The Fairy Just Wants To Lie Down

"Wang Huan, Wang Huan, wake up..."

Accompanied by the shaking of his body, Zhong Fu leisurely opened his eyes, and saw a woman in coarse sackcloth gently pat him awake.

"It's time to work, or your father will scold you again later."

"Oh." Zhong Fu replied, getting up from the bed and rubbing his eyes sleepily.

He slept on a kang, and his brother who was a few years old next to him was still sleeping soundly. He became an eight or nine-year-old child, and it should be said that he was a young man in ancient times.

He didn't actually answer, nor did he act, he just watched, because it was someone else's memory.

Zhong Fu asked, "Why don't you give me all your memories?"

Since he entrusted his soul to himself, the memory will naturally be carried along with him. But Wang Huan didn't do that, instead he allowed himself to see his memory.

A voice sounded, it was Wang Huan's voice.

【I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it, and I also hope that you will have a different idea while getting to know him. I have fought against him thousands of times, and tried every means, but nothing can be done. I don't want the memory of my failure to affect you. 】

"Can't bear it?" Zhong Fu licked the corner of his mouth, "The more you say that, the more interested I am in Li Changsheng."

【It's the best if you can keep this mentality all the time. 】

"Wang Huan, why don't you get up?"

His mother's shout came from outside, and Zhong Fu got up and walked out of the room. Their house didn't even have a yard. It's just a small house in the alley, the bedroom is separated from the hall by a wooden board.

Parents are ordinary people, both in appearance and temperament are very ordinary.

Father was packing the coals in the corner and stuffing them into the small stove on the other side of the pick. Zhong Fu stepped forward to help light the fire skillfully, while mother put the wrapped wontons and various ingredients into the small drawer on the other side.

This is a wonton picker, with wonton soup simmering on the stove at one end, and wonton ingredients at the other end, and their family relies on it for food.

The memories that kept coming up seemed to be explaining something to him.

Zhong Fu said: "A very ordinary family background, it can be seen that you lived in a peaceful era. What I didn't expect was that you were born as a mortal, and it is not easy to enter the practice."

[Aren't you? 】

Zhong Fu shook his head and replied: "My father is a great power of demonic transformation. I don't know how much higher he was born than you. In this respect, this deity is not as good as you. Everyone in the world believes that there is a journey of cultivation, and it doesn't depend on fate, but on people. Maybe cultivation is not like In the mortal world, death is decided upon birth, and everyone has the opportunity to stand up and be the master, but practice also depends on birth and background."

"When I was your age, I was already in the middle stage of foundation establishment. There are factors of my talent and intelligence, but more I think it is the resources given by my parents."

Although Tianxin Mozun was praising Wang Huan, Wang Huan could feel a sense of pride from his words. And he himself didn't feel any difference. He had an extraordinary life, no matter his background or achievements, he was the best in the world.

When he was young, he was the "Crown Prince" of the Demonic Dao, and Yuan Ying Da Neng treated him with courtesy. When he was young, he was the leader of the younger generation of Demon Dao, and no one was his opponent. Later, he lived up to everyone's expectations and achieved Huashen, created the Tianxin Jue, and achieved far more achievements than his father.

His pride runs deep in his bones.

【Your experience is enviable. 】

Wang Huan only said verbally that he never complained about his parents, nor did he dislike his mortal background.

On the contrary, he is proud of his background as a mortal, stirring up the world.

Both of them are not bad, they are both proud to the bottom of their bones.

The surrounding scenes melted quickly, and the screen turned, and came to a street. While his father was cooking wontons, Zhong Fu kept serving bowls to the guests.

Just when he wanted to continue fast forward, he was stopped by Wang Huan. Although the other party was unable to resist him at this moment, he did not stop the other party and stopped naturally.

Asked: "Why?"

【he came. 】

There was a tremor in his voice, a little scared, and at the same time he could feel a little excitement.

Why get excited?

Zhong Fu controlled Wang Huan's soul, and even the slightest fluctuation of Wang Huan could not escape his perception.

"Shopkeeper, two bowls of wontons."

The calm voice came from nowhere, and when he looked up, he saw a man in a simple Taoist robe and carrying a medicine basket coming to the wonton shop. His face was ordinary, he couldn't feel any breath, he was just an ordinary Taoist priest.

Not even a Taoist priest, even an ordinary Taoist priest in the practice world can practice qigong a little, otherwise he is a fake Taoist priest without a teacher.

"Daozhang Li, you are finally here. I have prepared this special wonton for you for a long time."

Wang Huan's father saw the Taoist priest with a smile on his face and an extremely enthusiastic attitude, so he greeted him personally.

Zhong Fu looked at this ordinary Taoist priest and said, "He is Li Changsheng? It doesn't look like anything special, no, it's because you, as a mortal, can't see the other party's cultivation."

