Everyone reaches the end of his life. Wei Tu had been mentally prepared for Xinghua's death, but when he truly felt the death, he realized how heavy this light page of paper was. in the letter. Wei Xiuwen mentioned that Xinghua left quietly at night. No pain or suffering. Walking silently. "A hundred years old...is a time of joy and mourning. Just like Master, there is nothing to be sad about..." Wei Tu comforted himself. He walked to the desk in the Talisman Room and, as usual, put the letter from his children in the book box and kept it carefully. then.
Wei Tu opened the cave formation and let the moonlight outside shine through the window lattice and onto his face, illuminating half of his body. The desolate moonlight made his face look a little more sad. The sky-splitting eagle flapped its wings and flew over, landing on Wei Tu's left shoulder. It tilted its slightly flat head and looked at Wei Tu curiously with a pair of dark yellow eyes... In the decades since it was captured by Wei Tu, it has never seen such an expression on Wei Tu's face, and it lasted for such a long time. "唳! 唳!" After seeing the dawn, the Cracking Sky Diao called out to Wei Tu. It chirped in front of Wei Tu, flew out of the window with a flutter, flew from the front of the courtyard to the corner of the courtyard, circled several times, folded its wings, and landed on the desk in Fuwu. … Half a day later. Wei Tu left Danqiu Mountain. However, unlike before, this time besides Fu Zhizhou, there was also a red-faced old man beside him. This red-faced old man is in the middle stage of foundation building. He is tall and thin, with a sallow complexion. He is wearing a blue Confucian shirt. He does not look like a monk, but like an old master teaching in the secular world. "Thank you, Taoist friend Huang, for accompanying Wei on this trip." After walking out of Danqiu Mountain, Wei Tu bowed his hands to the red-faced old man and showed gratitude. The red-faced old man was no one else. It was Huang Changkong, the emissary sent by the Huang family of Heshan to win over Wei Tu. This time when he went to the mortal world to attend the funeral, Wei Tu made the decision to serve his deceased wife in "Qixi" and stay in mourning for a year. (Qishan, a kind of mourning dress.) In view of this, Wei Tu sent a talisman letter to the Huang family in Heshan in advance, informing him of the incident and stating that he might delay his trip to the Huang family in Heshan. Unexpectedly, after Wei Tu's talisman letter was sent out, Huang Changkong, who was stranded in Danqiu Mountain, not only immediately expressed his understanding of the matter, but also proposed the idea of going to the secular world with Wei Tu's companions. Although Wei Tu could guess that Huang Changkong's purpose of accompanying him back for the funeral was simply to investigate his "township review" and to "show kindness to the subordinates"... But the dignified Zhuji Master was willing to do this, and he was still very grateful.
"Fellow Daoist Wei is serious. After Daoist Wei joins the Huang family in Heshan, you and I will be as close as one family. There is no need to worry about this little thing." Huang Changkong waved his hand, indicating to Wei Tu not to mind. Next, Wei Tu had no intention of continuing to chat politely with Huang Changkong. After transmitting a few words to Fu Zhizhou, he went on his way with all his strength. The atmosphere between the three of them was dull. Wei Tu and Huang Changkong flew in the air, while Fu Zhizhou rode a spirit horse and chased after them. Just two days. Wei Tu rushed to Nanhang City. Five days faster than before. "Dad, the child is unfilial. He didn't take good care of his mother and made her leave at night." Wei Xiuwen was keeping vigil in front of the hall. After he saw Wei Tu returning, he moved his knees and kowtowed several times in the direction of Wei Tu, crying. "Dad, mother is gone." Wei Yan knelt aside and wiped away tears. "father." "Third uncle, third uncle..." Other juniors in the hall also began to say hello to Wei Tu. The people here include Mei Zhen, as well as some second-generation descendants of the Kou and Fu families. "No need to be polite." Wei Tu walked to the front of the hall and said to everyone. Then, Wei Tu walked to Xinghua's memorial tablet, took a handful of incense, lit it, and placed it in the incense burner on the table. "It's time to wake up." After a moment of silence, Wei Tu glanced at the coffin parked in the hall and sighed. After a person dies, the spirit should be raised after seven days of vigil, but because he is far away in Danqiu Mountain, this time has been delayed for several days. The words fell. The funeral band prepared by Wei Zhai played musical instruments. Gongs, drums and suonas sounded in unison. The song played was "Hundred Birds Facing the Phoenix". A song of joy! Xinghua died at the age of 100, which is considered auspicious in the world. …
Half a day later. Outside Nanhang City, in a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters, there is an additional solitary grave. On the tombstone. It is engraved with "The Tomb of the Dead Wife Xinghua". Next to the solitary tomb, there are also three newly built thatched cottages. One room is for Wei Tu. The other two rooms belong to the Wei Yan siblings. Wife is dead. A year of mourning. Mother's death. Three years of mourning. This is common etiquette. Although monks are detached from the ordinary world - Wei Tu, father and son, first became ordinary people and then entered the world of immortality. After seven days of mourning. Wei Tu advised Wei Yan and his sister to leave. His reason is simple. He has now successfully built the foundation. For him, one year is just the blink of an eye, which is not a pity. In addition, during this year, he can also study things other than Talisman. For example, the complete set of first-level alchemy master inheritance left behind by Geng Wen. if possible. He hopes to dabble in alchemy in the foundation building realm. It may not be possible to run a business as an alchemist, but at least you have to produce and sell your own products, so as to avoid repeating the mistakes of the Blood Old Demon. However. This year - For the Wei Yan siblings, they cannot waste it easily. Not to mention, the Wei Yan siblings had to stay in mourning for three years. "Rituals cannot be abolished, but if you are too rigid in etiquette, it will become pedantic." Wei Tu scolded.
