Han’s Immortal Path

Han Benzhi spoiled Han Duanyu too much. Had it not been for Liu Weiwei's harshness, Han Duanyu would become an unlearned dude in the future, deceiving men and women under the name of his grandfather.

Han Benzhi smiled and said nothing.

A group of red clouds descended from the sky and landed in front of Han Changming. A burly red-shirted man walked down from the red clouds. It was Han Benyong, the third son of Han Changming.

Han Benyong was unable to master a skill, but he was diligent in cultivation. He is like Han Debiao, who is aggressive by nature. He is currently practicing to the middle stage of foundation building, and Han Benzhi is still in the early stage of foundation building.

"Yes, I have entered the middle stage of foundation construction, and I have grown more than your brother."

Han Changming looked at Han Benyong up and down, then smiled and praised.

Han Benyong looked sad, and said, "Father, grandfather and grandmother are going to die soon, let's go and have a look!"

The grandfather and grandmother in his mouth were Han Changming's parents. After Han Changming entered the Dan-condensing period, their treatment was much better, but their lifespan was almost the same.

Han Changming's heart sank. He had already prepared for it, but when this day came, he was still very sad.

"Let's go! Let's go over and have a look, and see off for parents and mothers."

Han Changming sighed and felt heavy. Ye Xin, Liu Weiwei and Han Benfu were cultivating, and he did not disturb them.

He offered Fei Ling Shuo and flew towards Qingluo Island with Ye Xue and others.

Qingluo Island, an extremely large manor, gathered hundreds of mortals of the Han family in the manor, including men, women and children, all descendants of Hanshan.

With the improvement of Han Changming’s cultivation level, Han Shan’s treatment has continued to increase. There are hundreds of grandchildren, and the clansmen gathered in the manor are still representatives of each house. All descendants of Han Shan add up to thousands. This is why the immortal cultivators don’t Living with mortals, mortals multiply too fast, don't worry about food and clothing, Han Shan has more than a thousand descendants, and as time goes by, the number of his descendants will increase.

A blue pavilion with carved beams and painted buildings, Han Shan was full of white hair and wrinkled face. He was lying on the bed and his eyes were almost unable to open. Li Xue was also full of white hair. Sitting on the side, a boy in a blue shirt with clear eyes Stand aside.

A middle-aged man with fat head and big ears paced back and forth, looking very anxious.

"Why hasn't Brother Seven come back? Didn't Ben Yong go back to report? Isn't Brother Seven cultivating?"

The middle-aged man frowned, his face full of sadness.

"Don't bother him... he practices..."

Han Shan said weakly, stretched out his right hand, Li Xue clasped Han Shan's palm tightly, choked up and said: "Old man, I know what you mean, stop talking and take a good rest."

There was a slight sound of footsteps, and Han Changming and others walked in.

Seeing his parents with white hair and wrinkles, Han Changming's eyes were red and his expression was sad.

"Father, the child is here."

Han Changming strode to the bed and knelt down.

"Ming'er, Dad's greatest achievement in this life... is you, you have to practice harder, Dad hopes you can go on the fairy road... ·····Farther."

Han Shan said intermittently, his tone weak and weak.

Han Changming clasped Han Shan's palm tightly and solemnly promised: "Father, grandson took it down, sharp, come and meet great-grandfather."

Han Duanyu walked over quickly, knelt down honestly, and said, "Grandson Duanrui, pay homage to great-grandfather."

"Father, this is Benzhi's second son Duan Rui, you have seen him."

Not long after Han Duanyu was born, Han Benzhi and Liu Weiwei took Han Duanyu to Qingluo Island and stayed with Hanshan Li Xue for a while.

Han Shan nodded with satisfaction, and pointed to the middle-aged man and said, "Ming'er, this is your youngest brother...Han Fu, his grandson has spiritual roots, please. NS."

The boy in the green shirt strode forward, knelt down, and said, "Grandson Han Duanxian pays homage to Uncle Qi."

With Han Changming’s successful example, Han Shan’s descendants have worked hard to create humans, hoping to reappear the spiritual roots. With their efforts, Han Changming’s youngest brother, Han Fu’s grandson, Han Xian, has detected spiritual roots, earth, wood, gold, fire and four spirits. Root, can have the character generation, practice immortal law.

"Benzhi, you will take more care of Duanxian from now on, let him be a company with Duan Rui!"

Han Changming instructed that Han Benzhi had no intention of practicing, so it was most suitable for him to take care of Duanxian.

Han Duanxian, from this name, knows that Han Shan has high hopes for him, and Si Linggen's qualifications are particularly poor. For Han Shan's sake, Han Changming can help him.

"I see, Dad, I will take care of Duanxian."

Han Benzhi honestly agreed.

After Han Shan heard this, the stone hanging in his heart was put down, and his eyes were slowly closed, his breath disappeared.

Han Changming looked sad, and Han Fu and others howled.

Two days later, Xu Shi was too sad, and Li Xue also left.

Since then, Han Changming's parents have not survived, leaving thousands of descendants. With Han Changming, these thousands of mortals can live a life of worry-free clothing and food.

