Chapter 516: 514： 10 years in the world, one heart asks

Han Jue stared at the old Taoist priest, with a faint smile on his face, and asked, "Who are you? Explain my doubts, what do you want?"

The old Taoist said with a smile: "If a little friend is willing to invite Poor Dao to have a meal, then it will be better. Poor Dao walks the world, has the world in his heart, and has puzzled many people, even the king of men."

The human race is extremely adaptable, and it has only been less than 30,000 years since the end of the calamity, the human race inherited the rules of the prosperous human race before the calamity, and even the king of the human race has stood up.

Looking at the prosperity and development of this city, Han Jue thought he had crossed, and it was not the time of immemorial age when the heavenly path was restarted.

Han Juexiao asked, "Then you can see through what I think?"

The old Taoist shook his head and said: "How can the human heart be seen through, and the immortals are also afraid of the human heart."

Han Jue became bored, so he became interested, and said with a smile: "Then are you a fairy?"

"Xianyun Yehe, a casual repair."

"Then do you know what is higher than the fairy?"

"That is naturally a saint, a heavenly man."

Han Jue began to chat with the old Taoist priest, and soon the wine and food were put on the table, and the old Taoist began to devour it, as if he hadn't eaten anything in a few lifetimes.

Taiyi Jinxian is still so hungry, he just pretended to look at it.

It is estimated that this guy wanted Han Jue to look down on him, and then he slapped him in the face.

What is this called?

Play pig eat tiger?

Han Jue felt funny in his heart, but he didn't break it.

He wanted to prove, but Taiyi Jinxian could not point him, it was just an interesting episode.

An hour later.

The old Taoist stood up and said with a smile: "The little friend has a beautiful face, and I don't know how many daughters' hearts you want to capture. Perhaps your confusion is a word of love. There is no complaint or regret, and you will live up to her, and you will eventually be open-minded."

Seeing him disappear at the top of the stairs, Han Jue shook his head and laughed.

God stick!

Han Jue smiled, as if thinking of something, he looked out the window and continued to think.

Perhaps what he lacks is experience.

"Perhaps I can live here and be a mortal."

Han Jue thought silently.

After having an idea, Han Jue got up and walked out of the inn.

He first bought a courtyard in the city, and then added furniture and servants. Since then, he has lived in this city and his name is still Han Jue.

There are no one hundred thousand in the world, but eight hundred.

Han Juezhi is not yet famous in the immortal world, and he is not afraid of causing trouble at all.

Spring goes and autumn comes.

Han Jue spent ten years in the city.

This city is called Dongshou City, and it is one of the border cities of the human race. It is occasionally attacked by ancient races and fierce beasts, so the formation is more advanced.

Han Jue was also completely integrated into Dongshou City, and became acquainted with his neighbors.

This day.

Dongshou was covered with heavy snow, and the whole city was stained white.

Han Jue sat in the courtyard enjoying the snow, feeling the true meaning of heaven and earth.

The old slave who swept the snow next to him shook his head, and said with emotion: "The Patriarch is starting to wonder again, I don't know what he is thinking of."

Han Jue is very good at administering people. In the eyes of the people, Han Jue’s biggest problem is seeing God. Sometimes he can stand in the courtyard for a day and night, which is unbelievable.

At this time, a maid rushed in and said anxiously: "Patriarch, someone is lying in front of the gate, as if they are dead!"

The East Shoucheng has strict laws and killings are worthy of life. If it is mistaken for them to kill, the trouble will be great.

Han Jue immediately walked to the gate. He was pretending to be a mortal, so he didn't flash away.

When he came to the gate of the mansion, he saw a dirty woman lying in the snow, with many people gathered around.

Han Jue walked over and quickly gave the woman a sigh of relief with his right hand, and dragged her about to leave her soul back.

The woman slowly opened her eyes, although her face was dirty, her eyes were very clear and bright.

Seeing her waking up, the people around couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

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Han Jue distributes grain to the people every year. He is a good person in the eyes of the people, so he naturally doesn't want him to share such a thing.

"Girl, go home as soon as possible, the snow is too big, be careful to get lost."

Han Jue chuckled softly, then turned and walked into the gate.

The tone he gave was enough for the other party to live another fifty years, no different from ordinary mortals.

evening.

Han Jue came to the table to prepare for dinner, and the maid standing beside said: "Patriarch, the girl beggar is still at the door, saying that you saved her and she is willing to be a cow and a horse for you."

Han Jue calmly said, "Let her come in, and find her a job."

The maid left.

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Five years later.

Dongshou ushered in a beast wave that was rare in a century, and the whole city was on guard. Han Jue stood in the courtyard looking at the smoke from all directions, silently.

A woman in Tsing Yi suddenly approached her. She had a nice face and was not beautiful, but she was eccentric and very pleasing.

"Patriarch, are you worried about the collapse of the city?" The woman in Tsing Yi asked with a smile, without worrying at all.

She was the beggar girl from five years ago, Qing Luan'er, who was only seventeen years old. After entering the Han family, this girl didn't treat herself as a maid at all, she always loved Han Jue, but she was indeed capable. It can do all the physical work here, which is more powerful than a man.

Han Jue smiled and said, "Perhaps it is."

Qing Luan'er curled his lips: "Yes, yes, no, no, you always love such ambiguity, people can't guess what you are thinking."

Han Jue smiled and ignored her.

After several months, Dongshoucheng survived tenaciously, but the soldiers suffered heavy losses, and the king had to send monks to help.

The monk's arrival set off a wave of practice in the east defense city.

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Han Jue pretended not to practice spiritual roots and continued to lead his ordinary life.

Ten years have passed.

Han Jue is married.

It was Qing Luan'er who married Qing Luan. In addition to her being interesting to him, it was more about the matchmaking of subordinates, neighbors, and friends. In the eyes of mortals, he should also set up a family and establish a business and leave an heir.

A year later, Qing Luan'er became pregnant and gave birth to a son named Han Tuo.

This was controlled by Han Jue deliberately, otherwise he could never leave blood.

He suppressed Han Tuo's spiritual root aptitude, making Han Tuo seem indistinguishable from ordinary people, unless he met the quasi-sage to remove the blood seal for him.

Han Jue's plan is to treat him well, wait for his reincarnation, and then take his body back.

After marrying a wife and having children, Han Jue had a deeper understanding and a deeper understanding of Tao.

Three thousand avenues are everywhere.

Personnel, local and heaven, all have the law of Tao.

Later, because Han Tuo longed for a fairy who could fly in the sky since he was a child, he cried to Qing Luaner to find a fairy teacher for him, and Qing Luaner to find Han Jue again. In desperation, Han Jue could only ask for a relationship.

In the end, Han Tuo was found to have no spiritual root qualifications, and he was hit hard.

Within a few days, he was alive and well, and his secrets were mysterious every day.

Han Jue found that this kid seemed to be practicing martial arts.

To be precise, it's refining!

Qing Luan'er taught it to him.

Han Jue didn't care and asked wholeheartedly.

Hill in the city.

Mother and son are in the woods.

The dignified Qing Luan'er looked at the young Han Tuo, and said, "Tuo'er, you must not spread this method, nor let your father know about it, so as not to frighten him."

Han Tuo nodded while shaking his fist.

When he was only nine years old, he was already very aggressive.

Qing Luan'er looked distressed in her eyes, and thought in her heart: "If my son has spiritual roots, such a will, he might not be able to become immortal in the future, alas."

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