Cultivation begins with the mysterious little tripod

Qingmu City is surrounded by mountains to the west and rivers to the east. It is the largest and richest city within a thousand miles.

From a distance, it looks like a giant beast crawling on the riverside drinking water.

After flying for half a day, Wang Fu and the other three landed heavily from the sky with Chang Shan sweating on his forehead.

Lin Zhi looked at the familiar city gate with a pale face. He was not excited at all about his first flight. He even raised his belly and vomited with a "wow" sound, which greatly damaged his elegant image. Wang Fu also shook his head slightly when he saw this. , and immediately glared at Chang Shan.

Chang Shan wiped the sweat from his forehead and stuffed two more pills into his mouth, smiling bitterly in his heart.

Let him, a tenth-level qi-refining monk who had just mastered flying magic weapons, fly for half a day and carry two people. This job was much more difficult than refining elixirs next to the earth's fire.

Wang Fu flicked out a soft spiritual power with his fingers and penetrated into Lin Zhi's body. After circulating around, Lin Zhi's cheeks quickly returned to rosy.

Wang Fu then headed towards the Lin family's mansion under the leadership of Lin Zhi.

In Qingmu City, the Lin family is in the south and the Lun family is in the north.

The city was huge, so in order not to cause unnecessary trouble, Wang Fuling Chang Shan hired a large carriage and finally arrived at the Lin family's residence in a quarter of an hour.

The gate of the mansion is decorated with carvings of dragons and phoenixes, and is resplendent. Two burly men in silver armor stand on both sides of the gate holding iron spears. They are full of energy and blood, like door gods, majestic and domineering.

Ordinary Xiaoxiao has to take a detour when seeing him.

Arriving at the gate of Lin Mansion, Lin Zhi was about to step onto the steps with complicated eyes. However, the two burly men came over with angry eyes and shouted:

"If a descendant from a side line comes in from a side door, is it possible that Miss Linzhi doesn't know the rules?"

While talking, one person pointed to a small small door not far from the main door.

"Two clan uncles, Lin Zhi has something to ask to see the ancestor. Please ask the clan uncle to be accommodating." Lin Zhi's face was complicated, and he bowed slightly and saluted.

"It's such a big deal and the rules cannot be changed. I'm sorry that we can't do anything about it."

"Can……"

…

Just when Lin Zhi went to negotiate, Wang Fu narrowed his eyes and looked at the Lin Mansion. Immediately afterwards, spiritual consciousness comparable to the Jindan realm poured into the entire Lin family. In just a few breaths, the entire Lin family came into view. Wang helped his mind.

It is clear who is in the mansion and who is doing what.

He even saw someone having an affair in broad daylight. Such behavior was so bad that Wang Fu looked at him for three breaths and despised him.

In addition, there are five auras of immortal cultivators in the Lin family, and Wang Fu pays close attention to them. The person with the highest level of cultivation was a middle-aged man with the eighth level of Qi Refining. Wang Fu felt a faint sense of familiarity between his brows, which surprised Wang Fu greatly.

The other four people, except for a little girl of fourteen or fifteen years old, all had six or seven levels of cultivation. Wang Fu took a closer look and understood that these three people were monks like the Lin family's guest minister.

However, there was no trace of the twelfth-level Qi Refining monk, let alone Lin Yinghe.

Wang Fu frowned, and then his consciousness invaded the ground, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

There is a secret room a few meters underground in the Lin family, and in the secret room, there is an old man with gray hair, sitting cross-legged on a futon as if he is pretending to be asleep. His breath is weak, as if he is pretending to be dead.

His cultivation was at the twelfth level of Qi refining, and his appearance and aura gradually overlapped with the old Lin in Wang Fu's memory. Although his appearance had changed slightly over the past few decades, his aura was definitely unmistakable.

It was Lao Lin, Lin Yinghe.

"Jingle Bell!"

Suddenly, a rapid sound of bells sounded in the underground chamber, and then the array pattern in the chamber lit up. The old man suddenly raised his head, stared into the void, and seemed to be looking at Wang Fu through heavy earth and rocks.

A hoarse voice that sounded like iron sand came from the old man's mouth:

"I don't know which senior is coming to visit. The Lin family is far away..."

Wang Fu withdrew his consciousness. He knew that Lin Yinghe had already discovered his consciousness with the help of the formation and the special copper bell magic weapon arranged underground by the Lin family. All he had to do now was wait quietly.

At this time, Lin Zhi begged to enter the palace for the third time and was kicked out.

"Ling Zhi, don't force it, just wait and see." Wang Fu reminded, and Lin Zhi stopped unwillingly.

Chang Shan, who was chewing pills on the side, grinned and said:

"Little Linzhi, the power of your Lin family is really extraordinary. You actually said that I, the supreme elder of the Liuhe Sect, was excluded. If other immortal cultivators in Shiling County find out about it, I'm afraid everyone will call you the Lin family's eldest son." Don’t start.”

"Master Immortal, forgive me..." Lin Zhi was about to kneel down quickly, but Wang Fu raised his hand and used the object control technique to stop him.

He turned around and looked at Chang Shan, with the same expression as Chang said:

"Chang Shan, since you have nothing to do, go and call the door."

"Ah..." Chang Shan was stunned and wanted to cry but he didn't dare to disobey the Supreme Elder's order. He could only walk towards the Lin family with his stomach in hand. When he saw the two big men who were glaring at each other, he snorted coldly and said, He wanted to wave his hand away, but at this moment, the door of Lin Mansion opened with a bang.

Immediately afterwards, a group of people rushed out.

The auras of several immortal cultivators hit his face, especially the gray-haired old man at the head, which made Chang Shan's expression suddenly change.

When four of the monks saw Chang Shan, they immediately bent down and saluted, saying:

"I'll wait to see my senior."

The gorgeously dressed ladies beside the four of them followed suit in a decent manner, but when several of them saw Lin Zhi, they were startled and their expressions changed drastically.

Everyone bowed to pay homage.

Only the gray-haired old man directly passed Chang Shan, looked forward, and finally settled on Wang Fu's face.

Tremblingly, he stretched out his hand and pointed at Wang Fu.

His face was full of disbelief.

"You, you...you are..."

"Senior Brother Lin, Lao Lin," Wang Fu grinned, "Long time no see..."

"Long time... no see, hahaha..."

…

Deep in the Lin Mansion, in an exquisite courtyard.

Beside the rockery, beside the spring, in the pavilion, a man in his twenties, seventies or eight, and an old man with gray hair were sitting opposite each other, sometimes laughing heartily, sometimes feeling inexplicably sad.

"Brother Wang, I didn't expect that I, Lin Yinghe, would be able to meet my old friend of Luo Yu Sect again in my lifetime. It's really a great blessing." Lin Yinghe's face was full of memories, "It's a pity that things have changed and people have changed. Brother, I am already old."

"But looking at you, it's like seeing the old sect."

He looked at Wang Fu's 27- or 28-year-old face, which gradually overlapped with the teenage boy in his mind, and felt a little envious.

After Wang Fu heard this, he looked at the white-haired man in front of him. With his spiritual consciousness, he could easily feel the vitality passing through the other person's body bit by bit. When it was completely exhausted, it would be the time when the path of life and death disappeared. .

His expression darkened, and he recalled in his mind the sloppy uncle who taught him logging skills on the Blackwood Cliff of Luo Yu Sect, and some other intersecting past events also emerged in his mind little by little.

After a while, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Life is impermanent. Even if he cultivates steadily like Lao Lin, he cannot break through to a higher realm. He can only fall into the gaps of time and disappear.

"Old Lin, you are really old..."