The old man did not choose the nearest road, but almost in the entire Qingcheng, he circled one circle after another, until the middle-aged man who would follow him could no longer distinguish between the southeast and the northwest, and the two walked into a relatively straight small stone street.

In a short time, the old man's footsteps stopped in front of a very ordinary gate, which was in a dilapidated state, and on both sides of the door there were some gray flocculents, which were covered with dust.

The old man twisted his hand slightly, and his face couldn't help but darken a little, this thing, he recognized, was confetti mixed with paste.

Forty years ago, when he was leaving, he put a couplet on the door with his own hands, and all these years have been blown by the wind and rain, and all that is left is these broken things.

In the middle of the door, there was a rusty iron lock, the keyhole was completely rusted, and the old man looked at the key in his hand with a bitter smile on his face.

After a long time, the old man stretched out his hand and gently pushed the door, and the iron bolt that was locked by the iron lock suddenly fell off, only to hear a creak, and the door that had not been opened for forty years was opened again.

What caught my eye was a courtyard full of desolate scenery, and to the back, there were several rooms, which also looked desolate.

The old man stood in the courtyard and watched quietly, Ah Fu had already put down his burden and started cleaning.

Suddenly, a crisp tapping sound pulled the old man back from the memories of the past, the old man didn't care about it at first, but after a few breaths, his eyes flashed, walked out of the door, and looked diagonally opposite.

"Shimeiju ......" The old man groaned slightly, looking at the three words, his brows became tighter and tighter, and finally his body shook and his complexion changed slightly.

If these three words are read by ordinary people, they will have no other feeling except for being able to see a little elegant, but in the eyes of the old man, it is not.

Elegance is only its surface, but its interior, but there are two artistic conceptions.

One of them is a monstrous killing, the blood is all over the sky, and its killing machine is like a substance.

Second, it is a meaning that the old man can't see through, he can only see that this intention should have the power to dominate the world, suppress the boundless killing, and prevent it from appearing in front of people.

The old man stood in front of Shi Meiju, looked at the young man who was striking iron, and felt the strangeness in the sound of striking iron, but for a long time, the old man did not speak, turned around and walked back.

The old man's actions naturally couldn't hide from Han Shi, he glanced at the old man's back, then retracted his gaze, and continued to look at the iron on the anvil, in the past few years, there have been many people who have stopped in front of the shop like this, this matter is not strange.

It's just that Han Shi can see that this old man should have just come here from a foreign country, but he doesn't know whether he moved here or returned to his hometown.

As the twilight deepened, Han Shi put out the fire, cleaned up, and put the door on the panel.

After closing the door, Han Shi returned to the backyard kitchen, and today, he promised Qingmei that he would cook himself and cook a few specialty dishes for her.

Such a life, if it were placed in Xuanyangmen, would be unimaginable.

Who would have thought that the senior sister of Yulian Peak in the past, who was already the Qingmei of the Wupin Dan Master, would sit at the table, lighting the candle flame, and sewing clothes carefully for Han Shi.

Who would have thought that Han Shi, a great divine cultivator who shocked the entire Jin Kingdom Cultivation Realm, and even affected the entire Beixuan Continent, was concentrating on cooking the dishes, adding a small half spoonful of salt from time to time.

The washing of the years has made the two seem to have forgotten the past, abandoned their identity as monks, and completely become a mortal couple.

Han Shi could see that since living here, Qingmei's mood was very quiet, and the smiles between his eyebrows continued, and the cheerfulness in the sound of the piano clearly showed that Qingmei longed for such a life.

In fact, no matter what kind of life it is, Han Shi can accept it, as long as he is by Qingmei's side.

No matter where you are, with green eyebrows, you are home.

For several days, the old man sat in front of his house, quietly listening to the sound of striking iron coming from the middle of the opposite stone eyebrow, nodding slightly from time to time, showing a shallow smile on his face, Ah Fu, who was cleaning in the yard, saw the old man's smile, and couldn't help but be secretly taken aback.

There are not many people who can be appreciated by Mr., Ah Fu couldn't help but follow Mr.'s gaze and look at the blacksmith shop opposite the door, the sound of striking iron from there has been listening to it for a long time, but there is no sense of irritability.

On this day, in the afternoon, when there are the fewest people coming and going, it is a rare good thing to take a quiet rest in the sun at this moment.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Qingmei scrubbed the clothes in the basin, and when they were rinsed, he hung them on the clothesline, and when the sun was shining, the clothes would be dry.

If Qingmei uses her spiritual power, she can complete it in a short time, but she would rather use her hands to work hard for her husband like an ordinary wife.

