The conversation between Ji Xianshen and others was overheard by Han Jue, who just laughed it off.
It seems that the Celestial Clan is indeed in civil turmoil, Ji Xianshen began to look for his own strength in the Human Clan.
Unfortunately, you lost your eye.
The strongest talent in the world is hidden here!
Han definitely didn't like Han Tuo, but hearing Ji Xianshen's disdain, he suddenly wanted to promote Han Tuo.
Anyway, Han Tuo is also his son, and his fame will shake the fairy world, and Han Jue's face is also bright.
Han Jue looked at Han Tuo.
This kid is practicing in the hills in the city, and he hasn't been on the battlefield for five years. The main reason is that in the past few years, there has been no major crisis in the east guard city, and the beast hordes have been at the lowest scale in the past few years.
The body training technique taught by Qing Luan'er is not bad, at least among the same age people in Dongshou City, including monks, none of them are Han Tuo's opponents.
Han Jue waved his hand, and a ball of mana flew into Han Tuo's body invisible.
This group of mana will loosen the blood in Han Tuo's body, about one ten thousandth, enough for Han Tuo to soar into the sky.
The reason why he didn't completely release it was because the blood of the Primordial Demon God was too strong, and he was afraid that Han Tuo would get lost directly, and even alarm the saint.
On that day, Han Tuo suddenly felt relaxed and full of strength, and his practice became smoother.
This year, Dongshou City produced a body-cultivating genius named Han Tuo, who was less than 20 years old and could lift a million-jin boulder, alarming all the immortal masters in the city.
ten years later.
With his own strength, Han Tuo swept all the beast lairs near Dongshou City, and his reputation spread among the nearby human cities.
This night.
Han Jue, Qingluan'er, and Han Tuo were eating, when Han Tuo suddenly put down the bowls and chopsticks, took a deep breath, looked up at Han Jue, and said, "Father, I plan to listen to you and leave Dongshoucheng to pursue the immortal way."
Qing Luan'er's hand holding the bowl shook slightly, and she forced a smile and said, "Tuo'er, have you thought about it, leaving home, you can only rely on yourself."
She knows best what it means to practice Taoism.
If Han Tuo goes here and comes back again, I'm afraid she and Han Jue have fallen into the loess.
Han Tuo took a deep breath and nodded seriously.
He looked at Han Jue.
Even though he has already become a famous human being, his respect for Han Jue has not weakened in the slightest. He has always felt that his father is not simple, he has seen the world.
Han Jue asked: "This meal may be the last meal in our family. Eat and drink well. Go and seek the Tao. I only have two pieces of advice for you as a father."
"Practice in a low-key way, stay away from right and wrong."
"I will not offend anyone, and no one will allow anyone to offend me."
Han Tuo's heart was touched, his eyes turned red, and he also knew that going here and going back would be a vicissitudes of life.
It's just that his heart for the Tao cannot be restrained.
Han Jue hummed: "Don't act like a child, remember, tears are the most useless thing, if you cry outside, people will only think you are easy to bully."
Han Tuo could only hold back his tears.
This night, the lights of the Han family mansion were kept on.
Early the next morning.
Han Jue and Qing Luan'er stood in front of the gate, watching Han Tuo leave.
Han Tuo turned his head every three steps, and finally disappeared at the corner of the street.
Han Jue was still a little moved. He watched Han Tuo grow up, and now his son has grown up and pursued his own life. This kind of feeling is unprecedented. The departure of Yang Tiandong and Chaos Tengu did not bring him such feelings.
really.
The real ones are different.
Qing Luan'er finally wept and snuggled into Han Jue's arms.
The years continued to pass.
Year after year, Qingluan'er began to age.
Han Jue also grew old with her.
Just like a normal mortal couple.
Fifty years later.
The old Qing Luan'er was lying on the bed, looking weakly at Han Jue beside the bed.
She raised her right hand tremblingly, and said softly: "Husband... Husband..."
Han Jue asked: "Is there any wish left unfulfilled?"
"I have no regrets in this life... just before I die... I don't know about Tuo'er's situation..."
"Don't worry, he will attain the Tao. If you and I have an afterlife, he will definitely come to visit us in reincarnation."
"Um… "
Qing Luan'er slowly closed her eyes, with a kind and expectant smile on her face, and she passed away in this world.
Han Jue looked calm, neither sad nor relieved.
Everything is going with the flow.
The next day, Han Jue dismissed his family and quietly left Dongshou City.
After leaving Dongshou City, he came to a forest, took out Qingluan'er's body, buried it in the soil, and set up a tombstone.
The white-haired Han Jue stood in front of the tombstone, on which was engraved the tomb of my wife Qingluaner.
In the future, if Han Tuo comes back and sees the tombstone, he must be able to settle his mind.
At this time, a scarlet fox came behind Han Jue and looked at him obediently.
Although a hundred years have passed, for the red fox, it was just a sleep.
Han Jue didn't seem to notice its arrival, and stood alone in front of the tomb, reminiscing about his life.
I have to say that although life is short, it is not necessarily meaningless.
But for Han Jue, the real meaning is immortality.
His love for Qingluan'er is only for enlightenment, not deep, even if Qingluan'er dies, this life is considered happy.
This pile of cause and effect has come to an end.
"During reincarnation, I hope you can still..."
Han Jue muttered to himself, but before he finished speaking, he fell silent.
"That's all."
Han Jue made a light move with his right hand in his sleeve, then turned to look at the red fox, and said with a smile, "You still recognize me?"
The scarlet fox replied, "Yes."
Han Jue's white hair fell like fluttering catkins, his skin recovered quickly, and he became a peerless face again. His black hair was like snow, and his white robe fluttered in the wind. in the world.
The red fox was stunned.
Han Jue looked at Qingluan'er's tombstone and bowed down, just like husband and wife bowing in the lobby decades ago.
"Let's go."
Han Jue turned and left, climbing up to the sky step by step, as if there was an invisible ladder under his feet, and the red fox flew into the sky, followed closely behind.
…
Baiyue Xianchuan.
Han Jue and the red fox quietly moved to the front of the Taoist temple. Through the puppet of the sky, he knew that the hidden door had not changed much in the past hundred years, everything remained the same, and no disciples came to him.
Han Jue said: "From now on, you will practice in front of the Taoist temple, don't move around."
The red fox was still in astonishment.
The fairy spirit here...
It feels like it takes a breath, and its cultivation is growing!
wonderland!
Absolutely wonderland!
It nodded quickly and thanked Han Jue.
Han Jue returned to the Taoist temple and sat on the thirty-sixth rank of reincarnation black lotus.
He let out a long breath.
This hundred years actually made him feel longer than ten thousand years, but it was not boring.
Han Jue pulled out his emails and saw an email saying that Ying Zheng's life experience of the past hundred years is real.
[Your son Han Tuo suddenly realized the supernatural powers of swordsmanship and stepped into the long river of swordsmanship]
Han Jue's eyes became firm, and he murmured, "Holy Way, here I come."
"Saints, are you ready for the saint me?"
After a hundred years of hardening the heart, the Sacred Heart has been built!
Prove today, what I want, what I want!