Chapter 70 Wang Huan
"Wang Huan, Wang Huan, wake up..."
Accompanied by the shaking of his body, Zhong Fuyou opened his eyes, and saw a woman in coarse sackcloth gently pat him awake.
"It's time to work, or your father will scold you again later."
"Oh." Zhong Fu replied, getting up from the bed and rubbing his eyes sleepily.
He slept on a kang, and his younger brother who was a few years old next to him was still sleeping soundly. He turned into an eight or nine-year-old child. In ancient times, he should be called a young man.
Actually he didn't answer, he didn't make an action, he just watched, because it was someone else's memory.
Zhong Fu asked: "Why don't you give me all the memories?"
Since I entrusted myself with the soul, the memory will naturally be attached. But Wang Huan didn't do that, instead he allowed himself to see his memory.
A voice sounded, it was Wang Huan's voice.
【I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it, and at the same time, I hope you will have a different idea while getting to know him. I have fought against him thousands of times, and tried every means, but nothing can be done. I don't want the memory of my failure to affect you. 】
"Can't bear it?" Zhong Fu licked the corner of his mouth, "The more you say that, the more interested I am in Li Changsheng."
【It is best if you can keep this mentality. 】
"Wang Huan, why don't you get up?"
Mother's shout came from outside, Zhong Fu got up and walked out of the room, their house didn't even have a yard. It's just a small house in the alley, the bedroom is separated from the hall by a wooden board.
Parents are ordinary people, both in appearance and temperament are very ordinary.
Father was packing the coals in the corner and stuffing them into the small stove on the other side of the pick. Zhong Fu stepped forward to help light the fire skillfully, while mother put the wrapped wontons and various ingredients into the small drawer on the other side.
This is a wonton picker, with wonton soup simmering in the stove at one end, and wonton ingredients at the other end. Their family relies on this for food.
The memories that keep coming up seem to be explaining something to him.
Zhong Fudao: "A very ordinary family background, it can be seen that you lived in a peaceful age. What I didn't expect was that you were born as a mortal, and it is not easy to enter the practice."
【Are you not? 】
Zhong Fu shook his head and replied: "My father is a great power to transform demons into gods. I don't know how much higher he was born than you. In this regard, this deity is not as good as you. Everyone in the world recognizes that there is a journey of cultivation, and it does not depend on fate, but on people. Maybe cultivation is not like In the mortal world, death is decided upon birth, and everyone has the opportunity to stand up and be the master, but practice also depends on birth and background."
"When I was your age, I was already in the middle stage of foundation establishment. There are factors of my talent and intelligence, but more I think it is the resources given by my parents."
Although Tianxin Mozun was praising Wang Huan, Wang Huan could feel a sense of pride from his words. And he himself didn't feel any difference. He had an extraordinary life, no matter his background or achievements, he was the best in the world.
When he was young, he was the "Crown Prince" of the Demonic Dao, and Yuanying Da Neng treated him with courtesy. When he was young, he was the leader of the younger generation of Demon Dao, and no one was his opponent. Later, he lived up to everyone's expectations and achieved Huashen, created the Tianxin Jue, and achieved far more achievements than his father.
His pride runs deep in his bones.
【Your experience is enviable. 】
Wang Huan was only talking about it verbally. He never complained about his parents, let alone disliked his mortal background.
On the contrary, he is proud of his background as a mortal, stirring up the world.
Both of them are not bad, they are both proud to the bottom of their bones.
The surrounding scene melted quickly, and the screen turned, and came to a street. While his father was cooking wontons, Zhong Fu kept serving bowls to the guests.
Just when he wanted to continue fast-forwarding, Wang Huan stopped him. Although the other party was unable to resist him at this moment, he did not stop the other party and stopped naturally.
asked: "Why?"
【he came. 】
There was a tremor in his voice, a little scared, and at the same time he could feel a little excitement.
Why get excited?
Zhong Fu controls Wang Huan's soul, and even the slightest fluctuation of Wang Huan cannot escape his perception.
"Shop, two bowls of wontons."
The calm voice came from nowhere, and when he looked up, he saw a man in a simple Taoist robe and carrying a medicine basket coming to the wonton shop. His face was ordinary, he couldn't feel any breath, he was just an ordinary Taoist priest.
Even Taoist priests are not as good. Even ordinary Taoist priests in the practice world can practice qigong a little, otherwise they are fake Taoist priests without a teacher.
"Daozhang Li, you are finally here. I have prepared this special wonton for you for a long time."
Wang Huan's father saw the Taoist priest with a smile on his face and an extremely enthusiastic attitude, so he personally greeted him.