After taking care of the funeral of his parents, Han Changming and his party left Qingluo Island, and Han Duanxian also returned to Huludao.

When his parents passed away, Han Changming felt very heavy.

He understood why the ancestors separated the mortal and the cultivator. The cultivator had to be clear-hearted. It does not mean that the cultivator’s lifespan is much longer than that of the mortal. As time goes by, the mortal relatives of the cultivator will gradually When I grow old, a relative died every three to five. Today my parents are dead, tomorrow my brothers and sisters are dead, and the day after tomorrow my grand-nephew is dead, it affects the mind of the immortal cultivator very much.

Strictly speaking, immortal cultivators are powerful people. How could they be ruthless and desireless. The relatives who got along day and night died, and how could there be no grief at all. It was too painful to watch the death of a relative who got along day and night.

Qianyangfeng, a secluded small courtyard with blue tiles, Han Changming and Ye Xue are sitting in the stone pavilion, with spiritual tea and snacks on the table.

"Husband, don't be too sad. Birth, old age, sickness and death are normal things. Don't talk about parents, our children and grandchildren also have this day. This is something we must experience."

Ye Xue led the way softly, her eyes firm.

They have a large number of children and grandchildren, and it is impossible for all of them to keep going on Xiantu. Han Changming enters the alchemy phase and has a life of nearly six hundred years old. If Ye Xue does not enter the alchemy phase, he will sit down before Han Changming. Ye Xue had a lot of feelings during the trip to Qingluo Island. She hoped to stay with Han Changming all the time, and didn't want to leave Han Changming.

"The journey of immortality is long, Xueer, promise me that I must go down with me. I don't want to watch you sit down."

Han Changming said solemnly, holding Ye Xue's palm tightly.

"Well, I will stay with my husband forever. I plan to retreat and practice and attack the later stage of foundation building. Anyway, there is nothing wrong with the clan affairs.

Ye Xue agreed without hesitation, leaning her head in Han Changming's arms.

She is the acting head of the family, and she doesn't have to deal with things at ordinary times, but is responsible for the direction of the family's development.

The next day, Ye Xue practiced in retreat.

A desolate open land in the northwest corner of Huludao.

Standing on a yellow boulder, Han Changming looked at Han Benyong not far away, his expression full of admiration.

Han Benyong held a red flag with a length of five feet, with a fire cloud pattern on the flag, emitting an astonishing heat wave.

Three Tier 2 puppets are besieging Han Benyong. Han Benyong waved the red flag and released red fireballs, smashing at the three Tier 2 puppets.

Han Benzhi didn't have much interest in cultivation, and Han Changming put his hopes on Han Benfu and Han Benyong.

Han Benyong is aggressive by nature, and he has much more combat experience than Han Benzhi.

Han Changming also intends to temper Han Benyong, hoping that he will become the next Han Debiao.

A huge blue eagle with wings spread out by several feet fell from the sky, and its sharp claws grabbed Han Benyong's chest.

A one-person tall red giant tiger puppet sprayed a thick red beam of light and came straight to Han Benyong, and a white spider puppet sprayed out a white spider web more than ten feet in size, covering Han Benyong.

Faced by the enemy on three sides, Han Benyong's face was calm and did not show a trace of panic.

A large red flame emerged from the red flag in his hand, and with a light sway, a thick red wall of fire appeared out of thin air and stood in front of him.

The red light beam hit the red fire wall, as if hitting the copper wall and iron wall, making a "bang" muffled sound, and suddenly disappeared.

Han Benyong shook his hands, and the red flag flag suddenly burst into flames. A huge fireball measuring ten feet in size flew out of the flag and hit the white spider web. At the same time, a burst of fire flashed on his chest, a thick red color. The light curtain emerges out of thin air, protecting the whole body.

The claws of the cyan giant eagle caught on the red light curtain, and a muffled sound was heard, and the red light curtain was intact.

Han Benyong presented a red net bag, which immediately covered the cyan giant eagle, and the red net bag quickly tightened, binding the cyan giant eagle.

The giant red tiger spawned from the left ~www.readwn.com~ With a kick on his front leg, he leaped up and rushed over with a fishy wind.

With a muffled sound, the red light curtain on Han Benyong's body was smashed by the tiger's claws, and the whole person was also thrown to the ground by the red giant tiger, but it was not a major problem.

"If it is a life-and-death battle, you are already dead, and you only impose a defense on yourself. It is too underestimated. You and your clansmen hunt the monster beast. The monster beast has a single attack method and is trapped by the formation. It is naturally invincible. It’s not the same. If you underestimate the enemy, if you fight against the immortal cultivator, you will definitely suffer a big loss. Remember, when you fight against people, you must first apply defense. Underestimating the enemy will kill you."

Han Changming said in a stern tone, Han Benyong is too young and needs more training.

Han Benyong even claimed that it was, and put away the magic weapon.

"Brother Nine, I said where you went. I was here to show my brave fighting method."

A silver bell-like woman's voice suddenly sounded, and a three-foot-old red giant eagle fell from the sky and landed in front of Han Changming. Han Changying jumped off the red giant eagle's back, with a smile on her face.