In the past few years, Qingmei has no habit of meditating, and some of them just look at each other in the plain, but she can feel that in these ordinary years, the crisp sound of striking iron contains Han Shi's fiery love, so that even after becoming Han Shi's wife for several years, sometimes, she still doesn't dare to look at Han Shi's gaze, for fear that if she looks at it, it will completely melt her.

She knew that Han Shi's extraordinary, this kind of extraordinary, not relative to mortals, even among cultivators, it was the same, one day, Han Shi would rise in the entire cultivation realm like the sun hanging from the sky, in an unstoppable state.

But now, Han Shi is willing to give up everything and accompany her to live a dull life in this quiet mountain city.

There were some things she didn't ask him, and some things he didn't ask her.

Maybe I don't want to, maybe I ...... Don't dare!

For a period of time, to be able to stay here, Qingmei has been content.

Han Shi stood in front of the furnace, watching the dancing and shining flames, watching the iron gradually turn red in the fire, and suddenly fell into deep thought.

His iron-striking skills have reached the pinnacle, but he has never thought about why he always uses fire to burn iron before striking iron.

Also, why is it quenched with cold water before forming?

With this question, Han Shijian took a sip of wine, but let the iron be burned in the fire.

Han Shi's eyes are no longer as deep and sharp as they were back then, but have become flat, and countless deep meanings have been captured by him, like a deep pool, from the surface, it is just a shallow water, how can there be a dragon hidden in it.

Gradually, the fire and the water gradually became different in Han Shi's eyes......

"This water and fire are just the appearance, but inside, there is something else, although the iron you hit, although its shape is impeccable, but in the old man's opinion, it has not yet stepped into the door of refining. An old voice sounded in Han Shi's ears, waking him up from his contemplation.

An old man, standing in front of the shop, looked at Han Shi with a kind smile on his face.

"Young man, aren't you going to invite the old man in for a drink?"

Han Shi smiled slightly, put down the hammer in his hand, "Senior, please, but my blacksmith shop is very messy, why don't you go to the backyard?"

This old man Han Shi recognized that the two had a relationship a few days ago, and in the past few days, Han Shi had also heard that this old man seemed to have been away from home for many years, and now he has only returned to his hometown, and it is obvious that he intends to die here.

The old man's house is diagonally opposite the blacksmith's shop, just a few quick steps away, not far away.

It's just that what the old man said seemed to see through what he was thinking, and it was also thanks to Han Shi that he had already stepped into the realm of calm and unfazed, so he didn't show a different color, and if he was someone else, even if he was a monk, he would have a shocked face.

The old man was not polite, he stepped into the middle of the stone eyebrows, and after glancing at it, "It's a good mess, it looks chaotic, but in fact, there are traces to follow, and this place is very good." ”

At the wooden table in the blacksmith's shop, the old man leaned down and sat down, "As long as your mind is not disturbed, it is enough." ”

Han Shi walked back to the backyard, whispered a few words to Qingmei, returned to the blacksmith shop, picked up the wine jug, and put it on the table.

After a while, Qingmei came from the backyard with a teapot and made a cup of tea for the old man.

"Why tea, not wine?" the old man asked slowly, with deep meaning in his eyes.

"The seniors are walking in a tiger's step, but there is the power to see through everything in their eyes, so the younger generations guess that the seniors must be better than good tea. Han Shi's tone was flat and eloquent.

"Yes, as people get older, they gradually like the taste of tea more. The old man sighed and took a sip of his glass.

Han Shi's self-confidence made him have a better impression of this young man, for so many years, no one had ever been able to be so calm in front of him.

Han Shi didn't explain anything, but it was precisely because of this that Han Shi was different.

"Old man Xu Shan, I don't know what to call the little brother?" the old man put down the teacup and his eyes were blazing.

If Ah Fu is here, he will be surprised, for so many years, since he followed Mr., he has never heard Mr. report his home, and no one has ever been able to afford the words little brother.

"Junior Han Shi. ”

Han Shi said with a smile, the old man's words did not interrupt his thoughts, but there was a sense of urgency, but his heart was not in a hurry.

The old man has a special temperament, if Han Shi does not have those unbelievable experiences in the past, and has experienced a stone heart as tough as a rock, it is easy to be affected by this person and feel nervous.

This person does not have the slightest spiritual power, but even among mortals, it must be a peak existence.

Han Shi's speculation is not much different from the facts, the Heaven and Earth Alliance is a Xiuzhen country, which is very similar to the Jin Kingdom back then, the only difference is that the royal family is not a bloodline, but composed of monks from different sects, the so-called alliance is the meaning.

It's just that no matter who comes to be the emperor, the emperor of this Heaven and Earth Alliance is always the same person, this person, surnamed Xu Mingshan, is the old man sitting opposite Han Shi right now.