This year's winter was extremely cold, and seven or eight of the ten days were filled with snowflakes in the sky, but this cold, in front of Shimei, was dispelled by the fiery atmosphere.

Han Shi hovered in mid-air with a hammer in his right hand, and the strong muscles on his arm were like rocks, and the green tendons in it burst out, giving people an unshakable sense of majesty.

Motionless like a mountain, moving like a flash of thunder, only to see a black light, faster than lightning, slammed heavily on the anvil, suddenly made the whole anvil make a bell, trembling slightly, and then did not move.

This is the scene in the eyes of the people who walked in front of the blacksmith shop, all of them nodded secretly, this Han blacksmith's craftsmanship is really worthy of its name, judging from his iron-striking actions alone, it is far better than other blacksmiths too much, no wonder more and more people come to his house to buy ironware.

But if someone walks into the blacksmith's shop, it will be a completely different feeling, the seemingly stationary anvil is actually trembling at a speed far beyond the scope of the naked eye, but the range of swing is extremely small, and from a distance, it seems to be motionless.

At this moment, if anyone touches this anvil with their hands, they will be affected by the tremor, and the whole person will turn into a cloud of green smoke in an instant, disappearing between heaven and earth.

A low sound similar to thunder echoed in the shop, and when the door came out, there was an invisible barrier that stopped the sound and did not show a single bit.

Xu Shan sat aside, nodded slightly, and showed an expression of almost enjoyment on his face, this winter, almost every few days, he could see Han Shi making a breakthrough in this way of striking iron.

The so-called layman looks at the lively, the insider looks at the doorway, he came here to see Han Shi striking iron, what he saw in his eyes was not the monotonous repetition in the eyes of others, but a kind of understanding of heaven and earth, that is the process of knowledge and action gradually becoming one, which is wonderful, not everyone can appreciate it.

In the eyes of many people, that is, he, an eccentric old man, will sit in Han's blacksmith's shop all day long and watch him strike iron.

The ironware made by the blacksmith Han is indeed good, but it does not mean that they are willing to stay in the blacksmith shop.

After a while, the anvil was completely still, and the entire table was smaller out of thin air, but it emitted a wisp of green brilliance, giving people a thicker and more solid feeling, Han Shi's palm stroked, and the spiritual power that was originally wrapped in the anvil was instantly and silently withdrawn.

Han Shi looked up, picked up the wine jug, took a sip, and said with a smile: "Uncle Xu, the snow hasn't stopped yet, or we'll have a drink at noon." ”

Xu Shan nodded, pointed to the wooden bench opposite, and motioned for Han Shi to sit down, "The old man has been an emperor for forty years, and he doesn't dare to say that he knows everything, but to put it bluntly, on this Northern Xuan Star, few people can compare with the old man in terms of thinking about this heaven and earth." ”

"Five years ago, the old man went into hiding, I thought that this life would end here, but I didn't expect to know you, and what I didn't expect was that there were many things you learned that even the old man had never heard of. ”

"The old man has a wish, Han Shi, are you willing to help me?" Xu Shan's eyes showed a deep light and looked at Han Shi.

"Uncle Xu, if there is anything, you might as well speak up. Han Shi remained silent and said slowly.

"In the life of the old man, although there are 3,000 registered disciples, there are only more than 70 personal disciples, and among these more than 70 people, there are only three people who can obtain the essence of the old man's knowledge. ”

Even if these three people are already Confucian scholars, but in the eyes of the old man, they have not yet understood the charm of the old man's enlightenment of heaven and earth, not that these three people are insincere, nor are they not smart enough, but they lack a kind of heroism that faces everything. ”

"These three people, one is stupid, one is clumsy, one is quiet, the three realms are different, in the eyes of secular people, it is already an unattainable realm, but the disappointment of the old man is that the three of them will be trapped by these three realms in this life, and they will not be able to enter an inch. ”

"The old man resigned from the emperor and retired to his hometown, and there was no reason for that disappointment, the world is so big, no one can really inherit the mantle of the old man, plus I had a promise in the past, this Qingcheng, the old man must come back. ”

Han Shi's heart moved, but he didn't ask, and listened quietly.

"Han Shi, your Uncle Xu is already old, and it is God's favor to meet you, are you willing to pass on the mantle of the old man?"

Han Shi glanced up at Xu Shan, pondered for a long time, and said, "Uncle Xu, I won't tell you, I already have a teacher......

Xu Shan waved his hand and laughed heartily, "It's okay, how can the old man be a layman, those worldly views, Hugh has to mention again, those disciples who follow the old man, I have never forbidden them to accept other thoughts, there are three thousand avenues in this world, how can one person be enlightened?"

"What's more, the old man can see that your teacher must be cultivating immortals and cultivating the Tao and other magical spells, and there is no conflict with the old man's idea of understanding heaven and earth, and even, not only does there be no conflict, but it can make you understand what cultivation is from different angles. ”

"What's more, the old man never mentioned accepting you as a disciple, so why should you refuse?"

