Cultivation begins with the mysterious little tripod

When Wang Fu saw that Wang Yao finally recognized him, a relieved smile immediately appeared on his face.

At this moment, he finally understood why the Wang family's ancestral temple was built on top of his family's house.

Finally understood, Wangjiabao

Fuyao, Fuyao, aren't they the names of him and Xiaoyao?

At that time, the names of the children in Wutong Village were all given by the teacher in the school.

Zhou Peng, Wang Tong, Wang Feng, Wang Yao...

The roc rises with the wind in one day and soars up to 90,000 miles.

It's no wonder that Zhenbao Pavilion can't find any trace of his younger brother. There is nowhere in the world with the name Wang Yao. There is just an ancestor of the Wang family who carries hatred and goes by the pseudonym "Wang Chou".

After a hundred years, the brothers met again. Although their appearance had changed and their auras had changed, their hearts connected by blood had not changed at all.

A few hours later.

Inside the screen of the secret room, two people, one black and one white, knelt in front of two memorial tablets, offering incense and kowtow.

After a while, the two of them got up, and under the leadership of Wang Yao, they came to a stream in the secret room, made tea and sat down.

Wang Fu looked at Wang Yao's eyebrows that were very similar to his, recalling the little pudding in his heart. After a moment of silence, he drank the fragrant tea in front of him and then spoke:

"Xiao Yao, tell me, how did you escape the destruction of the village by Wanfamen and Spirit Beast Villa?"

"Wanfa Sect, Spirit Beast Villa? Brother, are these two forces the ones who killed our parents?" Wang Yao's face darkened. If he hadn't just reunited with his brother, he might have exploded on the spot.

Despite this, his face was still gloomy and murderous.

"This is one of the two major immortal sects in the Great Xia Kingdom. The Spiritual Beast Villa among them has been destroyed by me. As for the Wanfa Sect, it escaped from the Great Xia due to the invasion of the demonic way and disappeared." Wang Fu nodded slightly, his voice clear. He secretly cast a calming sonic spell to calm Wang Yao's anger.

"Was half of it destroyed by my brother? Unfortunately, I have been investigating for a hundred years, but I can only find out that the destruction of the village was caused by ordinary people."

Wang Yao's breath gradually calmed down. He sighed, raised his head and looked at Wang Fu, and said softly:

"Brother, a few years after you left with that fairy, a wandering old Taoist priest who claimed to be from Zhishou Temple came to the village. He traveled around. This old Taoist priest looked like a fairy, and the villagers thought that there was another fairy. When I arrived, I was almost greeted by my parents, and my parents were no exception... In the end, I was noticed by this old Taoist priest, who accepted me as his disciple, took me out of the village, and traveled with him. "

"That's how I escaped the village's disaster."

Having said this, Wang Yao's face suddenly dropped and he sighed.

"Later, under the guidance of my master, I became a first-class master in the world, and became somewhat famous. But when I returned to my hometown with longing for me, all I saw were ruins and tombstones under the sycamore tree... …”

"I erected those tombstones." Wang Fu sighed leisurely.

Then he looked at Wang Yao and said:

"It's no wonder that I can't find you. My two brothers almost missed you. Although I have set foot in the world of cultivating immortals, I have many enemies. Since I left when you were young, I have come back twice. The first time I found that the village was I set up a tombstone for the villagers. At that time, I thought you were dead too. "

"The second time I met Zhou Peng, I came back to worship with him, and it was he who told you that you might not be dead. Later, I stayed away from Daxia Kingdom due to various changes, until now, nearly a hundred years later, I destroyed Spirit Beast Villa , and finally returned.”

"But I never thought that Wutong Village has become Wutong Town. If I hadn't happened to meet two descendants of the Wang family to worship their ancestors, they would not have come to this Wang Family Fort."

"Xiao Yao, how did you... obtain such an evil method, refine others into your body to form spiritual roots, and then use the 'spirit of ghosts' to plunder the longevity of your direct descendants?" Wang Fu sighed and stared into Wang Yao's eyes. .

