Cultivation begins with the mysterious little tripod

Was Wang Yao wrong?

Wang Fu didn't answer.

The two brothers just sat quietly, silent.

After an unknown amount of time, Wang Yao raised his head again, and when he was about to speak, Wang Fu's voice sounded first, and he said leisurely:

"Xiao Yao, you were less than six years old when I left home. You recognized my appearance at first sight. I think it was because of those three portraits. But I was very curious as to who drew my appearance when I was about twenty years old. ”

After Wang Fu said this, he stretched out his hand, and the three portraits hanging on the wall not far away flew over as if they had wings.

Floating in front of the two people.

There are three portraits of three people. Although their expressions are different, they are all around 20 years old.

Wang Yao didn't expect Wang Fuhui to suddenly ask about this matter. He was very worried in his heart. After all, most of the descendants of the Wang family would end their lives at forty, and it was all because of him.

He didn't even dare to look into Wang Fu's eyes. When he saw the movement, he looked at the portrait flying over and whispered in a low voice like he was recalling:

"The three portraits are all by Brother Wang Feng."

Wang Yao looked at the painting on the left, where a Confucian scholar dressed in white was holding a brush in his hand. If he looked closely, his appearance was young, but his eyes revealed a sense of vicissitudes of life and reminiscence.

It was Wang Feng.

"Wang Feng? He's back?" Wang Fu frowned, and then he realized that Wang Feng was the only person alive in the village who had seen him and Zhou Peng.

"Well, about thirty years ago, more than a dozen strange faces came to Wutong Town. Among them was an old man in his sixties. At first, no one paid attention to it, but later the head of the Wang family reported to me the old man's words and deeds, as well as the worship At that time, I called out the names of many people from the village, and I walked around secretly before confirming that it was Brother Wang Feng." Wang Yao stood up as he spoke and walked to a bookshelf filled with rolled books. Brocade and silk scrolls.

He picked up two of them, looking sad.

"I took Brother Wang Feng into Wangjiabao, got to know him, and after a secret conversation, I learned that he gave up cultivating immortality. Haha... The quest for immortality that I pursued so hard was abandoned like worn out shoes in his eyes. He was born with such excellent qualifications for cultivating immortals as the Wind Spirit Root, but he was willing to be a mortal, but I... couldn't get it. "

"In addition to asking Brother Wang Feng to draw my brother's portrait, I also drew the portraits of my parents." After Wang Yao laughed at himself, he carefully unfolded the scroll.

"There are also many portraits of former villagers. Some were drawn by him long ago, and some were drawn later at my request. They were all collected by me."

"After all, he was once a true immortal cultivator, and his memory is much better than mine."

"But when I asked about the real culprit who destroyed the village, this guy refused to reveal anything. He kept saying that there are immortal ways and mortal ways."

"Haha...he is just a coward who only knows how to escape!"

Wang Fu seemed not to have heard what Wang Yao said next, but looked at the two portraits spread out on the table, his eyes flashing. One picture shows his father, Wang Hong, dressed in linen clothes and holding a stone-breaking tool. His appearance is still the same as when he was taken away by Yun Ningshuang, with a look of joy on his face.

The other picture shows the mother's kind and reluctant face.

Wang Fu looked at the two paintings, a sad look flashed across his face. He reached out and touched the parents on the scroll, and then forced himself to look away.

"Are the paintings on the bookshelf the portraits of other villagers?" He looked in the direction of the bookshelf.

"Well, although Brother Wang Feng doesn't want to tell me who the person who destroyed the village is, we can still talk about other things. The faces of the villagers that he can remember have been drawn one by one." Wang Yao nodded. , and prepared to get it, but as soon as he took a step, he saw more than a hundred paintings on the bookshelf being pulled up by an invisible force.

Everything is unfolded and suspended in the secret room.

Wang Yao was stunned for a moment.

And Wang Fu looked at the people in the portraits, Wang Tong, Uncle Wang, Grandpa Zhou, Uncle Zhou... he scanned them one by one. All kinds of feelings surged up in my heart, and I was stunned.

