In Seclusion For 100,000 Years, My Descendants Ask Me To Come Out

Sweeping the floor, Zhu Wuyan does not forget cultivation.

It's just that Nai He Zhu Wuyan Lingmai developed too late, and has long passed the age of optimal cultivation.

The Spirit Power he can absorb is very limited.

The strength has also been stopped at the third rank of the Siamese realm, which is no different from ordinary people.

In addition, the food eaten is also the most common food, and the body is seriously deficient in nutrients.

The reality was ruthlessly pressing on Zhu Wuyan's head.

However, Zhu Wuyan did not give up.

"Persistence, there is still a glimmer of hope, if you give up, there is not even a glimmer of hope!" Zhu Wuyan gritted his teeth stubbornly and insisted.

He didn't want to swipe Zhan's land for the rest of his life.

After two hours, Zhu Wuyan wiped the sweat on his forehead and took four Steamed buns from the servant canteen in order.

He slipped into his tattered shirt and ran out.

He left the Zhan family and came to a simple wooden house not far away.

This is Zhu Wuyan's home, a home that can't even do the simplest shelter from wind and rain.

"Father, I'm back!" Zhu Wuyan smiled and walked into the house.

cough cough.

Inside the house, a middle-aged man with a hunched back was adding firewood and boiling water, with a sickly and weak face on his face.

Occasionally cough a few times.

This is Zhu Wuyan's father, Zhu Rong.

"Father, how many times have I told you that what you need most now is to rest in bed." Zhu Wuyan immediately stepped forward and took over the work from his father.

Looking at his elderly father, Zhu Wuyan felt distressed for a while.

It's really a leak in the house every night when it rains.

The father's illness was tantamount to making matters worse for the family.

Zhu Rong lovingly touched Zhu Wuyan's head, and smiled weakly: "Dad, I don't think you're coming back soon. I'll boil some water for you to burn your feet."

Now that he is sick, the burden of the family rests on his son.

This made Zhu Rong equally heartbroken.

He can only do such trivial things to make up for his own son.

In fact, Zhu Wuyan was secretly learning martial arts, and Zhu Rong knew it.

"Son, it's my father who's sorry for you. I didn't give you a childhood like other people's children, but let you..."

Saying that, Zhu Rong's eyes flowed out a line of turbid tears.

"Oh, dad, you're here again, we are the happiest when we are together." Zhu Wuyan comforted his father.

He stepped forward to help Zhu Rong on the wooden bed, and at the same time took out the white-faced Steamed bun in his arms.

Seeing this food, Zhu Rong burst into tears.

This thing is what ordinary people eat, and there is no Spirit Power at all!

Why didn't he want to bring back a drop of Body Tempering for his son!

"Damn sick body, if it weren't for my sickness, you would have used Body Tempering fluid already, son! I, I might as well die."

Old Zhu Rong burst into tears.

"Father, you said that again, everyone can't choose one's background, it's fate, but the fate of the day after tomorrow is in the Master's hands, don't worry, your son will definitely let you live a good life. "Zhu Wuyan is very confident.

But the melancholy in his eyes betrayed him.

Zhu Wuyan said this purely to comfort his own father.

Eating a large Steamed bun every day, he doesn't have any Spirit Power in his body, let alone cultivation.

But at this moment, a glint of light flashed in Zhu Rong's eyes.

Putting down the Steamed bun in his hand, he pulled Zhu Wuyan to the door of a wooden house.

Looking at the door of the wooden house, Zhu Wuyanhu questioned: "Father, why did you bring me here?"

This house was bigger and better than the one their grandfather lived in.

It won't leak anyway.

However, his father said nothing to live in this room, and he would not let Zhu Wuyan enter.

"Son, you are sixteen now, there are some things you should know."

After all, Zhu Rong adjusted his collar and looked very respectful.

squeak.

The door of the wooden house was pushed open, and Zhu Wuyan walked in curiously.

The front is surprisingly clean.

It seems that his father should clean every once in a while.

Inside the cabin, the furnishings are also very simple.

There is no wooden bed and wooden table that Zhu Wuyan imagined, only a futon and a portrait.

The portrait is not an expensive landscape painting, but a figure painting.

The painting is of an unusually handsome man who looks like an Immortal.

"Father, this is..."

Before Zhu Wuyan could finish his question, Zhu Rong shouted, "Kneel down and talk."

puff.

Zhu Wuyan knelt on the futon and looked at his father like a curious baby.

At this moment, his father's temperament was different.

Looking at the characters in the painting, Zhu Rong also knelt on the ground and cried a stick of incense.

After a long time, Zhu Rongcai said slowly: "Son, come and kowtow three times to the ancestors first."

bang bang bang!

Zhu Wuyan continued as usual, his three heads slammed on the ground.

Zhu Rong looked at his son with satisfaction, and the father and son stood up.

"Son, the person in the painting is the ancestor of our Zhu family. This portrait has been passed down from generation to generation. Ten Thousand Years ago, our Zhu family was the most powerful family in the Western Regions, and led our Zhu family to glory. Yes, it is our ancestor, Chen Xuan!"

When he said this, Zhu Rong's eyebrows were full of pride.

"Then, what about Zhanjia now?" Zhu Wuyan asked very curiously.

Humph.

Zhu Rong snorted coldly and said proudly: "A million warriors are no match for the Zhu family ten Ten Thousand Years ago!"

This sentence is true. Ten Ten Thousand Years ago, how brilliant they wished the family to be.

"Son, let me give you an analogy. It's like Body Tempering liquid. Back then, we didn't need to rinse our mouths with Zhu Rong." Zhu Rong said proudly.

Especially when he saw his son's dull expression, he was even more proud.

But soon, Zhu Rong was hit by reality again.

Ugh……

Zhu Rong sighed and continued: "However, a hundred years ago, our Zhu family was down and out, and after that, the generation was inferior to the next generation. Even in your father's generation, I can't even give you a decent house. I am ashamed of you, Even more ashamed of the ancestors of our Zhu family!"

puff.

Zhu Rong knelt on the ground again and cried helplessly.

It is the most helpless feeling to see the glorious family in decline and its current demise.

The once mighty Zhu family was left with only their two grandfathers.

And he also served as a servant for a small family like the Zhan family, which made Zhu Rong really ashamed to see his ancestors.

Zhu Wuyan also knelt on the ground, constantly comforting his own father.

"The ancestor is on top, I hope you don't blame my father, it's me, it's me who didn't revive Zhujia, if you want to blame, the ancestors blame me, but please believe me, I will definitely revive Zhujia!"

After all, Zhu Wuyan kowtowed three times again.

at this time!

Spirit Power is condensed crazily in the wooden house, and even Zhu Wuyan can feel that the surrounding is full of Spirit Power!

The next moment, a ray of light fell on the portrait, Zhu Wuyan was extremely shocked to see this scene.

He felt... the ancestors seemed to be alive!

The person in the portrait seems to be staring at him!

boom!

Zhu Wuyan's mind suddenly went blank.

An irreversible voice full of deterrence appeared in Zhu Wuyan's mind.

"It's okay to read your mind, and you know how to honor your parents. Your heart can be learned from the world. Now I will give you a divine body to facilitate your cultivation in the future. My descendants can come to me in the future, and I can help you in cultivation."

After that, the voice in Zhu Wuyan's mind dissipated.