On the small table, a family of three chatted while eating, and they were happy. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The Wu family was born in the mountains and wilderness, and there has never been any "upbringing" at all, the so-called "food without words, sleep without words" is not talked about at all, when eating, that is, when the family chats.

Father Wu Zhong always likes to drink two glasses, and then take advantage of the wine to tell the legendary stories he has told countless times, what is the private lifelong back garden, the champion of the fallen son, etc., and Wu Xie and his mother naturally act as listeners.

Although he has heard it many times, Wu Xie still likes to listen to his father's stories.

Because he doesn't enjoy the old stories, but the atmosphere of family reunion.

In his previous life, he rarely communicated with his family, usually except for work and entertainment, only during the New Year's holidays to go home to visit his parents, every time he heard his parents urging him to start a family early, his heart only felt bored.

Until he died of electrocution and his soul left his body, all he thought of was his parents.

The second elder has only one child under his knees, who is very old, and they all look forward to getting married as soon as possible, and then the family will share the joy of family harmony......

As a result, I unexpectedly looked forward to it, and what I was looking forward to was that the white-haired person sent the black-haired person......

For example, if one side is on the other side today, unless he cultivates to the supreme supernatural power, there is no hope of going back in this life and this life, and this regret will never be able to make up for it.

Therefore, he attaches more and more importance to family affection and the time spent with his family.

It is said that immortal cultivators must stay away from the world, say goodbye to their families, leave their parents and wives, and go away to the end of the world alone, never seeing each other in old age. Ask yourself, he can't do it.

Perhaps, if you don't become an immortal, it's not bad to be a mortal......

Just as he was thinking about it, suddenly a gloomy cold wind blew, and the originally not very bright lights in the room swayed, if it weren't for the windproof lampshade made by Wu Jie, I was afraid that it would be blown out at that time.

Wu Xie only felt a burst of cold air invade, and the real fire in his chest was aroused by the cold air, and he immediately launched it, wandering all over his body, forcing all the cold out of his body.

Looking up, I saw that my parents shivered in unison, and their faces suddenly turned a little blue, obviously having been invaded by the cold air that came from nowhere.

It's winter, but it shouldn't be so cold! And - the doors and windows are well closed, where does this wind come from?

"Master, this doesn't seem to be a natural cold wind." Jasmine suddenly sent a message, "I think, it's a bit like a spell used by monks to ingest living souls......"

"What!" Wu Xie almost exclaimed, "Are you sure?" ”

"I guess so...... But master, you also know that I had a low status back then, and I didn't have much opportunity to contact the Dao Fa......" Jasmine's tone was uncertain, but the meaning contained in it was undoubted, "Not blocked by doors and windows means that this is not a natural wind, but an evil qi containing mana." The most crucial evidence is that Master, your true fire will be stimulated by it - natural cold, unless it is really cold to the point of turning into ice, otherwise it will definitely not stir up the true fire, there must be an invasion of evil spirits, and the true fire will operate naturally to resist the evil spirit......"

"So...... Will my mom and dad be okay? Wu Xie asked, "They don't have a real fire body!" ”

"It doesn't matter, the amount of evil qi is very small, it should be just some aftermath. Master, you put on the amulet you made a while ago for them, and they will be fine after a rest. ”

Wu Xie relieved himself at this time, took out two small cloths, handed them to his parents, and asked them to put on red threads and hang them on their chests.

The cloth itself was nothing special, except that it contained jasmine hair that had been tempered with real fire—the only spell casting material Wu Xie could find......

Originally, he didn't think that this kind of talisman that could only provide a little yang energy and was extremely rudimentary was meaningful, but now he found that, as those DND fanatics on the earth said, there are no useless spells, only useless mages.

The two rudimentary talismans quickly released the yang energy that was already quite abundant for ordinary people, allowing the parents who were originally shivering with cold due to the invasion of evil qi to recover.

