All of this made Han Shi seem to have returned to the beginning.

Han Shi stood in the courtyard for a long time, raised his head slightly, and let the sun shine on his face.

The warmth in this sunshine is the same as it was back then, but people are no longer there!

Han Shi imprinted his hands on the wall, stroking the rough wall, retrieving the memory hidden in his mind, his gaze fell on a bluestone slab in the courtyard, more than a hundred years ago, he was in front of this bluestone slab, tasting Mr. Xuanyuan's knife.

Han Shi pulled out a strand of hair, took a firewood and stood on top of it, picked up the firewood knife that was placed aside, rolled up his sleeves, and chopped it straight down.

With this knife, he didn't use the slightest yuan power, as well as half of his supernatural powers, and even his spiritual sense was completely restrained, and he only used the power of his arms.

The blade fell, without a sound, as delicate as a slice into clotted fat, and the firewood slowly split in two, revealing the hair underneath, as well as the still smooth bluestone surface.

This scene is just like Xuanyuan Wen's knife back then.

The two pieces of firewood are the same size, and the section is as smooth as ancient jade, but the hair is still intact, and it has not been cut in two, Han Shi shook his head slightly with a wry smile, with his cultivation, if he uses his supernatural powers, it is not difficult to do this, the difficulty is difficult, to achieve perfection with the power of mortal flesh, it is extremely difficult.

The longer Han Shi cultivated, the more he felt that Mr. Xuanyuan's strength had not been measured before, but now he realized that the path of cultivation was really long.

Han Shi twisted his hair lightly and muttered, "This knife, I still can't cut it......"

Looking at the hair fluttering in the wind, Han Shi's eyes showed confusion, and even he didn't know if he really couldn't cut this hair.

Perhaps, in his heart, there was an inaudible voice that kept echoing, telling him not to cut off that hair.

If it is broken, it will be like a broken fate!

"I'm slashing, is it really this......" Han Shi looked at the shadow under his feet and muttered to himself.

Some things, even life and death and reincarnation, are constantly cut, just like this shadow, no matter life and death, no matter reincarnation, it cannot be cut off.

In this case, there is no need to cut it off, just let everything stay in your heart, those who should go go, and those who should stay stay!

Every corner of the house, every layer of dust, came into Han Shi's eyes, and he could see that there were people in every room to clean and dust off, but there would still be some places where there was still dust left.

Han Shi's calm face suddenly had a smile, it is these dusts that make this place still retain the original atmosphere, just like when his mother taught him to sweep the floor, sweep what should be swept, forget what can't be swept, don't force it.

How can there be a house without dust?

After a long time, Han Shi walked out of the house, walked through the courtyard, and walked to the blacksmith shop in front.

Picking up the hammer on the anvil with his right hand, Han Shi carefully looked at the slight cracks on the hammer, which were the traces left by his father in hammering the iron tool again and again, on the anvil, there was still an iron tool that had not been beaten, looking at its shape, it should be an iron knife.

Han Shi's heart moved, his fingertips flicked slightly, and the fire that had been extinguished for a hundred years rose again, and the iron tongs picked up the half-formed iron knife and probed into the furnace fire.

After a short time, the iron knife was completely burned red, and it was clamped by Han Shi with iron tongs, and the iron hammer was raised in his right hand and beaten.

This knife, after a hundred years apart, Han Shi wants to finish fighting for his father, which is the only joint work of father and son.

"Jingle Bell...... Jingling...... Jingle ......"

As soon as the hammer fell, Han Shi's forehead gradually became sweaty, and in the same way, he didn't use any supernatural powers, just relying on the power of his body, just like his father did back then.

A long time has passed, and Han Shi is soaking wet, but the iron knife has not yet taken shape.

Han Shi's eyes were condensed, thoughtful, and he really felt his father's hardship when he smashed down the hammer one by one.

Ask yourself, although he has sympathy for these ordinary people, but deep in his heart, there is also a trace of deep contempt, as his cultivation improves, he is invincible, and his contempt for mortals will only get worse.

He still remembered that his father had fought many iron knives like this, and at most, he had hit more than 20 pieces a day.

And he, who has been fighting for nearly an hour, a simple iron knife, always feels a little worse, not as coordinated as his father's shot, but he can't tell what is wrong.

For a long time, looking at the iron knife that sizzled in the cold water and turned into black and gray, Han Shi shook his head slightly, this way, he is indeed much worse than his father.

Han Shi originally thought that Mr. Xuanyuan's wood-chopping kung fu was a powerful supernatural power that was the best in the world, but at this moment, he realized that there are thousands of avenues in this world, and even if he cultivates to a higher level, he will be inferior to others.

For example, this iron, although he Han Shi is already a Yuanying monk, if he doesn't use supernatural powers, he really can't compare to his father who is a mortal.

If he Han Shi cultivates the supreme immortal path, then his father's cultivation is the way of striking iron.

The Tao, what is the Tao?

