Chapter 120： Xinghua’s life is over (please subscribe)

Chapter 120 Xinghua’s life is over (please subscribe)

Everyone has a time when his life span comes to an end.

Wei Tu had already been mentally prepared for Xinghua's death, but when he truly felt the death, he realized how heavy this light page of paper was.

In the letter.

Wei Xiuwen mentioned that the apricot blossoms moved quietly at night.

Not suffering from any illness.

Walked silently.

“A hundred years old...is a time of joy and mourning, just like Master, there is nothing to be sad about..."

Weitu comforted himself.

He walked to the desk in the Talisman Room and, as usual, put the letter from his children in the book box and kept it carefully.

Continue.

Wei Tu opened the formation of the cave and let the moonlight outside shine through the window lattice and fall on his face, illuminating half of his body.

The desolate moonlight made his face look a little more sad.

The sky-splitting vulture fluttered its wings and landed on Wei Tu's left shoulder. It tilted its slightly flat head and looked at Wei Tu curiously with a pair of dark yellow eyes...

In the decades since it was captured by Wei Tu, it has never seen such an expression on Wei Tu's face, and it lasted for such a long time.

“Bah! Bah!” Cracking Sky Diao called out to Wei Tu after seeing the dawn.

It chirped in front of Wei Tu, flew out of the window with a swoosh, flew from the head of the courtyard to the corner of the courtyard, circled several times, folded its wings, and landed on the desk in Fuwu.

…

Half a day later.

Weitu left Danqiu Mountain.

However, unlike before, this time besides Fu Zhizhou, there was also a red-faced old man beside him.

This red-faced old man is in the middle stage of foundation building. He is tall and thin, with a sallow complexion. He is wearing a green scholar's shirt. He does not look like a monk, but like an old master teaching in the secular world.

“I’m sorry to have you, Daoist friend Huang, accompany Wei on this trip.” After walking out of Danqiu Mountain, Wei Tu bowed his hands to the red-faced old man, showing gratitude on his face.

The red-faced old man is no stranger.

It was Huang Changkong, the envoy sent by the Huang family of Heshan to win over Wei Tu.

This time he went to the mortal world to attend the funeral. Wei Tu made the decision to serve his deceased wife in "Qixi" and stay in mourning for a year.

(Qi Shai, a kind of mourning dress.)

In view of this, Wei Tu sent a letter to the Huang family in Heshan in advance, informing him of the matter and indicating that he might delay his trip to the Huang family in Heshan.

Unexpectedly, after Wei Tu's talisman letter was sent out, Huang Changkong, who was stranded in Danqiu Mountain, not only immediately expressed his understanding of the matter, but also proposed the idea of ​​​​going to the secular world with Wei Tu's companions.

Although Wei Tu could guess that Huang Changkong's purpose of accompanying him back for the funeral was simply to investigate his "township review" and to "show kindness to the subordinates"... But the dignified Zhuji Master was willing to do this, and he was still very grateful. of.

“Fellow Daoist Wei has made a serious statement. After Daoist Wei joins the Huang family in Heshan, you and I will be as close as one family. There is no need to worry about this little thing.”

Huang Changkong waved his hand, indicating to Wei Tu not to mind.

Next, Wei Tu had no intention of continuing to chat politely with Huang Changkong. After transmitting a few words to Fu Zhizhou, he went on his way with all his strength.

The atmosphere among the three of them was dull.

Wei Tu and Huang Changkong were flying in the air, while Fu Zhizhou was riding a spirit horse and chasing after them.

Just two days.

Wei Tu rushed to Nanhang City.

Five days faster than before.

“Dad, the child was unfilial and didn’t take good care of his mother, so he left her at night.”

Wei Xiuwen was keeping vigil in front of the hall. After he saw Wei Tu returning, he moved his knees and kowtowed several times in the direction of Wei Tu, sobbing.

“Dad, mother is gone.”

Wei Yan knelt aside, also wiping tears.

“Dad.”

“Third uncle, third uncle…”

Other juniors in the hall also began to say hello to Wei Tu.

The people here include Mei Zhen and some second-generation descendants of the Kou and Fu families.

"No need to be polite." Wei Tu walked to the front of the hall and said to everyone.

Then, Wei Tu walked to Xinghua’s memorial tablet, took a handful of incense, lit it, and placed it in the incense burner on the table.

“It’s time to wake up.”

After a moment of silence, Wei Tu glanced at the coffin parked in the hall and sighed.

After a person dies, the funeral should be raised after seven days of vigil, but because he is far away in Danqiu Mountain, this time has been delayed for several days.

The voice fell.

The funeral band prepared by Wei Zhai plays musical instruments.

Gongs, drums and suonas sounded in unison.

The song played was "A Hundred Birds Paying Attention to the Phoenix".

A song of joy!

Xinghua died at the age of 100, which is considered auspicious in the world.

…

Half a day later.

Outside Nanhang City, in a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters, there is an additional solitary grave.

On the tombstone.

It is engraved with "The Tomb of the Dead Wife Xinghua".

Besides the solitary tomb, there are also three newly built thatched cottages.

One room belongs to Wei Tu.

The other two rooms belong to sister and brother Wei Yan.

Wife is dead.

Worship for one year.

Mother's death.

Three years of mourning.

This is common etiquette.

Although the monks are detached from the ordinary world - Wei Tu, father and son, first became ordinary people and then entered the world of immortality.

After seven days of mourning.

Wei Tu advised Wei Yan and his sister to leave.

His reason is simple.

He has now successfully built the foundation. For him, one year is just the blink of an eye, which is not a pity.