The secret that Wu Xie had been hiding was finally exposed.

There were originally fairies and ghosts in this world, and Wu Jie's "heavenly" pharmaceutical talent had already made his parents secretly guess a few points, so in the face of the sudden situation that his son had become an immortal, the second elder was not particularly surprised.

It's just that their attitude towards Wu Xie is a little more polite than it shouldn't be, and the originally close family has a little more estrangement that shouldn't be there.

There is originally a distance between mortals and immortals......

"I'm afraid I can't live in this home." Wu Xie sorted out the gadgets that he had saved over the years, packed them up one by one, and checked the short knife hidden in his boots again, before he picked up an iron rod and walked out of the courtyard through the back door.

Until then, he has one more thing to do!

"Master, are you really going?"

"That's right."

"But...... You can't ...... any spells."

"Pure Yang True Fire can restrain evil spirits."

"It depends on what level of evil it is......

"If you have the conditions, you have to go up, and if you don't have the conditions, you have to go to the conditions!"

"Can't we wait any longer? That guy is so unscrupulous, there will definitely be righteous monks who will come to trouble him......"

"How many people will be victimized before then?"

"Master! You are a grandmaster of the evil sect, and you have killed enough people in your life to pile up several mountains...... Don't you think you have a shi identity when you say this? ”

"The prodigal son will not change his money, your master and I will change my mind and be a new person!"

Wu Xie persuaded Jasmine with reasons that he felt lame, while paying attention to his surroundings and walking alone on the empty stone road.

On the empty road, only the shadow cast by the full moon was with him, and the eerie evil wind blew from time to time, through the dry treetops, making a chilling whistling sound, like a ghostly cry......

Wrong! There's a female ghost calling out!

"Help! Help me! The voice came from the direction of the tofu factory at the head of the village, and it quickly headed north.

It was the voice of the female ghost Ning Hye-young.

"The resentful soul that is unwilling but has not become a fierce spirit is one of the favorite treasure refining ingredients of evil monks......"

After listening to Jasmine's explanation, Wu Xie could no longer care about the danger, carried the iron rod, chased the direction where the voice was far away, and ran wildly.

Although Ning Huiying is indeed very annoying, but everyone has been neighbors for more than ten years, and they don't look up to see each other, and they have some friendship, he can't watch the unlucky girl with a bad fate become a miserable soul in the magic weapon of the evil demon.

After four years of cultivation and eating countless tonics, his body had already been trained to the point of superhuman beings, and when he ran, he felt the wind whistling in his ears, and the scenery on both sides retreated rapidly, like a car driving on the highway in his previous life.

At lightning speed.

He was already familiar with the environment around the town, even if he closed his eyes, he would not get lost, and after chasing for a while, he guessed the location of the evil monk's sacrifice and magic weapon - five miles north of the town, there is a barren mountain, more than a hundred years ago, there were two armies fighting hard here, the dead and wounded were bad, and the resentment did not dissipate for decades, turning a huge barren mountain into a ghost domain, it is said that until twenty years ago, there was still the sound of ghosts crying every night. It wasn't until 20 years ago that a righteous monk passed by, set up a formation on the mountain, and used the power of the sun, moon and stars to turn the evil spirit, which gradually restored the ghost mountain to a peaceful world.

If that cult monk was really refining any treasures, it must be in this former ghost mountain!

Wu Xie recalled the terrain of the ghost mountain in his mind, but he did not stop at his feet, and after a while, he came to the foot of the ghost mountain.

Looking at the Yin Soul and the evil aura flying on the mountain, he nodded secretly.

I only hope that the cult monk is not too powerful......

Finally, after checking the things he was carrying, Wu Xie took a few deep breaths, puffed himself up, jumped into the woods by the roadside, and cautiously dived to the top of the mountain.

"No matter who is making trouble over there, please be careful, don't be distracted, cooperate a little, and let me put you down with a stick......"