The Second Immortal Road

　　 Han Ming looked up at the sun to the west, he knew it was going to be dark soon. He has given two catties of rice wine to his father, and he has already learned the words that Wang Xiucai taught. He has learned seventy or eighty words in five days.

　　 "I can finally write that letter. It would be even better if I had a piece of paper." Han Ming thought with regret.

　　 The western sun finally fell to the back of the mountain, the brilliant sunset gradually turned black, and the sky finally dimmed completely. Han Ming slowly retracted his gaze, turned and walked to his small room.

　　 "It's still dark, the time is so fast, ah." Han Ming sighed softly. If others heard it, he would be surprised. A stinky little furry boy sighed like an adult.

　　 In the Han Blacksmith's room, Han Blacksmith looked at it repeatedly with a piece of paper, and smiled unconsciously at the corner of his mouth.

"Have you read that letter several times? Are you literate? Don’t rub it when you don’t understand it." A woman next to Han Tiejiang said with a smile. Although this woman is dressed as a village woman, she Still a bit pretty. This person is no one else, but Han Tiejiang's wife, Han Tie and Han Ming's mother.

　　 "What's the use of knowing that character? Wang Xiucai is literate, and he can't support himself. What else can he do besides helping others to read the letter?" Han Tiejiang said with some disdain.

　　 "Recently, I heard that the few mouth-broken people in the village talked about ghosts in our house." Mother Han's expression was a little helpless

　　 "A few months have passed, why did they mention it again" Han Tiesmith said with some dissatisfaction.

"Don't blame you! Who told you to talk about your son's coming back, and that he might marry the daughter of the treasurer of Ruyi Restaurant. People are jealous, so they can only talk about our family's nostalgia!" Mother Han gave a blank look Own husband.

"I have a good son, huh, my sons are smarter than the other, they just can't give birth! But then again, I was really scared that day." When he mentioned the incident, Han Tiejiang said on his face. The smile faded a lot.

　　 "Yeah, who would have thought that a big living person was clearly in front of him, and suddenly disappeared" Han Mu was a little scared when she thought of that day.

"Except for this, the "ghost" is nothing, but normal people are no different. They all have one nose and two eyes, and his clothes look like a person of great knowledge." Tiesmith Han continued to think about the matter again. The look of fear has faded a lot, after all, this has been a few months ago, and there is nothing to be afraid of.

　　 "Look at the rumors that are spreading outside now. They have eight eyes and two tails. I remember that person's face is ordinary." Han Mu was a little confused.

"That's right, that person looked very ordinary, but when he hung a golden lock on the neck of the third son, the golden light flashed, he suddenly disappeared, and the golden lock is gone! Now thinking about it, he might be A conjurer, what a ghost or not, frightened himself and made my face pale that day. "Han Tiejiang seems to have figured out something.

When Mother Han heard that her black face was frightened and white, she couldn't help but chuckle: "Huh, it's just that when I married you, her face was a little white. How often has her face been white? He looked pretty good at that time. , You can look at you now!" Mother Han looked reminiscent, then she seemed to think of something, and said seriously: "That person is not a god!"

Tiesmith Han was dumbfounded, shook his head again, and said somewhat complicatedly: "It's hard to say whether there is a **** or not, let's not expect too much. If he is really a god, will he make the golden lock given to us play tricks again? Suddenly disappeared, come to scare us? Don't think about it, go to bed early, and my son will be back tomorrow."

　　 "That's right, whether he is a **** or not, our son is coming back. This is the important thing." Mother Han thought for a while or left the absurd idea behind her.

　　 Blacksmith Han sat in front of the bed thinking for a while, then blew out the candles in the room, and soon afterwards his snoring came from the room.

　　 A bright and bright moon has slowly risen into the air, and the water-like moonlight is flowing in every corner of the earth. A wild cat swiftly jumped over the wall and gently landed in the small courtyard of Han Tiesmith's house.

　　 Suddenly, the fur of this wild cat was blowing up, because it was falling next to the feet of a young man, who could kick it flying as long as he lifted his foot.

The wild cat was so frightened that he rushed towards the wall, but the wild cat seemed to be frightened. It didn't even return to the wall after jumping twice. It didn't go over the wall until the third time, and then it rushed in without looking back. Deep in the mountains.

　　 While the wild cat ran into the yard and escaped from the yard, the young man standing at the door of the Han Tiesmith did not move, like a wooden sculpture.

　　 He was holding a wooden board in his hand with some crooked small characters. Seeing the appearance of the handwriting, it should have been written on the black charcoal in the iron-making furnace, and this wooden board should have been discarded by the Han blacksmith when he was working as a carpenter.

