For a month, Yan Fang has been cooking in the back kitchen every day, and his cooking skills have improved by leaps and bounds, although the types of dishes he can cook are not as good as Li Dafa, who has been practicing hard for five years, but the taste of the dishes has caught up. The use and control of the Heaven and Earth Yuan Force has also become more and more proficient, and his cultivation has also broken through from the fourth layer of the Qi Condensation Realm to the fifth layer of Qi Condensation.

That night, Yan Fang went back to his room after tidying up the kitchen and sat cross-legged on the bed to practice.

"Huh?"

Yan Fang, who was cultivating, once again noticed the strange thing in his body, since he broke through to the fifth layer of the Qi Condensation Realm, his divine sense was much sharper than before, in his previous cultivation, he had already noticed several times that there seemed to be something in his body, there seemed to be an invisible vortex around it, but when he wanted to use his divine sense to see what the center of the vortex was, he couldn't see it really, as if it was covered by a cloud of gray mist.

Yan Fang was a little uneasy, and after hesitating for a while, he still decided to tell Old Man Zhao the secret, after all, in this world, the person he believed in the most was the grumpy old man.

The old man had not yet slept, but was sitting at the table drinking. There was a plate of peanuts on the table. Seeing this, Yan Fang went to the kitchen to fry another plate of peanuts, brought it to the old man, and brought an empty cup.

"Old man, I'll drink with you. Yan Fang put the freshly fried peanuts on the table and picked up the wine jug, filled the old man's empty wine glass, and filled himself with another glass.

The old man drooped his eyelids and didn't speak, his old face was a little red, he picked up the wine glass that had just been filled and drank it all, and Yan Fang also drank it all when he saw this...

Half an hour passed, the wine jug was empty, and the newly fried large plate of peanuts had been eaten, Yan Fang's white face was already flushed and looked at the old man who didn't seem to be drunk at all, and couldn't help but be surprised: "Old man, the amount of wine is okay." ”

After speaking, he was silent for a while, and then he spoke: "When I practiced recently, I found that there seemed to be something in my body, but it was covered by fog and I couldn't see clearly. ”

"Bang"

The chopsticks that the old man was holding in his right hand suddenly fell to the ground.

A trace of complicated emotions flashed on his old face, his left hand, which was as rough as an ancient tree, held the wine glass tightly, and a pair of cloudy eyes stared at Yan Fang firmly, and he didn't speak for a long time.

The air seems to have frozen.

"Smack"

The crisp sound of crumbling ceramics shattered the silence.

The wine glass in the old man's hand was shattered by his grip.

The right hand, which had been withdrawn, was resting on the table, trembling slightly, suggesting that the old man's heart was not at peace.

"Alas"

After a heavy sigh from the old man, the old man finally spoke.

"It was a purple gold copper bowl, a spiritual artifact. ”

"Spirit. . . Spiritual weapons?"

Maybe he was drunk or frightened by the old man's performance just now, or both, Yan Fang was a little stuttering now.

"Yes, spiritual weapons, there are innate differences in people's perception of the Yuan Force of Heaven and Earth, the so-called geniuses in cultivation are those who have a particularly strong perception of the Yuan Force of Heaven and Earth, and spiritual weapons can increase this innate perception by dozens of times, and each spiritual weapon can create a peerless genius!"

The old man's voice was hoarse.

"Then how can there be such a powerful thing in my body?"

Yan Fang was a little stunned.

"That's what your father left you. ”

Yan Fang suddenly felt that his head was very heavy, as if he had been struck by lightning, and he was a little at a loss. When he crossed over, Yan Fang inherited all the memories of the original Yan Fang, but there was no fragment of his biological parents. In the memory of the original Yan Fang, he was raised by Old Man Zhao for as long as he could remember. The biological parents, whether it is the original Yan Fang or the current Yan Fang, are a scar hidden deep in the heart and unwilling to mention.

"Your father is the former King Yu of the Yu Kingdom, and the current King Yu is your own uncle, and your father was killed by your own uncle, and he stepped on the throne of your father's corpse. ”

The old man continued to speak, and the old man's voice was filled with deep hatred and disgust.

