Cultivation begins with the mysterious little tripod

After Wang Fu left Lingjiao Peak, he came to Ziyue Residence a few breaths later and said goodbye to the girl who called him Master. Of course, there was also Bai Zhi, who was also a disciple of Tianfu Sect.

The two girls were very sad about Wang Fu's departure, but they also understood that it was impossible for them to go with Wang Fu with their cultivation level, and they could not change Wang Fu's decision.

After the last heart-to-heart talk, Wang Fu taught the two girls [Pure Spirit Skill] and left them with a lot of means to save their lives. Among them were three three-color small swords. These three small swords were compressed and refined with three-color divine thunder and Xuanlei sword light. Although they were disposable consumables, their power was comparable to Wang Fu's full-strength attack.

It was for this reason that Wang Fu confidently assured Wenren Qingcang that unless there was an attack from the Nascent Soul Realm, he could keep the Wenren family safe three times.

As for handing it over to Wenren Ziyue for safekeeping and connecting it with the woman's soul, it was naturally a little selfish of his.

I hope this girl can get the full training of the entire Wenren family and grow up, and it is worth the "sir".

After staying in Ziyueju for three days and guiding the two girls to put [Pure Spiritual Skill] on the right track, Wang Fu quietly left the Wenren family on the morning of the fourth day.

He first went to the Treasure Pavilion where Pavilion Master Yu Lan was, and asked if there was any news about Wang Yao, but the result naturally did not change.

Wang Fu almost had no hope for this.

Wang Yao probably had no spiritual roots and could not become an immortal cultivator. I am afraid he had already turned into a pile of yellow earth.

After leaving the Treasure Pavilion, Wang Fu went south all the way to Daxia.

He had been away from home for nearly a hundred years. Now that part of the great revenge had been avenged, it was time to go back and pay homage to his parents.

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"Wutong Town?"

In the sky, a translucent figure wearing a silver cloak was suspended in the sky, looking at the bustling town in the mountains and forests, frowning slightly.

This person was Wang Fu, who had been hiding all the way from Dajing Country and spent more than a year rushing to Yongnan County in Daxia.

He looked at the unfamiliar town with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

Wutong Village had clearly turned into a ruin long ago, so how could it become so prosperous now?

The scale of this town is not small, with a radius of nearly ten miles. It is not similar to the Wutong Village in his memory. Wang Fu even released his divine sense and carefully explored the area of ​​100 miles. Finally, with the help of the surrounding mountains, he confirmed that the town under his feet was his hometown Wutong Village.

"It seems that in the past hundred years, Wutong Village has not only been rebuilt, but also developed into a real town." After staring blankly in the air for a while, Wang Fu looked at the three big characters "Wutong Town" written on a rather exquisite stone gate at the entrance of the town, and couldn't help but sigh.

After hesitating for a moment, his figure flashed and disappeared from the air, and then appeared in an inconspicuous alley in the town, and then he walked out of the alley with a swagger, walking slowly along the bluestone ground on the street.

"The village in the past has really disappeared completely." Wang Fu looked at the unfamiliar houses and attics on both sides of the street. Although they were much more exquisite and prosperous than the former Wutong Village, they did not feel familiar at all.

He felt a little lost for no reason.

He walked aimlessly, the shouts of the people in the town echoed in his ears, and a noisy atmosphere surged into his heart.

After an unknown period of time, a sturdy tree appeared in front of him. This tree seemed to be decades old and in its prime. It was planted in the square in the center of Wutong Town.

"Wutong tree?" Wang Fu looked at the tree and finally found a familiar feeling.

There were many red cloth ribbons floating on the tree, with many wishes written on them. I think they were used by the people in the town to pray for blessings.

Wang Fu remembered that this was the location of the sycamore tree at the entrance of Wutong Village, but that sycamore tree had already died. So, was it replanted by someone later?

So, the sycamore tree in front of him was so young?

But where did the villagers' tombstones go?

Wang Fu sighed. He tried his best to find his past memories from this town named "Wutong", but the passage of time was a sea of ​​​​change, and this place had completely changed its appearance.

He looked in the other direction of the town and hesitated. That was where the house used to be, but everything else had changed. The former home must have changed its owner.

He thought about it and finally decided to go and take a look.

After all, he had to give up.

Wang Fu, dressed in black, walked slowly on the street. Although those ordinary people were a little curious about this strange face, that was all. After all, their town was famous within a radius of 100 miles, and people came and went, and people from other towns often came here to admire it.

Wang Fu walked very slowly. It took him half an hour to walk a distance that used to take half an hour.

He stopped only when he saw a rather luxurious courtyard where his family used to live. He looked at the two characters "Wangfu" on the plaque and became even more confused.

Could it be that the person who built the house here was also surnamed Wang?

With such doubts, Wang Fu couldn't help but recall the scenes with his parents. He couldn't help but feel sad. Now things have changed, and he didn't know whether he should go in or not.

But at this moment, an old man with gray hair and a smell of wine came up to Wang Fu and kindly reminded him:

"Little brother, please give way quickly and don't stand at the gate of the palace. It will be the time when the Wang family returns to the ancestral home every year to worship. It is said that the adults from the county and state will come in person. If you collide with someone, you can It’s not good.”

Wang Fu looked at the kind-hearted old man, but he was quite confused. Then he thanked him and asked:

"I wonder what kind of Wang family my father-in-law is talking about? Is it possible that others are not allowed to stay here?"

"Little brother, you don't know about the Wang family? It seems that your knowledge is a bit shallow." The old man looked at Wang Fu with a smile.

"I'm sorry, I'm from out of town. I don't know much about the Wang family. I seem to be very knowledgeable. Why don't you tell me about it?" Wang Fu looked at the tavern not far behind the old man and added, "That's just right. Have a few drinks.”

"Haha... No problem, let's go. The old man has been running a tavern here for decades. If you want to say who knows the most about the Wang family's ancestor worship, it must be the old man." After hearing this, the old man immediately called Wang Fu and brought him He led him to the tavern opposite the palace.

Taking a jug, filling it with good wine, and a plate of peanuts, the two people, who looked like an old man and a young man, sat in a sparsely populated tavern, drinking and talking.

"Old man, please tell me in detail now." Wang Fu poured wine into the wine glass in front of the old man, poured another glass for himself, and then looked like he was listening attentively.

The old man was also unambiguous. Now that Wang Fu bought his wine, the waves began to rise.

"The Wang family has made a huge contribution to Wutong Town. It was the Wang family that founded our town and developed it to what it is today."

"The people in our town are all grateful to the Wang family..."

"Old man, let's talk about the Wang family's ancestor worship." Wang Fu saw that the old man seemed to be talking more and more, so he quickly reminded him to get back to the topic.

"Ah haha... that's too far." The old man laughed twice, and then said, "Ever since the first head of the Wang family was admitted to the No. 1 Scholar in Daxia Kingdom, he has returned to his ancestral home every year to worship his ancestors. According to my grandfather's generation As I said, at first, this place was still in ruins, but it was rebuilt with the strong support of the champion..."

"Originally, the Wang family has not produced any high-ranking officials since the number one scholar of the Wang family decades ago. But in the past few years, someone from the Wang family somehow got into second place, so this time the Wang family paid tribute to their ancestors and sent letters widely. , not only the members of the Wang family from various branches will be recalled, but even the governors of our Yongnan County will come to visit in person. "

"I wonder what the name of this champion from decades ago is?" Wang Fu couldn't help but ask after hearing this.