Chapter 515: Ten Years in the Human World, Asking the Way
Han Jue stared at the old Taoist priest, smiled faintly, and asked, "Who are you? Help me solve my puzzle. What do you want?"
The old Taoist priest smiled and said, "If you are willing to treat me to a meal, that would be even better. I have traveled the world with the world in my heart, and I have helped many people solve their doubts, even the king of men."
The human race has a strong ability to adapt. Less than 30,000 years have passed since the end of the catastrophe, and the human race has inherited the rules of its heyday before the catastrophe. Even the Human King has been established.
Looking at the prosperity and development of this city, Han Jue thought he had traveled through time and this was not the ancient times when the way of heaven was restarted.
Han Jue smiled and asked, "Then can you see through what I'm thinking?"
The old Taoist shook his head and said, "How can you see through people's hearts? Even gods and immortals are afraid of people's hearts."
Han Jue was bored, so he became interested and asked with a smile: "Are you an immortal?"
"I am just a casual cultivator."
"Then do you know what existence is higher than the immortals?"
"That's naturally a saint or a celestial being."
Han Jue began to chat with the old Taoist priest. Soon the wine and food were served, and the old Taoist priest began to wolf down the food, as if he had not eaten for several lives.
Taiyi Jinxian is still so hungry, it’s obvious that he is just pretending.
This guy probably wanted Han Jue to look down on him, and then he would slap him in the face.
What is this called? Playing the pig and eating the tiger?
Han Jue found it funny but didn't point it out.
He wants to prove his truth, but Taiyi Jinxian cannot guide him, so just treat it as an interesting episode.
An hour later.
The old Taoist priest stood up and said with a smile: "My friend has a peerless appearance. I wonder how many girls' hearts you will capture. Perhaps your confusion is the word love. If you have no regrets and don't let her down, you will eventually be open-minded."
Watching him disappear at the stairs, Han Jue shook his head and laughed.
Charlatan!
Han Jue smiled, and as if he had thought of something, he looked out the window and continued to think.
Perhaps what he lacks is experience.
"Maybe I can live here and be a mortal for the rest of my life."
Han Jue thought silently.
After coming up with an idea, Han Jue stood up and walked out of the inn.
He first bought a courtyard in the city, then added furniture and servants, and lived in the city from then on, with the name still being Han Jue.
There are definitely not 100,000 Koreans in the world, but at least 800.
Han Jue's name had not yet spread throughout the immortal world, so he was not afraid of causing trouble.
Spring goes and autumn comes.
Han Jue stayed in the city for ten years.
The name of this city is Dongshou City. It is one of the border cities of the human race. It is occasionally attacked by ancient tribes and ferocious beasts, so the formation is relatively advanced.
Han Jue also completely integrated into Dongshou City and became familiar with his neighbors.
This day.
There was heavy snow all over Dongshou, and the whole city was dyed white.
Han Jue sat in the courtyard admiring the snow and comprehending the true meaning of heaven and earth.
The old servant sweeping the snow beside him shook his head and said with emotion: "The master has begun to daydream again. I wonder what he is thinking about."
Han Jue was very nice to his servants. In their opinion, Han Jue's biggest problem was that he was in a trance. Sometimes he could stand in the courtyard without moving for a whole day and night, which was unbelievable.
At this time, a maid rushed in and said anxiously: "Master, someone is lying in front of the gate, and he seems to be dead!"
The laws in Dongshou City are very strict, and killing someone is punishable by death. If someone is mistakenly believed to have killed someone, they will be in big trouble.
Han Jue immediately walked towards the gate. He was pretending to be a mortal, so he did not dodge away.
When he arrived at the gate of the mansion, he saw a dirty woman lying in the snow, with many people gathered around her.
Han Jue walked over and quickly gave the woman a breath with his right hand, pulling back her soul that was about to leave her body.
The woman slowly opened her eyes. Although her face was dirty, her eyes were clear and bright.
