Chapter 1020 But there is this thing, a huge comeback!
Chen Xun taught Xiao Wuhen a lot along the way, and because he has really grown up in his heart and can truly understand what he means, he only talks about it now.
It's just that these words only apply to his own son. How he takes the future depends on him.
Xiao Wuhen nodded heavily. He listened to his father's words the most and was taught by words and deeds all the way. He didn't mean to be perfunctory. After all, his father not only had old friends with immortals, but also had connections with small sects. What he said was quite weighty!
The setting sun gradually set under the endless mountains, and the stars spread across the sky, spreading out silently.
Chen Xun started practicing boxing under the waterfall again.
Xiao Wuhen silently turned over the fields with a hoe. His eyes no longer had the innocence of his childhood, but instead had more calmness and stories as he recalled the people and things he had met along the way over the past hundred years.
Now that I have grown up, my childhood playmate in the small village has already taken on the responsibility of being the head of the family, but I have been eating and drinking from my father...
It was very ineffective. He also wanted his father to be proud of him. His father would eventually become old, just like the old people in the village, unable to do anything and have no one to take care of him.
Xiao Wuhen took a deep breath and his eyes became a little deeper. He should have taken on the responsibility of the head of the family long ago and could no longer rely on his father to support him.
When I went down the mountain to carve out my own world, I would come back often to see my dad.
Thinking of this, he put more force in his hand and held the hoe tightly. If he wanted to transcend the identity of a farmer, he could only become an immortal!
Xiao Wuhen suddenly turned around and shouted: "Dad!"
"If you fart, hurry up."
"If my child goes to cultivate immortality, will you be proud of me?!"
"Hahaha... How can mortals not envy the immortals? If you are successful in the future, my father will naturally be proud of you!" Chen Xun smiled slightly, but there was one sentence he did not say.
Immortals may also envy ordinary people, and their Taoist minds will continue to reincarnate.
"Hehe..." Xiao Wuhen's eyes lit up. His father's words were enough, as if they gave him great encouragement.
As my father said, when he has reached a certain stage of his life, it is time to do things at this stage. It is not good to be confused.
The years pass silently and move forward quietly.
In the blink of an eye, another hundred years have passed, and the big black cow in seclusion is still motionless, with no breath escaping, as if it is in seclusion.
Today, the sun is shining brightly.
Xiao Wuhen has grown a little taller now. He rode a wooden cart and carried his luggage down the mountain alone.
Dad didn't come to see him off, but just asked a relative to take him to the small sect that cultivates immortals. Wuyun Immortal Sect would definitely not be able to enter, so he didn't have extravagant hopes. Dad's relationship was not that good.
Qingtian Sect has no intention of thinking highly of him and does not consider it.
As long as you can cultivate immortality, don't compare the good and bad of the sect, just have a place to stay. I have been with my father for a long time, and I have never been so particular about these external appearances.
He was riding a wooden cart alone and looked back, feeling a little empty in his heart. He was not as happy and cheerful as he had imagined...
Dad also came to see him off in the future, not even a trace of him could be seen.
Creak... creak...
The sound of little Wuhen riding a wooden cart could be heard on the mountain path. He had been taking deep breaths. This time, he really didn't have his father by his side. He had to rely on himself in the future.
"Dad!!!" Suddenly, Xiao Wuhen shouted behind him, staring at the familiar mountain road for a long time.
On this small mountain road, my father carried me, held me, hugged me, and beat me, carrying too many childhood memories...
But the surroundings were extremely quiet, there wasn't even a bird or beast, and there was no father's familiar voice: "Fuck, what are you doing?" !
Xiao Wuhen turned his head slightly, his eyes dimmed, and then silently rode the wooden cart forward.
At this time, a breeze blew slowly between heaven and earth.
The speed of the wooden cart instantly became much faster, and some fallen leaves from the Heling Tree slowly followed the wooden cart. Xiao Wuhen's gloomy eyes suddenly shrank, and he looked back instantly.
But there was still nothing, empty.
Dad...the kid will never let you down.
His eyes became much firmer, and then he stopped worrying about gains and losses, and rushed down the mountain on his wooden cart. In front of him was the unknown world of cultivating immortals, a vast world!
On top of the ninety-nine ring-shaped mountain.
A figure dressed in white and snow-clad stands here. His temperament is ethereal, his gaze is profound and endless, encompassing the world and the endless immortality. The sea of clouds steps under his feet, as if the heaven and earth are in his palm!
This is the true posture of an immortal, an existence that hundreds of millions of immortal beings bow to, and the world dare not ask about the terrifying existence that has robbed him!
If Qian Wuhen saw this peerless immortal figure, his eyes would be shocked...Old, old, daddy? !
However, he must have lost sight.
This ethereal figure stared quietly at the linen figure riding a wooden cart on the mountain road. After all, a faint smile appeared in his calm expression:
"Son, dad sent you here. I just hope that when you come back, there will be no pain in your eyes."
A faint word floated by, the sea of clouds rolled and undulated slightly, and under the bright sun, the glow was endless and dreamy.
And that peerless figure has disappeared. There is nothing on the top of the mountain, and there is no voice anymore. There is only the roar like the impact of a waterfall falling from Xuantian.
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Three years later, in the wilderness, there was a blue sky and a sea of forests.
In an ordinary small sect, this small sect only has three hills, a ninth-grade spiritual vein, and a small stream. There are not even fish. It seems that it doesn't like this place.
At this time, an old beggar and a man and a horse were sitting on a huge stone. It was Bai Xinghan and Yaden.
A lifelike wooden sculpture was placed on it.
"Master, what do you say?!" Bai Xinghan took a deep breath, his expression slightly exaggerated, "This was bought from our hometown and bought from an expert."
The old beggar clasped his chicken coop with an unparalleled solemn look on his face, carefully observing every carving on the wood carving.
Bai Xinghan and Yaden looked at each other secretly, never expecting that this old man could be so serious.
"Xinghan! Silly Eagle! This thing is incredible!" The old beggar's eyes became sharper, "This thing... this thing..."
"Old man, teacher, master, what do you mean?!" Bai Xinghan coughed lightly and almost said the wrong thing, but the old man's attention was obviously not on him, so it was okay.
"Xinghan, silly eagle, you can't throw this thing away even if you sit down!"
"Of course, this is a gift from the wise boss. You can't throw it away. We have never met such a warm-hearted boss. Silly Diao respects the boss very much."
"Uu~~~" Yaden nodded quickly. He liked the wood carving boss the most.
The old beggar's voice became extremely solemn: "Even if you get a peerless treasure in the future, you cannot exchange it for any immortal resources. Do you understand?"
"Master, what do you mean?"
"No matter how miserable your situation is in the future, even if you narrowly escape death, with this thing in your body, you can make a comeback in the vast immortal road! Come back against the odds!!"
"Ah?! Old man, what?!"
