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

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

The western sun finally set on the back of the mountain, and the brilliant sunset gradually turned black, and the sky finally darkened completely. Han Ming slowly withdrew his gaze and turned to his small room.

"It's still dark, time is so fast, alas." Han Ming sighed softly. If others heard it, they would be surprised. A little kid with a stinky breast sighed like an adult.

In the Han Blacksmith's room, Han Blacksmith took a piece of paper and looked at it repeatedly, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth unconsciously.

"How many times have you read the letter? Are you literate? You can't understand it and still hold it. Don't rub it out." A woman next to Han Blacksmith said with a smile. Although this woman is dressed as a village woman, she is still a little pretty. This person is no one else, but Han Blacksmith's wife, Han Tie and Han Ming's mother.

"What's the point of knowing that word? Wang Xiucai can recognize words. He can't support himself. What else can he do except helping others read the letter?" Han Blacksmith said with some disdain.

"Recently, I heard the few sluts in the village talk about the ghosts we hit again." Han's mother's expression was a little helpless

"It's been a few months, why did they mention it again?" Han Blacksmith said with some dissatisfaction.

"It's not your fault! Who told you to tell me about your son's return everywhere, and he might marry the daughter of the shopkeeper of Ruyi Restaurant. People are jealous and can only find some of our family's little things to talk about!" Han's mother glanced at her husband.

"I have a good son but I won't let him say it anymore. Humph, my sons are smarter than the other, they just can't give birth to them! But then again, I was so scared that day." When talking about the incident of hitting a ghost, the smile on Han Blacksmith's face faded a lot.

"Yes, who would have thought that a living person was clearly in front of him, but suddenly disappeared?" Han's mother was a little scared when she remembered that day.

"Apart from this, that "ghost" is nothing, but there is no difference between normal people. They all have one nose and two eyes, and his clothes look very knowledgeable." Han Blacksmith continued to recall that incident, and his fearful expression became much less clear. After all, this was a few months ago, and there was nothing to be afraid of.

"Look at the rumors spreading outside now, eight eyes and two tails, what are they spread? I remember that person's face is ordinary." Han's mother was a little confused.

"Yes, that man looked very ordinary, but when he hung a golden lock on Sanzi's neck, a golden light flashed and he suddenly disappeared, and the golden lock was gone! Now, he might be a magician, no ghost, scaring himself, which made me scare my face white that day." Han Blacksmith seemed to have figured out something.

When Han's mother heard Han's black smith say that her black face was so scared that she couldn't help but laugh: "Hmph, it was just my face a little white when I married you. When will my face turn white in the future? She looked pretty good at that time, but look at you now!" Han's mother looked reminiscent, and then she seemed to remember something, and said seriously: "That person is not a god, right!"

Han Blacksmith was stunned, shook his head again, and said in a complicated way: "It's hard to say whether there are gods or not. Let's not expect too much. If he is really a god, he will turn the magic tricks he gave us into? He suddenly disappeared, to scare us? Don't think about it, go to bed early, and my son will come back tomorrow."

"That's right, no matter whether he is a god or not, our son is coming back. This is the important thing." Han's mother thought about it and left that ridiculous idea behind her.

Blacksmith Han sat in front of the bed and thought for a while, then blew out the candles in the room. Soon after, his snoring sound came from the room.

A bright moon had slowly risen to mid-air, and the moonlight like water flowed in every corner of the earth. A wild cat jumped over the wall quickly and gently landed in the small courtyard of Han Blacksmith's house.

Suddenly the wild cat's hair was all over its body, because it was landing next to a boy's feet, and the boy could kick it away with just one step.

The wild cat was so scared that it rushed towards the wall immediately, but the wild cat seemed to be scared and jumped twice without returning to the wall. It was not until the third time that it crossed the wall, and then rushed into the depths of the mountain without looking back.

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

He was holding a wooden board in his hand, with some crooked small characters. Judging from the handwriting, it should have been written by black charcoal burned in the iron stove. The wooden board should have been abandoned by Han Blacksmith when he was a carpenter.

"That would be great if there was a piece of paper and pen." Han Ming whispered to himself in a low voice.