He knew the Wei Yan siblings, and knew very well the filial piety his children had shown to Xinghua when they were before her. ——The Ice Mysterious Lock Talisman is worth one hundred spiritual stones, which was a huge sum of money for him back then, let alone the Wei Yan siblings. Now, three years of mourning... That's not necessary. Listen to this. Sister Wei Yan looked hesitant on her face. "Dad, since you feel that three years of mourning is too long, then I will follow you and stay in mourning for one year. During this period, my daughter can also ask you to teach me talismans..." Wei Yan thought for a while and replied. "Can." Wei Tu nodded and agreed. More than thirty years ago, after he discovered that Wei Yan had a talent for talismans, he often gave Wei Yan advice on talismans in his letters. I hope Wei Yan will inherit his father's legacy. Now, many years later, Wei Yan is already a first-level low-level Talisman Master. He has had successful experience in drawing first-level mid-grade talismans. Only half a step away, You can become a first-level mid-level Talisman Master. Learning on paper is ultimately shallow. He had basically free time during this year, and he used it to teach Wei Yan's talismans, which was pretty good. "Dad, that kid...just leave first." Wei Xiuwen resigned. He only had the Golden Spiritual Root and was following the path of a weapon refiner, and it was obviously difficult for his father Wei Tu to teach him these things. "I remembered that when Xiuwen was born, when I caught Zhou, I caught him with a writing brush, so I gave him the name Xiuwen." "I never thought that he was doing blacksmithing." When Wei Tu saw this scene, he couldn't help but think of the past and laughed at himself. "Is there still this matter?" This was the first time Wei Yan heard about Wei Xiuwen's "ugly incident". She covered her mouth and couldn't help but laugh a few times. These few words of laughter. It diluted the sad atmosphere of Xinghua's departure. Under Wei Tu's personal guidance, Wei Yan made rapid progress.
In less than two months, Wei Yan can stably draw the first-level middle-grade talisman "Demon Wood Talisman". "Yan'er, Fu Dao is just a small skill, cultivation is the foundation. Don't let your cultivation fall too far behind." "Dad, when I was practicing in the Qi Realm, I found it difficult to draw the first-level high-grade talismans. But after completing the foundation building, it is just a simple matter for me." Wei Tu warned. Before he broke through the foundation building in seclusion, Wei Yan's study of talismans and cultivation were still at a relatively balanced point. But after these few months of teaching, he discovered that Wei Yan's cultivation had not made many breakthroughs compared to before he went into seclusion. Currently, Wei Yan's cultivation level is only at the sixth level of Qi training. You know, Wei Yan is now seventy-one years old. This cultivation progress. Not as good as he was back then. He embarked on the path to immortality at the age of forty-three. At the age of sixty-three, he broke through the sixth level of Qi training. At the age of sixty-seven, he reached the seventh level of Qi training. As for the Wei Yan siblings, they all entered the path of immortality under the age of thirty, more than ten years earlier than him. Although he has not provided much help to the Wei Yan siblings in terms of resources over the years, his help with talismans, cultivation guidance, etc. is enough to save the Wei Yan siblings from making many detours. At least in the Qi training realm. One generation cannot always be inferior to the other. "Dad, my daughter knows." Wei Yan lowered her head and pursed her red lips. A few more days passed. Wei Xiuwen visited Wei Tu and his daughter as usual. But this time, in addition to bringing meals to Wei Tu and his daughter, Wei Xiuwen also brought an extra gift box. "Dad, this is Fu Lin's gift for mother's funeral..." "I sent someone to deliver it to my house last night." Wei Xiuwen lowered his voice. "Fu Lin?" "How did he get the news?" Hearing this, Wei Tu couldn't help but be surprised.
Fu Lin left Baishihufang City more than 20 years ago. Since then, there has been no news from Fu Lin. This time Xinghua was happy and mourning, and he notified not many people. There was no fuss. "Could it be that he has an informant in Baishi Lake? Or... is there anyone in the second generation of the Fu family who has a way to communicate with Fu Lin?" Wei Tu frowned and thought. "Forget it, it's useless to think too much." Wei Tu shook his head and reached out to take the gift box from Wei Xiuwen. Opening the gift box, there was a middle-grade spiritual stone, a first-grade high-grade spiritual apricot, and a letter inside. Wei Tu opened the letter first. In the letter, Fu Lin introduced his current situation and asked Wei Tu to tell everyone not to worry about him. He, his brother and sister were living well now. After talking about the current situation. Fu Lin mentioned that this middle-grade spiritual stone was used by him to repay Wei Tu for the ten spiritual stones he lent him back then. One middle-grade spiritual stone is worth one hundred low-grade spiritual stones. He returned the favor tenfold.