Cultivation begins with the mysterious little tripod

After a while, Wang Fu was completely disfigured by the purple-haired woman's rain-like fists, and his head was swollen like a pig's head.

At this moment, Wang Fu collapsed on the ground, like a puddle of mud, with unbearable pain all over his body. He was sweating profusely when he moved, and this also made him understand that the purple-haired woman was not an illusion, he was really beaten, and his body was beaten to pieces.

It's not that he didn't want to resist, his spiritual power was sealed by 99%, and he couldn't cast any spells. Moreover, the purple-haired woman's pair of small hands seemed to be soft and boneless, but in fact they were extremely powerful. Wang Fu felt like a human-shaped beast.

He estimated that even if he recovered his spiritual power, he would still have no power to fight back.

Fortunately, the purple-haired woman seemed to just want to vent her anger on him, and didn't really hurt his bones and muscles, just some flesh and blood.

"Boy, how do you feel?" The purple-haired woman kicked Wang Fu, who was lying on the white jade bridge, and clapped her hands. The anger on her delicate face disappeared, and she smiled and showed a pair of small tiger teeth, "Do you dare to mess around in my territory?"

"Quanbei... Quan, Bei, Wocuo... Le!" Wang Fu moved his lips with difficulty. Because his face was swollen like a pig's head, he couldn't speak clearly, "No, do it, don't... do it!"

"Huh? Don't do it?" The purple-haired woman raised her eyebrows.

Wang Fu panicked, his body trembled involuntarily, and he quickly straightened his tongue and said in a hurry:

"No, don't... dare! Du... dare!"

"Hmph, I don't think you dare, if you do it again, I will peel your skin." The purple-haired woman snorted, and with a wave of her hand, the jade slip that Wang Fu had just recorded the erotic scene fell into her hands.

With a pinch of her little hand, the jade slip turned into powder in front of Wang Fu's eyes.

Wang Fu's eyelids twitched wildly.

The purple-haired woman patted the dust off her hands, slightly bent her extremely seductive perfect posture, grabbed Wang Fu's collar, and lifted him up.

"Hiss..."

Wang Fu immediately took a breath of cold air, feeling as if the bones all over his body were about to break, but his body was paralyzed by pain and he could do nothing.

He could only let the purple-haired woman do whatever she wanted.

"I am not compatible with Huang and Du. If it weren't for the fact that your Yuanyang is still there, I would definitely make you pay for it again." The purple-haired woman stared at Wang Fu with her purple eyes, and waved her other hand in front of Wang Fu with a fist, the threat was obvious.

Then the purple-haired woman "gently" patted Wang Fu's belly again, and Wang Fu suddenly felt as if a big iron hammer hit his belly fiercely, and the pain made his eyes black and he almost fainted.

Then, he could vaguely hear the purple-haired woman exclaiming from time to time:

"Hey, I didn't expect you to have so many good things in your stomach, the wonder of heaven and earth 'Tongyourang'... What kind of skill is this, it looks familiar... One-fifth of that peerless sword book? [Golden Brilliant Thunder Sword Art]?"

"Tsk tsk tsk... What a pity, I remember my husband seemed to have obtained one of them, the [Black Emperor Eclipse Thunder Sword Art], but it was taken away by someone. Among the five elements, gold gives birth to water, and these two sword arts can just be combined into one..."

"This is..." Suddenly, the purple-haired woman exclaimed, and then her face sank, and her purple eyes glanced at Wang Fu, a hint of murderous intent flashed, although it quickly disappeared, but it also made Wang Fu feel like he fell into an ice cellar, and his hair stood up all over his body.

Even the floating clouds around this "Extreme Fantasy Cloud Bridge" stopped for a moment.

"All, all?" Wang Fu opened his mouth cautiously. He didn't know what the purple-haired woman saw in his body that would reveal her murderous intent, but he knew that he was definitely not her opponent.

In order to save his life, he could only act innocent.

The purple-haired woman heard the voice and suddenly smiled. She was so beautiful that Wang Fu was fascinated and relieved at the same time.

Since she smiled, it means everything is fine.

"You are lucky." The purple-haired woman chuckled and threw Wang Fu in her hand to the front of the white jade bridge.

