Looking at his son who was no longer mature and wise as before, Wang Gang first talked about the establishment of a court.
He mentioned to Wang Dalu the nobles who had left the Hou Dynasty with him, and told Wang Dalu which people should be valued and who should be on guard, so as to achieve both kindness and power.
Wang Dalu asked his father Wang Gang to tell him about the famous sects, aristocratic families and the imperial court in the Eastern Wasteland.
Wang Gang was well-informed and had been an official in the Hou Dynasty for many years. He also visited neighboring courts and got to know some people from other dynasties.
Everything he could think of, he told Wang Dalu in detail.
Wang Dalu listened intently, and before he knew it, it was late at night. The father and son talked for an hour and a half.
Wang Dalu saw that it was late at night and he still had some unfinished conversations with his father Wang Gang, so he asked Master Li, who was already a little sleepy, to go back to his room to rest.
Wang Gang also asked Master Nie Zi and Xiang Guang outside the door to retreat.
At this time, the father and son were the only two people left inside and outside the study.
Wang Gang slowly stood up, opened a corner of the window and looked out the window for a while, then suddenly let out a long sigh and said in a low voice without looking back.
"My son, now that you have grown up and have your own opinions, there are some things that I think I should tell you as a father."
Wang Dalu saw that his father seemed to be in a heavy mood. He didn't know why and quietly waited for his father Wang Gang's story.
Wang Gang took out a green hairpin from his arms, and the moonlight shone brightly on the hairpin, making it even more emerald.
As if recalling it for a long time, Wang Gang looked at his son and spoke word by word.
"My son, what my father wants to tell you today is about your mother's past."
Wang Dalu was very surprised when he heard his father mention his mother.
What kind of woman was the mother who died due to dystocia when she was born? Wang Dalu asked his father more than once, but every time his father remained silent and spoke a few words.
Never mentioned it to him.
"Does it mean that my mother still has an unknown past?"
There was some mystery in Wang Dalu's heart, so he quickly asked his father to tell him about his mother's deeds.
The moon was bright and the crow was croaking. The father and son talked in the room as if they felt a sense of pain. They could not help imagining the image of the mother they had never seen before in their minds.
Wang Dalu was very surprised when he learned that his mother was also a monk and actually came from the Western Wilderness Continent.
A similar situation of a man in love with a woman passed through his mind, but his parents created a love that spanned two continents.
After listening to his father's story, Wang Dalu found out that his mother was born in a middle-class family in the Western Wilderness. When she was in her thirties, she cultivated the Wild Pill and was selected by her family as a marriage partner. However, her mother had a stubborn personality and believed that she should make her own decisions in matters of love.
It can be used as a tool for family marriage.
But things didn't go as planned. Although his grandfather was the head of the family at the time, he was still powerless and unable to shake the decision made by the elders.
Originally, my mother didn't want to embarrass her father and relatives, but later she found out that the person she wanted to marry was a despicable and shameless powerful man. All of this was because he used his power to force his elders to surrender, and he even wanted to take her as his concubine.
What he wants is to control the power of the entire family.
So my mother secretly took out more than 20 top-quality waste crystals from the family's private treasury, opened a long-distance teleportation circle in the Western Wilderness Sea, and was sent to the Eastern Wilderness Continent. She was met by my father who was traveling when he was young, and she fell in love with him for a long time.
Only then did Wang Dalu become what he is today.
"So my mother was forced by those evil people?"
After Wang Gang heard what his son said, he didn't answer and just said one sentence.
"Your maiden name is Lu Hanzhu."
"Lu Hanzhu?"
Wang Dalu silently recited his mother's name a few times in his heart, and said to his father's resolute face, which showed some pain and yearning.
"Dad, don't worry, my child will definitely go to the Western Continent to find out what happened."
In the middle of the night, the father and son went to bed separately, but neither of them had a sleepless night.
Wang Gang missed his wife, who had passed away many years ago, and thought about every little thing he knew about her.
Wang Dalu, like his father, stayed up all night, and suddenly felt a sense of nostalgia after hearing about his mother.
Although his father, Wang Gang, loved him very much and tried his best to meet his demands since he was a child, he only got his father's love, which was far inferior to other naughty boys who also had their mother's love.
When her mother was leaving, she asked her father to take good care of her. At the same time, she also mentioned her uncle who was far away in the Western Continent and had never met her.
