Top Tier Providence, Secretly Cultivate for a Thousand Years

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

The old Taoist priest smiled and said: "If my friend is willing to treat Pindao to a meal, that would be better. Pindao travels all over the world, has the world in mind, and has solved many people's doubts, even the king of men."

The human race is extremely adaptable. Less than 30,000 years after the end of the Tribulation, the human race has inherited the rules that made the human race prosperous before the Tribulation, and even the human king has been established.

Seeing the prosperity and development of this city, Han Jue thought that he had traveled through time and that this was not the ancient period when the way of heaven was restored.

Han Juexiao asked: "Then you can see through what I am thinking?"

The old Taoist priest shook his head and said: "How can you see through the human heart? Immortals and gods are also afraid of the human heart."

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

"Idle clouds and wild cranes, a casual cultivator."

"Then do you know what existence is higher than the immortal?"

"Of course he is a saint or a heavenly being."

Han Jue began to chat with the old Taoist priest. Soon the food and wine were served, and the old Taoist priest began to wolf down the food as if he had not eaten in several lifetimes.

Taiyi Jinxian is still so hungry, it seems like 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?

Play pig eat tiger?

Han Jue found it funny in his heart, but he didn't think anything of it.

If he wants to achieve enlightenment, it's not something that Taiyi Jinxian can give him. It's just an interesting episode.

An hour later.

The old Taoist priest stood up and said with a smile: "My little friend has a peerless appearance. I don't know how many daughters I want to win. Maybe your confusion is the word love. You have no regrets and no regrets. You will live up to others and you will eventually be open-minded."

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

God stick!

Han Jue smiled, then seemed to think of something, and looked out the window and continued thinking.

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 having 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. From then on, he lived in this city, and his name was still Han Jue.

There are definitely not one hundred thousand Koreans in the world, but there are also eight hundred.

Han Jue's name is not yet famous in the immortal world, so he is not afraid of causing trouble at all.

Spring passes and autumn comes.

Han Jue stayed in the city for ten years.

This city is called Dongshou City, and 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.

It snowed heavily in Dongshou, and the whole city was dyed white.

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

The old slave who was sweeping the snow next to him shook his head and sighed in his heart: "The master of the house began to be lost in thought again. I don't know what he is missing."

Han Jue's servants are all very good. In the eyes of the servants, Han Jue's biggest problem is that he is blind. Sometimes he can stand in the courtyard without moving all day and all night, which is incredible.

At this time, a maid rushed in and said urgently: "Master, there is someone lying in front of the gate, it seems that he is dead!"

The laws in Dongshou City are strict, and killing someone is punishable by death. If someone is mistakenly thought to have been killed by them, they will be in big trouble.

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

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

Han Jue walked over and gave the woman a quick breath with his right hand, dragging her soul back that was about to leave her body.

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 him couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief.

Han Jue distributes food to the people every year. He is a good person in the eyes of the people, so they naturally don't want him to get involved in such a thing.

"Girl, go home as soon as possible. The snow is too heavy. Be careful of getting lost."

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

The breath he sent was enough for the other person to live for another fifty years, no different from ordinary mortals.

evening.

Han Jue came to the table and prepared to eat. The maid standing nearby said, "Master, the beggar girl is still outside the door. She said that you saved her and she is willing to work as a cow or horse for you."

Han Jue said calmly: "Let her come in and find her any job."

The maid leaves.

…

Five years later.

Dongshou ushered in a once-in-a-century beast wave, and the whole city was on alert. Han Jue stood in the courtyard, watching the smoke in all directions, silently lost in thought.

A woman in green clothes suddenly came over. She had a pretty face, not exactly beautiful, but she was quirky and very lovable.

"Master, are you worried about the city being destroyed?" the woman in green asked with a smile, not worried at all.

She is the female beggar five years ago, Qingluan'er. She was only seventeen years old at the time. After joining the Han family, this girl did not regard herself as a maid at all and always loved to pester Han Jue. However, she was indeed capable. He can do all the physical work there and is stronger than a man.

Han Jue smiled and said, "Maybe."

Qingluan'er curled her lips: "Yes, it means, no, it means no. You always like to be so ambiguous, making people unable to guess what you are thinking."

Han Jue smiled and ignored her.

After several months, Dongshou City still survived tenaciously, but the soldiers suffered heavy losses, and the King of Humans had to send monks to help in the battle.

The arrival of the monks set off a wave of practice in Dongshou City.

However, the human race is not an innate human race. Their blood is passed down from the previous human race, and their qualifications vary. UU reading www.uukanshu.net

Han Jue pretended that he had no spiritual roots and continued to live his ordinary life.

Another ten years have passed.

Han Jue got married.

He married Qingluan'er. In addition to her being interested in him, it was also because of the help of his servants, neighbors, and friends. In the eyes of mortals, he should also get married, start a business, and leave heirs.

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

This was controlled intentionally by Han Jue, otherwise he could never leave any bloodline.

He suppressed Han Tuo's spiritual root qualifications, making Han Tuo look no different from ordinary people, unless he met a quasi-sage to remove the blood seal.

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

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

There are three thousand avenues, everywhere.

Human affairs, earth affairs, and heavenly affairs all have the laws of Tao.

Later, because Han Tuo had yearned for immortals who could fly in the sky since he was a child, he cried and begged Qingluan'er to find an immortal master for him. Qingluan'er then looked for Han Jue, but in desperation, Han Jue could only rely on connections.

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

Within a few days, he was full of life again, mysterious and mysterious every day.

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

To be precise, he is refining his body!

Qingluan'er taught it to him.

Han Jue didn't care and asked Yixin.

The hill in the city.

Mother and son are in the woods.

The dignified Qingluan'er looked at the young Han Tuo and warned, "Tuo'er, you must not spread the word about this method, and you must not let your father know about it, so as not to frighten him."

Han Tuo nodded while pumping his fists and legs.

At only nine years old, he is already very powerful.

Qingluan'er's eyes showed distress, and she thought in her heart: "If my son has spiritual roots and such a will, he may not be able to become an immortal in the future, alas."