While sweeping the floor, Zhu Wuyan did not forget to practice.
It's just that Zhu Wuyan's spiritual veins were developed too late, and he has already passed the best age for cultivation.
The spiritual power he can absorb is very limited.
His strength has always been at the third level of the Conjoined Realm, and he is no different from ordinary people.
In addition, the food he eats is also the most ordinary food, and his body is seriously lacking in nutrients.
Reality pressed ruthlessly 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 spend his whole life cleaning up the Zhan family's land without doing anything.
Two hours later, Zhu Wuyan wiped the sweat from his forehead and took four steamed buns from the servant canteen in accordance with the order.
He put it into his shabby clothes and ran outside.
He left the Zhan family and came to a simple wooden house not far away.
This is Zhu Wuyan's home, a home that cannot even provide the simplest shelter from wind and rain.
"Dad, I'm back!"
Zhu Wuyan showed a smile and walked towards the house.
Ahem.
Inside the house, a stooped middle-aged man was adding firewood and boiling water, with a sickly look on his face.
I still cough a few times from time to time.
This is Zhu Wuyan’s father, Zhu Rong.
"Dad, how many times have I told you that what you need most right now is to lie down and rest."
Zhu Wuyan immediately stepped forward and took over the work from his father.
Looking at his elderly father, Zhu Wuyan felt heartbroken.
It was really raining all night when the house was leaking.
My father's illness has made things worse for the family.
Zhu Rong touched Zhu Wuyan's head lovingly and said with a weak smile: "Dad, you are coming back soon. I will boil some water for you to scald your feet."
Now that he is ill, all the burden of the family falls on his son.
This made Zhu Rong equally heartbroken.
He could only do some trivial things like this to make up for his son.
In fact, Zhu Wuyan was secretly learning martial arts, and Zhu Rong knew it.
"Son, daddy is sorry for you. I didn't give you a childhood like other people's children, but let you..."
As he said this, Zhu Rong's eyes shed a line of tears.
"Oh dad, you're here again. We are the happiest when we are together."
Zhu Wuyan comforted his father.
He stepped forward and helped Zhu Rong onto the wooden bed, and at the same time took out the white-faced steamed buns in his arms.
Seeing this food, Zhu Rong burst into tears.
This thing is what ordinary people eat, it has no spiritual power at all!
Why doesn't he want to get a drop of body quenching fluid back for his son?
"Damn sick body, if it weren't for my illness, my son, you would have needed the body tempering fluid a long time ago! I, I might as well just die."
Zhu Rong was in tears.
"Dad, you are saying this again. Everyone cannot choose their origin. It is fate. However, the fate of the day after tomorrow is in your own hands. Don't worry, your son will definitely make you live a good life.
"
Zhu Wuyan said very confidently.
But the melancholy in his eyes betrayed him.
Zhu Wuyan said this purely to comfort his father.
Eating big steamed buns every day left him with no spiritual power at all, let alone cultivation.
But at this moment, a glimmer 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 asked: "Dad, why did you bring me here?"
This room is bigger and nicer than the one the two of them lived in.
It won't leak anyway.
However, his father said he would not live in this room and would not let Zhu Wuyan enter.
"Son, now that you are sixteen, you should know some things."
After saying that, Zhu Rong straightened 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 seemed that my father would clean it every once in a while.
Inside the wooden house, the furnishings are also very simple.
There was no wooden bed or table as Zhu Wuyan imagined, only a futon and a portrait.
The portrait is not a precious landscape painting, but a figure painting.
The painting shows an extremely handsome man, who looks like a fairy.
"Dad, this is..."
Before Zhu Wuyan could finish asking, Zhu Rong shouted: "Kneel down and speak."
Plop.
Zhu Wuyan knelt on the futon and looked at his father like a curious baby.
At this moment, my father's temperament was completely different.
Looking at the characters in the painting, Zhu Rong also knelt on the ground and cried for a full stick of incense.
After a long time, Zhu Rong finally spoke slowly: "Son, first come and kowtow to our ancestors three times."
Bang bang bang!
Zhu Wuyan continued as usual, knocking his three heads heavily on the ground.
Zhu Rong looked at his son with satisfaction, and the father and son stood up.
"Son, the people in the painting are the ancestors of our Zhu family. This portrait is passed down from generation to generation. One hundred thousand years ago, our Zhu family was the most powerful family in the Western Regions, and the people who led our Zhu family to glory
, none other than our ancestor, Chen Xuan!"
When he said this, Zhu Rong's eyebrows were full of pride.
"Then, how about the Zhan family now?"
Zhu Wuyan asked very curiously.
snort.
Zhu Rong snorted coldly and said arrogantly: "A million Zhan families can't compare to the Zhu family a hundred thousand years ago!"
This sentence is true. One hundred thousand years ago, their Zhu family was so glorious.
"Son, let me give you an analogy. It's like body quenching fluid. Back then, we were given the Zhu family to rinse our mouths, but we didn't even use it."
Zhu Rong said proudly.
Especially when I saw my son's dull expression, I felt a little proud.
But soon, Zhu Rong was hit by reality again.
well……
Zhu Rong sighed and continued: "However, a hundred years ago, our Zhu family was in decline. After that, each generation became worse and worse. In your father's and mine's generation, we can't even give you a decent house. I am ashamed of you,
I am even more ashamed of the ancestors of our Zhu family!"
Plop.
Zhu Rong knelt on the ground again, crying helplessly.
Seeing the glorious family fall into decline and now destroyed, this feeling is the most helpless.
From the once arrogant Zhu family, only the two of them are left.
And he also worked as a domestic servant for a small family like the Zhan family, which made Zhu Rong really embarrassed to meet his ancestors.
Zhu Wuyan also knelt on the ground, constantly comforting his father.
"My ancestors, I hope you don't blame my father. It's me. I didn't revive the Zhu family. If you want to blame, ancestors can just blame me. But please believe me, I will definitely revive the Zhu family!"
After saying that, Zhu Wuyan kowtowed three times again.
at this time!
Spiritual power was gathering crazily in the wooden house, and even Zhu Wuyan could feel the surroundings being filled with spiritual power!
The next moment, a ray of light fell on the portrait, and Zhu Wuyan looked at this scene in shock.
He felt... his ancestor seemed to be alive!
The person in the portrait seems to be staring at him!
boom!
Zhu Wuyan's mind suddenly went blank.
A threatening and irreversible voice appeared in Zhu Wuyan's mind.
"I think your character is quite good, and you know how to honor your parents. Your heart can be learned from heaven and earth. Now I will give you a divine body to facilitate your future cultivation. My descendants can come to the realm of nine deaths to find me in the future, and I can help you practice."
After saying that, the voice in Zhu Wuyan's mind dissipated.