Cultivation begins with the mysterious little tripod

Daxia Kingdom, Yongnan County.

It is located in a hilly area with many vast mountains.

Wutong Mountain once had no name. It was not until hundreds of years ago that a group of villagers came down from the foot of the mountain to take root here and planted a Wutong tree. The place gradually escaped from being desolate and became more populated with fields and people.

At this moment, a chase battle was taking place at the head of Wutong Village.

"Wang Ergou, you bitch, where is my little book? I borrowed it for a month and you still haven't returned it to me!"

A boy of thirteen or fourteen was waving the wooden sword in his hand towards the boy in front of him.

"Brother Fu, Brother Fu...listen to my explanation, listen to my explanation..."

The wooden sword finally lay across the young man's neck.

"Okay, you can quibble, I'll listen." Wang Fu stood down, frowning slightly, staring at Wang Ergou below him with his head raised, "If you don't satisfy me, let me beat your butt to pieces."

"Brother Fu, you also know that my father has a stubborn temper and always supervises me to read and practice calligraphy. That day I shared the little book with my little brother... accidentally, he discovered the little book and confiscated it... ..." Wang Tong cried sadly.

"What did you say...Wang Ergou, please return my little book..."

Seeing Wang Fu raise the wooden sword in his hand, Wang Tong's speaking speed increased rapidly, and his voice also rose a lot, "I searched in my father's room for several days and couldn't find it. I don't know which horn he hid." Da is here...Brother Fu, calm down, calm down..."

"Wait, wait, Brother Fu, I have a treasure that can equal your little person... book..."

Snapped!

"ah……"

The wooden sword was like a whip, hitting Wang Tong on the buttocks.

"The Little Man's Book is a birthday gift my father brought me when he was doing business in the town. Do you have anything to pay for it?" Wang Fu became angry and asked Wang Tong, "If you hadn't shamelessly begged me, I won’t lend it to you.”

"You, you actually lost it..."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..." Wang Tong cried, feeling extremely aggrieved. "What can I do? My father took it away. If you have the ability, go and get it back. Why did you beat me? Wuwu...it hurts me to death..."

"Didn't I say I would give you something to pay for it, but you still hit me, so unreasonable... wu wu..."

Wang Fu's hand holding the wooden sword trembled. Only then did he feel that he had struck too hard. He lowered his voice and asked: "What is it? If you satisfy me, I won't hold you accountable for losing the little book. Don't Cried……"

"This is what you said...don't lie." Wang Tong wiped his tears, still sobbing.

"Well, I didn't lie to you, I just lied to you that I was a puppy... That's it." Wang Fu sat down next to Wang Tong and patted the weeds on his body.

"No...this is the treasure I'm talking about." Wang Tong then took out a dark object from his arms, "I'm here. I found it in the ditch behind my house. I don't know where it came from. of."

Wang Fu took it.

It was pitch black, a small tripod half the size of a fist.

The small tripod has three legs and two ears, and is the same color. It is engraved with strange patterns. It feels uneven. I don't know what kind of material it is. It looks like stone or iron, but its weight is the same as wood. The small tripod was still old and dirty, and it looked dirty. It was unknown how long it had been buried in the ground.

"How's it going? It's a baby, I guess. I hit it with a rock, and nothing happened." Wang Tong wiped his nose and muttered.

"Baby? You still treat such a junk thing like a treasure? It's useless..." Wang Fu curled his lips. He really couldn't see how such an inedible and unusable thing could be called a treasure.

"But me, but this is all I have... You can't let me go to your house and steal money to go to the town to buy you a little book... I will be beaten to death by my father." Wang Tong shrank. Neck, "I don't want to steal the family's money either." He shook his head again.

"Okay, okay, look at how cowardly you are." Wang Fu held the small tripod in his arms.

"That little book..."

"Forget it, I've finished reading it anyway, but it's a pity that it was my fourteenth birthday gift my dad bought me. Alas..."

"Brother Fu, I..." Wang Tong felt a little guilty. He knew that feeling. His father also bought him a gift. Although it was just a windmill, he kept it as a treasure and refused to touch it.

"Okay, mother-in-law, is your butt okay?" Wang Fu stood up, patted the weeds on his butt, and stretched out his hand to Wang Tong.

Wang Tong was stunned for a moment, then smiled happily, grabbed Wang Fu's hand, and stood up: "It's okay, I have rough skin and thick flesh, and my father is much heavier than you, Brother Fu."

"Pfft... Silly boy." Wang Fu couldn't help laughing, "Let's go back to our homes, it's time to have lunch."

Wang Tong's family has a very strict family tradition. If he goes back late, Wang Fu can't help but worry that this silly boy will get beaten by his father.

The two separated under the plane tree.

Wang Fu's family is located in the west of Wutong Village. The craftsmanship of stonemason has been passed down from his ancestors. His father Wang Hong has perfectly inherited the craftsmanship from his ancestors. His stone carvings are famous in many surrounding villages. Even in big towns dozens of miles away, wealthy people are famous for them. Invited.

Because Wang Fu's father was skilled in craftsmanship, Wang Fu's family was in a pretty good position, and he had no worries about food and clothing. He was respected by people in Wutong Village, and people would call his father Wang Hong "Master Wang" when they met him.

Father Wang Hong has traveled a lot and knows that Wutong Village is a small place. He will live like this for the rest of his life, but he cannot let his two sons be bound here like him. So when other children went to work in the fields early, he sent Wang Fu to school to learn calligraphy. Even his youngest son Wang Yao, who had just turned six, was sent to school.

Wang Fu has been studying in the school for six years.

Reading a lot of books naturally means a lot of ideas, and he often has some strange ideas. In the school, he read all the books in the teacher's collection, and many stories in them opened his eyes, especially those stories about immortals flying in the sky and hiding in the ground, omnipotent, and killing demons and monsters.

He asked his father to make that wooden sword, and the sword immortal in the story made him very envious.

In his spare time, he would tell these stories to his peers. The friends in the village admired him very much and called him Brother Fu. Even the fat boy in the village chief's family was no exception. Wang Fu was very happy with this.

When he returned home, his father was holding a drawing in the yard and gesturing, writing and drawing with a carbon pencil from time to time. Wang Fu was no longer surprised. His father must have received an order from somewhere and was studying and calculating the amount of stone.

"Are you back? Where did you go to fool around again? You don't read books all day long and don't know how to set a good example for your brother." Father Wang Hong looked up at Wang Fu.

"Brother, brother..." A little pudding ran out and flew into Wang Fu's arms.

Wang Fu quickly picked up the chubby Wang Yao, and said with a smile as if holding a sword of imperial power: "Dad, I have finished reading all the books in school. There is nothing to read. My brother is still young. Why are you so anxious..."

"Finished reading? Everyone can brag." Father Wang Hong didn't believe it.

"I'm not bragging. Don't you know me? I'm very smart. If you don't believe me, go ask the teacher in the school." Wang Fu teased his brother in his arms, pinching his chubby little face, making the little Wang laugh non-stop.

Father Wang Hong paused with his hand holding the blueprint, raised his head and looked at his son seriously, then said: "Okay, in this case, I will send you to a big town to continue studying next year. The teachers there are better and there are more books. When you are old enough, you can take the imperial examination of the court, strive to become an official, and leave our small place."

"A big town?" Wang Fu's eyes lit up.