Do you think I look like a fairy?

Chapter 240 The Death of Wang Mingli

Upon hearing this, Wei Yi became interested. He only saw him glance in the direction of Lao Wang, and then asked softly:
"Oh? Who is the layman's teacher?"

"It stands to reason that only a few taels of this kind of thing are produced every year. Except for the military, few people should know about it?"

"Even in the military, there are only a few people who are eligible to carve up."

"Looking at the layman's behavior, it seems that he has tasted it before. Could it be that the layman's teacher is some kind of military figure?"

This is really possible.

And the moment he had this thought, he felt a figure in the dark, who seemed to turn around.

However, Wei Yi quickly put an end to this thought before the person's spiritual response could really come to him.

Well, to have this reaction, at least it won't be too bad.

I didn't expect Lao Wang to be able to pretend.

There is a teacher at the level of fetal breath, who is able to calmly cultivate his health here. This state of mind is indeed a bit extraordinary.

Hearing Wei Yi's words, Lao Wang smiled, and then said to Wei Yi:
"It's just that I was once appreciated by the teacher, so I tasted the branches and leaves of this drop of blood vine."

"What's more, I'm one of the teacher's incompetent disciples, how can I just pull the teacher's banner casually."

"Really speaking, in fact, my teacher seems to have some relationship with the military."

"The teacher's name is Yuan Cheng. He once taught several of our senior brothers. It is said that he is a good friend with the former Generalissimo of the World's Army and Horses."

"However, the old man has never said where he is from, what status he has, not to mention, in his life, he has not had too glorious deeds to win honor for Master."

"Then you can't use Master's tiger skin as a banner, and do things that bully others."

Hearing this, Wei Yi couldn't help but nodded.

That's right.

If you get the tea from Hongyu's hands, it's normal.

After all, Hongyu usually doesn't like to drink this stuff, otherwise, he wouldn't let it fall into Wei Yi's hands.

Thinking of this, Wei Yi couldn't help taking another sip of tea:
"This drop of blood vine is actually pretty good."

"Although it doesn't have the effect of increasing qi and blood and assisting the soul, it can regulate the body and mind, which can be regarded as icing on the cake."

"After all, as far as today is concerned, in today's practice world, there are really fewer and fewer things that can be effective for practitioners in the realm of fetal breath."

Although blood dripping vines are not easy to get, there are a few taels a year, which is a lot of resources accumulated.

Only a nobleman of Hongyu's level would not take him seriously.

Of course, Wei Yi didn't take it to heart either.

The two of them just casually talked about this matter, and quickly wiped away the topic.

After all, Lao Wang is only considered half of the cultivation world, and he doesn't have extravagant hopes for fetal breathing.

not to mention.

Speaking of which, Lao Wang is actually over 100 years old now.

If it wasn't for Wei Yi's supply of Qi and Blood Pill, as well as Longevity Pill and Zhuyan Pill to help him, he might have died long ago.

However, even so, Old Wang's heart seemed to be full of scars.

Because, during this Jiazi period, his wife was overly sad because of a certain unspeakable matter, and died of depression.

Experience too much, love too much, life is too brilliant, on the contrary, there will be more spiritual trauma.

Suddenly, Pharaoh raised his head and pointed in the direction of his room, then smiled at Wei Yi and said:

"Does the Taoist priest still remember that study room?"

"At the beginning, the boy in the family was studying there, which aroused the interest of the Taoist priest."

"Now this kid is amazing."

Speaking of this, Lao Wang was like a proud old father, talking to Wei Yi about his son's abilities:
"This kid from my family is not bad. All the way, from childhood, he has gone through a scholar, a scholar, a Jinshi, and finally the number one scholar."

"Standing above the imperial city, my son can be regarded as having accepted the number one scholar whom the Emperor has personally met."

"This greatly improves the demeanor of my Wang family!"

What an honor to be named by the Emperor himself?

Wei Yi had discovered before that Xiao Wang had a lot of talent, but he didn't expect to have such an achievement in literature.

The champion and the first place, this is the struggle of the whole world, this level of duel is much more terrifying than the national champion in the previous life.

After all, there are 99 states in the world, and any one of them can be worth an entire planet.

