Chapter 2 Han Yuan

I don't know if it is because of the increasing popularity, many birds and beasts have hissing in the originally quiet mountains and forests. Then look at the sun, but the autumn sun is not very warm, but the yellowing branches and leaves are coated with a heavier golden color.

"Get up, how many times have I told you? There is no need to make such a big salute every time you see me.

"Yes."

The unlucky guys who rolled down still had no sound, but whether it was Wang Ren or the teenager standing in front of him, no one intended to care more about them. It was not until he heard the teenager's words that Wang Ren stood up straight, peeked at the teenager, and found that there was no anger on his face, which made him a little relieved.

Standing in front of Wang Ren, the teenager called "Brother Han" looked about the same age as Wang Ren, and may even be slightly younger. It was just when he was just a teenager who got rid of his childishness, but he had a bright and abnormal eye, but his right eye was blocked by thick hair. It was not very real, but he could also feel it. The following should be the same brilliance.

At this time, the teenager came down from the tree and stood here. After seeing the whole picture, he was not disappointed. He was not only slightly taller than Wang Ren, but also a little burly. It should be related to his frequent physical work. Obviously, he is not very old, but his figure will not give people the feeling of being young at all.

Although a small half of the face is blocked by the hair, only looking at the exposed part is enough to make people sincerely praise "handsome"!

Different from Wang Ren's appearance, there is an indescribable feeling in the teenager's appearance. What is extremely inconsistent with his figure is that he does not have a loyal appearance, but a little evil. Of course, if you don't look at it carefully, you can't see it, but it just gives people an inobvious feeling.

"I haven't seen you much recently. How are you doing?" When the teenager talked to Wang Ren, he had already pedaled on another straw shoe, and the straw pole in his mouth turned up, and said, "I heard that your master is finally willing to let you enter the inner door this time?"

"Oh, what are you reluctant to give up? It's just that it's hard to wait for an opportunity for me to try my luck. The inner door is not so easy to enter. Others don't know what's going on. How can Brother Han not know? Don't laugh at me."

"Dun!"

Although Wang Ren said sincerely, the teenager just glanced at his mouth. He grinned and spit out the straw. After a strange sound, he saw a small round hole on a tree.

Wang Ren saw it clearly. The round hole was left after the grass spit out by the teenager was shot in. It is not difficult to see the hole. This thick tree with a thick bowl has been completely penetrated...

Seeing the teenager behave like this, Wang Ren dared not say anything more, but stood there with an embarrassed face.

"Don't worry, I won't do anything to you. At least we are the same door. No matter how difficult it is, I promise to let you go there this time, but it's just an inner door. Well, but you have to promise me one thing."

"..." Looking at the teenager's neat white teeth, although Wang Ren had thought that it would be a little bad, but when he saw the teenager lying on his ear, he did not dare to move. After all, the small hole in the tree was still there.

......

I don't know what the teenager said to Wang Ren. The expression on his face when he left was obviously mixed, and until the end, Wang Ren no longer cared about the guys who rolled to the foot of the mountain, as if he had forgotten them.

"Hey, with the light of this boy, I, a 'black man', should also have a chance, right?" Looking at Wang Ren's fading away*, the teenager finally had a smile in his eyes.

He casually pulled a dog's tail grass on the edge of the road and put it in his mouth. The teenager staggered up the mountain, but the direction he was walking was not the same as Wang Ren.

"I'm back, Yuan?"

"Oh."

The teenager grew up on this mountain and has long been very familiar with this grass and tree. It didn't take long to return to his residence, but it was an extremely simple wooden house on the mountainside. Looking a little higher, there was an extraordinary place, which was the outer door of the "Three Immortals Mountain". Nian's place is just behind the mountain gate, and no wonder it is different from Wang Ren.

Han Yuan only walked to the door, and the old man who was smoking dry smoke in front of the door had noticed it. He raised his eyes with two black holes left, as if he could see Han Yuan.

If ordinary people are cold, they may feel a little scary, but Han Yuan has long been used to the appearance of the old man. With a simple answer, he has picked up the axe in front of the door and chopped firewood quickly.

When the old man saw Han Yuan like this, he was already smiling and asked, "Don't you want to go?"

"Hmm! I don't want to go!"

Han Yuan also answered simply. The short log was divided into several segments with only a slight trembling. Han Yuan also did not stop. When the log dispersed, he had put another one, like a cycle, and it seemed to be magic. Each short log did not need to split the second, but in a moment, there were many more firewood bars.

Han Yuan became an orphan when he was a very young age. He only remembered that he was picked up by this old man named Fubo, and it was not until he was a little older that this was actually the cultivation sect where secular people identified as the residence of immortals.

