Hate and love are like withering and glory!

Han Shi's eyes were thorough, and his artistic conception of withering glory was growing silently at this moment, even Zhou Yi, who was close at hand, did not notice anything.

Zhou Yi's words, at this point, his expression returned to calm, everything in the past, at this moment, is like the drifting white clouds, will eventually be blown away in the wind!

Han Shi got up in silence and bowed to Zhou Yi, "Disciple Han Shi, one day he will set foot in the realm of Chengding, and he will go to Northern Xuanzong to seek justice for his master." ”

The aura of goodwill from the depths of the spring sea, Han Shi didn't say it, this matter is not clear, it is really unwise to make a rash conclusion, perhaps, it will bring more pain to the master.

All this, one day, he will personally go to the Northern Xuanzong to find out everything.

Zhou Yi smiled, there was a strong sense of relief in his smile, Han Shi's words, with soaring pride, fell on the ears of others, it was just a lie, but on the contrary, he Zhou Yi just believed it.

Zhou Yi could see that Han Shi had already intended to leave, this Xuanyang Gate was just a sad place for him, rather than forcing Han Shi to stay here, it was better to let him look at the world.

Zhou Yi did not forget that in Han Shi's heart, in addition to the injury of Qingmei, there was also the idea of hating his father and mother, no matter what, it was impossible for Han Shi to stay in Xuanyangmen for a long time.

His disciples are like dragons, and the vast world is the world that dragons yearn for.

Three days later, when the morning glow was full of sky, Zhou Yi left, and this time, he didn't know when he would return to Luoyun Peak.

Han Shi stood on Luo Yun Peak, watching Zhou Yi's figure gradually disappear into the distance, not only did his eyes not dim, but became brighter and brighter, he almost forgot that now the peak master of Luo Yun Peak was no longer the master, but himself.

Whether to go or stay, just ask yourself.

Master is going to travel the world, not to exile himself, but to let go of the past one by one, and then enter the red dust.

"Northern Xuanzong ......," Han Shi muttered, his eyes were full of brilliance, like the rising sun.

A few days later, Han Shi's figure quietly disappeared from Luo Yun Peak, and when he reappeared, it was thousands of miles away.

The supernatural power that is close at the end of the world, as Han Shi's cultivation enters the late Yuan Infant stage, the distance that can be crossed has far exceeded the teleportation supernatural power of ordinary Yuan Infant monks.

In the entire Xuanyang Gate, only Elder Luo Honghui had a vague sense, and the rest of the Yuanying Elders were unaware of this.

The entire Luo Yun Peak was shrouded in a strange force, and once an ordinary disciple approached, a gentle force would be born, slowly pushing the people who approached away.

On Qi Yunfeng, Han Yu walked out of the retreat, looked at the direction of Luo Yunfeng, and sighed, Han Shi's departure, he had already expected it,

If it weren't for Han Shi's spiritual sense and saying goodbye to him, he wouldn't have known that Han Shi would leave at this moment.

"Go all the way......" Han Yu looked into the distance and stood for a long time.

......

......

Han Shi's figure appeared in front of a dilapidated thatched house on the top of Woniu Mountain, the bamboo fence in front of the house could no longer see its original appearance, more than 100 years ago, he was here, with Xuanyuan Wen reading and reasoning, and ...... Sharpening!

At that time, it seems that it is really very immature now, but it contains the truth of Han Shi's quest.

Han Shi's gaze slowly fell on the village at the foot of the mountain, where the smoke curls up, and that is Hanjia Village.

Today's Hanjia Village, compared with a hundred years ago, is much larger, almost not like a village, but a small city.

All this is only because there are two immortals in Hanjia Village, one is Han Yu, who was adopted by Mrs. Wang in the west of the village, and the other is Han Shi, the son of Han Blacksmith.

Since then, the scale of Hanjia Village has expanded year by year, and decades ago, Han Yu, one of the two immortals, had returned to Hanjia Village, which made the scale of Hanjia Village explode, and now, there is a faint atmosphere of a small town.

But no matter how it expands, there are two places in Hanjia Village that will never change, one is the former residence of Mrs. Wang in the west of the village, and the other is the blacksmith shop of the Han blacksmith.

No matter how arrogant and domineering a person is, before these two places, he must also be restrained, and he does not dare to act a little presumptuously, just because this is the former residence of the two immortals in Hanjia Village.

At this moment, the entire Hanjia Village is full of lights, just because today is the one hundred and twenty-second birthday of the old village chief.

The old village chief is the oldest person in the entire Hanjia Village, according to legend, he has fought side by side with two immortals, and is a legend of the Hanjia Village, and the current Hanjia Village head Han An is the great-grandchild of the old village chief.

Han Shi's figure appeared in front of the blacksmith shop, and when he swept it at a glance, he could see that the entire blacksmith shop, including the backyard, was shrouded by a faint layer of prohibition, which could make the former residence of the Han family in the wind and rain without the slightest impact, even those ironware, in the past hundred years, there was not the slightest trace of rust, and it was still cold and shining, as if it had just been typed by the Han blacksmith.

These prohibitions were difficult for Han Shi to stop him for half a point, but his feet seemed to be frozen on the ground, and it was difficult to move.

