A seal of immortality

Chapter 60
"Ningzhou Xiaohui? When are you going?" Wang Changsheng's face was a little moved when he heard the words. Ningzhou Xiaohui is a grand gathering held by the number one cultivating family in Ningzhou. Once every ten years, children from various cultivating families will go there. But it was a great opportunity to communicate with other Xiuxian family children. The most important thing is that his father also participated in the Ningzhou Xiaohui, and met his mother during the Xiaohui, which made Wang Changsheng know more about this Ningzhou Xiaohui. very much looking forward to.

"Because the journey is relatively long, we plan to set off in three days. What, do you have anything to do?"

Wang Changsheng nodded when he heard the words, and said with a wry smile: "Sister, I'm afraid I can't go with you, so you go first, I'm afraid I will be a few days late on the road."

"Seventh Brother, this is a once-in-ten-year event. If you go late, you may miss it. You will have to wait another ten years for the next one," Wang Changyue blinked and persuaded kindly.

"If you miss it, you'll miss it. You and Eldest Sister go first! By the way, take these talismans for self-defense," Wang Changsheng took out a thick stack of talismans from his storage bag, and handed them to Wang Changyue.

"Hee hee, I knew Brother Seven was the best," Wang Changyue accepted the talismans unceremoniously, and said with a smile.

"Since that's the case, Bamei and I will go first. By the way, the Ningzhou Xiaohui will be held in Ningle Mountain in Ping'an County. Don't go to the wrong place," Wang Changxue warned seriously.

After watching the elder sister and the eighth younger sister leave, Wang Changsheng sighed, turned and returned to the house.

He originally wanted to instruct the tribe to make talismans, but he gave up after learning the news of the Ningzhou small meeting.

There are nine counties in Ningzhou, Yueyang County is just the most barren county, and Changping County is separated from Ping'an County. The journey is indeed a bit long. After experiencing the four evils in Taishan, Wang Changsheng felt that the outside world was full of dangers. Since he was going to travel far away, he naturally had to draw more talismans to defend himself.

In the next few days, apart from seeing off his elder sister and eighth younger sister and leaving the room, Wang Changsheng stayed behind closed doors for the rest of the time, concentrating on making talismans, and with Xiao Hei as his companion, his life was not boring.

During this period, in his spare time, Wang Changsheng studied the secret book of mortal lightness kung fu "Lingbo Weibu". According to the brother of the clan, it was a secret education of the Xiaoyao Sect of a secular martial arts sect, and he got it by accident. Yes, I don't know if it's true or not.

After casually reading a few pages, Wang Changsheng became very interested. This lightness kung fu is based on the 64 and [-] hexagrams of the Yijing. The user walks in a specific order in the direction of the hexagrams, and walks exactly a big circle from the first step to the last step. , Exquisite and unusual, practitioners can use it to avoid the enemy's attack.

What worries Wang Changsheng is that this mundane lightness exercise requires "inner strength" to practice. Wang Changsheng is not very clear about what inner strength is, but fortunately, there is a matching inner strength mental method in this cheat book, which can be used to cultivate inner strength. As I said, according to the different aptitudes of each person, the time to cultivate internal strength is also different. If it is slow, it will take three to five years, and if it is fast, it can be cultivated in two or three months.

Although he was somewhat interested in Lingbo Weibu, Wang Changsheng would not rashly cultivate the inner strength mental method recorded above before he figured out what this inner strength was.

Wang Changsheng originally wanted to ask that clan brother about this question, but that clan brother just happened to be out. In desperation, Wang Changsheng had no choice but to put this mundane light skill aside and draw talisman seals with peace of mind.

Speaking of which, Wang Changsheng can now draw more than a dozen primary talismans, most of which are attack talismans, and the most powerful one is the fire snake talisman. As for drawing the ice cone talisman, it is still a bit difficult, after all, drawing the ice cone talisman needs to absorb the energy in the ice spirit stone. Ice spirit energy, Wang Changsheng doesn't have so many ice spirit stones to waste.

After consuming one piece of ice spirit stone, Wang Changsheng stopped drawing the ice cone talisman and started to draw the wind blade talisman. To Wang Changsheng's surprise, after consuming one wind spirit stone, he drew a wind blade talisman.

Wang Changsheng had personally seen the power of wind spells. Overjoyed, he drew more than a dozen wind blade talismans, but the wind stones were all consumed.

As for the lightning-type talismans, Wang Changsheng didn't draw them. It's not that he wasn't interested, but the jade slips he bought at Jubao Pavilion didn't introduce them at all. The most valuable talismans listed in the jade slips were the wind blade talisman and the ice cone talisman. This made Wang Changsheng full of expectations for the Ningzhou Xiaohui. The Ningzhou Xiaohui was held in the most affluent Ping'an County, and there must be other methods of drawing talisman seals for sale.