The Tiandu Star is just an ordinary star, but it is surprisingly large. According to some immortals who can travel outside the sky, there are actually many places like here, but it is rare to see such a place with many creatures as here.

There are many creatures in the human world, but only those practitioners really stand at the top, and the places with the most of these practitioners are these cultivation sects.

Fubo didn't care about Han Yuan's appearance. He just smiled and taped out the ash in the pipe and said, "Don't worry. Have you forgotten what I told you? I'm afraid that my deadline will be in these two days. Although I have taught you everything I can teach you, it will take a long time to integrate. Without me, I will take care of you. If there is really something that is not a joke, you can enter the inner door, and your practice can continue smoothly. Don't forget what you have to do. ."

"..." Han Yuan didn't say anything when he heard Fubo's words, but just received the chopped firewood together.

Han Yuan can be said to have watched Fubo grow up and naturally know his personality. The reason why he does not want to be an inner disciple is actually because he is an old blind man. He needs to do far more than he thought, and he should never be here to hang out with himself all the time.

This old man is the two partners of the outer gate of Sanxian Mountain. Fubo can be regarded as a chef and farmer, but Han Yuan does those physical work most of the time.

After clucking the firewood, Fubo began to make a fire and cook. Han Yuan sat aside and looked at Fubo, who was busy beside the cooking table, and felt really felt a little uncomfortable.

It was Han Yuan's words against his unwillingness to enter the inner door. Although Fubo taught him a lot of skills, it would certainly be better if he had the opportunity to enter the inner door.

"Three Immortals Mountain" is at least one of several important sects. After becoming a disciple of the inner door, you must learn some strange skills, and the strength is exactly what Han Yuan has always needed most.

In these days following Fubo, he saw the characters who went down the mountain from time to time on the "Three Immortals Mountain". Han Yuan already knew the identity of the enemy who killed his parents. He was sure that that person must also be a practitioner!

Although Han Yuan couldn't remember clearly when he was a child, he clearly remembered that his parents were killed, and he watched it with his own eyes. It was only at that time that he was hidden and managed to avoid the disaster, but he also became homeless.

"Although I know that the enemies are these people, I can't remember the reason for the murder, and I don't remember the man's appearance. What I remember is that he only has four fingers on his right hand, so it should be easier to find, right?" Han Yuan sat there, fiddling with the small pendant around his neck, picked up those vague memories again, and thought to himself.

The pendant on Han Yuan's neck is simply tied with a straw rope, but the length of a finger is a stone diamond shape. Except for the special color, it is the black non- reflective and transparent appearance. There is nothing special about it, but this thing is the only relic left to him by his parents.

When Han Yuan was a child and did not know how to practice, he just regarded this thing as an ordinary pendant. After he practiced his true spirit, he knew that it was extraordinary. He had vaguely guessed that his parents were also practitioners, and it was probably the pendant that caused them to kill him.

"I asked Xiao Liuzi to come to get food by himself today. You don't have to run any more. Prepare well. Don't be ashamed tomorrow. If people know that the people I taught can't even enter the inner door of Sanxian Mountain, even if I really enter the coffin, I will definitely jump out of it angrily."

"That's good..."

"What?"

"...nothing."

Han Yuan was unwilling to admit from the bottom of his heart that Fubo said that the "big deadline has come", but he also knew that it was just self-deception. With Fubo's ability, even if he lost his original strength as now, it would not be difficult to calculate when he would live.

Han Yuan and Fubo may have spent more time with his parents than with his parents. It's absolutely false to say that he has no feelings, but he is not a person who is good at expressing his feelings, so even if he really knows that he is going, he may not see Fubo again, but in the end, he did not say anything, but turned around and returned to the house to rest. Only Fubo is still busy in front of the stove.

......

The next day was another early morning, and it was just dawn. Han Yuan had packed up his bags and walked up the mountain. Although he used to go there, it was a little different this time.

Han Yuan has never walked so slowly on this familiar mountain road. Although he has been walking, he can't step on it, as if he is a little hesitant.

In the end, he still couldn't help it. When he slowly turned around and looked back, he happened to see the first wisp of cooking smoke rising.

"Bang!"

Looking at the white smoke, Han Yuan suddenly knelt down. While his knees touched the ground, there was also a dull sound, which made the surrounding ground tremble.

"Don't worry! No matter where I go in the future, I would rather lose my life, and I will never lose my face!"

I don't know if there is a strange force that transmitted Han Yuan's voice. The cooking smoke in the distance has risen rapidly, forming a straight column of smoke. Even the strong wind at the top of the mountain can't blow it away immediately, as if it understood Han Yuan's words and made a response.

It was not until Han Yuan kowtowed three times and stood up and walked quickly that the smoke slowly dispersed, as if it had turned into a white cloud in the sky.