Cultivation begins with the mysterious little tripod

When the young man's father saw a man younger than the man who opened the door, he was puzzled as to why the man called him brother. But when he finally saw the real owner coming out, he quickly spoke:

"How can this be? How can a few cakes be as precious as this calligraphy and painting? Although I am a businessman, I have also studied in a school for a few years. This calligraphy and painting is definitely a masterpiece, not to mention that this piece of brocade is also a very precious material."

"I plan to hang it in my tavern. Brother, you tell me how much it costs, and I will definitely not be vague."

"The cakes brought by Wang Tong are also delicious and comparable. There is no need for silver." Wang Fu shook his head slightly.

After hearing this, the young man's father hesitated. At this time, the young man Wang Tong spoke, and a crisp voice came:

"Dad, I said that uncle will not ask for silver, and I think mother's cakes are not bad."

"Xiaotong, we can't take advantage of others for nothing." The woman with her hands on the boy's shoulders heard this and rubbed her son's head, feeling a little amused.

The boy's mother was a young woman with a soft voice. It can be seen that she was a gentle person. From time to time, she looked at her husband and son with a sparkle in her eyes. This was a happy family.

"Brother, are you holding the wine from the tavern you are about to open?" Wang Fu looked at the boy's father.

The boy's father, who looked quite honest, slapped his head and laughed heartily when he heard this:

"Look at my memory."

"Brother, you are right. This is the fruit wine brewed by my family. It happened to be brought to you to taste."

"Then I will accept it. It can be regarded as a replacement for this calligraphy and painting. How about it?" Wang Fu took the two jars. Even though the jars were sealed, he could smell the fragrance of the wine, which was a different taste from the strong liquor in Yong'an Inn.

"This..." The young man's father hesitated again, but his eyes turned and he continued, "I wonder if the two brothers have eaten yet. If you don't mind, come to my house for dinner, how about that? There's plenty of wine and drinks, and my wife is also a good cook."

Wang Fu hadn't expressed his opinion yet, but the young man Wang Tong was the first to clap and cheer.

Seeing this, Wang Fu glanced at Wang Yao who was eager to try, and had to agree. If he didn't agree, this simple and kind family would not give up so easily.

"In this case, I'm sorry for bothering you."

"There's no such thing as bothering you or not. We all opened shops on the same street, and we should keep in touch and take care of each other in the future." Seeing Wang Fu agreed, the young man's father immediately smiled generously again.

Wang Fu closed the shop, and of course he couldn't eat the white porridge he made at home.

The tavern on the corner has not officially opened yet, but it has been properly prepared, and it will be tomorrow. As for the name of the tavern, Wang Fu looked at it for three breaths.

Wutong Tavern

Wang Fu and Wang Yao became the first guests of the tavern, and sat down with the young man's family.

A few simple home-cooked dishes and a few glasses of fruit wine, Wang Fu ate very comfortably, and chatted with the family of three from time to time, which seemed very harmonious, especially Wang Yao and the young man's father were quite congenial, both of them were generous, and they were drunk on the table.

In this regard, Wang Fu couldn't help but smile with relief.

Xiao Yao really integrated into the mortal world.

Of course, Wang Fu's state of mind has changed unconsciously. Over the past hundred years, he has killed many people, especially the thousands of cultivators from the three major families of the Spirit Beast Villa. It is inevitable that his heart is infected by the murderous intent. When he was in Wangjiabao, the blood-red color of his mind changes was abnormal.

However, after being a mortal for more than half a year, he has experienced the mundane behavior, especially tonight, which has made his state of mind calm, and even the spiritual power in his body is running at a fast speed under this change of state of mind.

Since this day, the relationship between the two families has become completely familiar.

Almost every day, Wang Tong would go to the calligraphy and painting shop to watch Wang Fu paint. Of course, he would not come empty-handed, but would bring the fruit wine brewed by his father.

It happened that there was not much wine left in Yong'an Inn, so Wang Fu gladly accepted it and gradually became more and more dependent on this wine.

Time passed, and seven or eight years passed in the blink of an eye.

Wang Tong grew up and came less often. Wang Yao's hair was filled with a few strands of gray. In order not to cause trouble, Wang Fu also used magic to change his appearance a little, and he looked older than before.