Xu Shan took a deep breath, glanced around the blacksmith shop, and said again: "The old man doesn't care about the false name of the master and apprentice, I just hope that you can pass on the fire of the old man's thoughts, and this is enough." ”

"I will always be your Uncle Xu. ”

Han Shi looked at the serious look on Xu Shan's old face, and in a trance, he seemed to have some resemblance to Master Zhou Yi's face.

After a long time, Han Shi nodded.

A smile appeared on Xu Shan's face and said, "Uncle Xu, I am only worried about one thing now, will I teach you, or will you teach me?"

"Threesome, there must be my teacher, why care who will teach whom, as long as you can understand the way of this world, even if you are a three-foot boy, why don't you be my teacher?" Han Shi took a sip of wine and said indifferently.

There was a trace of embarrassment in Xu Shan's expression, and he smiled bitterly, if Han Shi became his disciple, he would be the one with the highest achievement, and at the same time, the most difficult one to deal with, even with Xu Shan's knowledge of the past and the present, he had to do his best, otherwise he would be like now, and a casual word would be caught by Han Shi.

The relationship between Xu Shan and Han Shi is best described as a teacher and a friend, Han Shi has always maintained his respect for Xu Shan, but this respect has not been brought to the difference in each other's understanding of Dao Nian, in this regard, Han Shi will not compromise easily, it is related to his Dao heart.

As he understood the way of reincarnation more and more, Han Shi's temperament was faintly different.

Every day, Xu Shan would come to the blacksmith shop to sit for two hours, occasionally talking with Han Shi for a few words, seemingly plain words, but they implied each other's understanding of the way of heaven and earth.

This can also be called the Tao.

In this way, Xu Shan taught Han Shi what he thought about heaven, earth, and people in his life without reservation.

Han Shi also said a lot of questions that had been piled up in his heart over the years, and these questions often made Xu Shan fall into silence, and he was often immersed in them for several days, Han Shi was not in a hurry, he opened the door as usual every day, struck iron as usual, and accompanied Qingmei as usual.

Unconsciously, the middle age is approaching, although the snow has not stopped, but most of the couplets are pasted in front of the door of every house, and from a distance in winter, this wisp of red brings vitality and vitality to Qingcheng shrouded in snow.

In the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve, early this morning, Han Shi stood outside Shimei Ju and looked at the snow all over the city, and sighed softly, this snow reminded him of the winter many years ago, when there was also a heavy snowfall in Hanjia Village.

Han Shi's shoulders were slowly draped in a cotton coat, he held the hand of the shawl, and slowly turned to look at Qingmei.

"Han Shi, I know you're not afraid of the cold, but on such a cold day, it's better to wear an extra one. Qingmei said softly.

Han Shi didn't speak, gently held up his face, stared at it for a long time, and suddenly kissed it.

Qingmei suddenly blushed with shame, and ran back to Shimeiju without looking back, fortunately it was early in winter, there were no half pedestrians on the stone street, and naturally no one saw this scene.

Hiding in the room, Qingmei touched his hot face, and said secretly in his heart: "How dare he do this, he is really ashamed." ”

But as soon as he thought about it, a smile slowly bloomed on his face, "This is happiness......

Soon after the fire in the blacksmith shop was raised, Xu Shan walked out with a wine jug.

"Han Shi, how about walking with Uncle Xu?" Xu Shan stood outside the blacksmith shop and glanced at Han Shi.

Han Shi's heart moved, and somehow, he only felt that Uncle Xu seemed to be a little different today, so he didn't speak at the moment, put on his clothes and walked out.

Qingcheng Mountain Wall stands thousands of miles, usually few people will climb towards the top of the mountain, and the location of Qingcheng, if you look from the top of the mountain, it is only at the foot of the mountain.

On the mountain road, which is covered in heavy snow and the path is almost invisible, an old man and a young man walk towards the top of the mountain in the wind and snow.

Xu Shan walked in front, he had a heroic aura on his body, even the wind and snow could not cover it, Han Shi followed Xu Shan behind, looking up at the appearance of Qingcheng Mountain under his feet from time to time.

From a distance, the snow covered with snow makes the entire Qingcheng Mountain covered with a layer of holiness.

The two of them in the wind and snow felt the vastness of the world and the agitation hidden in their chests.

There was no word all the way, but Han Shi could see that Uncle Xu had a tenacious will burning in his heart, supporting him to walk to the top of the mountain step by step.

Approaching the top of the mountain, there is no trail, so you can only step on the snow and climb up step by step, looking at the cliffs on both sides, and you don't know when the soles of your feet slip and fall off the cliffs, and there are no bones left.

But even so, it couldn't stop Xu Shan's advance, and Han Shi could see that today, Uncle Xu would climb to the top of the mountain even if he climbed.

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