　　 "It would be great if there was a piece of paper and pen." Han Ming whispered to himself

Han Ming turned and walked into his room, slowly put the plank on his bed, and covered it with the quilt, then turned his head and carried a large package that was extremely incompatible with his body shape on his back. He quietly opened the back door of his house, walked out slowly, and then gently closed the back door.

　　 Han Ming trot all the way, looking at its direction, but it was the official road built by the court. When his home was about to disappear from sight, Han Ming took a deep look at the small courtyard where he was born and raised him.

　　 When he turned his head again, Han Ming had more determination and determination in his eyes, and finally he walked east without looking back.

　　 Walking alone on the official road that can't see the end, Han Ming couldn't help but think of the incident three months ago, the thing that changed his life, and that incident also prompted Han Ming to run away from home today.

　　 On that day, he and his parents went to the ancestral house not far from the village and ran into a young man in his twenties.

　　 The man chatted with his parents a few words, and felt it was a good match, so he hung a golden lock the size of a child's palm on Han Ming's neck.

　　 His father seemed to think the golden lock was too precious, and just about to say something, the golden light flashed in front of him, and the young man disappeared.

　　 This incident is also the beginning and end of the Han family's encounter with ghosts, but somehow it was passed down that it became the Han family met a vicious ghost during the ancestor worship.

One night shortly after that incident, Han Ming had a dream in which he became an omnipotent fairy. When he was flying in the clouds, he suddenly felt cold in his chest, which instantly awakened him from his sleep. . Han Ming sat up, only to find a golden lock-shaped shadow exuding a faint golden light on his chest, and at the same time, this golden shadow conveyed a burst of coolness from time to time.

The white light was reflected through the skin. Han Ming carefully looked at the golden light on his chest, only to find that the golden light looked like a vague tattoo and a birthmark. He looked at the golden light carefully, but was surprised. I found that the golden light seemed to be the golden lock that the young man gave him, but I don't know why the golden lock got into his body, and it glowed with golden light through his skin! .

At this time, another voice rang in his mind. Han Ming was taken aback at first, and he jumped up and looked around, but found nothing. He lit the lamp again and walked around tremblingly. But no one was found.

　　 After hearing the voice in his mind, Han Ming did panic for a while, but soon he forced himself to calm down, slowly sat back on the bed, and began to hear the voice in his mind.

　　 The voice in Han Ming's mind was the voice of the young man he met when he was worshipping the ancestor that day. The voice was like gold, and it conveyed some meaning in a simple way.

The young man probably meant that since Han Ming is a member of the Han family, and there is a rare spiritual root physique among tens of thousands of people, and he is not very old, the roots are not old, and his filial piety is commendable for worshipping his ancestors. Opportunity to enter the fairy gate. The immortal gate was in a place called Jiang Guo to the east. After UU read www.uukānshu.com, Han Ming's head was painful, and he realized that he seemed to understand a method of cultivation.

　　 Then the light of the golden lock gradually weakened, until it disappeared completely, and finally only left a tattoo-like shadow on Han Ming's chest.

　　 Since that day, Han Ming has carefully recalled the tactics in his mind, but could not describe it, let alone teach others. This tactic seems to have been engraved in his consciousness, but it can only be unspeakable.

　　 Later, Han Ming practiced the unnamed mouth judging in his mind as soon as he was free, and finally more than a month later he felt an extra strand of hair-like cool air in his body. After repeated confirmations, he determined that the immortal gate existed, not what he had imagined. At that time, he also made up his mind to leave home and seek immortality.

In the following month, he stole a lot of dry food from the cellar, and learned dozens of words from Wang Xiucai in the south of the village, just to leave a letter to his parents saying that he was safe. Pointed charcoal is written on a wooden board.

　　 In fact, he really wants to stay and see the big brother who will come back tomorrow, but he was afraid that he had finally made up his mind, because he could not bear his family and disappeared. As for my parents, even though I don’t have myself, I still have my eldest and second elder brothers serving in the front, so I don’t have to worry too much.

　　 Thinking of the eldest brother and the second elder brother, Han Ming felt relieved.

　　 Then Han Ming, a teenager who had just turned ten years old, headed eastward carrying a large bag of dry food, and the moonlight stretched his figure longer and longer.

　　 A weak back figure, lonely but firmly embarked on a path of seeking immortality on an official road that spread to the sky.

　　 Many years later, even though Han Ming became hard-hearted and unprofitable, he still couldn't forget the small mountain village in his deepest heart, the home that made him feel the warmth.