Longevity, step by step to the highest

This time, Wu Ping prepared a lot of paper money, as well as some fruits and flowers.

He burned paper silently, without saying a word. Just like that, a day and a night passed, and Wu Ping left. He didn't know when he would come again, although he could actually come every day.

The ruins of the former Wucheng, in the suburbs, were covered with weeds everywhere, covering everything in the past, but there was one place that seemed out of place, that was a tomb, and there were not many weeds even around it. Obviously, someone had trimmed it.

Although the tombstone had experienced many winds and frosts, it still looked very solid.

This was Wu Bufan's tomb. The Wu family did not move his tomb and buried him in peace. Wu Peng didn't want his father to die and not be at peace, but people would come from time to time to remove the weeds, even though it would be a bit troublesome.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of Wu Bufan's tombstone. Who else could it be if not Wu Ping?

Another day and night, Wu Ping muttered something, burned enough paper money, and left.

This time, Wu Ping was going to the last place, which was the ruined Chang'an City. It was where he had lived for a long time. He wanted to go and see it again and remember some people.

Even after a hundred years, some remaining buildings in the ruins of Chang'an City could still be vaguely seen.

Outside the city, Wu Ping came to the tomb of Tie Sanqiang, burned a lot of paper money, and sprinkled a lot of fine wine.

Looking at the ruins of Chang'an City, he thought of Qin Shisan, Qin Dang, the King of Qin, and the old customers of the blacksmith shop. These people who had many intersections with him, now he still remembered them, maybe he would not remember them in the future.

Wu Ping's thoughts were flying, so he didn't notice that a child had walked to his side.

"Uncle, are you a survivor of the Qin Dynasty?"

The sudden voice startled Wu Ping. Someone actually walked to his side, and he didn't notice it at all. Even if his thoughts were flying, it was unlikely.

In front of him, there was a child about 1.3 meters tall, with big eyes, looking at Wu Ping with some curiosity.

Subconsciously, Wu Ping's spiritual sense swept over, wanting to find out who the other party was, even if the other party was a harmless-looking child.

A familiar feeling came, and then Wu Ping felt that his spiritual sense was swallowed by an illusory Tai Chi Yin-Yang diagram.

Although he didn't find anything, Wu Ping's heart was in turmoil!

Unexpectedly, the baby transformed by Zhang Sanfeng has grown so big, and he met him in such a place.

Fate is sometimes a wonderful thing.

With his eyes locked on Zhang Sanfeng, Wu Ping thought about how to get along with him, and how to use Zhang Sanfeng to improve his plan to seize the law.

Such a great man will definitely reach the top of the immortal path in the future. At that time, it is not too much to reward him with a few advanced immortal skills.

Moreover, with the other party's talent and potential, it is inevitable that he will create his own practice method about Yin-Yang Tai Chi. This is what those top geniuses will do, and they will truly walk their own way.

If he can get a few reference books on the practice method of Yin-Yang Law, it will be very helpful for Wu Ping.

Thinking of Zhang Sanfeng's character, he is grateful and has great righteousness, which Wu Ping still recognizes. Although it seems that the other party has no memory of his previous life, as long as he breaks through to the realm of his previous life, Zhang Sanfeng will definitely recover his memory.

After all, the other party is not a real reincarnation, but has been reshaped by a great magical law. His soul remains unchanged, and he is still Zhang Sanfeng. Wu Ping's consciousness will not be wrong, that familiar breath.

At this time, Wu Ping didn't know that his "hot" expression looking at Zhang Sanfeng made the other party a little flustered.

Coming back to his senses, Wu Ping also seemed to find that he had scared the "child" in front of him.

"Cough cough" twice, revealing a touch of approachable smile.

"I should be counted as a survivor of the Qin Dynasty. What's your name, kid? Why are you asking me this question?"

"Uncle, my name is Zhang San. I saw the smoke rising here, so I came to take a look. I didn't expect you to be burning paper money and looking at the ancient capital of Chang'an."

"Zhang San?" Wu Ping was a little confused. Is there so much mystery in naming?

"Well, I'm the third child in my family, and the youngest, so my father named me Xiao San."

Xiao San?

Wu Ping's mouth twitched a little. This was obviously used in the wrong place, but this world should not know the true meaning of this word.

As for the father that Zhang San was talking about, Wu Ping had some speculations. The other party had no father or mother in this world, so where did his father come from? It was almost certain that he was adopted, but he still had to go and see to know.

"Zhang San, you came here alone. Is your home nearby? Can you take me to your house to sit down?Sit down. "

Zhang San was a little hesitant. Although he was only seven years old at this time, his thoughts were somehow quite mature and he knew how to analyze the pros and cons of some things.

The reason why he said so much to Wu Ping and did not reject Wu Ping's request was because Wu Ping admitted that he was a survivor of the Qin Dynasty. He could burn so much paper money and still commemorate outside Chang'an City. No matter how you look at it, he is a very good person.

And the most important thing is that he, Zhangjia Village, is also a survivor of the Qin Dynasty. Since Chang'an City was burned down by a fire, Zhang The village of Zhangjia has always been settled here, and it is not just his village of Zhangjia, but also several surrounding villages.

Over the years, each of their villages is familiar with each other, because they are all survivors of the Qin Dynasty, and they are very polite to each other because they help each other.

Considering these, Zhang San nodded and agreed, and then took Wu Ping to Zhangjia Village. The distance is not far, about three miles, and they arrived quickly.

Judging from the scale of Zhangjia Village, it is not small, with at least hundreds of households. Wu Ping's spiritual sense swept through the area and he knew roughly that there were warriors, but not many, and they were all low-strength warriors.

Zhang San's home was in the south of the village, with a separate courtyard and several rooms. Although it was not big, it could accommodate four or five people.

Soon, under Zhang San's introduction, Wu Ping met Zhang San's "parents" and two "brothers". When the family heard that Wu Ping was a survivor of the Qin Dynasty, they were very polite and prepared to slaughter a big hen to entertain Wu Ping.

In response, Wu Ping was not very polite and was happy. He hadn't felt this way for a long time.

During the meal, Wu Ping and his family talked about the past events of Daqin. They all felt nostalgic and also got closer to each other.

After a full meal, Wu Ping found a reason to meet Zhang San's parents alone. Seeing this, the two thought it was something important and agreed.

In the room, Wu Ping looked at the rough man and the simple woman, his face straightened, and he said:

"You two, do you know that your son Zhang San has the potential to become an immortal?"