It is said that Shizun is a devil

Han Jin silently swallowed the grievance of a younger brother who suddenly popped up who looked like his grandfather, and kept a peaceful mind: "First, my mother said that the one who destroyed my Wei family was the Lin family in the north. My mother is about to die, yes I left my last words, but is it a lie? Second, my mother dresses in a dignified manner. If my father really gambled away all the family property, can my mother leave jewelry and silk clothes? Third, what he said is true. It was hinted that my family died from the gambling debts owed by my father, but the owner of the gambling shop killed my family and set fire to my house. How much money can I get back? Why didn’t I drive my family out and occupy the family property, not to make a profit More? Fourth, my mother is a boudoir girl, but her cultivation is higher than that of Nascent Soul, female cultivators are weak, and they are rare in the first place, so how could she fall in love with a gambler from a descendant of a declining family?"

Han Jing listened blankly to Han Jin's question, and subconsciously asked, "What's wrong with seeing your father? It's true love."

Han Jin: "..."

Han Jin: "Well, maybe my mother is true love to my father just like I am to you, but the Lin family in the north will not be mentioned by my mother out of thin air. The person who chased and killed my mother has a high level of cultivation. To deal with a gambler Ghost family, need to dispatch so many masters?"

Han Jing felt that what Han Jin said made sense, but Mr. Wei seemed to have a sincere expression on his face. Han Jing still remembered the red eyes wrapped in the old wrinkles in the candlelight, and it was unexpected that they were fake.It turns out that people in this world have such superb acting skills, but I, with my poor acting skills, can't always distinguish their drama from their true hearts.

"...Then you think your brother is lying to us? Why?"

Han Jin shook his head: "If he is really my cousin as he said, then he should have not been born or just born, and he should know nothing. There is only one reason why he would lie, that is, the story he heard was a lie .”

But Mr. Wei is already the head of the Wei family. In this town dominated by mortals, the population is changing rapidly. Talented practitioners have worshiped famous mountains and rivers early. Those who are as talented as Mr. Wei are already old. Well, 300 years have passed, and no one who knows what happened back then may be found.

After all, if it wasn't for Han Jing, Han Jin's family would have been forgotten by now.

Han Jing raised her immature face, her grape-black round eyes calmly expressed sincere concern: "Jin'er, do you want to know the truth?"

Along the way, I met a lot of things, met a lot of people, most of them met by chance, and witnessed the disappearance of life, but after all, I just read other people's stories, and I have no reason to stay in other people's lives, and I have no right to seek the truth of other people's lives .But this matter is related to Han Jin. As long as Han Jin wants to find the truth about Han Jin's parents, no matter how difficult it is, no matter how much time it takes, whether he is going to the snowfields in the north or the forests in the south, Han Jing Will be with him until the last truth emerges.

Han Jin looked at him, smiled and shook his head: "No need, people cannot be resurrected after death. The current peace? No matter what happens, it is also a matter of the previous generation, so let me go to the descendants of the enemy to take revenge?"

Han Jing didn't expect Han Jin to see it so openly: "But, no matter whether you want revenge or not, the truth must always be remembered."

Han Jin said: "Only the living need the truth, but some truths are just a burden to the living."

Han Jing thought for a while: "However, this is a very sad thing for the deceased."

Han Jin said: "When a person dies, can the dead really feel sad?"

Han Jing felt that Han Jin's attitude was too indifferent, but this was Han Jin's family matter, since Han Jin said he didn't need it, Han Jing would not force him to look for something he didn't want.

The two were speechless for a while, Fuwang, who was being held by Han Jin, looked at them blankly, and suddenly stretched out his hand angrily and slapped Han Jin across the face.

Han Jin: "..." Although this slap doesn't hurt, is this kid about to rebel? !

Fuwang was hugged by Han Jin, with his hands on his hips, and glared at Han Jin angrily: "Bad guy! Don't make Han Jing angry!"

Han Jin: "..." Heartless little bastard!Who changed your diaper, who fed you milk!

Han Jing was a little disappointed at first, but was amused by Fuwang's protective appearance.Every time when he is unhappy, Fuwang can always dispel Hanjing's inner depression with the pure care in the child's heart, and let Hanjing see the hope of this world.

Han Jing opened her arms, and smiled until her eyes narrowed into two small crescents: "Fuwang, come, master, give me a hug."

Fuwang immediately stretched out his arms and struggled in Han Jin's arms, wanting to flee to Han Jing's arms.

Han Jin: "..." Little heartless!

The child grew up quickly, and was no longer a small lump when held by Han Jing. Fuwang stretched out his chubby hand, like Han Jing usually praised himself for being cute, and gently rubbed Han Jing's hair Ding: "Master is good, Master is the best~"

Han Jing: "..." Although it's a little offending, it's probably forgivable.

