Chapter 1066 Spiritual Position

"What did Brother Xu say? The ancestors of our three families can be said to be as close as brothers. It is natural to help each other. Besides, you also have the blood of our Wu family, how can you be considered an outsider."

The old man with a long beard looked unhappy when he heard this and joked angrily. Maybe he was tired. He took this opportunity to straighten his back and then continued to wipe the table.

"Haha, just because I have the blood of the Wu family, I should fulfill my filial piety. By the way, Brother Wu, haven't Uncle Zhou and Uncle Bai come here recently? Last time, the two old people said they wanted to meet my new born child of the Xu family. Junior, I have always been thinking about this."

The elegant old man shook his head and smiled, and then asked with a change of subject, with hope in his eyes.

"This..., alas! I'm afraid I won't be able to come in a short time, and maybe... I won't even come in the future."

Upon hearing this, a trace of sadness flashed in the eyes of the old man with a long beard, and he sighed and stopped moving his hands.

"What? Why is this? Did something happen?"

The elegant old man was shocked when he heard this. He swayed and asked hurriedly. At this moment, the palm of his hand holding the rag was trembling, and he was obviously really anxious.

"How is this possible? I remember my two uncles once said that they will always protect your Wu family?"

At this time, the short, fat old man also had a look of shock on his face, and even started to stumble when he spoke.

For a moment, both of them stopped moving and stared at the old man with a long beard, waiting for him to answer the reason.

"Alas! You two wise brothers don't know. In fact, my two uncles came here some time ago and told me some things about the world of immortality. As far as I know, it seems that the world of immortality is not peaceful now. Nothing unexpected happens. The Xia Kingdom is about to suffer a devastating blow. If no miracle happens, the Xia Kingdom's Immortal Cultivation World may change hands. I don't know if the two uncles will survive this disaster. So..."

The long-bearded old man had a look of deep worry in his eyes. He shook his head and sighed. Although he didn't finish his words, his meaning was already obvious.

"Such a thing could happen. This, what should I do!!! I was still thinking about whether there would be someone in my Xu family in this generation...! Alas! Forget it, this is life!"

The elegant old man naturally understood the reason, but regarding this matter, he was more than willing and unable to do anything, and for a moment there was a deep look of pity in his eyes.

"I really didn't expect that both of my uncles were immortals, but in the end they had the possibility of death. It seems that becoming immortals may not necessarily lead to immortality."

At this time, the short and fat old man also shook his head and sighed, with endless emotion in his heart.

"When I heard the news at the time, I couldn't believe it just like you, but the two uncles certainly had no reason to lie to me. I thought it was true. Brother Xu, there is no need to be depressed. It is so difficult for us mortals to give birth to spiritual roots. There are hundreds of people in our Wu family now. It has been more than a hundred years, but there is still no one with spiritual roots! So, let’s not hold on to the hope of entering the world of immortality.”

How could the long-bearded old man not know what the elegant old man was thinking? After thinking about it, he shook his head and said some words of comfort.

"Of course I understand what Brother Wu said, but your ancestors of the Wu family were also born as mortals and eventually became immortals. From this point of view, it is not necessarily impossible for mortals to have spiritual roots."

The elegant old man's face softened slightly when he heard this, and then he said with a wry smile.

"Haha, I heard from Uncle Zhou and others that my great-uncle from the Wu family is an exception. Normally, we ordinary mortals may not have even one spiritual root among ten thousand. Because of this, I have given up hope these years. What’s more, the world of cultivating immortals is not as simple as we think. It may not be a good thing to stay in the secular world and be an ordinary mortal. "

The old man with a long beard smiled slightly when he saw this, and once again spoke of comfort.

"I see, it seems that I am a bit delusional. Oh, by the way, Brother Wu, is there no news about your uncle Wu yet?"

Hearing this, the elegant old man nodded suddenly, a look of disappointment flashed in his eyes, and then asked in a different direction.

"No, it's been more than a hundred years and I haven't come back. I don't know if he is still alive."

The long-bearded old man's face turned gloomy upon hearing this, and he couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.

"Alas! It seems that our generation will never have the chance to see his old man's grace, but brother Wu, don't worry, Wu Shuzuji has his own destiny, and he will come back sooner or later. Maybe he is just traveling...! Huh...!"

Hearing this, the elegant old man also had a sad look on his face and wanted to comfort him. However, before he finished speaking, he inadvertently saw an extra person on the ground behind him. This scene scared him. A jump.

At this time, the other two people heard the sound and looked over. However, when they saw the appearance of the visitor, they felt as if they had seen a ghost. They stood blankly on the spot for an instant, with the boss's eyes wide open, looking like he was in disbelief.

The person who came was naturally Wu Fan. I don’t know when he appeared. He was standing quietly on the ground at this moment. He didn’t pay attention to the three people, but stared blankly at the top of the table, where there were three spiritual thrones. His heart was heavy, and the familiar names written coldly on the dark wooden signs made his heart ache, and suddenly there was a sense of breathless dullness.

Because those three spiritual places belong to his parents and eldest brother.

They say that the great road is ruthless, but that is just self-deception. Even though he is now a god-like figure on land, he can't give up his love at all. The only thing he can do is to bury this feeling deeply in his heart.

Wu Fan's eyes were slightly red, and he slowly moved to the spirit tablet. Then he stopped and looked at the spirit tablet expressionlessly. But at this moment, a series of warm pictures of getting along with these relatives kept emerging in his mind.

However, just as he was immersed in this kind of nostalgic memory, an untimely scolding came over.

"Who are you? How dare you pretend to be my uncle of the Wu family? Don't you want to live? Come on, take this thief down for me...!"

After being shocked, the old man with a long beard immediately guessed that this person should be a fake. After all, more than a hundred years have passed. Even for a cultivator, it is impossible that his appearance has not changed at all. The person who came is almost exactly the same as the one in the portrait. How can this not make him alert?

However, just as the old man wanted to call someone in, Wu Fan, who was standing there, frowned, waved his arm, and a rosy glow instantly enveloped the three old men, making them unable to move or even speak. They could only see the horror in their eyes.

After no one disturbed him, Wu Fan once again looked at the three spirit tablets, his eyes gradually becoming distracted.

After being silent for an unknown period of time in such thoughts of the past, Wu Fan's eyes gradually returned to normal, and then he stretched out his hand and took the three spirit tablets into his hand, wiped them clean with his sleeves, and then put them back steadily.

Only then did he turn his head expressionlessly to look at the three people, and at the same time, the glow on the three people disappeared, and he resumed his actions again.