Mortal Cultivation: Portable Space

"Haha, after more than a hundred years, Qingshan City has not changed much."

Wu Fan was walking on the streets of Qingshan City, his eyes constantly scanning the buildings on both sides of the streets, with a hint of memories deep in his eyes.

But soon, he chuckled and walked towards the Wu Mansion along the location in his memory.

The streets are busy with people coming and going, and the cries of some vendors come and go.

Regarding this familiar yet unfamiliar scene, Wu Fan had a deep smile in his eyes.

Once upon a time, he was also a person in this city, working hard for a living, but who would have thought that he would unexpectedly step into the path of cultivating immortals and escape from the fate of an ordinary person.

I have to say, this is really a trick of fate.

After walking for a while, Wu Fan unexpectedly turned around and entered another street, and soon appeared in front of the door of a three-story attic.

The plaque on the door clearly reads the three characters "Huichun Hall".

"Alas! It's still the same medicine shop, but it has changed. Master, I am unfilial and failed to see you on your last journey."

Wu Fan did not walk into the door, but used his spiritual consciousness to check. When he saw strange figures one after another, he couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

He came here when he was only eight years old. Not only did he meet his friend Song Fei here, but he was also lucky enough to become a disciple of Mr. Liu.

During those years, Wu Fan could be said to have lived a carefree life and had a wonderful childhood.

And it was in this medicine store's Sutra Pavilion that he unexpectedly obtained the "Fire Burning Technique", the immortal cultivation technique, which gave him hope of entering the world of immortal cultivation.

It can be said that this is where his life began.

It's a pity that he can no longer see the old figure and the little boy with two big dimples when he smiles. I'm afraid only he himself knows the regret in his heart.

Wu Fan recalled every bit of the past and stood at the door in a daze for a long time. It was not until he found someone pointing at him nearby that he shook his head, turned around and left.

It's no wonder, whoever was standing here like a fool would have attracted attention.

Walking on the street, Wu Fan seemed worried, but when he passed by a blacksmith shop, he couldn't help but stop again.

"Brother, you loved me the most back then. It's just that my younger brother let you down. He didn't come back to see you until you died and went to bed. Maybe you don't know that the long sword you gave me back then has always been with me until now. It’s still with me and I’m not willing to throw it away. This is the only thing I miss about you.”

Wu Fan looked at the blacksmith shop with dull eyes, and the figure of a strong man could not help but appear in his mind.

I remember that he often came over to see his elder brother. At that time, Wu Hao was his only support in this big city. No matter what happened, he would always come to ask his elder brother for help, and Wu Hao would not stay. Yu Li can be said to be very protective of him.

It's a pity that that figure can only appear in my mind from now on and will never be seen again.

After a while, Wu Fan raised his legs again and walked forward.

It seemed that he was taking his time, but for some reason, it only took him a short while to reach the former Wu Mansion.

"You brat, who asked you to stand here? Do you know where this is? Get out of here! Is this a place where you can stay?"

As soon as Wu Fan came to the door, he was blocked by two big men with big muscles and round waists. One of the big men even yelled and cursed fiercely.

Seeing that the two of them were wearing guard uniforms, they were obviously guards of the Wu Mansion.

"Haha, sorry, I was just passing by."

When Wu Fan saw this, he chuckled, bowed his hands to the two of them, raised his legs and quickly moved away from here.

Seeing that Wu Fan was so understanding, the two men did not deliberately create difficulties and returned to the door again.

Only then did Wu Fan realize that as long as people passed by here, they almost all passed by quickly without raising their heads and did not dare to stop at all.

A moment later, Wu Fan walked into a deserted alley, and then his body miraculously disappeared.

…

The Wu Mansion is much more luxurious than it was a hundred years ago. The entire mansion is at least ten times larger than before. It is no exaggeration to say that even the City Lord's Mansion may not be as grand as the Wu Mansion.

It is not difficult to guess that the Wu family must have bought all the nearby courtyards, expanded them to such an extent and renovated them.

There are numerous large and small attics throughout the courtyard, and pleasing rockery and flowing water scenes can be seen everywhere. There is even a small lake, which can be said to show the style of a wealthy family.

There are so many paths in this courtyard that they are like a maze, leading to everywhere. You can often see servants and maids passing by in a hurry.

Wu Fan was walking in the courtyard with a hidden figure, but his eyes showed disappointment.

There was no resemblance here to before. Even though he tried hard to look for it, there was no trace of familiarity.

Even the people he met were extremely unfamiliar, which made him feel a sense of desolation in his heart.

Although he saw many people wearing luxurious clothes, who might be his descendants, he had no intention of showing up to meet them.

For him, these people have nothing to do with him anymore.

Wu Fan strolled around the mansion, finally shook his head, and prepared to leave.

Now he has no thoughts about this Wu Mansion. It is a waste of time to stay here. He might as well take this time to pay homage in front of his parents' graves.

But just as he was about to get up and leave, his eyes were caught by a few little guys. To be more precise, his interest should have been aroused by the words of a few kids.

At this moment, in a garden, three children aged five or six were playing and fighting. Two of them were little boys and one was a little girl. All three children were fair and cute, and looked like children from wealthy families.

"Xu Xunzhen, Song Huaidie, you have been in my Wu Mansion for seven days, why hasn't anyone come to pick you up?"

One of the silly little boys may have been tired from running, so he sat down on the ground and turned to ask the other two children in confusion.

"Don't you know, Wu Xiaodong, that today is the day for your Wu family to worship their ancestors. My father and the head of the family should take a few days to come back. Before, I was bored at home, so I asked my father to take me to play with you. Now I am not in a hurry to go back."

At this time, the little boy named Xu Xunzhen said with a smile, and also sat on the ground.

"Me too, me too, I am going to wait for my father to come back and take me home. I think they have arrived at Wujia Village by now."

The little girl named Song Huaidie also looked happy at this time, shouting loudly.

"Really? That's great, we can play together for a few more days."

The silly little boy jumped up and seemed extremely happy when he heard this.

After a brief exchange, the children started to make a fuss again.

"Wujia Village! Oh, I didn't expect these descendants to move the main tomb to Wujia Village."

Wu Fan, who was far away, couldn't help but laugh when he heard this, and then walked towards the three children.