On this day, before dawn, Wang Changsheng woke up, washed up, and changed into brand new clothes.

"Mother, I'm going to see you," Wang Changsheng muttered to himself standing in front of his mother's portrait with a sad expression.

"Son, are you up yet?" At this moment, Wang Mingyuan's voice came from outside the house.

"Here we come," Wang Changsheng hurriedly responded, glanced at his mother's portrait again, opened the door and walked out.

Wang Mingyuan stood outside the yard with a haggard look, his eyes were bloodshot, obviously he hadn't rested well.

"Let's go!" After leaving a word, Wang Mingyuan turned and walked towards the exit of the manor.

Seeing this, Wang Changsheng hurriedly followed. Along the way, neither father nor son spoke, and walked silently.

My mother's tomb was not buried on Fumo Mountain, but on a nearby mountain. It is said that my mother often went there with my father to watch the sunrise.

Half an hour later, on a certain hilltop near Fumo Mountain, near a long-dead tree, Wang Mingyuan and his son stood in front of a slightly raised mound. There are several large black characters of "Tomb of Beloved Wife Liu Qing'er".

At this time, a round of scorching sun was slowly rising, and a few rays of morning light happened to float in front of the grave.

"Qing'er, today is your death day, I brought my newborn to see you," Wang Mingyuan said with a dazed expression as he looked at the tombstone, with tears streaming from the corners of his eyes.

Seeing this scene, Wang Changsheng also felt a little sentimental in his heart. Only in front of his mother's grave would his father show his weak side.

After a while, Wang Mingyuan wiped away the tears on his face. With a flick of his sleeves, there were more offerings in front of the tomb, all kinds of snacks.

Liu Qing'er liked to eat desserts during her lifetime, and Wang Mingyuan would serve some on the anniversary of her death every year.

Seeing this, Wang Changsheng took the initiative to set up the sacrifices, and Wang Mingyuan, who was on the side, showed a look of relief in his eyes.

"Mother, my son has come to see you. My son will not forget the meaning of his name. Don't worry, my son will become a fairy. Once your long-cherished wish is fulfilled," Wang Changsheng knelt in front of the grave, kowtowed his head a few times, and said seriously Said.

"Okay, it's okay, you go back first! I'll talk to your mother for a while," Wang Mingyuan ordered noncommittally.

Hearing the words, Wang Changsheng hesitated, pondered for a moment, and said, "Father, I want to attend the Ningzhou small meeting."

"Participate in Ningzhou Xiaohui? You are still young and you have never traveled far. Don't worry about it. Next time!" Wang Mingyuan shook his head and said.

"The young eagle will fly out one day. Besides, I promised my mother that I must become a fairy. I have been staying in Yueyang County. How can I become a fairy?"

Seeing his son's serious expression, Wang Mingyuan sighed, and said slowly: "There are some things in here that you may need, so you can take them on the road!"

After finishing speaking, Wang Mingyuan took out a package from the storage bag and threw it to Wang Changsheng.

Wang Changsheng opened the package and took a look. It contained some dry food, some gold and silver, and a map of Ningzhou.

Wang Changsheng's heart warmed up. His father obviously prepared these things a long time ago. His father knew that he was going to attend the Ningzhou small meeting, and he was just trying to test him!

"Thank you dad, then I'm leaving, you have to take good care of yourself, don't worry about family affairs and exhaust your body," Wang Changsheng warned, threw the package into the storage bag, and walked down the mountain.

Wang Mingyuan looked at Wang Changsheng's leaving back, sighed, and muttered to himself, "I don't know whether it's right or wrong to let him go to the Ningzhou small meeting."

"This child is much stronger than you." At this moment, an old voice came from the left side of the tomb. After a wave of space fluctuation, a white-haired old man appeared here. It was Wang Changsheng's grandfather.

"Father, when did you come?" Seeing the white-haired old man, Wang Mingyuan said in surprise.

The white-haired old man gave Wang Mingyuan a white look, and said angrily, "I've come a long time ago, you just didn't pay attention because you were crying!"

Hearing this, Wang Mingyuan felt a little embarrassed.

"Okay, since Changsheng is gone, I won't stay any longer, and you should go back earlier and cry less," the white-haired old man glanced at the tombstone, said lightly, then turned and left.

Wang Mingyuan nodded, and after the white-haired old man left, he lay down next to the tombstone, looked at the rising sun, his eyes were a little blurred, and whispered: "Qing'er, do you still remember..."

(End of this chapter)