"My brother has not been home for more than ten years. This time he can stay at home for a longer time."
"Three days ago, I asked Xie'er to open the Great Spirit Gathering Formation and use the spirit stones to activate the formation to clean away the filthy air in the mansion."
The speaker's beard and hair are half white, and his face is lined with wrinkles and furrows.
The most conspicuous one was a long scar that stretched all the way to the corner of his mouth. When the old man spoke, the scar trembled slightly like a centipede.
"Fortunately, I made a breakthrough in my realm. In order to stabilize my realm, I didn't come back home. I took the opportunity to see if my sons and daughters are worthy of good fortune..." His voice was gentle.
The owner of the voice was a young and middle-aged man who looked to be no more than thirty years old.
If you look carefully, you may feel that you have overestimated your age.
Because of this, he has a plump complexion, with only two or three wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. He wears a blue robe, and carries a burst of qi from the dust in his movements. He does not look like an ordinary person in the world.
"My brother's cultivation has improved again, which is gratifying!"
Then the old man smiled helplessly and cursed twice: "There is no such thing as a worthy son. The monks of the sect have tested the spiritual roots once in ten years. If there were any, they would have been accepted by the sect and trained."
Wen Peng was speechless.
He has become the great elder of Wuling Sect, and he has formulated the rules.
If it had been in the past, the consequences of spreading the sect's martial arts would have been extremely serious. However, as the great elder, it was still a good idea for him to choose some common martial arts to give to his family.
"If you meet a good young man, don't worry about your spiritual roots and qualifications. I remember that my father entered Taoism through martial arts and used his qualifications to dominate the Lingzhou monks for many years." When Wen Peng was telling the story, Wen Hu, who was sitting aside, couldn't help but reminisce in fascination.
There were too many common things to talk about in one night, and the two of them talked quietly until the moon was above the branches. Wen Peng said deeply: "I came back this time to visit my parents, and to say goodbye to my brothers."
"Farewell?"
The moment Wen Hu lost his mind, he focused his eyes again on his brother who had not changed in decades. His thoughts were surging in his heart, but he still didn't say anything and looked over quietly.
Speaking of which, my elder brother went to the Wuling Sect to seek enlightenment in his early years. He didn't return home for a long time, but he was the mainstay behind the scenes of Duke Wen and Song Dynasty. When Song Wenhu died, the whole capital would be shaken, but it would not affect the fate of the family.
This older brother of mine is different.
Although not many people knew about this brother.
"I have reached the late stage of foundation building."
"In the early years, my father left little spiritual wealth left. If I continue to stay in Lingzhou, I will not be able to climb to a higher level in this life. How can I talk about following my father's path." Wen Peng twisted his bracelet with a sigh.
Said sadly.
If he hadn't known those secrets, he probably wouldn't have chosen to leave so quickly. It happened that he knew a lot after becoming the great elder of the Five Spirits Sect.
No matter it was the disaster caused by Wanfa Sect or Yuanling Sect.
It was precisely because of such misfortunes that his father had an accident. Later, he and his younger siblings were taken to the palace by their mother. At that time, his younger siblings were young and ignorant, but he was already half a grown-up and could see clearly.
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It has to be said that the great elder of Yuanling Sect is a genius and a daring person. Wen Peng might not understand his thoughts before, but now he somewhat understands.
Even people like that can't become Jindan Zhenren...
I heard that he was defeated by the monks of Wanfa Sect and his head was cut off and sealed into a box.
Staying here is actually the same as waiting to die.
Wen Peng twisted his bracelet and said nothing while doing it. His younger brother should be able to understand him. He is not a monk who can't see the way forward and can only waste time. He can see the road ahead and has the opportunity to move on.
Walk.
There is no such thing as being sorry or not, he just wants to become stronger and become an immortal monk. Only Song Wenhu is left in Wen Peng's eyes, his eyes are firm and calm, without wavering at all.
"When did brother decide?" Wen Hu asked.
"It was decided long ago."
"Have brother told my parents?"
"I haven't said anything yet. It's not too late to go in the early morning."
The two brothers just chatted about each other.
Wen Hu didn't sigh or say anything to persuade him to stay.
He understands!
Since becoming a monk, you have been separated from immortals and mortals. There is no aura to support monks in the mortal world, so most of the qi practitioners are in deep ancient forests or secret realms.
Until the next morning.
The heads of the Wen and Song families, dressed in formal attire, came to pay homage to their ancestors.
It is said that there are two families living in Wen Song Palace, but in fact they are all one family. At that time, Wen Hu was adopted by An Nanbo, and because the eldest son of the Wen family went to seek immortality, he also inherited the Wen Palace.
The eldest son he gave birth to returned to his family name.
The second son continued to carry on the Song family's incense, and Wen Hu's full name was actually Song Wenhu.
The two elders were both quite old, and both held high positions in the court. However, when they saw the young and middle-aged man who looked to be thirty years old, they were still very excited, and they were not at all as calm as before.
Strangely enough, the elders of these two families did not go to the empty seats on the left, but went straight to the right next to their elders, and sat next to each other in a row.
Among the four people in the study, only Wen Peng felt strange.
He thought it might be his younger brother's arrangement to keep these two nephews closer to him, which would relieve him of the regret of having no heirs, especially since the eldest son among them was also named Wen.
He was adopted in his name and inherited most of the Wen family.
The two opposite seats are certainly not empty.
The leader is tall, with hair tied at the top, and a very low-key black robe. The second leader is headless and only has his body. Sitting there, he is like an iron tower, carrying great pressure.