There were more and more paintings in the calligraphy and painting shop, which was because many of them were sold. His hometown ended with a painting of Wutong Village a few years ago. Later, Wang Fu began to paint people and animals, including mortals, immortals, and monsters.

Wang Fu's calligraphy and painting shop has also become famous throughout Fuyao Town.

In addition to paintings, there are also words. The spring couplets in the surrounding shops are all from Wang Fu's hands.

Each of these paintings and calligraphy contains powerful spiritual power and Wang Fu's spiritual consciousness, but ordinary people have no sense of it. Even weaker cultivators can't detect any abnormalities. Only Jindan cultivators can really see the clues.

These paintings and calligraphy are not inferior to the third-level spiritual talismans.

Some people from Wangjiabao also came here to buy a lot of paintings and calligraphy.

They are all his descendants, so Wang Fu didn't charge too much.

Wang Fu even met that outstanding descendant, Wang Qinglian.

She has already married a certain son of the Prime Minister's Mansion of Daxia.

Speaking of which, the two have a deep relationship. The son of the Prime Minister's Mansion often returns to Wangjiabao and has lived in Wangjiabao for a long time.

That day, Wang Qinglian was holding a little baby and strolling in Fuyao Town with the son of the Prime Minister's Mansion. They happened to walk into Wang Fu's shop. The son of the Prime Minister's Mansion saw the calligraphy and paintings in Wang Fu's shop and was immediately amazed. He said that the artistic conception was extraordinary, so he bought a lot of calligraphy and paintings, saying that he would take them to the capital of Daxia to give them away.

Wang Fu also made a lot of money because of this.

He sold paintings and calligraphy, and set prices according to the person, but he was not polite to the son of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

As for Wang Qinglian, who was already a married woman, she did not recognize Wang Fu, and she couldn't help but shake Wang Fu. After all, the two of them had changed their appearances, and eight or nine years had passed, and they looked older, so they would not be noticed.

When Wang Fu talked to the couple, he asked the name of the little baby, and only then did he know that his name was Cao Chengying.

After all, he also had half of the Wang family blood, so Wang Fu secretly cast a spell on the baby to protect him from illness and disease throughout his life, and open his wisdom and spirit.

After all, meeting is also fate, so it is just a matter of convenience.

Since then, Wang Fu has never seen Wang Qinglian again. I think she followed her husband back to the Prime Minister's Mansion in the capital of Daxia. After all, it is not a big deal to stay at her mother's house often.

Wang Fu was not worried that the girl would go to the Prime Minister's Mansion and leak his affairs. Even if it was leaked, it would not harm the Wang family. On the contrary, it would make people in the capital more respectful of the Wang family.

Wang Yao's blacksmith shop was busy every day. He even accepted an apprentice. Coincidentally, it was the grandson of the old Li family in the blacksmith shop at the west end of the town.

Old Li died five years ago. His son was weak and sickly and could not do heavy work. Naturally, he could not inherit the blacksmith skills of the old Li family.

Fortunately, the grandson of the old Li was strong and had been interested in ironwork since he was a child.

After Wang Yao helped the old Li to bury the coffin, he wanted to take the father and son together, but the old Li's son refused to do it. In the end, he could only give in and accept the grandson of the old Li as an apprentice.

He taught him the blacksmithing skills that he had learned from his master bit by bit.

This kid looked well-behaved and respected his teacher, and Wang Fu liked him very much.

Later, he asked this kid to take a painting back and hang it in his father's room. As for the reason, Wang Fu would not say that the painting could cure his father's illness.

Unfortunately, the old Li's son had a shallow fate and burned the painting as firewood.

Wang Fu remained calm and would not give away the second painting.

In a blink of an eye, several years passed.

Wang Tong got married, and the bride was a girl from the tailor shop at the entrance of the town.

Wang Fu met this girl the day after the wedding banquet. She was quite virtuous, well-behaved, and looked like she was easy to give birth to. Sure enough, in the spring of the second year, she gave birth to a big fat son.

Wang Tong and his wife asked Wang Fu to name the boy. After all, the silk painting hanging in the Wutong Tavern brought a lot of business to the tavern. Every time a new customer came, they would sigh that the painting was extraordinary and the calligraphy was worth a thousand gold.

Wang Fu was not polite and named the fat boy.

Called Wang Hui.

Hui in reincarnation.