Han Shi stood in the courtyard, with the iron knife in his hand, looking at the red sun that was gradually sinking in the west, silent, the handle of this knife came from his father's hand, but the blade was refined by Han Shi.

At this moment, under the light of the twilight, all kinds of discomfort are extremely obvious.

"If the hilt of the sword is the way of the father, then the blade is the way of mine, and now, the two ways are fused together into one inseparable sword. ”

"Is this the way?" In thought, Han Shi's figure disappeared from his former residence, and today, he was going to meet an old friend.

......

In the ancestral hall of the Han family, Han Zaixing's eyebrows were lowered, and he sat alone on the Taishi chair, he was in the main position, and he was the highest ranking person in the Han family, and no one was qualified to sit at the same table with him.

Han Zaixing's slightly opened eyes looked a little cloudy, and he looked at the faces on the banquet, and he was a little unhappy.

The banquet that surrounded him were all people with old faces, the most familiar of them were the people surnamed Han who were of his grandson's generation, and even so, most of these people were in their seventies and eighties, all of them were gray-haired, and they looked like people of the same generation as him.

In fact, he likes to sit with those young people and make jokes, so that he feels like he is back to his youth.

It's just that his seniority is too high, even if he sits down in the past, it will only make those Han juniors look nervous, as if they are facing a great enemy, in addition to respect, they will only converge, and in this way, it will be boring.

Han Zaixing sighed lightly, there are some things that can only be enjoyed among peers.

There are three old people about 100 years old, sitting in the second seat, and they also came to celebrate Han Zaixing's birthday today, except for Han Zaixing, the entire Hanjia Village has the highest ranking of these three people, but Han Zaixing's birthday, even if the three of them are 100 years old, they are still juniors, and they dare not act a little presumptuous.

Although Han An is the head of Hanjia Village, in the Han family, he is the great-grandson of Han Zaixing, and he can only sit in the main seat of the fourth banquet.

Further down there are the fifth, sixth and seventh feasts, which can be said to be seven generations in the same hall, of which the sixth and seventh feasts have been fused together, just because according to generations, the owners of the seventh feast are all children of several years old, and there are even those who are waiting to be fed.

In fact, there are the eighth and ninth banquets, and these two banquets are the largest, the eighth is for people with the surname Han in Hanjia Village, and the ninth is for visitors from Hanjia Village.

This is the rule of Hanjia Village, and the Han family attaches great importance to seniority.

In the past 30 years, the person with the highest rank in Hanjia Village is Han Zaixing, and when Han Yuanshan was alive thirty years ago, Han Zaixing also had to be respectful as a junior.

Today, Han Yuanshan's spiritual seat has been in the ancestral hall for 30 years.

The ancestral hall of the Han family occupies a huge area, and the innermost one is the tablet of the ancestors of the Han family, which has been cultivated for more than 80 years, and above these tablets, there are two immortal tablets, one for Han Yu and one for Han Shi!

In Hanjia Village, all the descendants of the Han family have to enter the ancestral hall several times a year to worship the ancestors of the Han family, and for these two immortal tablets, they are extremely solemn, and they almost dare not breathe.

Han Zaixing's birthday, so that the scale of the nine banquets, in the past three years, has been increasing, of which the first seven except for some newborn babies, little change, the eighth more than double the number of people, and the ninth is the number of skyrocketing, almost nearly 8,000 tables, still unable to accommodate a steady stream of visitors, fortunately, the eighth and ninth banquets are placed in the open air, not placed in the Han ancestral hall, only need to temporarily increase the tables and chairs, so that the ninth banquet, so that the guests will not have no seats.

The identities of the guests of this ninth banquet are extremely mixed, except for people from a few nearby villages, people from all over the Jin Kingdom, and even guests from farther away, most of these people are either rich or noble, and there are even some disciples sent by the Xiuzhen Sect, after they knew the relationship between Han Zaixing and Han Yu Han Shi, they held a gesture of goodwill, lowered their bodies and sent disciples to congratulate Han Zaixing on his birthday.

But no one dares to be presumptuous at this moment, otherwise once he offends Han Zaixing, the ancestor of the Han clan, it will be equivalent to offending Han Yu and Han Shi.

The name of Han Yu alone is enough to make most people's hearts shattered, and this person's identity is already the largest sect in the Jin Kingdom, Xuanyangzi, the head of Xuanyang Gate.

And that Han Shi made countless people dare not face the name of this person, the soul of the 100,000 Tang clan was suppressed by this person with a cloud-breaking peak, and as the identity of the 100,000 Tang clan before his death, and the intricate relationship with various forces gradually surfaced, the shock brought by it did not decrease but increased.

Han Shi has an extra layer of mysterious aura on top of the peerless murderous name, especially after this person left from Xuanyang Gate, there are countless people who are paying attention to this matter, expecting to see Han Shi's true face.

No one noticed that a young man in a green shirt was standing not far away, quietly smiling at the crowded birthday banquet.