Cultivation begins with the mysterious little tripod
Chapter 427 Fuyao
Wangjiabao is located in a deep mountain far away from the old site of Wutong Village. Although this mountain is not a big mountain, it is already very majestic for the mortal world.
There is a town at the foot of the mountain, named Fuyao Town.
When Wang Fu and two younger generations came to this town in a carriage escorted by Wang's servants, Wang Fu's consciousness suddenly stopped when he saw the three big characters written on the door of the town.
"Fuyao..."
And on both sides of this stone arch, there are two other lines of poetry engraved.
It is "The great roc rises with the wind one day, Fuyao rises straight up to 90,000 miles."
"Little girl, why is this town called Fuyao?" Wang Fu opened his eyes and spoke with an unchanged expression.
Wang Qinglian, who was wearing a green skirt, suddenly heard the voice of her great-grandfather who had not made any move for several days. She was startled and hurriedly spoke respectfully:
"Replying to the great-grandfather, according to the records in the classics and notes that Qinglian read, this town was established not long after the establishment of my Wangjiabao, but the name was given by the living ancestor of my Wang family."
"Wangchou?" Wang Fu nodded slightly.
He closed his eyes immediately, seemingly continuing to close his eyes to rest his mind, but in fact his consciousness had been fully spread out, not only this Fuyao Town, but also the deep mountains that stretched for hundreds of miles behind it all fell into Wang Fu's mind.
In the deep mountains, halfway up the mountain, a group of exquisite and antique buildings stood out, with attics gathered together and enclosed by the long stone walls, like a fortress. From a distance, it seemed indestructible.
The three large characters "Wangjiabao" were written upright on the door of the entrance of the fortress.
Wang Fu's consciousness locked onto the fortress and probed into it. In an instant, he saw that many ordinary people in the fortress were wrapped in black air, which was the "ghost air" that reduced their lifespan.
And deep in Wangjiabao, in a secret room embedded in the stone wall of the deep mountain, the black air was the most dense.
After a few breaths, Wang Fu opened his eyes. He looked at the two somewhat nervous and respectful faces and slowly said:
"I have found the source of the 'ghost air' and will go first. You two go straight to Wangjiabao and come later. Don't reveal my existence at will."
After saying this, Wang Fu's whole body burst into a green light, and in an instant, he disappeared silently in the carriage.
Wang Qinglian looked happy and surprised. After responding respectfully, he immediately lifted the curtain of the carriage and ordered not to stop in Fuyao Town and go straight to Wangjiabao.
And Wang Guangzu, who was dressed in a Confucian robe, looked at the place where Wang Fu disappeared, but his eyes were full of longing and desire.
He murmured:
"Flying into the sky and hiding in the ground, coming and going without a trace, this is the method of the immortals! Why can't I cultivate immortality, what is the spiritual root...?"
...
The secret room deep in the Wang Family Castle is a forbidden place for the children of the Wang Family. Even the head of the family cannot set foot here without being summoned. There is no other reason, this place is the residence of the ancestor of the Wang Family.
And this ancestor is not only knowledgeable, but also the only super master in the Wang Family who has reached the pinnacle.
It is precisely because of the existence of this ancestor Wang Qiu that the Wang Family has today's prosperity.
The secret room is huge. Although there are bright candles on the two rows of stone pillars, the secret room still looks a little dim.
"Da Da Da" footsteps sounded, and a man in a white Confucian robe and gray hair slowly walked out from behind the screen of the secret room. He looks like he is in his fifties or sixties, but his back is hunched and slightly bulging, showing a sense of vicissitudes that does not match his age.
The man put his hands behind his back, stepped on the dark stone floor of the secret room, and came to a fairly flat wall.
On this wall, there were three portraits.
The people in the portraits were lifelike, and they were obviously from the hands of masters.
The man looked at the figures in the portraits, tidied them up and swept the dust with ease. There was a smile on his face, but his eyes were full of memories.
Finally, he stopped at one of the portraits. He looked at the person in the painting, stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and called softly:
"Brother, where are you, are you still alive?"
"Hey..."
As soon as these words came out, a sigh suddenly came from the secret room, and at the same time, a helpless voice sounded faintly.
"I'm still alive."
The man in the Confucian robe was shocked, turned around abruptly, and looked in the direction of the voice, and saw a slender man in black staring at him with a complicated face.
Looking at the strange yet familiar face, the man in the Confucian robe was stunned for a moment, but the next moment, he suddenly showed a fierce look, and a black mist immediately surrounded his body.
"You thief, you dare to break into my Wangjiabao, pretend to be someone else, and tease me, die!" The man in the Confucian robe shouted fiercely, and when he clasped his hands together, the black mist wrapped around his body immediately surged, and then a ghost-like howl was uttered, and three ghosts rushed out of the black mist.
Attacked the man.
No wonder the man in the Confucian robe was so angry, the appearance of the man in black was exactly the same as the person in the portrait in the middle of the wall behind him, but he looked a few years older.
But the man in black turned a deaf ear to the three ghosts that were howling and rushing at him, and just stared at the man in Confucian robes until the next moment he slowly opened his mouth and uttered a few words with a sad expression:
"Xiao Yao..."
"Brother?" The man in Confucian robes heard this name, his expression froze, and then his pupils shrank, and he called out subconsciously.
But at this time, the three ghosts were already close to the man in black, and they would kill him if they wanted to see him. When the man in Confucian robes came to his senses and wanted to take it back, it fell into the sea.
He panicked.
His heart suddenly jumped.
“No…” The man in the Confucian robe stretched out his hand to stop the ghosts, but it was too late. He could only watch the three ghosts he had summoned rushing towards the man in black.
These were the ghosts he had summoned for decades. Even the top masters in the martial arts world would die if they touched them.
He rushed over like crazy, but the next scene stunned him.
The ghosts that had killed many enemies for the Wang family, when they rushed to the man in black, were like spring snow meeting the scorching sun. They turned into the most original ghost energy and disappeared in a scream.
“Xiao Yao, I thought you were dead because your lifespan had run out, and I also thought about other situations of meeting, but I never thought that you and I would meet in this way after more than a hundred years.” The man in black was naturally Wang Fu who had lurked in. He recognized at a glance that the gray-haired man was the Wang Yao he had been looking for.
Wang Fu never thought that the source of the "ghost energy" on the Wang family was actually his own brother, from the ancestor of the Wang family, "Wang Chou".
What happened?
"You, are you really my brother, Wang Fu?" The man in the Confucian robe hesitated. Although the familiar feeling of blood connection filled his heart, he was still vigilant.
More than a hundred years is really too long.
Wang Fu sighed leisurely, took a deep breath, and smiled:
"Xiao Yao, you were less than six years old when I left home, a little pudding this tall..." He stretched out his hand and gestured.
"You were smart since you were young, learning to walk and talk early. When the children of your age in the village were still crawling on the ground, you could already run around the yard."
"I still remember that when you spoke, you didn't call your parents, but your brother, hehe..."
Wang Fu recalled the past and walked slowly towards the man in the Confucian robe. He had a long-lost warm smile on his face. After more than a hundred years of fighting and fighting with others, he saw his blood relatives at this moment. Even if his appearance had changed a lot, he still felt a warm current in his heart.
"That year, I was fourteen years old and you were almost six years old. The immortal came to the village and I was chosen. I left home with my parents' expectations and reluctance, as well as clothes and a bag of peanuts."
"From then on, I was separated from my parents."
"Xiao Yao, Zhou Peng said you are not dead. I have been looking for you for almost a hundred years."
"Brother..."
The man in the Confucian robe had red eyes and knelt on his knees with a "thump".
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