Cultivating Quietly for a Thousand Years
Chapter 514
Ten Years in the Mortal World, Wholeheartedly Pursuing the Dao
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Han Jue looked at the old Daoist and smiled faintly. "You who? Tell me, what do you want?”
The old daoist smiled and said, “Of course it would be better if you are willing to treat me to a meal. I travel the world and care about a lot of creatures. I have answered the questions of many people, including the King of Man.”
The human race is highly adaptive. Less than thirty thousand years after the disaster ended, the Human Race had inherited the prosperity rule from the previous Human Race. They even founded the King of Men
Seeing the prosperity of this city, Han Jue thought he had transmigrated. This was not the ancient era when the Heavenly Dao was restarted.
Han Jue smiled and asked, "Then, can you see through my thoughts?".
The old daoist shook his head. “How can we easily see the contents of a person's heart? Even immortal beings and gods are afraid of the human heart.”
Previously bored, Han Jue became interested. He smiled and said, "Then, are you immortal?"
"I am just a wandering cultivator."
“Then, what do you know about the higher existence of immortality?”
"They are naturally Wise People and Heavenly Beings."
Han Jue started chatting with the old Daoist. Shortly thereafter, food and drinks were served. The old daoist began to devour his food as if he had not eaten in some life.
A Grand Unity Golden Immortal was actually extremely hungry. It is clear that he is pretending
This person probably wanted Han Jue to look down on him and then slap him in the face later.
Whatisthis?
Pretending weak?
Han Jue found it funny but did not expose it.
He could not be taught by the Grand Unity Golden Immortal if he wanted to reach the Dao. He would only treat it as an interesting incident.
Two hours later.
The old daoist stood up and smiled. “Little friend, you have an incomparable appearance. I don't know how many hearts you'll catch. Maybe your confusion is the word love. If you do not regret and do not disappoint others, in the end you will be open-minded.”
Seeing him disappear into the stairs, Han Jue shook his head and laughed.
A trick!
Han Jue smiled and seemed to think of something. He looked out the window and kept thinking.
Perhaps what he lacks is real experience.
"Maybe I can stay here and be human for life."
Han Jue thought to himself.
With an idea, he stood up and walked out of the inn.
He first bought a courtyard in the city and added furniture and servants. Since then, he has been living in the city. His name is still Han Jue.
There were countless Han Jue in the world.
His name had yet to shake the Eternal World. He is not afraid to attract trouble.
Spring passes and autumn comes.
Han Jue lived in the city for ten years.
The city is called the Eastern Guard. It was one of the cities at the end of the Human Race. Occasionally, it would be attacked by Ancient Race and savage beasts, so the array formation was relatively high-level.
Han Jue was also fully integrated into the eastern city and became familiar with the neighbors.
On this day.
The whole town is covered in snow.
Han Jue sat in the courtyard and admired the snow, understanding the true meaning of heaven and earth.
The old servant who was sweeping the snow beside him shook his head and sighed in his heart. “Master was deep in his thoughts again. I don't know what he remembers.”
Han Jue's servants were all very good. In their eyes, Han Jue's biggest problem was that he was often in a daze. Sometimes, it was inconceivable that he could stand in the courtyard for a day overnight without moving
At this time, a servant rushed in and said anxiously, “Master, someone is lying in front of the door. He looks like he's dead! ”
The rules of the Eastern Guard City were extremely strict. Killing someone means paying with someone's life. If they were wrong to be the one to kill them, it would be troublesome.
Han Jue immediately walked towards the door. He lived as a human being, so he did not leave immediately.
Arriving at the entrance of the residence, he saw a dirty woman lying in the snow. There were many people gathered around him.
Han Jue walked over and quickly heaved a sigh of relief. He then waved his right hand at the woman, dragging his soul back.
Seeing him wake up, the people around him heaved a sigh of relief.
Han Jue would give food to people every year. In their eyes, he was a good person. They naturally did not want such a problem to happen to him.
“Nona, come home soon. Snow is too heavy. Be careful not to get lost.”
Han Jue smiled and walked into the courtyard.
The breath he gave off was enough for the other party to live for another fifty years, no different from an ordinary human.
In the evening
Han Jue came to the table and prepared to eat. The servant girl standing at the side said, “Master, that woman is still outside the door. She said that you saved her, so she was willing to do anything for you.”
Han Jue said calmly, "Let her come in and find a job for her."
The servant girl left.
Five years later.
Eastern Guard City welcomed a wave of ferocious beasts that were hard to come by in a hundred years. The whole town's on guard. Han Jue stood in the courtyard and looked at the smoke in all directions, immersed in his thoughts.
A woman in green clothes suddenly arrived. She was not considered beautiful, but she was strange and pleasant.
"Sir, are you worried that the city will collapse?" the lady in green asked with a smile, not worried at all.
She was the female beggar from five years ago, Qingluan'er. He was only seventeen at the time. After entering the Han family, this girl did not treat herself at all as a maid and had always liked to disturb Han Jue. But he is capable. He can do all the physical work in the yard and is stronger than men.
Han Ju smiled. "Maybe."
Qingluan'er curled her lips. “The answer is yes or no. You always like to be so ambiguous. I can't guess what you think.”
Han Jue smiled and ignored him.
After a few months, the city still persisted tenaciously. However, the soldiers suffered heavy losses and the Human King had no choice but to send cultivators to help.
The arrival of the cultivators stirred up the wind of cultivation in the city.
However, that human was not an Innate Human. Their bloodline was inherited from the Human Race from the previous Immeasurable Disaster. Their potential is good and bad.
Han Jue pretended not to have any cultivation potential and continued to live an ordinary life.
Ten more years passed.
Han Jue is married.
He married Qingluan'er. In addition to her interest, the servants, neighbors, and good friends also spoke for her. In the eyes of man, he must also start a family and leave the children behind.
A year later, Qingluan'er became pregnant and gave birth to a child. His name is Han Tuo.
This was intentionally controlled by Han Jue. Otherwise, he would never have left his bloodline.
He suppressed Han Tuo's cultivation potential, making him look no different from an ordinary person unless he met a Pseudo-Sage who could remove the bloodline seal.
Han Jue planned to treat her well for life and take back her body after she reincarnated.
After getting married and having children, Han Jue's understanding of Dao deepened.
Three thousand Great Dao were everywhere.
Human affairs, worldly affairs, and heavenly affairs all have their own rules.
Then, because Han Tuo had yearned to become an immortal that could fly in the sky since he was young, he cried and begged Qingluan'er to find an Immortal Master for him. Qingluan'er then looked for Han Jue. Helpless, Han Jue could only use his connections.
In the end, Han Tuo was determined not to have any cultivation potential. He's very affected.
Within a few days, he came back to life and acted mysteriously every day.
Han Jue discovered that this kid seemed to be practicing martial arts.
To be exact, he was softening his body!
Qingluan'er had taught him.
Han Jue did not care or ask.
On a small mountain in the city.
The mother and son were in the forest.
The well-dressed Qingluan'er looked at the young Han Tuo and instructed, "Tuo'er, regarding this method, you can't spread it or tell your father, lest he be frightened."
Han Tuo waved his fist and nodded.
He was only nine years old, but his actions were already very sharp.
Qingluan'er's eyes revealed a sad expression as she thought, “If my son has cultivation potential, with such a wish, he might be able to become immortal in the future. Sighs."