The first time he appeared, he got a glimpse of Wang Yao's current state.

Wang Yao's body contains a strong aura of death. He should have died long ago when his life span is over. The reason why he is still alive is because of the tumor on his back hidden under his large Confucian robe.

This sarcoma is not congenital, it contains a living soul, and this soul has spiritual roots. It was never an ordinary person during his lifetime. The reason why Wang Yao is endowed with spiritual power and possesses the seventh or eighth level of Qi refining is precisely due to this.

Moreover, among the entire direct lineage of the Wang family, those who are infected with the "Qi of the Yin Soul" have only forty years of life left, because the ancestor Wang Yao used that wisp of the "Qi of the Yin Soul" to absorb them. Come.

He used the entire royal family to support himself so that he could survive.

To be honest, when Wang Fu appeared in this secret room, if he hadn't sensed the strong connection between Wang Yao and his own blood, he would have sent him home with a palm on the spot.

Wang Yao heard Wang Fu's questioning tone and opened his mouth, his expression showing evasion for the first time. After a moment, he took a deep breath and finally said bitterly:

"It seems that your cultivation level far exceeds mine. Are you at the foundation building level?"

Seeing that Wang Fu didn't answer, Wang Yao sighed and carefully took out a small gray cloth bag from his arms. Then with a movement of spiritual power, he took out items one by one from the storage bag.

A broken warm jade, a booklet, and half a page of fragments.

"Brother, why do you think you can't become an immortal cultivator without spiritual roots?" Wang Yao looked at the three things on the table, and then looked up at Wang Fu.

Without waiting for Wang Fu to answer, he continued:

"This jade pendant was a gift from my master, an old Taoist priest. He once met a cultivator by chance and had a long conversation with the cultivator. He was given this jade pendant. Later, when he died, he passed it on to me."

"It was this jade pendant that allowed me to survive from the hands of an immortal cultivator who wanted to take away my body, and in turn devoured his spiritual consciousness, and also obtained a kind of "Seven Stars Defying Fate Devouring" from him. The magic power of the Immortal Dharma is this booklet. This power can allow mortals to seize the body of the person who cultivates immortality, and thus possess everything of the person who has been taken away.”

"Brother, you said that if I have this opportunity to jump over the dragon gate, can I let it go?"

"Immortals and immortals, why can immortals be so high and live forever, while mortals like us can only be fish and meat on a plate and be slaughtered by others?"

"My parents, relatives, and hundreds of villagers in Wutong Village died tragically. I can dream about their helplessness at that time."

"So I decided to use this immortal method to change my destiny. My hard work paid off, and I finally got an opportunity. I met a seriously injured immortal cultivator. This person had a gloomy aura, and he was not a good person at first glance. But I still took the initiative to approach him and pretended to be a snake. After finally gaining some trust, I started to prepare for the formation. "

"It's a pity that I still underestimated the power of the immortal cultivator. Even though I had become a top master in the world at that time, I still looked like a child in front of this immortal cultivator and was vulnerable. In the end, I fought to the death and swallowed up the spiritual consciousness of the immortal cultivator. He had a powerful soul and forcibly seized his body... Although he survived by chance, he became like a human and a ghost. Moreover, my three souls and seven souls were damaged a lot. In the end, I can only sacrifice the little devil to replenish my strength.”

"As for Shouyuan..."

Wang Yao raised his head and glanced at Wang Fu, feeling inexplicably frightened. He looked down at the broken page in front of him, feeling quite painful.

"It's the method of plundering life span recorded in this fragment of the chapter on the body of the demon cultivator whose body I took away. Using blood as a guide, the ghosts are sown at birth, and they only need to be harvested at regular intervals. Although plundering one person can only increase one year's life span, But it still leaves me breathless to this day..."

"Brother, am I wrong?"

Wang Yao raised his head.