The villagers he buried with his own hands now seem to be alive.

Wang Fu's dull state lasted for a long time, and Wang Yao wisely did not disturb him. The entire secret room fell into silence again, with only the flickering of candlelight and the slight trembling of more than a hundred scrolls suspended in the air in the breeze. sound.

Gradually, a flash of bright red blood appeared on Wang Fu's body, and the evil aura was overwhelming. Even from a distance of ten feet, Wang Yao suddenly felt chilled all over his body and horrified in his heart.

Fortunately, the blood light went as quickly as it came.

After an unknown amount of time, Wang Fu finally came to his senses. He bowed his hands to the many scrolls:

"Ashes rise and fall, life and death reincarnate. Half of your great revenge has been avenged. I will not forget the remaining people. One day I will make them pay with blood."

"...Way to go!"

After the words fell, Wang helped him stand up, but the entire picture scroll in the secret room burst into flames for no reason, including the king's father and queen, and in a moment, they were all reduced to ashes.

Wang Yao opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything. Then he sighed and bowed.

"Xiao Yao, when did Wang Feng leave?" Wang Fu turned to look at his younger brother.

"Brother Wang Feng lived in Wangjiabao for eight years and died. The heirs he brought back have been integrated into the Wang family and distributed in Wangjiabao and the two towns according to their respective requirements. Brother Wang Feng once said that he felt that the end was approaching and the end was near. After all, I missed my hometown and wanted to live in Wutong Village, so I brought a dozen of my descendants back from Qiming County." Wang Yao sighed.

"After he died, I buried him with the villagers of Wutong Village, just above the back mountain of Wutong Town."

Wang Fu nodded slightly. Although this former companion gave up the path of cultivating immortals, he died of old age on the road of mortals. Compared with most of the immortals who died tragically on the road of seeking immortality, his life was more brilliant and more complete.

"A hundred years of life, a mayfly one day, longevity... this is also a kind of longevity." Wang Fu sighed, feeling quite emotional.

At this time, Wang Fu suddenly felt something in his heart, staring at Wang Yao, and he had made a decision in his heart.

"Brother..." Wang Yao looked at Wang Fu's eyes, slightly startled, and felt uneasy.

Although he is now the ancestor of the clan and is very old, he still feels scared when he looks at the young face in front of him.

"Xiao Yao, mortals without spiritual roots cannot practice. This is the iron rule of the immortal world, and I have no ability to break this rule." Wang Fu looked into his brother's eyes.

Wang Yao's expression did not change much when he heard this, as if he had known this moment would come.

"Abolish this method of taking away people's lifespan! Although it can provide you with lifespan, it is also quietly eroding your remaining three souls and seven spirits. When you reach the critical point, you will completely become a half-human, half-ghost, irrational evil creature, only knowing how to eat flesh and souls." Wang Fu's voice was a little cold.

Wang Yao looked at his brother whom he had not seen for a hundred years, and a relieved smile appeared on his face. He spoke as if relieved:

"Brother, don't worry, I know what to do. The reason why I lingered on was that I couldn't let go of hatred and you. Now that I have seen your true face and know that half of my enemies have been killed, I can rest assured."

"Perhaps the only thing I am unwilling to accept is that I don't have spiritual roots, I can't become a cultivator, I can't stay with my brother for a long time, and I can't avenge my parents together."

"I didn't expect that I would have to part again just after reuniting with you, brother."

Speaking of this, Wang Yao looked at the secret room with some nostalgia, and then the dead air suppressed in his body gradually erupted, and the vitality faded, as if it was about to disappear.

Seeing this, Wang Fu shook his head slightly, sighed, and then stretched out his finger and tapped Wang Yao's brow. A ray of three-color divine thunder poured into his body, followed by a strong vitality.

His eyes moved slightly as he spoke slowly:

"Xiao Yao, how can I be willing to let our reunion be so short? Besides, the harm you have caused to future generations cannot be let go so easily."

"I promise you half my life, and I promise you to atone for your sins!"

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