A day later...

Rise!

In the small courtyard of the east courtyard of the Wu family, Wu Xuan's thin body stood straight in the hall, his hands clasped on the dark coffin in front of him, his arms carried him on his shoulders, and then walked towards the outside of the small courtyard step by step.

Ying'er followed behind Wu Xuan, her pretty face was haggard, and her eyes were already red and swollen from crying.

Trample.. Trample...

Wu Xuan carried the coffin and did not operate the spiritual power in the meridians, but only relied on his own physical strength, he had been exercising his physical body in the three years he had been building the second dantian, and now Wu Xuan's physical body also had the strength of three thousand catties.

However, the lacquered wooden coffin was not light, and with the coffin on his shoulder, Wu Xuan could hear his heavy footsteps and heavy breathing every time he took a step.

When Wu Xuan appeared on the street of the Imperial City carrying the coffin, the crowd of people on the street had already noticed Wu Xuan's side, followed by an uproar and mocking voices.

"Alas, isn't this the third young master of the Wu family?"

"What's the matter, the dignified third young master actually carried the coffin, it's really interesting!"

The sound of ridicule continued one after another, but Wu Xuan didn't pay attention to it, but lowered his head and walked towards the Northern Wasteland outside the city.

"That, Third Young Master Wu, you are going in the wrong direction! Your Wu family's ancestral land is not in Beishan, but in Xishan!haha!" At this moment, just where Wu Xuan had just walked through, a young man in brocade clothes first mocked, and then laughed.

As this mocking voice fell, Wu Xuan's steps actually stopped, his palms were tightly clasped on top of the coffin, and his breathing became heavy!

After a pause, Wu Xuan carried the coffin, glanced back at the person who was mocking him just now, and slowly spit out a name:

"Zhou Cheng!"

Zhou Cheng and Wu Xuan stared at each other coldly, his original laughing voice stopped abruptly, and his body involuntarily took a few steps back.

"This.this.."

Feeling that his body involuntarily retreated, Zhou Cheng muttered a little incredulously, he is now a third-vein cultivator, how could he be frightened away by Wu Xuan's second-vein cultivator at a glance.

Zhou Cheng looked down at the retreating figure in shock, looked around again, and when he came back to his senses again, Wu Xuan had already turned around and walked forward carrying the coffin. A few steps.

"Wu Xuan!" Zhou Cheng looked at Wu Xuan's back carrying the coffin away, and his face became gloomy.

......

North Mountain Wasteland

Wu Xuan and Ying'er knelt on the ground silently, in front of them was a new tomb piled up high, and there was a stone tablet at the head of the tomb, which was the stone tablet that Wu Xuan erected for his mother.

Bang! Bang!

Wu Xuan lit incense and candles in front of his mother's grave, and then took Ying'er to worship three times and burned some paper money.

"Mother!" Ying'er also muttered in a low voice, and then Ying'er buried her head and cried again.

"Mother, go all the way!" Looking at the stone tablet in front of him, Wu Xuan also muttered, and his words were still filled with sadness.

Wu Xuan's words fell, and he didn't speak, at this time, the Beishan wasteland was silent, and only a young girl could be heard sobbing, and the young man who knelt on the ground upright, looking at the stone tablet.

After a long time, the young man kneeling on the ground seemed to think of something, stood up suddenly, directly picked up a jar of wine, and drank it with a bang.

A whole jar of wine was drunk by the young man.

"Brother!" Seeing her brother drink the whole altar of wine, Ying'er, who was kneeling on the side, was a little anxious, but she didn't stop her, just shouted softly.

"How can this wine be used as a mother's sacrificial wine!"

After Wu Xuan finished drinking, he threw the wine jar on the ground, knelt back in front of the stele, and continued to say to the stele:

"Mother, this time the sacrificial wine Xuan'er owes her mother first, three years, within three years, the child will definitely take the best immortal brew in the Tianfeng Empire to pay tribute to his mother, and..."