In addition, during this year, he can also study some things other than Talisman.

For example, the complete set of first-level alchemy master inheritance left by Geng Wen.

if possible.

He hopes to dabble in alchemy in the foundation building realm.

It may not be possible to run a business as an alchemist, but at least you have to produce and sell your own products, so as to avoid repeating the mistakes of the Blood Old Demon. However.

This time of year—

For the Wei Yan siblings, they cannot waste their money easily.

Not to mention, the Wei Yan siblings need to stay in mourning for three years.

"Etiquette cannot be abolished, but if you are too rigid in etiquette and law, it will become pedantic."

Wei Tu reprimanded.

He knew the Wei Yan siblings and was well aware of the filial piety his children had shown to Xinghua when they were in front of her.

—The Ice Mysterious Lock Talisman is worth one hundred spiritual stones, which was a huge sum of money for him back then, let alone Wei Yan and his sister.

Now, three years of mourning...

It is not necessary.

Listen to this.

The Wei Yan siblings looked hesitant.

“Father, since you feel that three years of mourning is too long, I will follow you and mourn for one year. During this period, my daughter can also ask you to teach me talismans...” Wei Yan thought for a while and replied.

"Can."

Wei Tu nodded and agreed.

More than thirty years ago, after he discovered that Wei Yan had a talent for talismans, he often gave Wei Yan advice on talismans in his letters.

Hope that Wei Yanzi will inherit his father's legacy.

Now, many years have passed, and Wei Yan is already a first-level low-grade Talisman Master.

He has had successful experience in drawing first-level mid-level talismans.

Only half a step away,

You can become a first-level mid-level Talisman Master.

What you learn on paper is ultimately shallow.

He has basically had free time during this year, and he used it to teach Wei Yan about his talismans, which was pretty good.

“Dad, that kid…just leave first.”

Wei Xiuwen resigns.

 He only has the Golden Spiritual Root and is following the path of a weapon refiner, which his father Wei Tu obviously finds difficult to teach.

“I remember that when Xiuwen was born, when I caught Zhou, I caught him with a writing brush, so I gave him the name Xiuwen.”

“I never thought that he was doing blacksmithing.”

When Wei Tu saw this scene, he couldn't help but think of the past and laughed at himself.

“Is there still such a thing?”

This was the first time Wei Yan heard about Wei Xiuwen's "ugly incident". She covered her mouth and couldn't help but laugh a few times.

These few words of laughter.

Diluted the sad atmosphere of Xinghua’s departure.

Under Wei Tu's personal guidance, Wei Yan made rapid progress.

Less than two months,

Wei Yan can stably draw the first-level mid-level talisman "Demon Wood Talisman".

"Yan'er, Talisman is just a small skill, cultivation is the foundation. Don't let your cultivation fall too far behind."

“When your father and I were practicing in the Qi Realm, we found it difficult to draw the first-level high-grade talisman. However, after completing the foundation building, it is just a simple matter for me.”

Wei Tu warned.

Before he went into seclusion to break through and build the foundation, Wei Yan's study of Talismanism and cultivation were still at a relatively balanced point.

But after these few months of teaching, he discovered that Wei Yan's cultivation level had not made many breakthroughs compared to before he went into seclusion.

Currently, Wei Yan's cultivation level is only at the sixth level of Qi training.

You know, Wei Yan is now seventy-one years old.

The progress of this cultivation.

Can't compare to what he was back then.

He embarked on the path to immortality at the age of forty-three.

At the age of sixty-three, he broke through the sixth level of Qi training.

At the age of sixty-seven, he reached the seventh level of Qi training.

The Wei Yan siblings were all under thirty years old and entered the path of immortality, more than ten years earlier than him.

Although he has not provided much help to the Wei Yan siblings in terms of resources over the years, his help such as talismans and cultivation guidance are enough to save the Wei Yan siblings from making many detours.

At least in the Qi training realm.

One generation cannot be inferior to the other.

“Dad, my daughter knows.” Wei Yan lowered her head and pursed her red lips.

A few more days passed.

Wei Xiuwen visited Wei Tu and his daughter as usual.

Only this time, in addition to bringing meals to Wei Tu and his daughter, Wei Xiuwen also brought an extra gift box.

“Dad, this is Fu Lin’s gift for mother’s funeral...”

“I sent someone to deliver it to my house last night.”

Wei Xiuwen lowered his voice.

“Fu Lin?”

“How did he get the news?”

Hearing this, Wei Tu couldn't help but be surprised.

Fu Lin left Baishi Hufang City more than 20 years ago. Since then, there has been no news from Fu Lin.

This time Xinghua was mourning and he notified not many people.

There was no uproar.

"Could it be that he has spies in Baishi Lake? Or...does anyone in the second generation of the Fu family have a way to communicate with Fu Lin?" Wei Tu frowned and thought.

“Forget it, it’s useless to think too much.”

Wei Tu shook his head and reached out to take the gift box from Wei Xiuwen.

Open the gift box, and inside there is a high-grade spiritual stone, a first-grade high-grade spiritual apricot, and a letter.

Wei Tu opened the letter first.

In the letter, Fu Lin introduced his current situation and asked Wei Tu to tell everyone not to worry about him. He, his brother and sister were living well now.

After talking about the current situation.

Fu Lin mentioned that this high-grade spiritual stone was used by him to repay the ten spiritual stones that Wei Tu lent him back then.

One high-grade spiritual stone is worth one hundred low-grade spiritual stones.

He returned the favor tenfold.

(End of this chapter)