"When will you go to Ningzhou Xiaohui," Wang Changsheng heard this, his face was also a little moved, Ningzhou Xiaohui is a grand event held by the first Xiuxian clan in Ningzhou, once in ten years, the children of various Xiuxian families will go, this is a great opportunity to communicate with the children of other Xiuxian families, and the most important thing is that his father has also participated in the Ningzhou Xiaohui, and met his mother during the Xiaohui, which makes Wang Changsheng look forward to this Ningzhou Xiaohui a little more.

"Because the journey is relatively long, we plan to leave in three days, what, do you have anything to do?"

When Wang Changsheng heard this, he nodded, and said with a wry smile: "Eldest sister, I'm afraid I can't go with you, in this way, you go first, I'm afraid I will have to go on the road a few days later." ”

"Seventh brother, this is a grand event once in ten years, you may miss it if you go late, and you will have to wait for another ten years next time," Wang Changyue blinked his eyes and persuaded kindly.

"If you miss it, you will miss it, you and the eldest sister will go first! By the way, you can take these talismans and seals for self-defense," After saying that, Wang Changsheng took out a thick stack of talismans from the storage bag and handed it to Wang Changyue.

"Hehe, I know that Seventh Brother is the best," Wang Changyue unceremoniously accepted these talismans and said with a smile.

"In that case, then I will go first with the eighth sister, by the way, the venue of the Ningzhou small meeting is in Ningle Mountain in Ping'an County, don't look for the wrong place," Wang Changxue told seriously.

After seeing the eldest sister and eighth sister leave, Wang Changsheng sighed, turned around and returned to the house.

He originally wanted to instruct his clansmen in making talismans, but after learning the news of the Ningzhou Small Meeting, he gave up.

There are nine counties in Ningzhou, Yueyang County is just the most barren county, and Ping'an County is also separated by a Changping County, the road is indeed a little far, after experiencing the four evils of Taishan, Wang Changsheng feels that the outside world is full of dangers, since he wants to go far away, he naturally has to draw more talismans to defend himself.

In the next few days, Wang Changsheng except for the eldest sister and the eighth sister who saw off the room, closed the door for the rest of the time, concentrated on making talismans, and with Xiao Hei as his companion, life was not boring.

During this period, in his spare time, Wang Changsheng studied the mortal light skill secret book "Ling Bo Weibu", according to what the clan brother said, this is the Zhenjiao mastery of a secular martial arts sect, which he got by accident, and he doesn't know if it's true or not.

After reading a few pages, Wang Changsheng was very interested, this light skill is actually based on the I Ching 8864 hexagrams, the user walks in a specific order in the direction of the hexagram, from the first step to the last step exactly a large circle, subtle and abnormal, practitioners can be used to avoid the enemy's attack.

What makes Wang Changsheng distressed is that this secular light skill needs "internal force" to practice, what is internal force, Wang Changsheng is not very clear, but fortunately, there is a supporting internal strength on this secret book, you can practice internal force, according to the secret book, according to each person's qualifications, the time to cultivate internal force is not the same, slow is three or five years, fast two or three months can be cultivated.

Although he was a little interested in this Ling Bo Weibu in his heart, until he figured out what this internal force was, Wang Changsheng would not rashly practice the internal strength mental method recorded above.

Wang Changsheng originally wanted to ask the clan brother about this question, but the clan brother happened to be out, and in desperation, Wang Changsheng could only put this worldly light skill aside and draw the talisman seal with peace of mind.

Speaking of which, Wang Changsheng can now draw more than a dozen primary runes, most of which are attack runes, among which the most powerful is the fire snake rune, as for drawing the ice pick rune, it is still a little difficult, after all, drawing the ice pick rune needs to absorb the ice aura in the ice spirit stone, Wang Changsheng does not have so many ice spirit stones to waste.

After losing a piece of Ice Spirit Stone, Wang Changsheng stopped drawing the Ice Pick Talisman and turned to draw the Wind Blade Talisman, to Wang Changsheng's surprise, after spending a Wind Spirit Stone, he drew a Wind Blade Talisman.

Wang Changsheng had personally seen the power of wind spells, and under great joy, he drew more than a dozen wind blade talismans, but the wind spirit stones were also consumed.

As for the thunder rune seal, Wang Changsheng didn't draw it, it's not that he wasn't interested, but the jade slip bought in the treasure pavilion was not introduced at all, and the most valuable of the several runes listed in the jade slip were the wind blade rune and the ice pick talisman, which made Wang Changsheng full of expectations for the Ningzhou small meeting, which was held in the richest Ping'an County, and there must be other kinds of drawing methods for the rune seal for sale.