A hundred years ago, the scene of reuniting with my father and mother seemed to be just yesterday at this moment.

On this crowded street, Han Shi stood in front of the blacksmith shop, his eyes were full of memories, and he seemed to have returned to the past in a trance.

Han Shi's strange appearance suddenly attracted the attention of several eyes, and almost every three or five days, there would be people who looked at Han Shi's former residence like this, staying in front of the former residence, and leaving for a long time.

After a long time, these Xuanyang Sect disciples gradually disagreed, often only after a little gaze, they withdrew their gaze, and they didn't even need to appear, just with the invisible forbidden power outside their former residence, it was enough to make these people retreat.

But today, it is obviously different, just because, after standing for a long time, this person actually walked towards Han Shi's former residence, and the prohibition that shrouded the former residence did not have the slightest trace of obstruction, allowing this person to pass through.

"Look for death!"

There was a burst of shouts, and in front of the blacksmith shop, three figures appeared out of thin air, blocking Han Shi's whereabouts, and at the same time, three other people were galloping from the west of the village.

The person who is the leader of the three is an old man, the early cultivation of Yuan Dan, behind the old man are two young people, the middle stage of foundation building, these three people, all Xuanyangmen monks, three years ago, on the order of the elder Taishang, came here to replace the disciples of the Ning Yuan period who originally guarded here.

At this moment, the old man's face sank like water, staring at Han Shi, his expression was not good, the cultivation of the Yuan Dan Realm was only slightly exposed, and suddenly, in front of the entire blacksmith shop, it was full of murderous intent, and the ancestor's spiritual sense had already locked on Han Shi, as long as he made a slight move, he would make a move.

"Who are you who dare to break into the former residence of my Xuanyangmen ancestor?"

The two young monks also snorted coldly, and sacrificed their flying swords, pointing at Han Shi from afar.

A hundred years ago, when Han Shi became a disciple of Luo Yunfeng, this old man was already a disciple of Xuanyangmen, at that time he was a cultivator of Ning Yuan, speaking of which, he also had to be regarded as Han Shi's senior brother, as for the two young monks, they became disciples of Xuanyangmen ninety years ago, and they only heard others mention the name of Han Shi, and they didn't have much impression.

It wasn't until three years ago that Han Shi wiped out 100,000 Tang clans with his own strength, so that Han Shi's name was known to everyone in the Jin Kingdom.

Even the Taishang Elder of Xuanyang Gate had to honor Han Shi's predecessor, and the name of the ancestor came from this.

It's just that although the three of them know Han Shi's name, they haven't seen Han Shi's true face.

The outfits of these three people, Han Shi just glanced at them, and he could see that they were Qi Yunfeng's disciples.

In this matter, Luo Honghui is very thoughtful. ”

In silence, Han Shi showed a faint smile, took one step, passed through the blockade formed by the three of them, and walked into the blacksmith shop.

Among the three, the two young monks stood in place, and there was no reaction to this matter, only the old man's face changed, and he seemed to feel a breeze passing through his ears, and the young man in green shirt in front of him was gradually fading.

All this is like lightning and fire!

"Thank you for guarding my home!"

In the ears of the three people, Han Shi's voice sounded, and with a soft force, he rolled up the three of them and returned to the house not far from the blacksmith shop, and in the hands of the three of them, there was an extra jade bottle at the same time.

At the same time, the three of them only felt that in their minds, there was suddenly an understanding of breaking through the realm, which was extremely rare for low-level monks, equivalent to senior monks, guiding them hand in hand, and finally breaking through, the whole process, there was almost no danger.

And the elixir in the jade bottle will make them break through the realm and increase their grasp by three percent again, which is equivalent to the fact that the three of them are almost ten percent sure that they can step into the next level of realm.

The two young men were just foundation building monks, and setting foot in Yuan Dan was the biggest challenge for them before condensing Yuan Ying, but now, this matter seemed to be as easy as piercing the window paper, and the eyes of the two of them were filled with joy almost at the same time.

The old man is completely different, he has stayed in the early stage of Yuan Dan for decades, and he has not advanced an inch, with his qualifications, I am afraid that there is no possibility of setting foot in Yuan Ying in this life, and it is precisely because of this that he was sent here.

Unexpectedly, the young man in green shirt gave him such a great transformation just by raising his hand, and with what this person said, the identity of this young man in green shirt was already about to come out.

"This person is actually Han Shi, the ancestor of Xuanyangmen------. ”

The old man's eyes were full of surprise, and he was immediately covered in ecstasy, and he exuded a spiritual sense, and went straight to the three people who galloped from the west of the village.

Immediately, the two young monks behind the old man also quickly sobered up from their surprise and looked shocked.

Looking at the figure in the green shirt walking slowly in the blacksmith shop opposite, the three of them were silent for a long time, indeed, only Han Shi is qualified to enter this place.

Just because this is his home!

Passing through the blacksmith shop and coming to the backyard, the color of remembrance in Han Shi's eyes was stronger, here, he left the memory of fifteen years of time, the playfulness and happiness of childhood, the serious eyes of reading later, the sweat of wielding a firewood knife like rain, the smell of the cigarette bag and pot in his father's hand, the fragrance of the food cooked by his mother, and the sound of clanging iron and the voice of the neighbors from the blacksmith shop in front......