Soon he realized that this was someone else's memory. Back then, Wang Huan was just an ordinary young man, how could he see the mystery in it.
【He has always been like this, even if I ascended to become a god, I still can't see through him. 】
At this time, the Wang Huan in his memory also enthusiastically wiped the tables and chairs for the Taoist priest, and gave them bowls and chopsticks, one by one. Li Changsheng also had a good impression of this child.
Who doesn’t like smart and sweet kids.
"I always thought that you and Li Changsheng were the same age, or that he was younger than you." Zhong Fu said, after all, losing to someone older than himself is not terrible.
"It was Li Changsheng who brought you into practice?"
【It can be said so, but at that time I was purely for a bowl of wontons. Every time he comes to my house to eat wontons, he will order two bowls, eat one bowl for himself, let the other bowl cool down, and give it to me when he leaves. 】
Li Changsheng sat on the bench, eating the hot wonton in front of him, and there was also a bowl directly opposite. He ate wontons unhurriedly, and he didn't know what he was thinking in his calm and deep eyes.
Wang Huan squatted beside him, neither noisy nor disturbed, just quietly looked at Li Changsheng, and waited for him to finish eating before opening his mouth.
"Daoist, Daoist, why do you order two bowls of wonton every time, and why don't you eat one?"
Li Changsheng raised his head slightly, and the buds growing on the branches asked, "Ah Huan, what time is it?"
Wang Huan replied bluntly: "Spring has already begun."
"There is no time in the mountains, and there is no age in the cold." Li Changsheng sighed, and then pushed the bowl of wontons to Wang Huan.
Wang Huan immediately smiled, and began to eat while thanking.
"Thank you, Daoist, thank you, Daoist."
When parting, Li Changsheng left a jade pendant and told Wang Huan's father.
"I think Ah Huan has quite a spiritual root, and he can use this jade pendant to enter the immortal gate. If you are willing to smash this jade pendant, someone will come to pick him up. If you don't want to, just keep it."
At the beginning of the year, Wang Huan was sent away by his parents.
Wang Huan cried so hard that his mother chased him for several miles before being stopped.
His parents are reluctant to give up, but they also understand that only in this way can they get ahead and stay away from ordinary suffering.
Zhong Fudao: "You are obviously born in the righteous way, why is this so? Is it just because you have obtained my Tianxin Jue? Although this deity's Tianxin Jue is a magic technique, it pays the most attention to the original heart, and those who are not firm in mind cannot practice it."
Wang Huan is called Zhijue, implying that great wisdom is close to demons, and a demon is more prominent than wisdom.
【It originated from your inheritance, but the fault is all my fault. 】
As soon as the screen turns, the memories flow quickly.
He entered the nearest Feixianmen, and because of the jade pendant, he became the closed disciple of an elder. Aptitude is not considered to be extremely talented, but it can be regarded as a piece of jade, which has been cultivated vigorously by the elders, and the road is smooth.
When he was promoted to Foundation Establishment, Li Changsheng brought a letter from his parents and taught him a method, saying that it was counted as wonton money, and the wontons in their family tasted the same as five hundred years ago.
"Wang Huan, although you and I are not known as masters and apprentices, my teaching of the Dharma has its own cause and effect to you. If you cause disaster to the world one day, I will kill you."
"Follow the instruction."
Wang Huan doesn't know what it was like five hundred years ago, but he understands that everything about him has benefited from the Taoist priest.
"Then what kind of mistake did you make?" Tianxin Mozun speeded up again, and the irrelevant memory turned into a stream of light.
【Greedy, afraid. 】
In the next second, strong emotions and thoughts rushed to him, and the bright memory instantly became dim, blurred, and cold...Before it was the sunshine of spring, now it is a lump of mud in the mud.
Inheritance of Tianxin Mozun.
These words became more and more intense, and Zhong Fu finally touched the source. The birth of Zhijue was also the beginning of falling into the abyss.
Tianxin Mozun originally had no sense of being a demon, but to Wang Huan, he stumbled and fell into the abyss, and the deep sense of falling filled his memory.
In the icy cave, the stone wall revealed divine light, and the three of them were very excited to see the peerless magical power formed by the divine light, even seeing Tianxin Mozun did not weaken in the slightest.
They comforted themselves that there is nothing wrong with the exercises, even if they don't devour people's souls to practice, Tianxin Jue is a peerless exercise that directly transforms gods.
The three of them swore that they would never commit evil.
Then a cold broken sword and blood.
Wang Huan slashed on the brother's head again and again, until the skin was ripped apart, and blood flowed from the chop.
“…I killed someone.”
(end of this chapter)