and often came to visit the family that the organization asked for special care. After Hansu, a good father in Shenzhou, began to teach him literacy, Zhou Zhao often brought him some villain books or something, saying that his boy was ten years old and these seven-year-old books were no longer needed, and it was just right to relieve your boredom at the age of four.

And I have gained some preliminary understanding of the world from these books, so that I will not make strange mistakes again...... Uh, how did you walk here!?

An old man in green clothes walked slowly in the sparse flow of people, and the county lieutenant was also accompanied by a civilian shirt, and the two of them were together to cry ghosts and gods, which made people suspect that the Great Qi Dynasty had a famine for three consecutive years.

There are no pawns who open the way and have a high-headed horse, Han Ling thinks about it, in such a hierarchical era, even the county lieutenant has to be careful to make friends with his family, I am afraid that it will be known, and the state pastor should be even more so.

Han Ling looked at his father beside him, still with an indifferent face, no sadness or joy, as if the whole world had nothing to do with him, and his face said, "What is the state pastor? Is it delicious?" and then looked at the excited apprentice next to him, Han Ling secretly said that everyone who forged swords was really different.

The two thin men walked up to the front with fluttering clothes, and Han Su was about to kneel to greet him, but was helped up by the county lieutenant. The county lieutenant trembled with two mouse whiskers and said with a smile: "Today, I will visit you as a friend, and I don't have to be formal." ”

Han Su nodded, but the two guys were about to faint happily, although this small city of Anqing is the first of several cities in the county, the county government station, but it can't even be ranked among the one hundred and eighty counties in Shenzhou with a population of more than 100 million, and the ordinary county lieutenants feel that something has happened to the ancestral tomb, and now seeing the state pastor seems to be no different from seeing the emperor.

The two were let into the front store by Han Su, the official sitting, the people standing, and Han Ling was led to the state pastor. Zhou Mu looked at the whitewashed jade doll in front of him curiously, only to feel that this little boy had clear eyebrows and a pleasing face, and he really lived up to the name of a prodigy, but it seemed to be far from his father's tough appearance.

The old man bowed down and asked with a smile, "Doll, what have you done recently......?" Listen to the old man?"

Han Ling thought about it and replied, "Look at the villain book." "I secretly said in my heart, hey, you can't find anything now.

The old man did not relent: "What does the book say?"

Han Ling picked up the content of this book, which has no deep meaning: "Flowers and plants become refined because of their wisdom." ”

The old man smiled and asked, "Have you learned anything from this?"

Han Ling was shocked, isn't this the bedtime mother story, do you expect me to realize something, the sword is one, yin and yang are born? Uncle, you squeeze the brain cells of children like this, do you really not want to be unhappy in your heart?

No, Han Ling made it up blindly: "Uh...... Flowers and trees all have aura, be kind to others and be kind to yourself, to have a grateful heart for all things, thank fate, thank you for ......" can't be written.

Lao Zhoumu's eyes were faintly shining, and he asked, "This is all what you think?"

Han Ling pretended to be pure: "That's right." Grandpa, am I saying something wrong?"

Sweating profusely: Oh my God, I'm leaking something!

The fragrance of tea in the house was overflowing, and the young man eagerly poured the expensive new tea that he had bought in the morning for the state pastor and the county lieutenant, and the old state pastor blankly picked up the tea bowl and muttered, the mist blurred his face and blurred the words: "The intrigues and tricks in the world, the martial arts conquest, all respond to the intention of forcible seizure, but I heard that the avenue is ......."

No one heard what he muttered, and the county lieutenant was close, but the look on his face said that Lord Zhou Mu was really wise and powerful, and I and other stupid mortals had to worship. Han Ling was shocked, but he heard the word Dadao clearly.

Could it be that Xiantu is a fairy road? Mom, the fairy road is a pleasure in helping others? Are you kidding me?

Han Su glanced at Han Ling, who looked dazed, with a hint of sadness in his eyes.

Dad! I really don't blame me! This is all made up by the uncle's own brain, and you don't understand God's assist! I don't understand either!

Zhou Mu couldn't come back as soon as he came out, and Han Ling had a sore hand for him after serving the tea bowl for so long, and the county lieutenant coughed, and then he came back to his senses.

Han Ling Xiaoyi explained: "I'm just casually talking about where there are so many coincidences......"

Sudden mutation!

Zhou Mu lowered his eyes, the tea bowl fell lightly on the table, the hairband cracked, and the white hair was automatically released to the surroundings without wind. The air pressure in the hall was steeply low, and a silent coercion emanated from the state pastor, the door slammed shut, the old man's forehead was bruised, his hands hooked back into claws, his sleeves were shattered into dust, and it was like an invisible flame burning, slowly disappearing into the air.

Han Ling pulled everyone back, waiting for Zhou Mu to transform, but he only puffed out his muscles for a while, and it ended without even performing a performance or anything.

When Zhou Mu opened his eyes, the momentum around him changed faintly. If it was a sharp sword hidden in a scabbard before, with a sharp edge, now it is a kind of gentleness that is difficult to describe, like an idle cloud and a wild crane, or a slow flowing river, but it is impossible to despise.

The old man smiled: "Boy, come with me." ”

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