allendalepharm Chapter 1020
Chapter 1020
Chen Xun taught Xiao Wuhen a lot along the way, and because he had really grown up in his heart and could truly understand what he meant, he said it now.
But these words only apply to his son. How to go in the future depends on him.
Xiao Wuhen nodded heavily. He listened to his father the most. He was taught by words and deeds all the way. He didn't have any perfunctory intentions. After all, his father not only had immortal friends, but also had connections with small sects. What he said was quite important!
The sunset gradually fell under the endless mountains, and the stars crossed the sky, spreading silently.
Chen Xun began to practice boxing under the waterfall again.
Xiao Wuhen silently turned the field with a hoe. There was no more innocence in his eyes as a child. Instead, there was more calmness and stories. He recalled the people and things he met along the way over the past hundred years.
I have grown up now. My childhood playmates in the small village have already taken on the responsibility of the head of the family, but I have been eating and drinking from my father...
I am very useless. He also wants his father to be proud of him. His father will eventually become old, just like the old people in the village, unable to do anything, and no one will take care of him.
Xiao Wuhen took a deep breath, his eyes deepened a little. He should have taken on the responsibility of the head of the family and could no longer rely on his father to support him.
When I go down the mountain to make a name for myself, I will come back to see my father often.
When he thought of this, he exerted more force in his hand and held the hoe tightly. If he wanted to transcend the identity of a farmer, he had to cultivate immortality!
Xiao Wuhen suddenly turned around and yelled: "Dad!"
"If you have something to say, come on."
"If I become an immortal, will you be proud of me?!"
"Hahaha... How can a mortal not envy an immortal? If you have a promising future, Dad will naturally be proud of you!" Chen Xun smiled slightly, but there was one more thing he didn't say.
Immortals may also envy mortals, and the cycle of Taoism will never end.
"Hehe..." Xiao Wuhen's eyes lit up. It was enough to have his dad's words, as if he had given him great encouragement.
Just as his dad said, he had lived to a certain stage of his life, and it was time to do things at this stage. It was not good to be muddle-headed.
The years passed silently and quietly.
In a blink of an eye, another hundred years passed, and the big black bull in seclusion was still motionless, without any breath escaping, as if he was in a dead end.
And today, the sun is bright and the light is brilliant.
Xiao Wuhen has grown a little taller now. He rode a wooden cart and carried his luggage down the mountain alone.
His father did not come to see him off. He just asked a relative to take him to the small sect of immortal cultivation. He would definitely not be able to enter the Wuyun Immortal Sect, so he did not expect it. His father's connections were not that far-reaching.
The Qingtian Sect did not even look up to him, and did not consider it.
It was enough to be able to cultivate immortality. He did not compare the good and bad sects. It was good to have a place to stay. He had been with his father for a long time and was never so particular about these external things.
He rode the wooden cart alone and looked back. He felt a little empty in his heart. He was not as happy and cheerful as he imagined...
His father did not come to see him off either. He could not even see a shadow.
Creak... Creak...
The sound of Xiao Wuhen riding a wooden cart resounded on the mountain path. He kept taking deep breaths. This time, his father was really not by his side. He had to rely on himself in the future.
"Dad!!!" Suddenly, Xiao Wuhen shouted at the back, and stared at the familiar mountain road for a long time.
This small mountain road, Dad carried him on his back, held him, hugged him, and beat him, carrying too many childhood memories...
But the surroundings were extremely quiet, not even a bird or an animal, let alone Dad's familiar voice: Damn, what are you doing? !
Xiao Wuhen turned his head gently, his eyes dimmed a little, and he rode the wooden cart silently again.
At this time, a breeze blew slowly between heaven and earth.
The speed of the wooden cart suddenly increased a lot, and some fallen leaves of the Crane Spirit Tree slowly followed the wooden cart. Xiao Wuhen's dim eyes suddenly shrank, and he looked back instantly.
But there was still nothing, empty.
Dad... I will never let you down.
His eyes became more determined, and then he stopped worrying about gains and losses, and rode the wooden cart to rush down the mountain. In front of him was an unknown world of immortal cultivation, a vast world!
On the top of the ninety-nine circular mountains.
A figure in white clothes as white as snow stood here. His temperament was ethereal and his eyes were deep and endless, encompassing the universe and the endless immortals. The sea of clouds was under his feet, as if the world was in his hands!
This is the posture of a true immortal, an existence that billions of immortals bow to, a terrifying existence that the heaven and earth dare not ask about!
If this peerless immortal figure is killed by Qian Wuhen,Seeing it, it would definitely be eye-popping... Old, old, old dad? !
However, he certainly couldn't see it.
This ethereal figure quietly stared at the hemp-clothed figure riding a wooden cart on the mountain road, and finally revealed a faint smile in his calm expression:
"Son, Dad will send you here, I just hope that when you return, there is no pain in your eyes."
A faint word floated by, and the sea of clouds tumbled slightly. Under the shining sun, the clouds were brilliant and dreamy.
And that peerless figure had disappeared. On the top of the mountain, there was nothing, no one's voice, only the sound of the waterfall crashing down from the mysterious sky, roaring continuously.
...
Three years later, in the wild sky, the blue sky forest.
In an ordinary small sect, this small sect only has three mountaintops, a ninth-grade spiritual vein, and a stream. There are no fish, as if it looks down on this place.
At this time, an old beggar and a man and a horse were sitting on a huge stone. They were Bai Xinghan and Yadian.
On the stone was a lifelike wood carving.
"Master, what do you mean?" Bai Xinghan took a deep breath, his expression slightly exaggerated, "This is from our hometown, bought from a master."
The old beggar held his chicken coop hair, his expression revealed an incomparable solemnity, and carefully observed every carving line of the wood carving.
Bai Xinghan and Yadian looked at each other secretly, and they didn't expect that this old man would be so serious.
"Xinghan! Silly carving! This thing is incredible!" The old beggar's eyes became sharper, "This thing... This thing..."
"Old man, teacher, master, what do you mean?!" Bai Xinghan coughed lightly and almost said the wrong thing, but the old man's attention was obviously not on him, fortunately.
"Xinghan, Silly Eagle, you can't throw this thing away even if you die!"
"Of course, this is a gift from that master boss, we can't throw it away. We have never met such a warm-hearted boss, Silly Eagle has great respect for the boss."
"Oh~~~" Yadian nodded quickly, it liked the woodcarving boss the most.
The old beggar's voice became unusually serious: "Even if you get a rare treasure in the future, you can't use this thing to exchange for any immortal resources, understand?"
"Master, what do you mean?"
"No matter how miserable your future situation is, even if you are on the verge of death, as long as you have this thing, you can turn the tide in the vast immortal path! Turn the tide against the wind!!"
"Ah?! Old man, what?!!"