Han Ming turned around and walked towards his room, slowly put the wooden board on his bed, covered the quilt, then turned his head and carried a large package that was extremely dissatisfied with his body. He quietly opened the back door of his house, walked out slowly, and then gently closed the back door.

Han Ming ran all the way, looking at the direction, but it was the official road built by the court. When his home was about to disappear from his sight, Han Ming looked deeply at the courtyard where he gave birth to him and raised him.

When he turned his head again, Han Ming's eyes became more determined and firm, and in the end he walked east without looking back.

Walking alone on the official road that never ended, Han Ming couldn't help but remember the incident three months ago, the incident that changed his life, and it was also the incident that prompted Han Ming to run away from home today.

That day, he and his parents went to the ancestral home not far from the village and met a young man in his twenties.

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

His father seemed to think that the golden lock was too expensive. He was about to say something, but a golden light flashed in front of him, and the young man disappeared.

This is the whole story of the Han family meeting ghosts, but somehow it became a ferocious ghost when the Han family worshiped their ancestors.

One night shortly after that incident, Han Ming had a dream. In this dream, he became an omnipotent immortal. Just as he was flying in the clouds, he suddenly felt a chill in his chest, which instantly woke him up from his sleep. Han Ming sat up, but found a golden lock-shaped shadow scattered with a faint golden light on his chest. At the same time, the golden shadow conveyed a coolness from time to time.

The white light was reflected through the skin. Han Ming carefully looked at the golden light in his chest, but the golden light seemed to be a blurred tattoo, and it looked like a natural birthmark. He looked at the golden light carefully, but he was surprised to find that the golden light seemed to be the golden lock given to him by the young man. He just didn't know how the golden lock ran into his body, and there was a golden light radiant through his skin!

At this time, another sound came from his mind. Han Ming was startled at first, and quickly jumped up and looked around, but nothing appeared. He lit the light again, walked around tremblingly, but no one appeared.

After hearing the sound in his mind, Han Ming was indeed panicked for a while, but soon he forced himself to calm down, slowly sat back and sat on the edge of the bed, and began to sound the sound in his mind.

The voice in Han Ming's mind was the voice of the young man he met when he was worshiping his ancestors that day. The voice was as precious as gold, which briefly conveyed some meanings.

The young man probably meant that since Han Ming was from the Han family, there was a rare spiritual constitution among tens of thousands of people. He was not old and had a bone. He was filial to worship his ancestors every year, so he gave him a chance to enter the Immortal Sect. The Immortal Sect was in a place called Jiang Kingdom on the east side. Then Han Ming felt a swelling and pain in his mind, and he realized that he seemed to have understood a kind of practice method.

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

Since then, Han Ming has carefully recalled the magic tricks in his mind, but he cannot describe them, let alone imparting them to others. This magic trick seems to be engraved in his consciousness, and can only be understood but not conveyed in words.

Later, when Han Ming had time, he practiced the nameless oral phlegm in his mind. Finally, more than a month later, he felt a wisp of cool gas like a thread wandering in his body. After repeated confirmation, he confirmed that the Immortal Sect existed, not what he imagined. At that time, he also made up his mind to leave home to seek immortality.

In the following month, he stole a lot of dry food from the cellar and learned dozens of words from Wang Xiucai from the south of the village. He just wanted to leave a letter to his parents about his safety, and the letter was written on a wooden board with sharpened charcoal.

In fact, he really wanted to stay and see the elder brother who would come back tomorrow, but he was afraid that he had finally made up his mind and lost because he couldn't bear to part with his family. As for his parents, although he had lost himself, he still had elder brother and second brother in front of him to serve him, so there was no need to worry too much.

When Han Ming thought of his elder brother and second brother, he felt a little relieved.

Then, Han Ming, a young man who had just turned ten, walked towards the east with a large bag of dry food, and the moonlight made his figure grow longer and longer.

A weak back, on an official road that spreads to the sky, loneliness and determination embarked on a path to seeking immortality that he didn't know where he could lead to.

Many years later, although Han Ming became as firm as iron and could not get up early without profit, he still could not forget the small mountain village in his heart, the home that made him feel warm.
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