On this day, before dawn, Wang Changsheng woke up, and after washing up, he changed into brand new clothes.

"Mother, I'm going to see you," Wang Changsheng muttered to himself, standing in front of his mother's portrait, his expression a little gloomy.

"Sheng'er, are you up," At this moment, Wang Mingyuan's voice came from outside the house.

"It's coming," Wang Changsheng hurriedly responded, glanced at his mother's portrait again, pushed open the door and walked out.

Wang Mingyuan stood outside the courtyard, looking a little haggard, his eyes were bloodshot, and he obviously didn't have a good rest.

"Let's go!" Dropping a sentence, Wang Mingyuan turned around and walked towards the exit of the manor.

Seeing this, Wang Changsheng hurriedly followed, and along the way, the father and son did not speak, and hurried silently.

My mother's grave was not buried on Mount Fumo, but on a nearby hill, where my mother and father were said to have gone to watch the sunrise during her lifetime.

Half an hour later, on a certain hill near Fumo Mountain, near a tree that had been dead for a long time, Wang Mingyuan's father and son stood in front of a slightly raised mound, and there was a cyan stone tablet in front of the mound, on which were written "The Tomb of Beloved Wife Liu Qing'er" in several large black characters.

At this time, a round of scorching sun was slowly rising, and a few rays of morning light were floating in front of the grave.

"Qing'er, today is your death day, I brought my son to see you," Wang Mingyuan looked at the tombstone, said in a trance, and a few tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes.

When Wang Changsheng saw this scene, he also felt a little sentimental in his heart, only in front of his mother's grave would his father show his weak side.

After a while, Wang Mingyuan wiped away the tears on his face, his sleeves shook, and there were some more offerings in front of the tomb, all of which were all kinds of snacks.

Liu Qinger liked to eat desserts when she was alive, and Wang Mingyuan would put some on the death day every year.

Seeing this, Wang Changsheng took the initiative to step forward and set up the sacrifices, and Wang Mingyuan on the side showed a look of relief in his eyes.

"Mother, Sheng'er has come to see you, the child will not forget the meaning of his name, you can rest assured, Sheng'er will definitely become an immortal, and your long-cherished wish will be fulfilled," Wang Changsheng knelt in front of the grave, kowtowed a few times, and said seriously.

"Okay, it's okay, you can go back first! I'll talk to your mother for a while," Wang Mingyuan instructed noncommittally.

When Wang Changsheng heard this, his face was a little hesitant, he pondered for a moment, and said, "Dad, I want to go to the Ningzhou Elementary School." ”

"Participate in the Ningzhou Meeting? You are still young, and you have never been far away, Dad is not at ease, next time!" Wang Mingyuan shook his head and said.

"The eagle will always fly out one day, besides, I promised my mother that I must become an immortal, and I have been staying in Yueyang County, how to become an immortal. ”

Seeing his son's very serious appearance, Wang Mingyuan sighed and said slowly: "There are some things in here that you may need, so you can take them on the road!"

With that, Wang Mingyuan took out a package from the storage bag and threw it to Wang Changsheng.

Wang Changsheng opened the package and took a look, there were some dry food inside, some gold and silver, and a map of Ningzhou.

Wang Changsheng's heart warmed, these things were obviously prepared by his father a long time ago, and his father had long known that he was going to participate in the Ningzhou Elementary School, and he was just testing him just now!

"Thank you, Dad, then I'm leaving, you have to take good care of yourself, don't worry about dealing with clan chores and get tired of your body," Wang Changsheng said a few words, threw the package into the storage bag, and walked towards the way down the mountain.

Wang Mingyuan looked at Wang Changsheng's departing back, sighed, and muttered to himself: "I don't know if it's right or wrong to let him go to the Ningzhou small meeting." ”

"This kid is much stronger than you," At this moment, an old voice came from the left side of the tomb, and after a fluctuation in the space, a white-haired old man appeared here, it was Wang Changsheng's grandfather.

"Dad, when did you come?" Wang Mingyuan said in surprise when he saw the white-haired old man.

The white-haired old man glanced at Wang Mingyuan, and said angrily: "I came a long time ago, but you didn't pay attention to crying!"

When Wang Mingyuan heard this, he looked a little embarrassed.

"Okay, since the immortals are gone, I won't stay longer, you should go back early and cry less," the white-haired old man glanced at the tombstone and said lightly, and turned around and left.

Wang Mingyuan nodded, and after the white-haired old man left, he lay down next to the tombstone, looked at the rising sun, his eyes were a little confused, and whispered: "Qing'er, remember ······"