By the time Wu Chong rushed home, his father, who had been ill for many days, was gone.

In the mourning hall, Wu Chong put a stick of incense on his cheap father.

The whole process was very quiet, the eldest brother and the younger sister knelt below, and they didn't have much to say to him, the second brother who was bent on chasing the fairy road.

There is a high probability that the heart is dead.

The mother knelt on the edge of the coffin, silently burning the paper.

The whole family was immersed in grief.

After Wu Chong burned the paper, he also stayed like his eldest brother and sister and began to greet the guests. Whatever happens in the future, we must now finish what we are the Son of Man doing. Wu Chong's body was raised by this father from childhood to adulthood, which is a natural reason, so he played the role of a son very well.

It wasn't until the evening that the guests dispersed.

"This is what your father left you."

In the evening, there was a knock on the door of the room.

It was Xiaomei who came in, Xiaomei, who already had two children, and looked even more mature than him.

After the little sister left her things, she turned around and left.

Opening the wooden box, Wu Chong saw the two letters inside, both of which were left to him by the old man. One is a reprimand for him, and the other is a letter of introduction. Introduce him to a former classmate's school. It can be seen that the old man did not rest assured that he was an unsuccessful son until he died.

Immortal Dao.

It has never existed in this world.

"The scriptures say that the earthly world is the most difficult to judge, and this may be part of the reason." Looking at the two letters, Wu Chong was silent for a moment.

In his mind, he recalled the stories of some of the people who asked for immortals in the classics.

The most difficult thing to cut is the edge of the dust.

In addition to grievances, there are more feelings and hatreds.

The love of lovers, the kinship of parents, the friendship of clansmen. Each of these is a kind of bond, and some practitioners believe that only by breaking off desire can they jump out and become immortals. Wu Chong's immortal path is somewhat different from the tradition, and in the eyes of orthodox immortal cultivators, his 'immortal dao' has nothing to do with immortals.

But this does not prevent Wu Chong from learning from it.

Other people's immortals, what do they have to do with me! What I cultivate is the real immortal way, and outside of me, I am all pseudo-immortals.

Putting the letter aside, Wu Chong simply ate something and rested.

After a few days of driving, I encountered several dangers on the road, and without the blessing of extraordinary power, I was already exhausted.

Early the next morning.

According to the custom here, the old man has stayed at home for enough time, and this unfilial son has also seen it, and it is time to settle down.

The ritual is done.

Carrying the coffin up the mountain, it took several days to complete it.

Some of the relatives and friends of the clan also left after being buried in the earth. After the excitement, it was cold, and my mother sat alone in front of the hall in a daze.

The eldest brother tidied up the house, and in his twenties, he seemed to have matured overnight.

The little sister has returned to her own home, she is married, there are children to take care of at home, and her husband's family also eats imperial food, although her status is not as good as that of the old man, but she is also a local figure with a head and a face.

Wu Chong followed his eldest brother to pack up the things at home.

Calculating the time, it was almost the time when the academy opened before I said goodbye to my mother.

He has now integrated into this world, and many things need to be explored slowly, and before that, he still has to live his life well.

Only when there is more than enough can we move forward.

If the day is not safe, what is the pursuit.

Riverside.

Wu Chong was carrying a blue-gray package, and his bag was prepared for him by his mother.

"Go here and take care of yourself."

The eldest brother Wu Jiang came over and patted him on the shoulder, originally he still had a lot to say, but after seeing the expression of the second brother, it finally converged into one sentence. The two brothers have decided the direction since they were young, and the eldest brother is not as smart as him and can't read books. So he came out early in the morning to do things, and his father also arranged an identity for him, barely able to support the family business. The second son, Wu Chong, is the hope of the family, he has been very smart since he was a child, and the original family arranged for him to take the imperial examination, but unfortunately he was given up by himself.

Just because he wants to chase the immortal path.

Because of this incident, the father and son fell out very early. Wu Chong ran away from home and wandered alone for many years, only this time to return.

It's just that this time and again, a lot of things have changed.

The stubborn old man is gone.

The living will continue.

"Don't be tainted anymore, my father is gone, and the family is no longer the same as before."

The little sister also came up to give him some things, but when she saw Wu Chong who was about to board the ship, she couldn't help but say something.

In the past, the consumption of asking for immortals was supported by my father.

Now that their father is gone, they have become the pillars of the family, and it is time to let go of the willfulness of their youth. Especially this letter of introduction, it is the last trace of residual heat left after my father's death, if you can't grasp it well, what should you do in the future.

"I see."

Wu Chong nodded in response.

When he left this time, only the eldest brother and younger sister came to see him off, and his mother was not in good health, so she didn't go out.

"Let's go, let's go!"

Behind him came the voice of the boatman's impatience.

"Brother, little sister. Let's go back early. ”

Wu Chong arched his hand, turned around and got on the boat.

In the rowing of the boatman, the boat was a little offshore, looking at the figure on the shore getting farther and farther away, Wu Chong's eyes shook.

"Dust. Can cutting it off be a way to enlighten Daluo? ”

He didn't know.

Because no one has walked this road.

Jinzhou.

It is a large state capital under the jurisdiction of the imperial court, and the degree of prosperity is far from being comparable to the hometown of the Wu family. In the past, when Wu Chong asked for immortals, he had been here, and he had also found two 'hermit masters' here, but it was a pity that these hermit masters had disappointed him. Although there are some unique skills, it is completely different from the immortal path he imagined.

After paying for the boat, Wu Chong came to the academy with a familiar car.

"Studying?"

The doorman looked at Wu Chong dressed in a scholar's uniform, and asked cautiously.

"Tired."

Wu Chong thanked him and handed over the letter in his hand.

After his memory awakened, he didn't plan to ask the immortals again. With the ontological vision and cognition, the 'hermit master' in this world may not necessarily be comparable to him. Instead of aimlessly trying your luck, it is better to accumulate yourself first and find answers from the existing cultural heritage.

That's why he agreed to come to the college.

"Wait a minute."

The doorman took the letterhead, responded politely, and led Wu Chong to the side hall.

The layout of the side hall is very elegant, with old porcelain teapots on mahogany tables and chairs, and calligraphy and paintings hanging on the surrounding walls, including some famous works. From this point, we can see the identity and status of the master of the academy, and this classmate of my father should have a lot of energy.

"You are Wu Qiren's son?"

An old voice rang out.

Looking back, I saw a middle-aged man in a gray Confucian shirt walking out.

Jinzhou Xuedao Su Tianzheng, his father's classmate and friend. is also his best friend, and it is estimated that he wrote more than one letter before he died, and this Taoist master also received it in advance, otherwise he would not have come out to see him in person.

(End of chapter)