My grandfather married four wives, and each wife almost gave birth to two sons or a boy and a girl.
My mother is the fifth eldest child in the family, and she has a younger brother from the same mother, namely Wang Dalu's uncle named Lu Hanshi.
When my mother fled from the family, it was thanks to the secret help of Uncle Hanshi.
At that time, my mother was young and only wanted to get out of the family's misery. She was seeking happiness and did not think too much about her uncle's predicament and the cruel punishment he would receive from the elders of the clan.
During the many years she had been staying with her father in the Eastern Wasteland, she had always been thinking about her mother's clan and whether her younger brother was doing well now. She also thought about one day returning to the Western Continent to say thank you in front of her uncle.
My mother was a spiritual practitioner, so even though she was pregnant with two sons, she should not have died in childbirth. It was just because she had been depressed and unhappy for so many years, and she was anxious to miss her family after leaving her hometown.
Wang Gang saw that his son had grown up and his future achievements were boundless, so he told himself about his mother's past, hoping that he would have the opportunity to help his mother fulfill her long-cherished wish to comfort her spirit in heaven.
Wang Dalu knew that if he was just like before, playing around in the world all day long, then his father would probably not reveal any news about his mother to him before he died.
The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility, and the two complement each other.
The next day, early morning.
When the first ray of morning light falls on the town of North District.
As the breeze blows, villagers working several miles away can smell the pungent and nauseating smell of distiller's lees blowing into their faces from time to time.
If anyone walks out of the town entrance of Beiqu Town, they will see many drunk people still lying in the open space not far away.
There were also some people who were slowly waking up from their intoxication, holding their palms on the ground, calling their friends and drinking in groups of twos and threes, and staggering towards the mountains of the North District.
When the sun was about to fully emerge from the corner of the mountain, all the hungover men outside Bei District Town disappeared, leaving only a piece of unpleasant smell for the villagers of Bei District Town to clean up and bury.
Both father and son woke up very early in the morning. They smiled in front of everyone and seemed to have forgotten the sorrow of yesterday's conversation. After breakfast, Wang Dalu led Wang Gang and everyone to the spirit gathering array in the back mountain of the North District to experience the array.
The inner source of vitality is constantly condensed into substance.
Among the twenty or so subordinates who followed Wang Gang, the lowest ones were also Duyuan monks, and the two highest ones were masters of the Ningxu realm of one or two feet.
The official positions in the imperial court were limited, and many monks with good cultivation could only rely on the power and wealth of the imperial court to gain the spiritual achievements they really wanted.
The aristocratic family has a strong tendency to close its doors, and the sect is extremely strict in recruiting disciples, and the rules are strict.
In contrast, there were only monks recruited by the imperial court in an eclectic manner, but it was difficult for them to gain the favor of the superiors and obtain imperial titles. They could only enjoy the glory of idle official positions and serve the imperial court.
These people had never seen the extremely rich spirit gathering array in front of them. They were so amazed that they cried and begged Wang Gang and Wang Dalu to allow them to stay and practice.
Although they do not have an official position that is convenient for practicing, cultivating here can save them some hard work and save them a large amount of wild jade and even wild crystals.
After all, these are people with no background. They used to rely on the salary resources provided by the court to practice, and they are not as wealthy as Wang Dalu.
Wang Dalu felt in them what his father Wang Gang had taught him yesterday: he should not make small profits just because he has wealth.
It seems that the mining of jade ore in the four districts of Nanshan cannot be taken lightly.
Yesterday, the father and son had a discussion with Old Man Gui, Li Jinbao and others. After Wang Dalu could use the imperial seal in his body to seal everyone, they would open up the mountain behind the mine in the north area and build a thousand-foot-wide spirit gathering circle.
It is provided for everyone to meditate and practice.
I believe that those monks who have been consecrated will choose to stay on the mountain to practice without hesitation when they see this. How can they easily return to their place of residence?
During this period, neither Nie Zi nor Xiang Guang left, but waited until Wang Dalu entrusted them with the imperial seal before leaving, and Wang Dalu wanted to travel with them to gain experience.
On this day, while Wang Dalu was meditating in the back mountain, he suddenly opened his eyes and touched his chest, feeling a slight sting. However, he felt relieved after thinking about it, and murmured to himself with a smile.
"Is it enough to pour a drop of my heart's blood into the imperial seal?"