Although the population is not as crowded as in the previous life.

But on a large enough land, too many talents have been born, so that they can all become champions, one can imagine the horror.

Genius, absolute genius!
But, thinking about it now, that little guy should be 80 or [-] years old now, right?
Wei Yi didn't continue to say anything, just watched quietly, looked at his old friend quietly, and stretched his mind there:
"Daozhang, our son is not bad."

"Nowadays, even though we are retiring from the old age and returning to our hometown like us, we can still be considered to have made some achievements in literature. It can be regarded as a place of Wenzong."

"Even the old man from Guozijian accepted him as an apprentice, and let our son inherit the style of writing from Guozijian."

"Satisfied, our life is satisfied enough, with a full house of children and grandchildren, and six generations under the same roof, it's a face to our old Wang's parents."

"When I was young, I was appreciated by my teacher. As soon as I entered the capital, I turned my hands into clouds, turned my hands into rain, and showed off my demeanor. I was majestic for a while, and was finally accepted as an official by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

"The first half of our life can also be called ups and downs, and it can be regarded as reaching the peak once?"

"Later the crown prince left, and on the way back from his resignation, he met the Taoist priest again. In the latter half of his life, he received the help of the noble Taoist priest, and he has lived to this age."

"How many people wish for this?"

"However, Daoist, after all, we are not beautiful gods like you who have experienced thousands of hardships."

"The human race is not a natural immortal species after all, and it cannot last forever~"

"After living for such a long time, it is a great fortune to be able to get help from the Taoist elders, and to be able to maintain this youthful appearance now."

"I am satisfied, really satisfied."

Lao Wang seemed to want to say something, and he seemed to be more relaxed when he said it, and his mentality seemed to have adjusted:
"You, Daoist, will last forever, just like the ones at the top, you can last forever."

"But we can't do it, Daoist. We have lived for so many years, experienced the death of our wife, and lost one beauty after another. We are tired."

"We can't go on anymore. Looking at this happy family now, I just feel empty in my heart, and I want to go down to accompany those lovers I owe."

"They left too early. They sent away one after another, but let us live to the end."

"We want to meet them, and we also want to catch up with them, and go down to make another pair of mandarin ducks."

"Daoist, we can't accompany you anymore. From now on, we can't drink tea and chat with you anymore, and let you chat everywhere."

"It is no longer possible to answer all kinds of doubts of the Taoist priest, and arrange for the Taoist priest to play around in this Pingyang City."

When it comes to this point, Old Wang's energy seems to have become a little weak.

"Before this, we have already told the child that this hometown in Pingyang City, this Wang's mansion will always be your hometown."

"Your courtyard, generation after generation, will always remain the same as when you were there. This is the Taoist temple you practice."

"Forgive me for not being able to continue walking with you, Mingli may have to go one step ahead."

"Daoist...you take care..."

When it comes to the latter, Lao Wang is no longer as flat as before, always giving people a warm feeling.

Instead, he grabbed Wei Yi's hand, as if saying goodbye to an old friend.

Looking at the old Wang at this moment, Wei Yi seemed to have something blocked in his heart. He understood that the old Wang already had a death wish in his heart.

Even if the vitality in his body is enough for him to extend his lifespan again, he won't be able to live for long.

His spirit is no longer as brilliant as before.

Looking at the old Wang who was very different from before, Wei Yi also hugged his hands heavily:

"Layman, the poor Taoist remembers everything."

"This courtyard is Pindao's hometown in this world. Don't forget to come back to see Pindao after you leave."

"It's in your home, in this small courtyard. Don't forget, there's an old friend of yours here."

"Pindao will also visit you often, don't forget about him~"

Speaking of this, Wei Yi's voice became smaller and smaller, and the small courtyard seemed to have become a little quieter.

at last.

The old Wang in front of him seemed to understand the wish in his heart, and finally closed his eyes slowly:

"It's complete, it's complete~"

"There is nothing to be ashamed of in this life, Daoist Priest, we have no other guilt in this life, but we are ashamed of the wives."

"Now that we are gone, you must be fine, and you must live forever, and enjoy immortal life forever... ah..."

