I am a late bloomer in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 120 Apricot Blossom Ends Life (Subscribe)

Everyone has their time.

For Xinghua's death, Weitu had already made sufficient mental preparations, but when he really felt this death, he realized how heavy this light and fluffy paper was.

letter.

Wei Xiuwen mentioned that Xinghua left quietly at night.

Did not suffer from illness.

They walked silently.

"Hundred years old... is a happy funeral, just like Master, there is nothing to be sad..."

Weitu comforted himself.

He walked to the table and desk in the Fuwu, and put the letter from his children in the bookcase as usual, keeping it carefully.

then.

Weitu opened the formation in the cave, allowing the moonlight outside to shine on his face through the window lattice, illuminating half of his body.

The bleak moonlight added a bit of sadness to his face.

The Vulture flapped its wings and landed on Weitu's left shoulder. It tilted its slightly flat head and looked at Weitu curiously with its dark yellow eyes...

During the decades it was captured by Weitu, it had never seen such an expression on Weitu's face, and it lasted for so long.

"Cry! Cry!" Liekong Diao called out to Wei Tu after seeing the dawn.

It screamed in front of Weitu, flew out of the window lattice with a puff, and flew from the front of the courtyard to the corner of the courtyard. After circling several times, it folded its wings and landed on the desk in Fuwu.

……

After half a day.

Wei Tu left Danqiu Mountain.

However, unlike before, besides Fu Zhizhou, there was a red-faced old man beside him this time.

This red-faced old man has been cultivated in the mid-stage of foundation establishment. He is tall and thin, with a sallow skin and wearing a blue Confucian shirt. He doesn't look like a monk, but like an old master who teaches ordinary people.

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Huang, to accompany Wei on this trip." Walking out of Danqiu Mountain, Wei Tu bowed his hands to the red-faced old man, showing gratitude.

The red-faced old man was no one else.

It was Huang Changkong, the envoy sent by the Heshan Huang family to win over Weitu this time.

This time, Wei Tu made a decision to go to the funeral in the common world, to serve his deceased wife as "Qi Shuan" and to observe the funeral for one year.

(Qi Fai, 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 matter, and said that he might delay the time to go to the Huang family in Heshan.

Unexpectedly, after Weitu's talisman 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 Weitu's companions.

Although Weitu could guess that the purpose of Huang Changkong accompanying him to attend the funeral was nothing more than to investigate his "township comments" and "be kind to me"... But Tangtang Yizhuji was willing to do so, and he was very happy. grateful.

"You Daoist Wei is serious. After you join the Huang family in Heshan, you and I will be like a family. There is no need to worry about such a small matter."

Huang Changkong waved his hand, signaling to Weitu not to mind.

Next, Wei Tu didn't want to continue the polite chat with Huang Changkong. After he sent a few words to Fu Zhizhou, he hurried on his way with all his might.

The atmosphere among the three was dull.

Wei Tu and Huang Changkong flew in the sky, while Fu Zhizhou rode a spirit horse and followed closely behind.

Just two days.

Weitu rushed to Nanhang City.

Five days faster than before.

"Father, the child is not filial. He didn't take good care of his mother and let her go away at night."

Wei Xiuwen was guarding the spirit in front of the hall. When he saw Wei Tu coming back, he moved his knees and kowtowed a few times towards Wei Tu's direction, crying.

"Father, mother is gone."

Wei Yan knelt aside, also wiping away tears.

"father."

"Third Uncle, Third Uncle..."

The other juniors in the hall also started to say hello to Wei Tu.

The people here include Mei Zhen, and some second-generation descendants of the Kou family and the Fu family.

"You don't need to be too polite." Wei Tu walked to the front of the hall and said to everyone.

Then, Wei Tu walked to Xinghua's spiritual seat, took a handful of incense, lit it, and put it in the incense burner on the table.

"You can 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 wake up after seven days of vigil, but because he is far away in Danqiu Mountain, this time has been delayed for several days.

The voice fell.

The mourning band prepared by Wei Zhai played instruments.

Gongs, drums and suona sounded together.

What was played was "Hundred Birds Facing the Phoenix".

A song of joy!
Xinghua died at the age of one hundred, and in the ordinary world, she can be called a human being.

……

After half a day.

Outside the city of Nanhang, in a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters, there is an extra lonely grave.

on the tombstone.

"The Tomb of the Dead Wife Xinghua" is engraved.

On the side of the solitary tomb, there are also three new thatched huts.

One is Weitu.

The other two belonged to the Wei Yan siblings.

Wife mourning.

A year of mourning.

Mother's death.

Three years of mourning.

This is common etiquette.

Although the monks are beyond the common world——but the three of Wei Tu and his son first entered the common world, and then stepped into the world of cultivating immortals.

After seven days of mourning.

Wei Tu persuaded Wei Yan and his brother to leave.

His reason is simple.

He has now completed the Foundation Establishment. To him, a year is but the blink of an eye, and it is not a waste.

