No one knows, in the deepest part of Han Shi's heart, there is a trace of extremely vague uneasiness, this uneasiness, he doesn't dare to tell anyone, not even Master and Dao Zhou, as for Qingmei, he won't say it.

This uneasiness is that Han Shi has slowly combed through the past while meditating over the years, as if he saw a vein hidden deeply, faintly pointing in a direction.

He didn't believe in fate, but the bits and pieces of encounters in these years made him have to face all this, whether he is in the dark, there is really a fate.

The mountain street where the two are located is one of the dozens of main mountain streets in Qingcheng, and between these large mountain roads, there are some relatively small streets connected, which makes the whole Qingcheng not only extend in all directions, but also have the meaning of winding paths and secluded paths.

The two of them walked in the green city, and soon found that those relatively wide mountain streets were very prosperous, but those streets that led to other places like small alleys seemed a little remote, and there were not many people coming and going, and some shops on these small streets also looked a little dilapidated, and there were not many customers who came here.

Han Shi's figure stopped in front of a very dilapidated old house, Qingmei followed his gaze, this was a blacksmith shop, and her heart suddenly understood, she remembered that Han Shi had mentioned to her that his father was a blacksmith.

Qingmei walked up to Han Shi, held his hand, and nodded seriously.

There seemed to be a flame in Han Shi's eyes that ignited instantly, and this kind of wordless tacit understanding and support could not be found.

However, the blacksmith's shop was very deserted, there was no crisp sound of iron, not even the fire of the furnace had been raised, and there were a dozen or so ironware scattered on the wooden planks at the door, six or seven of which were already rusty.

There are very few visitors here, and there are very few people who come here to buy ironware, often for several days, no one comes to the door, the owner here is a middle-aged man with slightly white hair, who is sitting in the blacksmith shop and sighing, and if this continues, not to mention making money, even a family of three to eat and make ends meet has become a problem.

He didn't want to move his shop to that street, where no matter what business he did, he would definitely make a lot of money.

But because he had no capital, he even wanted to sell this house, but he knew that this old house was dilapidated and the location was still biased, and he was afraid that no one would be able to look at it.

He opened this blacksmith shop in the hope of supporting the family, but he was only halfway out of the iron, and the ironware he made looked decent at first glance, but once it was used for a period of time, either the blade cracked, or the surface was rusty, or the edge of the blade was dulled.

At the beginning of the opening, there were still some patrons, but gradually, there were fewer people who came to the door, and as for the repeat customers, there was not a single one.

After all, the last time I was fooled, it can be said that I was careless, but there will always be no reason why someone knows that they were fooled and still want to send it to the door.

Han Shi picked up an iron knife and flicked it lightly on the surface of the knife, making a slightly dull sound, he shook his head slightly, this sound shows that there are still a lot of impurities in this knife, although it looks cold and light now, but it won't take long for it to lose its luster and become a waste knife full of rust.

The middle-aged man walked out of the shop, looked at Han Shi and shook his head slightly, with a wry smile on his face, this person is a person who knows the goods at a glance, he is actually not deliberately deceiving, but he is not good at learning.

"I'm afraid no one will buy this knife!" Han Shi said with a light smile.

The middle-aged man was silent for a moment and said, "What Brother Tai said is true, my blacksmith shop has not had any business for five or six days. ”

He didn't want to say this, but somehow, under the gaze of this young man in green shirts, he had a feeling that he couldn't hide his words.

"Are you willing to sell this house?" Han Shi asked as he put down his iron sword.

The middle-aged man was slightly stunned, a little incredulous, and said, "Brother... Brother, do you mean that you want to buy my house?"

Han Shi nodded, this blacksmith shop, he only passed by occasionally, if it didn't work, he wouldn't be reluctant, I believe that in this huge Qingcheng, the blacksmith shop must be indispensable.

It's just that Qingmei's nod really ignited the fire in his heart, and he still remembered that in the storage bag, there was an iron knife that had not yet been formed, which was left to him by his father.

Han Shi once had a fantasy that he and Qingmei lived quietly like their father's mother.

That's right, it's tranquility, only he knows, in that crisp sound of iron, there is real tranquility.

Someday, Qingmei will also know.

Unexpectedly, this fantasy would come in this Qingcheng with an unexpected meaning, and it may become a reality in the blink of an eye.

This old mansion looks dilapidated, but in fact it is not small, behind the blacksmith shop, there is a courtyard connected, which is somewhat similar to the old mansion of the Han Shi family.

The middle-aged man went not long ago, then turned back, behind him, followed by a woman, this woman was plainly dressed, but her eyebrows were clear, she glanced lovingly at the baby girl in her arms, and after retracting her gaze, she looked at Han Shi, and there was a faint doubt in her expression, but she did not speak.

The baby girl in her arms did not cry, but looked at Han Shi quietly with a pair of dark eyes.