In the end, the last trace of strength in Lao Wang's body was slowly exhausted.

The fire of God burns out.

At this time, even if his body is full of blood, it is just a useless body.

Because he really died.

Seeing this scene, Wei Yi couldn't help but exert a little force on the hand holding the teacup.

A teacup originally made of purple sand was crushed into powder by him, and slowly dissipated in the air.

Even, because of his subconscious mental fluctuations, a slight frost has already appeared in the entire area of ​​the palace, which is a hundred miles away.

It looks very miraculous.

It also seems to be very bleak.

Originally, he came back to refresh his body and mind. Originally, he wanted to meet old friends.

But now, the old friend is gone after all. It's not that he doesn't live long enough, but that he really wants to leave.

Thinking of this, Wei Yi slowly raised his head, looking at the clear sky, his mood seemed to become a little unhappy:

"Why is it a sunny day?"

The moment his words fell.

There seemed to be snowflakes floating in the originally clear and cloudless sky, and the sky gradually became gloomy.

The snowflakes are as big as goose feathers.

Just like that, it floated down from the sky abruptly, landing on the ground with layers of ice blankets.

Flying frost in June, this is a tribute to an old friend.

"You are gone, this huge Wang family, where does Pindao have any friends?"

"This is your home. It was Pindao's home when you were here, but when you leave, Pindao is homeless."

Wei Yi's heart was very congested.

He still remembered how this old friend, whom he jokingly called the head of Xinshou Village, took care of him.

Every moment the two of them talked, appearance seemed to flash in his mind.

Lao Wang is the No.1 person he came to this world to be his real friend, who really gave him a place to live.

As long as Lao Wang stays in this palace for a day, then this huge mansion will never be fortified against him.

but now.

Lao Wang has fulfilled his wish in this life.

Wei Yi still felt very warm in the palace before, but now it seems to have become much lonely.

"Ah~"

Long sighed.

Under the heavy snow, a Taoist in a light blue Taoist robe stood quietly in the snow.

Let the snowflakes fall, let him turn into the color of wind and frost.

This sudden heavy snow changed the color of the entire Pingyang City. The city that was originally crowded with people suddenly became much more empty.

The colorful flowers and lush green trees are all stained with a layer of white.

at last.

It snowed heavily all morning.

But Wang Ziyi, who got the news, walked anxiously from his study to this small courtyard.

Snowflakes layer by layer.

It seemed to reflect the mood of everyone.

Although he is over 70 years old, thanks to his practice, he is only in his 40s and [-]s now.

He looks younger than Pharaoh.

However, those eyes full of experience can make people recognize his true age.

"Father, father!"

He walked into the small courtyard anxiously.

And the first thing he saw after entering the small courtyard was a figure standing upright in the courtyard like a snowman.

And as he entered the courtyard.

The snowman-like figure that had been polished by wind and frost shook his body slightly.

next moment.

All the wind and snow attached to his body turned into clouds of smoke all over the sky.

When the wind and snow cleared, the pale blue figure was still in full bloom, full of fairy looks.

Seeing this scene, Wang Ziyi's eyes, which have experienced the vicissitudes of the world, couldn't help shrinking:
"You are... Daoist Xuanxuanzi?"

After recognizing it, Wang Ziyi hurriedly saluted Wei Yi:

"Young Prince Yi, I have met the Taoist priest."

"My father told the younger generation before..."

However, before he finished speaking, Wei Yi interrupted him:

"Go see your father."

Wei Yi's voice seemed a little sad:

"Your father is gone now, and you have to send him off well for the last time."

"The poor should not come here."

"If he doesn't come, he might still be able to keep his spirits up. Maybe he can wait until Pindao comes again and explain to him before he leaves."

"After staying here for so long, it's time for Pindao to leave. Don't forget to take care of your father's funeral."

"Finally, offer a stick of incense for the poor..."

At the end, Wei Yi couldn't help but took a deep breath, and then slowly walked out of the small courtyard.

After Lao Wang left, the last scruples in his heart were gone.

This small courtyard can no longer carry his body and mind, and can no longer retain his thoughts.

"After all, this is not a place where poor people live forever~"

(End of this chapter)