As Wu Xuan spoke, his eyes slowly became firm, his eyes looked around the barren Beishan, his palms were clenched, and the green tendons on the back of his hands were bursting up:

"Also, this Northern Mountain Wasteland, Xuan'er will one day turn this Northern Wasteland into a beautiful place for the entire Heavenly Wind Empire, and let the emperors come to the court!"

Wu Xuan's voice was the most quiet, but his tone was full of firmness, confidence, and determination to himself!

"Brother!"

Ying'er, who was next to her at this time, heard Wu Xuan's last few words, and hurriedly shouted Wu Xuan and stopped her.

Beishan Wasteland, although it is located in a remote and desolate place, if someone hears Wu Xuan's last words and spreads them, then Wu Xuan will definitely be in big trouble. ！

If the emperors come to the court, I am afraid that even the three major lords on the Xizhui border will not dare to say it blatantly.

"Ying'er, you go back first, I want to stay here for a while!" Looking at Ying'er's anxious and haggard face, Wu Xuan sighed and said slowly.

"Hmm... It's almost noon, Ying'er will go back to cook for her brother first!" Ying'er nodded slightly, covered her already red and swollen eyes with her hands, looked at the scorching sun, and said.

After Ying'er finished speaking, she wiped the tears on her cheeks, and smiled at Wu Xuan with a strong spirit, but this reluctant smile looked very abrupt on Ying'er's haggard cheeks.

Seeing Ying'er's thin figure slowly disappear on the North Mountain, Wu Xuan's gaze fell on this stone monument again, and his eyes also changed from the softness of watching Ying'er leave to firmness and sharpness!

......

"I, run, run, run, run!!"

At this moment, a childish voice came from the sky above the wasteland of the North Mountain, and there was urgency and anxiety in the voice.

"What sound?" Wu Xuan, who was kneeling on the ground, was also shocked when he heard this voice, so he looked up at the sky.

As Wu Xuan's gaze moved into the air, his pupils shrank suddenly, and his face became incredible.

In the sky, the scorching sun was high, and the sky was clear, and Wu Xuan saw a child about five or six years old, with a small pigtail tied with a red rope on his head, and a red belly pocket on his body.

The child in the red belly pocket was panting and walking through the air, apparently exhausted.

"It's... Here, a child can fly in the sky!"

Wu Xuan's cheeks were full of shock, and he looked at the child in mid-air, and said something in a daze.

"Huh!"

Just when Wu Xuan was stunned, the child who was walking in the air seemed to have discovered something, and he was surprised, and a pair of small eyes looked in the direction where Wu Xuan was.

Immediately after the figure of the child in mid-air moved slightly, Wu Xuan saw a streamer flash, and the child's figure had already flashed into a bamboo forest not far from Wu Xuan.

The Beishan wasteland is already desolate, and the bamboo forests growing here are naturally desolate, and it is impossible to compare with the green bamboos in those beautiful places, where the bamboos are all withered yellow branches and leaves, and some have completely withered.

"Well, yes, yes!" But the kid who circled around the bamboo forest crossed his waist, nodded in a very old-fashioned manner, and said in his immature tone.

Wu Xuan, who was not far away, stared closely at the direction of the bamboo forest and held his breath, for fear of making a little movement and disturbing the old child.

Fantasy!

The child muttered, and walked into the deserted bamboo forest, and shouted in a childish voice.

Wu Xuan saw the golden light flash, the dazzling golden light actually pierced Wu Xuan couldn't open his eyes, and after the golden light disappeared, the child disappeared, replaced by a golden bamboo about dozens of zhang high standing where the child was originally standing.

On the golden bamboo, the streamer was shining, and there was still some distance from the golden bamboo, Wu Xuan could feel a holy breath spreading, and gently sniffed the breath that came out, Wu Xuan immediately felt refreshed, and the spiritual power in the meridians was also driven by this holy breath.

Looking closely, there are many cracks on the golden bamboo, which is several feet high, and even the golden branches and leaves on the bamboo are a little sluggish, without much luster.

"Tongtian Bamboo!" When he saw the golden bamboo that suddenly appeared, although the image of this bamboo was a little miserable, Wu Xuan's mind still couldn't help but think of a spiritual bamboo that only had in ancient times - "Tongtian Bamboo".