The middle-aged man scratched the back of his head and sneered: "Brother, although this house is a little dilapidated, it is handed down from the ancestors, if it weren't for the fact that the family really can't open the pot, I won't sell it......"

Han Shi looked as usual and said, "How much?"

The smile on the middle-aged man's face was even more embarrassed and hesitant, and he pondered for a long time before he spoke: "Fifty taels of gold." ”

After speaking, the middle-aged man looked at Han Shi with nervousness in his eyes, looking at the quiet Han Shi, and looking at the decoration in the blacksmith shop.

The more Han Shi didn't speak, the more nervous he became, in the past three or five years, Han Shi was the only person who had the intention of buying a house, if he missed it, the old house would fall into disrepair, and no one would care about it in the future, and he naturally wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to sell it at a good price.

In fact, there are a lot of old mansions like him, there are a lot of them in Qingcheng, as long as you inquire a little, you can buy them at a very low price, and the fifty taels of gold he opened are really a lion's mouth.

The middle-aged man glanced back at the woman, but was glared at by her, sweat beads appeared on his forehead, and said, "To... Otherwise, thirty taels will become ......"

Han Shi looked at him with a smile, still didn't speak, the situation behind this old mansion, he swept it with his spiritual sense, and he already knew in his heart, although he had the intention, he didn't want to be slaughtered by this person in vain.

Seeing Han Shi turn his back, he seemed to have the intention of leaving, and the middle-aged man was even more nervous and seemed to stutter a little when he spoke, "To... Want... Otherwise, two... Two... Twenty... Two bars. ”

The woman glanced at the middle-aged man and said to Han Shi: "Big brother, this old mansion is very old, it's not worth anything, just ten taels is enough, if it's inconvenient for you, eight taels can also be done." ”

Hearing this, Han Shi nodded at Qingmei, Qingmei took out two ingots of gold and put them in the woman's hand, her eyes fell on the baby girl, and a smile appeared on her face.

The woman looked down and was taken aback, these two ingots of gold were thirty taels at least, enough to buy three large mansions.

"The extra is for me to the little one, you don't have to refuse. Qingmei said with a smile.

The woman's face suddenly had a look of gratitude, and immediately signed the deed paperwork, and after thanking him repeatedly, she hurriedly took the middle-aged man to the backyard.

The entire blacksmith shop was left intact, Han Shi stood in the shop, looking at the stove, anvil, hammer, and iron tongs, iron awl and other devices, a familiar meaning hidden deep in his heart, suddenly returned at this moment.

Three days later, a plaque was hung in front of the door of the old house, on which were written three big characters------Shimeiju.

In this way, soon the surrounding neighbors knew that the blacksmith shop had changed owners, but the matter did not attract much attention, and soon, in front of the blacksmith shop, the scene of the old door was restored.

Han Shi didn't care about this at all, he was here to return to the world, and the peaceful years were exactly what he and Qingmei wanted.

Three months have passed, Shi Mei Curie, every day there is a clanging sound of iron, the sound is crisp, if someone stops in front of the door, listen carefully, you can hear, the monotonous sound of iron with a strange sense of rhythm, not only will not make people feel irritable, but more and more refreshing.

Han Shijing stood bare-chested in front of the furnace, the firelight reflected on his body, shining on the strong body full of sweat, at this moment, no matter how you look at it, Han Shi does not look like a monk with great magical powers, but a reckless man who eats by strength.

It's just that his eyes are black and white, without a trace of variegation.

There is a wooden table in the backyard of Shimeiju, on which is placed a guqin, the body of the piano is slightly narrow, and the whole body presents a faint cyan, which is the stone qin transformed by Han Shi's natal stone.

This piano has no strings, but at this moment, there are seven more thin black strings, and only those who have cultivated to the depths of the great supernatural powers can see that these seven strings are the main tendons of a powerful demon beast.

Using the demon tendon as a string, although it is precious, how can it be compared to the golden string of the five elements, but with Han Shi's current cultivation, he can't do it with the spiritual power of the five elements, so he has to temporarily replace it with a physical object.

Qingmei sat in front of the guqin, stroked the strings with both hands, and a wisp of cheerful and smart piano sound, emanating from her fingertips, was blown by the wind, and it was blown far away, and half of the people in Qingcheng could hear the sound of the piano.

But everyone who heard the sound of the piano was in high spirits, and their eyes showed strange colors, and they turned their heads to look into the distance, as if they wanted to find the source of the sound of the piano.

The stone eyebrows are in the center, and the sound of the iron and the piano not only do not affect each other, but rather complement each other.

After a long time, Qingmei looked up at the sun that was already in the middle of the sky, stuck out her tongue slightly, got up and walked towards the kitchen, she was so excited that she forgot to cook, at this hour, Han Shi was afraid that she was already hungry.