Afterwards, the two brothers returned to their home in the county and celebrated the Lantern Festival together.
Fu Chen once again put his younger brother on the bus and warned him carefully before driving: "Take care of yourself when you go out, safety first."
After returning to the originally small home, Fu Chen was the only one left, and the home immediately felt a bit cold and lonely.
Fortunately, he is used to it.
After taking the medicine, I read a book and felt in a daze.
When I feel irritated and depressed, I will also watch dramas, watch cross talk or beautiful dances on short videos, and read the comment section to relax.
Day after day, year after year, one family, one person, this is already the fourth year, how can we not get used to it.
Shortly after the Lantern Festival, there were two or three light rains at intervals, which seemed to wash away the coldness of winter.
The sun is getting warmer, the grass and trees are starting to sprout again, and suddenly I realize that February is almost over.
The sweet air urges the yellow birds, and the clear light turns to green apples. As March enters, the earth revives, spring is everywhere, and there is no chill anymore.
Recently, Fu Chen thought of his mother's words countless times, telling him "Don't feel guilty, don't lose hope, have something to think about" and the sentence "You don't owe us anything", and he felt filled with emotion.
Thinking that I had promised my mother that I would go out for a walk, it would be better to choose a different day. Early the next morning, I simply returned to my hometown and hiked up Nanshan Mountain.
Fu Chen spent more than half an hour on his hands and feet, panting, and stood sweating profusely on the top of Nanshan Mountain overlooking the village. It looked different from what he remembered.
Also, he has not been here since he entered junior high school. It has been almost twenty years. People have changed, and so has the village.
Fu Chen thought about it, found a stone and sat down, overlooking the green mountains and green trees, the waves of wheat on the mountainside, and the beautiful spring scenery surrounding the village, and he had a lot of thoughts.
His mother advised him that "everyone should have something to think about while living." He wanted to have one too, but he really didn't.
I just hope that I can be relieved as soon as possible and not be a burden. I hope that my family will be healthy and peaceful, and my friends will be happy.
Unknowingly, the shadow of the sun moves eastward, the spring sun rises in the sky, and the curls of smoke rise and disperse from the village.
"This is the last time, let's keep it as a souvenir." Fu Chen thought mockingly to himself.
He stood up and found a large stone, squatted down next to it, picked up a small stone and carved it casually: "This is it..."
He crossed it out again, thinking of himself, moved his steps and changed the position of the piece, and slowly wrote in a shallow way: "Xijiang Yue:
I have been living alone upstairs for a long time, thinking about my past in all directions in Nanshan. I am worried about who I can tell my heart to, and write it down on the Qingfeng Stone.
There is no need to look at a close friend frequently. The kindness of a relative is hard to repay in this life. The soul of the east wind lingers around you, may you be blessed with happiness, longevity, health and peace forever."
He threw down the stone and stood up, patted the dust on his hands, turned around and went down the mountain.
As the saying goes, "It's easier to go up the mountain than it is to go down the mountain." When I was halfway down the mountain, I fell down for no reason, and I grabbed it randomly in a panic.
Fortunately, I grabbed a protruding rock in the middle of the mountain wall to steady myself.
"Huh~~ It's so exciting!" Fu Chen breathed a sigh of relief, thinking about letting go of the rock and continuing down the mountain, but found that he couldn't move his hands at all.
When he looked closer, he found that a blade-like metal protruded from the middle of the rock and cut his finger. The blood was slowly soaking in it, and the surrounding rocks were shattered into powder.
He carefully grasped the blade-shaped metal and took it out. It turned out to be a small bronze sword that was more than half a foot long.
There was a gray-black ring tightly wrapped around the hilt of the sword, and a bloody light shone on the sword's body.
Before he could take a closer look, his head suddenly went blank and he fell down onto the field ridge below.
I don't know how long it took, but Fu Chen woke up in a daze and found himself lying on the field ridge in a panic.
"Ci'ao, luckily I didn't fall half disabled..." Fu Chen cursed and stood up, lowered his head, and looked around for the dagger.
I searched around carefully, but found nothing. I couldn't help but muttered: "Where is the sword? Could it be that I hit something evil?"
At this time, an arrogant voice sounded in his heart: "I put away my sword. This day has finally come, Shi Ye! Fate!"
Fu Chen turned around and looked around, but didn't find anyone. As he went down the mountain, he shouted into the air: "Who's talking? Stop making trouble. You don't need money, but you need your life. I don't want that broken sword anymore. Don't try to blackmail me."
A few minutes later, Fu Chen stared blankly at the extra gray-black ring on the middle finger of his left hand, and licked his lips unconsciously, looking surprised and confused.
In the ring, there is hidden the remnant soul of Shang King Di Xin. When his golden elixir was broken, his soul was disabled, and he was seriously injured and immolated, his mood changed drastically. He reluctantly gained its recognition and protection until now, and has been immortal for three thousand years.
"Golden elixir, divine soul, three thousand years? Ha, I must be dreaming."
He looked at the ring and felt it was unreal, so he slapped himself in the face with a crisp "pop~" sound.
"It's not a dream!"
His face was burning with pain, and Fu Chen exclaimed: "It's true, it's true, this is such a big joke, it subverts all three views.
No, this is an opportunity... Forget it, in this state, I can't move even a gold mountain.
