When we arrived at the door of my grandfather's house, we stopped.

The courtyard door was not closed, the house was as silent as death, and I almost trembled into the door, but the scene in front of me made my whole body tremble.

Although the lights were not turned on, I could clearly see a coffin in the hall.

This is the coffin that grandpa prepared for himself two years ago, and the original intention was to be happy, add blessings and increase longevity, but I didn't expect to use it so soon.

Although I couldn't see the inside of the coffin, I could clearly feel that my grandfather was lying in the coffin at the moment.

I walked out step by step, stopping to look at the courtyard of my house, I still remember the days when I lived with my father and grandfather when I was a child, and I still remember every hot meal I ate when I came home from school...

Wenbo was a little overwhelmed, but I didn't want to pay attention to it, and I couldn't lift the spirit of speaking at all.

He ended up patting me on the shoulder and didn't say anything.

"You are resting at home, I want to go out slowly..."I stuffed the "Xuanyin Technique" into Wenbo's hand, and told him to keep it well, so that he could learn some simple techniques.

I went straight to the dirt slope on the way I came, and lay down against a grave bag to admire the night in the mountains.

A quiet moon divides the night sky, and the starry sky becomes its embellishment. I used to not notice it in the city, but now I can't ignore the full moon night when lying on the dirt slope in the mountains.

Looking at the time, just after twelve o'clock, the calendar shows the Mid-Autumn Festival on September 10th. I lifted Erlang's legs, put my hands behind my head, closed my eyes slightly, and the scenes of the past appeared in my eyes.

I've always been a stuffy gourd, I don't talk much, I can't learn to express, my personality is weird in the eyes of others, and the teachers and adults who have brought me say that I have been introverted since I was a child, and I don't need to be smart to the right path.

When I was a child, I always quarreled with my father, and he had a violent temper, and the quarrel became a belt fried meat. Of course, I didn't want to be at the mercy of others, and I ran away from home without saying a word, and I was always caught in the middle of the night to eat fried pork with a belt.

When my grandfather was there, he would occasionally stop my dad and ask him to reason and not do anything. I just think it's fake, after all, sometimes he indiscriminately makes small reports that cause me to be beaten.

I always wanted to escape, but I ran away, and when I reached the age of going to school, the school was far away from home, and the relationship with my parents gradually eased a lot, and slowly reconciled with time. When I started to get used to it, my dad passed away suddenly.

Great grief filled my heart, and I didn't have time to buffer, and I was drawn into another chaotic journey to save my life.

And the appearance of Wang Shun made me seem to make up for the debt to my father, my father used to teach me all kinds of skills, I didn't want to learn, and always quarreled with him until Wang Shun appeared. Wang Shun has the same personality as him, and he wants to teach me a little more, from being a person to cultivating, he is all serious about teaching me. I couldn't learn, so he blew his beard and glared at me for a few words, and then sat on the stone steps of the small courtyard and smoked angrily. That scene was very similar to me and him when I was a child.

But why didn't either of them have a happy ending?

I thought about it, and I only thought of one possibility.

My father exchanged his life for my awakening and reconciliation with our family, and finally let me see life and death, as well as human feelings and the warmth and coldness of people that should not be exposed to me at my age, and adapted to society and human nature in advance.

The hexagram I instigated to the king to calculate also explains everything. Although he fought with his body and sacrificed his life, he regretted his life - the Xuanyin faction had a successor. Although it didn't teach me much, it taught me the most important lesson with his life in the end.

Thinking about it like this, it feels very uncomfortable. They put their hopes in me, and can I not let them down?

Tonight's moon seems to have spikes, and the stranger's heart hurts. My eyelids sank a little, I rolled over, leaned on my side of the grave dirt bag, closed my eyes and fell asleep.

When I woke up the next day, I looked at the North Mountain, and the mountain village was still a little silent in the early morning sun.

I went back to my grandfather's house, walked into the back room to see the sweetness of Wenbo's sleep, sighed, took the "Xuanyin Technique" from his hand, and returned to the hall to look at the pages carefully, although reading the book is a bit temporary, but it is better than not reading, if you want to kill that Yao Mingxuan, you must be fully prepared.

Since Master Wang Shun officially accepted me as a disciple that day, this inheritance has become a little different.

It's kind of like it's suddenly identifying with me.

For example, the technique of crossing the three souls, borrowing the method of the three gods, I know this.

Like Master Wang Shun's cultivation, he can defeat the fierce spirit without defeat by using the method of the three gods, if it weren't for the fierce spirit being too powerful, and Wang Shun overdrew his essence because of the soul return, maybe he wouldn't die with it.

Of course, I can't use these yet, and I don't have that cultivation.

However, there is a number of techniques that attracted my attention, the Five Elements Ethereal Technique, I suddenly remembered the number of techniques in Master Wang Shun's hand to burn the green fire, according to the book, that is the ethereal fire, and this Five Elements Ethereal Technique is a compulsory number of techniques in the Xuanyin School.

There are five elements of ethereal arts, each of which has its own strengths, but the difference lies in the use of the practitioner.

"Traveling..."

Wenbo's voice came from the back room.

"I dreamed of your grandfather..."