"When your father found out that your uncle wanted to rebel, it was too late, the last thing he did was to entrust you to me, I also thought about avenging your father, but the sect didn't want to get involved in the disputes within the Yu royal family, and I couldn't change the overall situation by myself, and I couldn't even hurt your uncle, so I could only take you and escape to Dachu. ”

The old man's eyes were red, and his cloudy eyes were a little moist, and they became a puddle of muddy water.

"I met your father forty years ago, at that time he had not yet become the king of Yu, I was still a little monk of the Qi Sea Realm, I was not valued in the sect, I was excluded to the branch of the Yu country, I felt that I would be mixed up for the rest of my life, so I drank in the tavern every day, and drank until I vomited, and I also met Yan Can in the tavern, it was your father, he was also an alcoholic at that time, and his alcohol addiction was bigger than me. On that occasion, we drank in the tavern for three days and three nights, and slept directly on the ground, and then my brother found someone to carry us out. ”

The old man's old voice was full of reminiscence, reminiscing about the young time when he never came back, drinking and talking, and acting recklessly.

Yan Fang was already stunned, his snot and tears were mixed together, and his whole face was red and wet, like a piece of slimy pork liver.

"Poof"

Yan Fang snorted hard and spoke with difficulty.

"What kind of man is my father?"

"He was a good brother, a good husband, a good father, but not a good king, and his heart was so soft that if his heart could have hardened a little, such a tragedy would not have happened. ”

"What about my mother?"

The world in Yan Fang's eyes was already blurred, and tears filled his entire eyes.

"She is a gentle and kind woman. ”

The old man quietly looked at the crying young man in front of him, a little unbearable.

Long.

The sobs finally died down, and the boy calmed down for the time being. There was nothing in the bloodshot eyes, and more hatred.

Although Yan Fang is sometimes a little poor and sparse, whether it is in his previous life or in this life, he is a person who is extremely kind and even a little cowardly in his bones, and he has never even killed chickens, let alone killed people.

But now, he can't wait to go to the so-called uncle right away and kill his father's enemy with his hand.

"There is a powerhouse in the early stage of the Futu Realm in the palace of King Yu, and there is no possibility of killing King Yu without the strength of the Futu Realm. ”

The old man seemed to see through the young man's thoughts, and spoke abruptly.

The boy lowered his head, his hands clenched into fists, his nails digging into his flesh raw.

"Because of the restrictions of the sect, many methods cannot be taught to people outside the sect, and the only one I have the right to give you is the book "Guanshan Miscellaneous Talks". ”

The old man was a little helpless.

"But you have a spiritual weapon in your body, and it was planted by your father when you were just born, as long as you can use it well, even if you are a top cultivator, you will definitely be considered a genius. There is also a month when Fuhu Mountain recruits new disciples once every three years, Fuhu Mountain is the first sect of Great Chu, and the geniuses in the door are like clouds, you can try it. Even if you don't pass the entrance assessment, you can transfer to other top sects near Luoyang. ”

"Fuhu Mountain.." Yan Fang muttered. There was a hint of longing in his red eyes.

"Fuhu Mountain is on the outskirts of Luoyang, the capital of Great Chu, King Yu does not dare to send a killer there, but you have to pay attention to other people with ill intentions, Huaibi is guilty, and the secret of the spiritual weapon on your body should not be revealed to anyone. The old man said with concern, his eyes full of worry. Although he usually doesn't have a good face for Yan Fang and always keeps a straight face, how can he not care about the only bloodline of his deceased friend?

Yan Fang looked at the old man in front of him who had raised him for seventeen years. My heart is filled with unrequited guilt. The old man in front of him could have been a chic and comfortable outsider, but in order to protect himself, he can only hide in a brothel in a foreign country and become a cook.

He wanted to say something to express his gratitude to the old man, but it was like a mouthful of phlegm stuck in his throat and he couldn't say anything. He really couldn't think of any flowery rhetoric to describe the seventeen years of protection.

...

"Ahem"

Yan Fang cleared his throat

finally held back a sentence:

"Master, are you full, if you are not full, I will give you a fried plate of peanuts. ”

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