Uncovering Han Jin's life experience full of mysteries is of no help in solving the formation of the book, so we can only find another opportunity to make clichés. After all, it should be a very important thing of the Wei family, and there will always be some records left.

The next day, Mr. Wei invited Han Jing and Little White Goat to give an enlightenment class to the children with good spiritual roots that the Wei family had finally determined. Although we couldn’t talk about the specific exercises, the theoretical things were common. Regarding the belief in life and the persistence in practice, Han Jing could talk about it for a day, so she happily went to the appointment.

The Wei family finally left [-] children in Zongxue this year. The oldest of these children is only eight years old, even Yiqing, and the youngest is only two years old. I can understand Han Jing's words.

Han Jing tried to speak in a simple and easy-to-understand way. Mahayana monks sit down and discuss the Tao. Even if it is a simple truth, if it is said from his mouth, it is like a mantra, arousing the aura around Han Jing.

Old Mr. Wei was at the side, feeling the active Shui Ling around Han Jing, he glanced at Han Jing in surprise, his hand holding the cane was trembling slightly.

Although I knew that Han Jing's cultivation level was not low, I really felt the spiritual flow around Han Jing when he was sitting and discussing the Tao.

The way of Tao is mysterious and mysterious. Although it mainly depends on one's comprehension, why is the master so important?It is all because of listening to the lectures by the master who has a deep cultivation base, and can break through the shackles of the body more easily through the master's way, just like a bird learning to fly. Windshield spends less effort and flies higher than other baby birds.

Once Han Jing is immersed in his own Tao, it is like a step from heaven to earth in this small school. If you can seize the opportunity to follow Han Jing up the stairs, this enlightenment class will help you These children quickly rise to a higher position than their peers.

But except for a few older children, the others are not very serious.

Such a rare opportunity, an opportunity that a monk has dreamed of all his life, these children don't understand, and they don't know that they should cherish it.

Every time he catches the small actions of these clan disciples who think they are concealed, Mr. Wei's face darkens a little.Every time they meet the eyes of Mr. Wei with a guilty conscience, these children can sit with their chests up and their heads up for a while, but the children's self-control can only last for a quarter of an hour. After Mr. Wei reminded him a few times, he finally went down and returned one The little boy with lanugo grabbed it.

The little boy was trembling with fright, looked up at Mr. Wei's angry face, and cried out with a "wow".

However, Mr. Wei just winked at the people behind him, and a sturdy servant came over and grabbed the child, and took the crying hysterical child out.

Han Jing, who was immersed in her own little world, looked at the child who was only three or four years old being taken out with a dazed expression, and stood up quickly.

The aura in the entire academy suddenly slackened, like a bag with a hole in it, and it shriveled up in an instant. Mr. Wei carefully accompanied him with a smile: "He is too naughty, you continue."

Han Jing followed out worriedly, and saw the servant standing in the middle of the square, grabbing the boy's ankle and making him stand on his head.

The boy said he was standing on his head, but in fact he was hanging upside down by his ankles by his servants. He cried so much that his nose and tears flowed, and his nose poured into his nasal cavity. Struggling, waving his arms wildly, snot and saliva dripped all over his face along the corners of his nose and mouth, almost looking like he was about to die.

Han Jing hurriedly stepped forward and pushed away the servant's hand, put one hand on the boy's waist, and turned him around.

As soon as the boy landed on his feet, he immediately squatted down and coughed violently.

Han Jing took out a handkerchief to clean up the boy, and said angrily to Mr. Wei who was watching: "The child is already playful, how can he be tortured like this!"

Mr. Wei laughed along: "If you don't teach a child, you won't be able to do it well. The servant has a sense of propriety, so nothing will happen to him."

The boy hugged Hanjing's thigh and cried, looked at the servant and then at Mr. Wei, trembling in his small body.

Han Jing can only help him this time. After all, he is not his apprentice and has no right to intervene. He can only try to speak nicely to Mr. Wei: "The child is still young, so he shouldn't have to endure such pain."

Old Man Wei smiled bitterly: "The talent is not good, if he can't even endure this bit of hardship, what is he talking about soaring, and he will regret what he did today when he sees the faces of the people around him forever and he is getting old slowly. "

Han Jing: "..."

His childhood was always spent with books, he was able to read the books he wanted to read, and eat what he liked, and Han Jin’s childhood, he never restrained himself, because the master knew his talent, and he knew Han Jin’s talent , He and Han Jin are people who don't need to worry.

But people with poor talent have no time to waste.

Even if you are only three or four years old, you already need to take advantage of time and desperately start to catch up with time.