Seeing her wake up, the people around her couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Han Jue distributes food to the people every year. In the eyes of the people, he is a good man, so naturally they don't want him to get into such a situation.
"Girl, please go home as soon as possible. It's snowing so hard, be careful not to get lost."
Han Jue chuckled softly, then turned and walked into the gate.
The breath of air he gave was enough for the other person to live another fifty years, no different from an ordinary mortal.
evening.
Han Jue came to the table to prepare to eat, and the maid standing beside him said, "Master, the beggar girl is still outside the door. She said that you saved her and she is willing to work like a cow or a horse for you."
Han Jue said calmly: "Let her in and find her a job."
The maid left.
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Five years later.
Dongshou is facing a beast tide that occurs rarely in a century. The whole city is on alert. Han Jue stands in the courtyard, gazing at the smoke in all directions, lost in thought.
A woman in blue suddenly came over. She had a pretty face, not absolutely beautiful, but clever and likable.
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"Master, are you worried about the city being breached?" the woman in green asked with a smile, not worried at all.
She was the female beggar from five years ago, Qing Luan'er. She was only seventeen years old at that time. After entering the Han family, this girl did not consider herself a maid at all. She always liked to pester Han Jue. However, she was indeed capable and could do all the physical work in the yard. She was stronger than men.
Han Jue smiled and said, "Maybe."
Qing Luan'er curled her lips and said, "Yes, it is, and no, it is not. You always like to be so ambiguous, making it hard for people to guess what you are thinking."
Han Jue smiled and ignored her.
After several months, the East Guard City still survived tenaciously, but the soldiers suffered heavy losses, so the Human King had to send monks to help.
The arrival of the monks set off a trend of spiritual practice in Dongshou City.
However, the human race is not a congenital human race. Their bloodlines are passed down from the human race of the previous catastrophe, and their qualifications are good or bad.
Han Jue pretended that he had no spiritual roots to cultivate and continued to live his ordinary life.
Another ten years passed.
Han Jue got married.
He married Qing Luan'er. Besides the fact that she was interested in him, it was mainly because of the matchmaking of servants, neighbors and good friends. In the eyes of mortals, he should also get married, start a family and have children.
A year later, Qing Luan'er became pregnant and gave birth to a son named Han Tuo.
This was something Han Jue intentionally controlled, otherwise he would never leave any bloodline.
He suppressed Han Tuo's spiritual roots, making Han Tuo look no different from an ordinary person, unless he met a quasi-saint who lifted the seal on his bloodline.
Han Jue's plan was to treat him well for this life, wait for him to reincarnate, and then take back his body.
After getting married and having children, Han Jue's insights became deeper and his understanding of Taoism became deeper.
There are three thousand great ways, and they are everywhere.
Human affairs, earth affairs, and heavenly affairs all follow the laws of Tao.
Later, because Han Tuo had longed to be an immortal who could fly in the sky since he was a child, he cried and begged Qing Luan'er to find an immortal master for him. Qing Luan'er then went to find Han Jue, and Han Jue had no choice but to ask for help from his connections.
In the end, Han Tuo was found to have no spiritual roots, and he was deeply shocked.
After a few days, he was full of energy again, acting mysteriously every day.
Han Jue discovered that this boy seemed to be practicing martial arts.
To be precise, it is body training!
Qing Luan'er taught him.
Han Jue didn't care and asked with all his heart.
A hill in the city.
Mother and son in the woods.
Qing Luan'er, who was dressed elegantly, looked at the young Han Tuo and warned him, "Tuo'er, you must not spread this method, and you must not let your father know about it, so as not to scare him."
Han Tuo nodded while punching and kicking.
Although he was only nine years old, his movements were already very fierce.
Qing Luan'er's eyes showed a look of heartache, and she thought to herself: "If my son had spiritual roots and such will, he might be able to become an immortal one day. Alas."
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