These two people were Tu Shanjun and San Hu who returned to Xiaoling Prefecture.
Tu Shanjun did not expect to see Wen Peng who had returned from the sect in his mansion. That night he looked around and sighed: "It looks like it, it looks so much like it. Putting this appearance here makes me think it is my disciple who has been resurrected."
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"Like the same, different temperament, different..." Tushanjun was like a nagging old man, chewing on the words of the wheel over and over again. He always felt that a breath was blocked in his chest, choking in his throat, and he could not spit it out or swallow it.
He didn't have much time to take care of these two little guys, but Wen Peng seemed to have grown up by half. When he left Xiaolingzhou, Tushanjun plundered all his belongings and left them to him.
Unexpectedly, after not seeing each other for so many years, Wen Peng has reached the late stage of foundation building and is not far from the peak.
The qualifications of the three spiritual roots are indeed different, and they are very different from entering the Tao through martial arts. Tushanjun played with the blood jade gourd, the old god was on the other side of the study, and Sanhu beside him was waiting quietly.
The headless corpse's intelligence is not very high, and after so many years, the three tigers only have some instinct left.
Those who can activate this headless corpse must either be a monk who has practiced the true skills of the Corpse Demon Sect and possesses the spiritual treasure, or he can only awaken the instinct of the three tigers like Tu Shanjun.
Returning this time, Tushanjun struggled for a long time as to whether he should peel off Sanhu's soul. Unless he took the initiative to use the ability of the soul flag, he might only get the incomplete soul.
I just don’t know if I can be reincarnated.
The second is to talk to the disciples and brothers to thoroughly understand the cause and effect of Xiaolingzhou, so that there will be no other accidents when refining the elixir. Going to the Xuesha Sect in the future will definitely be another fierce battle to sweep away the old worries.
, the province becomes a burden.
Tu Shanjun did not intend to recognize the Wen family.
None of these people in the Duke's Mansion have the qualifications to become enlightened. They will be like a handful of loess in a hundred years. It will make no difference whether they recognize them or not. The most important thing is that Tushanjun is not familiar with them.
Even the two brothers Wen Peng and Wen Hu, Tu Shanjun, were not familiar with them.
From the beginning to the end, all he cared about was his disciple Wen Yue, and sending Sanhu back was also to fulfill his disciple's last wish. When he saw a disciple with ambitions and qualifications, he just wanted to support him, and he didn't want to have anything to do with it.
fickle?
Maybe that's true.
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Wen Peng didn't see the other nephews, grandnephews, or great-grandchildren. He said something to his brother and went straight out.
He glanced over lightly and saw that things were different and people were different.
The Hou Mansion is not the original Hou Mansion, and the people are not the same people as before. Tushan Jun suddenly felt his interest waning, stood up slowly, and said softly: "Sanhu, let's go."
Walk all the way there.
Arriving at the ancestral land, which is also the ancestral tomb of the Wen family, there was no need to search. Wen Peng walked to the tombstone.
‘The tomb of Wen Yue, Marquis of Jing’an, Duke Zhu of the State of Daliang.’
The huge tombstone is divided into two parts, and the other half is written about Wen Yue's wife, who was also the mother of Wen Peng and Wen Hu.
The two were buried together.
Wen Peng knelt down and kowtowed solemnly, kneeling three times and kowtowing nine times to salute.
Place the tributes in the food box in your hand one by one, take out the paper money, make a fire method to light the copper brazier in front of you, and slowly put the paper money in.
I don't know how long it took.
When the sun set, I saw red clouds circling in the sky. I still remember that when I came in the morning, the dew wet the edge of my robe. Wen Peng did not expect that he would end up at this time.
"With your cultivation in the late stage of foundation building, if you want to break into the world, there is something missing."
A sudden voice sounded in Wen Peng's ears.
Shocked, he suddenly turned his head, as if searching for who was talking next to him. What shocked him even more was that the speaker was so advanced that he didn't notice the other person's existence at all.
You know, in Xiaolingzhou, he, Wen Peng, is the strongest monk now.
Wen Peng was horrified and sent out his spiritual consciousness to search for him.
a long time.
"Senior, what do you mean?"
"What am I missing?"
"Lack of some opportunity and some resources for practice." The indifferent voice sounded again, telling Wen Peng that the mysterious man still hadn't left, and was by his side.
"Senior, why don't you show up and meet me?"
The mysterious man said nothing.
Wen Peng stood there breathlessly and attentively.
Bada.
A small bag as big as a palm landed in front of Wen Peng.
Also appearing at the same time was a golden jade slip and a headless iron tower corpse.
I don't know what the mysterious man did, but a ray of bronze light suddenly appeared and hit his forehead.
Wen Peng's expression changed drastically and he quickly touched his head.
It didn't break as much as imagined.
"The jade slips inheriting the true skills, the resources needed to cultivate the golden elixir, and an unparalleled powerful corpse are left for you to protect yourself. I hope you can go further."
The cold voice gradually faded away.
The mysterious man never showed up in the end.
Wen Peng picked up the storage bag full of doubts.
Now he was not only confused but also felt very confused. The monk who was so powerful that he couldn't see him personally came to deliver the resources without any conditions.
This can no longer be said to be pie in the sky, this is simply a dragon falling from the sky.
"senior?"
"senior?!"
"Who is the senior?"
"I also ask the senior to tell me the name of the junior. When the junior succeeds in cultivation one day, I will definitely go and visit him."
"..."
After hearing the news for half an hour, he never got a single answer. Only then did he feel relieved that the man left.
Mana Lien opened the palm-sized storage bag, and Wen Peng's eyes widened immediately.