The next moment, the whole person disappeared, as if he had never been there.

Wang Fu was caught off guard by the sudden feeling of weightlessness. He was about to fall to the ground with his face. He could only endure the severe pain all over his body and prop up his arms to protect his head.

Plop!

However, the expected pain did not come, nor did the cold touch of the white jade bridge surface. There was only a burst of grass fragrance that soaked the tip of his nose.

Wang Fu couldn't help moving his nose and stood up from the grass. The injuries on his body disappeared and there was no pain at all.

He looked at the village under the blue sky and white clouds, and the vigorous and green sycamore tree next to the village. A strong sense of familiarity swept over his heart.

The stream in front of the village, the bluestone bridge on the stream, and the stone tablet with the three big characters "Wutong Village" carved on it all showed that this place was Wang Fu's hometown.

Wutong Village.

"Brother..."

A hearty call came from the entrance of the village, attracting Wang Fu's attention. This was a young man in plain linen clothes. The young man was in his early twenties and had a sunny face. He waved in the direction of Wang Fu, smiling, and trotted to Wang Fu.

A closer look showed that he was three points similar to Wang Fu.

Wang Fu frowned, narrowed his eyes slightly, and even his soul felt a throbbing sensation.

"Brother." The young man looked at Wang Fu with a smile.

"Xiao... Yao?" Wang Fu opened his mouth, looked at the young man in disbelief, and made a somewhat awkward sound in his throat.

"Brother, what's wrong with you? Why are you so absent-minded?" The young man patted the grass on Wang Fu's shoulder, "Go home quickly, your parents are waiting for you."

Wang Fu was stunned.

Dad...

Mom...

For no reason, his eyes turned red. Although he knew that it was just an illusion, he couldn't help but want to see his parents.

"Okay, go home." Wang Fu forced a somewhat stiff smile, patted the head of the young man in front of him, and sighed, "You have grown up so much."

"Brother, what's wrong with you? Why are you so strange?" The young man looked at Wang Fu and asked in confusion.

"Nothing, go home quickly and see your parents." Wang Fu looked at the young man in front of him who was as tall as himself with a little flickering eyes. The other's face and voice were exactly the same as Wang Yao in his imagination in his heart.

But this also shows that the young man in front of him was just an illusion.

Soon, Wang Fu followed the young man into the village. Nothing in the village had changed. He met many familiar faces on the way, including the increasingly elderly village chief Zhou and Uncle Wang, whose temples were already gray... They looked at the Wang brothers with a kind face.

Wang Fu nodded in response, but his eyes were red.

Wutong Village, the Wutong Village in his memory, if all this were true, it would be great.

The furnishings in the yard at home had not changed. Two familiar figures with hunched backs sat at the dining table in the house. On the table were Wang Fu's favorite dishes when he was a child, braised pork, mapo tofu, twice-cooked pork...

However, when Wang Fu looked over, the two figures were blurred and unreal, as if a layer of fog covered their faces, making Wang Fu want to walk into the room to see it for real.

"Fuer, Yaoer, come and eat." A familiar voice came from the house, it was the voice of his mother.

Wang Fu's eyes were hot, and he couldn't help shedding two tears, but he stood outside the door, as if he was a rock, unmoved.

"I'm here, mother." The young man next to Wang Fu responded and ran into the house.

"Fuer, come in quickly, mother has made your favorite dishes." The mother's voice came.

In addition, there were the voices of his father and Xiaoyao.

"Fuer, go home."

"Brother, come in quickly, we are all waiting for you."

"Fuer, Fuer..."

"Brother, what's wrong with you..."

The continuous calls urged Wang Fu like a magic sound, prying the softest part of Wang Fu's heart little by little, and infinitely magnifying his longing for his parents and brother.

However, Wang Fu smiled miserably.

His eyes were blurred and tears flowed.

Deep in his heart, he longed for this to be true, his parents were alive, his brother Xiaoyao was found, and the family was harmonious, but all this was an illusion.

Wang Fu closed his eyes in pain, and when he opened them again, he was indifferent again. A gust of wind blew by, and everything disappeared.

In front of Wang Fu was still the white jade bridge, but at this moment he was standing on the edge of the jade bridge. If he took another step, he would be in the endless abyss.