Soon he realized that this was someone else's memory. Back then, Wang Huan was just an ordinary young man, how could he see the mystery in it.

【He has always been like this, even if I ascended to God Transformation, I still can't see through him. 】

At this time, the Wang Huan in his memory also enthusiastically wiped the tables and chairs for the Taoist priest, and gave them bowls and chopsticks, one by one. Li Changsheng also had a good impression of this child.

Who doesn't like a smart and sweet kid.

"I always thought that you were the same age as Li Changsheng, or that he was younger than you." Zhong Fu said, after all, losing to someone older than him is not terrible.

"It was Li Changsheng who brought you into practice?"

[It can be said that, but at that time I was purely for a bowl of wontons. Every time he comes to my house to eat wontons, he will order two bowls, eat one bowl for himself, let the other bowl cool down, and give it to me when he leaves. 】

Li Changsheng was sitting on the bench, eating the hot wontons in front of him, and there was also a bowl directly opposite. He ate wontons unhurriedly, and he didn't know what he was thinking in his calm and deep eyes.

Wang Huan squatted beside him, neither noisy nor disturbed, just quietly looked at Li Changsheng, and waited for him to finish eating before opening his mouth.

"Daoist, Daoist, why do you order two bowls of wonton every time, and why don't you eat one?"

Li Changsheng raised his head slightly, and the buds growing on the branches asked, "Ah Huan, what time is it?"

Wang Huan replied bluntly: "It's already spring."

"There is no time in the mountains, and there is no age in the cold." Li Changsheng sighed, and then pushed the bowl of wontons to Wang Huan.

Wang Huan immediately beamed with joy, and began to eat while thanking.

"Thank you Daoist, thank you Daoist."

When parting, Li Changsheng left a jade pendant and told Wang Huan's father.

"I think Ah Huan has a lot of spiritual roots, and he can use this jade pendant to enter the immortal gate. If you are willing to smash this jade pendant, someone will come to pick him up. If you don't want to, just keep it."

At the beginning of the year, Wang Huan was sent away by his parents, and so far there is a difference between immortals and ordinary beings.

Wang Huan cried so hard that his mother chased him for several miles before being stopped.

Although his parents are very reluctant, they also understand that only in this way can they get ahead and stay away from ordinary suffering.

Zhong Fudao: "You are obviously born in the righteous way, why is this so? Is it just because you have obtained my Tianxin Jue? Although my Tianxin Jue is a magic method, it pays the most attention to the heart, and those who are not firm in mind will not be able to practice it."

Wang Huan is called Zhijue, implying that great wisdom is close to demons, and that a demon is more prominent than wisdom.

[It originated from your inheritance, but the fault is all on me. 】

As soon as the screen turns, the memories flow quickly.

He entered the nearest Feixianmen, and because of the jade pendant, he became the closed disciple of an elder. Aptitude is not considered to be extremely talented, but it can be regarded as a piece of jade, which has been cultivated vigorously by the elders, and the road is smooth.

When he was promoted to Foundation Establishment, Li Changsheng brought a letter from his parents and taught him a method, saying that it was counted as wonton money, and the wontons in their family tasted the same as five hundred years ago.

"Wang Huan, although you and I are not known as masters and apprentices, my teaching of the Dharma has its own cause and effect to you. If you cause disaster to the world one day, I will kill you."

"Follow the instructions."

Wang Huan didn't know what it was like five hundred years ago, but he knew that everything about him was due to the Taoist priest.

"Then what kind of mistake did you make?" Tianxin Mozun sped up his speed again, and the irrelevant memory turned into a stream of light.

[Greedy, afraid. 】

In the next second, strong emotions and thoughts rushed to him, and the bright memory instantly became dim, blurry, and cold... Before that, it was the sunshine of spring, but now it is a lump of mud in the mud.

Tianxin Demon Venerable Inheritance.

These words became more and more intense, and Zhong Fu finally touched the source. The birth of Zhijue was also the beginning of falling into the abyss.

Tianxin Mozun originally had no feeling of being a demon, but to Wang Huan, he stumbled and fell into the abyss, and the deep sense of falling filled his memory.

In the icy cave, the stone wall revealed divine light, and the three of them were very excited to see the peerless magical power formed by the divine light, even seeing Tianxin Mozun did not weaken in the slightest.

They comforted themselves that there is nothing wrong with the exercises, even if they do not devour people's souls, the Tianxin Jue is a peerless exercise that directly transforms into gods.

The three of them swore that they would never commit evil.

Then came a cold broken sword and blood.

Wang Huan slashed on the brother's head again and again, until the skin was ripped apart and blood flowed from the chop.

"...I killed someone."