In addition, during this year, he can also study some things other than Talisman.

For example, the complete set of first-order alchemist inheritance left by Geng Wen.

if possible.

He hopes to dabble in the Dao of Alchemy in the Foundation Establishment Realm.

It may not be possible to do alchemist business, but at least it must be self-produced and sold, so as to avoid repeating the old blood demon.

however.

This year--

For the Wei Yan siblings, they can't be wasted easily.

Not to mention, sister and brother Wei Yan need to stay in mourning for three years.

"Etiquette cannot be abolished, but if you stick to etiquette too much, it will become pedantic."

Wei Tu reprimanded.

He knew Wei Yan sister and brother well, and he knew the filial piety that his pair of children did to Xinghua when Xinghua was alive.

——The Bingxuan Lock Talisman is worth a hundred spirit stones, which was a huge sum of money for him back then, let alone for Wei Yan and his brother.

Now, three years of mourning...

It's not necessary.

listen to this.

The Wei Yan siblings looked hesitant.

"Father, since you think three years of mourning is too long, then I will follow you and stay for one year. During this period, my daughter can also ask you to teach me about talismans..." Wei Yan thought for a while before replying.

"can."

Weitu nodded and agreed.

More than 30 years ago, after he discovered that Wei Yan had a talent for talisman Taoism, he often taught Wei Yan talisman skills in letters.

I hope that Wei Yanzi will inherit his father's career.

Now, after many years, Wei Yan is already a low-grade talisman master.

He had the experience of successfully drawing first-order middle-grade talismans.

Only half a step away,

You can become a first-order middle-grade talisman master.

Learning on paper will eventually feel shallow.

During this year, he was basically free, and it was not bad to use it to teach Wei Yan's talisman skills.

"Father, that kid... just leave first."

Wei Xiuwen please resign.

He only had the golden spirit root, and he followed the path of a craftsman, and it was obviously difficult for his father Weitu to teach him these things.

"Back then, I remembered that when Xiuwen was born, when he was grasping Zhou, he grasped a writing brush. That's why I named him Xiuwen."

"I never thought that what he was doing was blacksmithing."

Seeing this scene, Wei Tu couldn't help but think of the past, and laughed at himself.

"Is there still this?"

It was the first time Wei Yan heard about Wei Xiuwen's "scandalous incident", she covered her mouth and couldn't help laughing a few times.

These few words of laughter.

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 was able to draw the first-order mid-grade talisman "Demon Wood Talisman" stably.

"Yan'er, Talisman Talisman is just a small skill, and cultivation is the foundation. You must not let your cultivation fall too far behind."

"When your father and I were practicing Qi, I found it difficult to draw the first-level upper-grade talismans, but after achieving the foundation, the first-level upper-grade talismans are nothing more than a simple matter for me."

Wei Tu warned.

Before he retreated and broke through foundation building, Wei Yan's study of talismans and practice remained at a relatively balanced point.

But after several months of teaching, he found that Wei Yan's cultivation had not made many breakthroughs compared to before his retreat.

Now, Wei Yan's cultivation is only at the sixth level of Qi training.

You know, Wei Yan is now 71 years old.

This is progress.

Not as good as he was back then.

He set foot on the fairy road at the age of 43.

At the age of 63, he broke through the sixth level of Qi training.

At the age of 67, he reached the seventh floor of Qi training.

And Wei Yan's brother and sister are all under 30 years old and entered the fairyland, more than ten years earlier than him.

These years, although he didn't give Wei Yan sister and brother much help in terms of resources, but the help of talisman, cultivation base guidance, etc. is enough to save Wei Yan sister and brother from many detours.

At least in the Qi training environment.

One generation cannot be inferior to another generation.

"Father, 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, Wei Xiuwen brought an extra gift box besides the meals for Wei Tu and his daughter.

"Father, this is a gift from Fu Lin for my mother's funeral..."

"It was sent to the house last night."

Wei Xiuwen lowered his voice.

"Fu Lin?"

"How did he get the news?"

Hearing this, Wei Tu couldn't help being surprised.

It was more than 20 years ago that Fu Lin left Baishihufang City.Since then, there has been no news of Fu Lin.

For Xinghua's funeral this time, he didn't notify many people.

There was no uproar.

"Could it be that he has an eyeliner in Baishi Lake? Or... the second generation of the Fu family, there are still people who have a channel 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 spirit stone, a first-grade top-grade spirit apricot, and a letter inside.

Wei Tu opened the letter first.

In the letter, Fu Lin introduced his recent situation and asked Wei Tu to tell everyone not to worry about him. He and his brother and sister are doing well now.

After talking about the recent situation.

Fu Lin mentioned that this medium-grade spirit stone was used by him to repay the ten spirit stones that Wei Tu lent him back then.

A mid-grade spirit stone is worth a hundred low-grade spirit stones.

He pays back tenfold.

(End of this chapter)