Chapter 498 Placement

Chapter 498 Placement

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"My brother has not been home for more than ten years. This time he can stay at home for a longer time."

"Three days ago, I asked Xie'er to open the Great Spirit Gathering Formation and use the spirit stones to activate the formation to clean away the filthy air in the mansion."

The speaker's beard and hair are half white, and his face is lined with wrinkles and furrows.

The most conspicuous one is a long scar that stretches all the way to the corner of his mouth. When the old man spoke, the scar trembled slightly like a centipede.

"Fortunately, I made a breakthrough in my realm. In order to stabilize my realm, I didn't come back home. I took the opportunity to see if my sons and daughters were worthy of good fortune..." The voice was gentle.

The owner of the voice was a young and middle-aged man who looked to be no more than thirty years old.

If you look carefully, you may feel that you have overestimated your age.

Because of this, Gai had a plump complexion, with only two or three wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. He wore a blue robe, and his movements contained a burst of qi from the dust. He did not look like an ordinary person in the world.

"My brother's cultivation has improved again, which is gratifying!"

Then the old man smiled helplessly and cursed twice: "There is no such thing as a worthy son. The monks of the sect have tested the spiritual roots once in ten years. If there were any, they would have been accepted by the sect and trained."

Wen Peng was speechless.

He has become the great elder of Wuling Sect, and he has formulated the rules.

If it had been in the past, the consequences of spreading the sect's skills would have been extremely serious. However, as a great elder, it was still a good idea for him to choose some common skills and give them to his family.

"If you meet a good young man, don't worry about your spiritual root qualifications. I remember that my father entered Taoism through martial arts and used his qualifications to dominate the Lingzhou monks for many years." When Wen Peng told the story, Wen Hu, who was sitting aside, couldn't help but reminisce.

There were too many common things to talk about in one night, and the two of them talked quietly until the moon was on the branches. Wen Peng said deeply: "I came back this time to firstly visit my parents, and secondly to say goodbye to my brothers."

"Farewell?"

The moment Wen Hu lost his mind, his eyes refocused on his brother who had not changed in decades. The thoughts in my heart were surging, but in the end I didn't say anything and looked over quietly.

Speaking of which, my elder brother went to the Wuling Sect to seek enlightenment in his early years. He didn't return home for a long time, but he was the mainstay behind the scenes of Duke Wen Song's palace. If Song Wenhu dies, the whole capital will be shaken, but it will not affect the fate of the family.

This brother of mine is different.

Although not many people knew about this brother.

"I have reached the late stage of foundation building."

"In the early years, my father left little spiritual wealth left. If I continue to stay in Lingzhou, I will not be able to climb to a higher level in this life, let alone follow my father's way." Wen Peng twisted his bracelet and felt a wave of anger. Said sadly.

If he hadn't known those secrets, he probably wouldn't have chosen to leave so quickly. It happened that he knew a lot of things after becoming the great elder of the Five Spirits Sect.

No matter it was the disaster caused by Wanfa Sect or Yuanling Sect.

It was precisely because of such misfortunes that his father had an accident. Later, he and his younger brothers and sisters were taken to the palace by their mother. At that time, his younger brothers and sisters were young and ignorant, but he was already half a man and could see clearly. .

It has to be said that the great elder of Yuanling Sect is a genius and a daring person. Wen Peng might not understand his thoughts before, but now he somewhat understands.

Even people like that can't become Jindan Zhenren...

It is said that he was defeated by the monks of Wanfa Sect and his head was cut off and sealed into a box.

Staying here is actually the same as waiting to die.

Wen Peng twirled the bracelet and said nothing. My brother should be able to understand him. He is not a monk who cannot see the way forward and can only waste time. He can see the road ahead and has the opportunity to continue moving forward.

There is no such thing as right or wrong, he just wants to become stronger and become an immortal monk. Song Wenhu was the only one left in Wen Peng's eyes, his eyes were firm and calm, without wavering at all.

"When did brother decide?" Wen Hu asked.

"It was decided long ago."

"Have brother told my parents?"

"I haven't said anything yet. It's not too late to go in the early morning."

The two brothers just talked about each other.

Wen Hu didn't sigh or say anything to persuade him to stay.

He understands!

Since becoming a monk, you have been separated from the immortal and the mortal. The mortal world has no aura to support the monks, so most of the qi practitioners are in deep ancient forests or secret realms.

Until the next morning.

The heads of the Wen and Song families, dressed in formal attire, came to pay homage to their ancestors.

Wen Songgong's Mansion said that there were two families living there, but in fact they were all from the same family. At that time, Wen Hu passed to Uncle An Nan, and because the eldest son of the Wen family went to seek immortality, he also inherited the Wen Mansion.

The eldest son he gave birth to returned to his family name.

The second son continued the Song family's legacy, and Wen Hu's full name was actually Song Wenhu.

These two elders are both quite old and hold high positions in the court. However, when they saw the young and middle-aged man who looked to be thirty years old, the two of them were still very excited and not at all as calm as before.

Strangely enough, the elders of these two families did not go to the empty seats on the left, but went straight to the right next to their uncle, and sat next to each other in a row.

Among the four people in the study, only Wen Peng felt strange.

He thought it might be his younger brother's arrangement to keep these two nephews closer to him, which would relieve him of the regret of not having any heirs, especially since the eldest son among them was named Wen.

Adopted in his name, he inherited most of the Wen family.

The two opposite ones are certainly not empty.

The leader is tall, with hair tied at the top, and a very low-key black robe. The second leader is headless and only has his body. Sitting there, he is like an iron tower, carrying great pressure.

These two people were Tu Shanjun and San Hu who returned to Xiaoling Prefecture.