Give it a try, I'll be lucky if you get it, but if you lose your life, you won't lose anything, I'm afraid of nothing."
This was an opportunity that even Emperor Xin, a man with Jindan cultivation, regretted not getting.
Fu Chen's heart was in turmoil, and he finally clenched the ring in his hand and hurried back to his home.
The legendary gods are omnipotent.
The panacea can bring life and death, flesh and bones, it shouldn't be difficult to cure yourself, right?
Give it a try, and if you really survive, you can make money to support your family and repay your parents.
Ah bah! You are worthless, maybe you can fly with a sword, go to heaven and earth, and live forever.
Fu Chen's mind was filled with all kinds of fantasies and expectations. According to what Di Xin said, he imagined entering the ring and disappearing in an instant.
***
This is a dark, gray space.
A gray oval boulder about one foot high and half a foot wide stands in front of you.
The bronze dagger was stuck not far away. Other than that, the surrounding area was bare and barren.
Fu Chen looked at the boulder and felt a strange sense of intimacy in his heart.
It seemed to be alive, a part of my body, and I unconsciously put my hand on the boulder.
"Finally waiting for you!"
A majestic, deep voice sounded from behind, saying slowly: "This is the greatest opportunity in your life."
Fu Chen turned around, and in front of him was a purple illusory figure of a middle-aged majestic man who was more than two meters tall and wearing a gray robe.
"Is this a test?" Fu Chen guessed in his mind and clenched his fists nervously.
He took a deep breath and asked, "Excuse me, is it difficult to get this opportunity? If you fail, is there any consolation prize like a panacea?"
Xuying looked at his nervous but pretending to be calm face, as if he had seen through everything, and said: "Don't be nervous, I am just a ray of soul. Once you have the approval of the Yuan Fei, the opportunity is already yours."
Fu Chen was greatly surprised and said: "Ah? Is it so easy? I haven't done anything yet."
Xuying chuckled and said: "Easy? The Yuan Fei has special requirements for the state of the soul, which is extremely rare. Fortunately, if a suitable person appears, it needs to be sensed by the ring at a close distance. In addition, the owners of the past generations will set up seals to block this sense.
Do you still think it’s easy?”
Xuying said and waved his right hand lightly, and Fu Chen's hand was lifted uncontrollably.
His fingers cut Fu Chen's palm, and bright red blood seeped out, slowly rising, and floating in front of his eyes.
Waved his hand for the third time, a drop of blood glowing with purple-gold light appeared out of thin air, slowly approached the red blood, and merged together.
Fu Chen watched in confusion as the fused purple-red blood began to slowly dissipate, but disappeared within a few breaths.
The phantom is still staring at the place where the blood disappeared, with an extremely focused expression.
After a while, Fu Chen saw a ray of purple light appearing where he had just been, spinning and tumbling.
Xuying ordered him: "Concentrate your mind to the center of the Yuan Fei, concentrate and calm down, and don't have distracting thoughts."
Fu Chen obeyed and turned around, placed his palms against the boulder again, closed his eyes and focused his energy on the center of the boulder.
In its center is a huge "egg": What a big egg, is this the Yuan Fei?
The spirit continued to penetrate deeply, and there was a gray liquid inside. The mind was completely wrapped and felt very comfortable.
Xuying smiled when he saw it, and waved his hand at the purple light in the air, and saw the purple light slowly drifting towards the boulder and slowly seeping into it.
In Fu Chen's perception, his mind merged with the sudden friendly purple light, which was constantly rotating and churning in the liquid.
He kept the shadow's instructions in mind, concentrated his mind and stopped thinking, and soon he could no longer feel any foreign objects.
It might be a day, it might be an hour, it might be longer.
Fu Chen suddenly woke up from his trance and found himself sitting naked in a two-meter-high oval space.
At this moment, my whole body feels refreshed and comfortable, and I feel relaxed like I have never experienced before.
"This seems to be the inside of the boulder, why did the body get in?" Fu Chen stood up in confusion.
I wanted to find an exit, but as soon as I raised my hand and touched the stone wall, the entire oval stone wall collapsed as if it were made of sand.
My eyes suddenly brightened up, and I could no longer see the dim and gray scene before. There were two phantoms, one tall and one short, standing directly in front of me.
Needless to say, the tall purple shadow is a transparent light and shadow outlined by various colored light points.
"This is your previous body," Xuying said, waving his left hand, a silver robe covered Fu Chen's naked body, and asked him in a deep voice: "Are you willing to worship me as your teacher and inherit my way?"
After putting on his robe, Fu Chen was puzzled: "The previous body? Why did it become a transparent shadow? Then I am now... the new 'Dansheng'?"
The current body is obviously reborn by the so-called "Yuan Fei". It is indeed a great blessing! It is indeed a great blessing!
Fu Chen was so excited and inexplicably grateful that he strode up to Xuying, knelt down on his knees, and replied seriously: "I do."
He kowtowed three times respectfully, stood on his knees and said loudly: "Disciple pays homage to Master and thanks Master for his great kindness."
"Get up, don't rush to say thank you." The tall figure raised his right hand. After seeing Fu Chen stand up, he stretched out his right index finger and pointed at his forehead.
Suddenly, verses similar to small seal scripts and a large number of lifelike graphics poured into my mind, and were engraved in the sea of spiritual consciousness. My brain was sore for a while.