Tu Shanjun did not expect to see Wen Peng, who had returned from the sect, in his mansion. That night he looked left and right and sighed: "It looks like it, it looks so much like it. Putting this appearance here makes me think it is my disciple who has been resurrected." .”

"Resemblance, different temperament, different..." Tushanjun was like a nagging old man, chewing on the words of the wheel over and over again. I always felt like my breath was stuck in my chest and stuck in my throat, and I couldn't spit it out or swallow it.

He didn't spend much time taking care of these two little guys. Only Wen Peng looked like he had grown up by half. When he left Xiaolingzhou, Tushanjun plundered all his belongings and left them to him.

Unexpectedly, after not seeing each other for so many years, Wen Peng has reached the late stage of foundation building and is not far from the peak.

The qualifications of the three spiritual roots are indeed different, and they are very different from entering the Tao through martial arts. Tu Shanjun was playing with the blood jade gourd, the old god was on the other side of the study, and the three tigers beside him were waiting quietly.

The headless corpse's intelligence is not very high, and after so many years, the three tigers only have some instincts left.

Those who can activate this headless corpse are either monks who have practiced the true skills of the Corpse Demon Sect and possess the spiritual treasure, or they can only awaken the instinct of the three tigers like Tu Shanjun.

When Tushanjun came back this time, he struggled for a long time as to whether he should peel off Sanhu's soul. Unless he took the initiative to use the ability of the soul flag, he might only get the incomplete soul.

I just don’t know if I can be reincarnated.

The second is to talk to his disciples and brothers to thoroughly understand the cause and effect of Xiaolingzhou, so that there will be no other accidents when refining the elixir. Going to the Blood Evil Sect in the future will definitely be another fierce battle. Sweep away the old worries and save them from becoming burdens.

Tu Shanjun did not intend to recognize the Wen family.

None of these people in the Duke's Mansion have the qualifications to become enlightened. A hundred years from now they will be just a handful of loess. It will make no difference whether they accept it or not. The most important thing is that Tushanjun is not familiar with them.

Even the two brothers Wen Peng and Wen Hu, Tu Shanjun, were not familiar with them.

From the beginning to the end, all he cared about was his disciple Wen Yue, and sending Sanhu back was also to fulfill his disciple's last wish. When he saw an ambitious and qualified disciple, he just wanted to help him. He didn't want to have anything to do with it.

fickle?

Maybe that's true.

…

Wen Peng didn't see the other nephews, grandnephews, or great-grandchildren. He said something to his brother and went straight out.

He glanced over lightly and saw that everything was different.

The Hou Mansion is not the original Hou Mansion, and the people are not the same people as before. Tushan Jun suddenly felt that his interest was waning. He slowly stood up and said softly: "Sanhu, let's go."

Walk all the way there.

Arriving at the ancestral land, which is also the ancestral tomb of the Wen family, there was no need to search. Wen Peng walked to the tombstone.

‘The tomb of Wen Yue, Marquis of Jing’an, Duke Zhu of the State of Daliang. ’

The huge tombstone is divided into two parts, and the other half is written about Wen Yue's wife, who was also Wen Peng and Wen Hu's mother.

The two were buried together.

Wen Peng knelt down and kowtowed solemnly, kneeling three times and kowtowing nine times to salute.

He placed the tributes in the food box in his hand one by one, took out the paper money, made a fire method to light the copper brazier in front of him, and slowly put the paper money in.

I don’t know how long it took.

When the sun sets, I see red clouds hovering all over the sky. I still remember that when I came in the morning, the edge of my robe was wet with dew. Wen Peng did not expect that he would end up at this point as soon as he stayed.

"With your cultivation in the late stage of foundation building, if you want to make a breakthrough, there is something missing."

A sudden voice sounded in Wen Peng's ears.

Startled, he suddenly turned his head, as if searching for who was talking next to him. What shocked him even more was that the speaker was so highly cultivated that he didn't notice the other person's existence at all.

You know, in Xiaolingzhou, he, Wen Peng, is the strongest monk now.

Wen Peng was horrified and sent out his spiritual consciousness to look for him.

a long time.

"Senior, what do you mean?"

"What am I missing?"

"Lack of some opportunities and some resources for practice." The indifferent voice sounded again, telling Wen Peng that the mysterious man still hadn't left and was by his side.

"Senior, why don't you show up and meet me?"

The mysterious man said nothing.

Wen Peng stood there breathlessly and attentively.

Bada.

A small bag as big as a palm landed in front of Wen Peng.

Also appearing at the same time was a golden jade slip and a headless iron tower corpse.

I don't know what the mysterious man did, but a bronze light suddenly appeared and hit his forehead.

Wen Peng's expression changed drastically and he quickly touched his head.

It wasn't as broken as imagined.

"The jade slips inheriting the true skills, the resources needed to cultivate the golden elixir, and an unparalleled powerful corpse are left for you to protect yourself. I hope you can go further."

The cold voice gradually faded away.

The mysterious man never showed up in the end.

Wen Peng picked up the storage bag full of doubts.

Now he was not only confused but also felt very confused. The monk who was so powerful that he couldn't see him personally came to deliver the resources without any conditions.

This can no longer be said to be pie in the sky, this is simply a dragon falling from the sky.

"senior?"

"senior?!"

"Who is the senior?"

"I also ask the senior to tell me the name of the junior. When the junior succeeds in cultivation one day, I will definitely go and visit him."

"..."

After hearing the news for half a quarter of an hour, he still didn't get any answer. At this time, he was relieved that the man left.

Mana Lien opened the palm-sized storage bag, and Wen Peng's eyes widened immediately.

"Mom!"