"Wang Huan, Wang Huan, wake up..."

As his body swayed, Zhong Fu opened his eyes and saw a woman in coarse linen clothes gently patting him awake.

"It's time to get to work, or your dad will scold you again later."

"Oh." Zhong Fu replied, getting up from the bed and wiping his eyes sleepily.

He slept on a kang, and his younger brother who was several years old next to him was still sleeping soundly. He turned into an eight or nine-year-old child, which should be said to be a young man in ancient times.

In fact, he didn't answer or make any move, he just watched because it was someone else's memory.

Zhongfu asked: "Why don't you give me all your memories?"

Since the soul was given to him, the memory would naturally be connected with it. But Wang Huan did not do this, and instead allowed himself to see his memory.

A voice sounded, and it was Wang Huan's voice.

[I'm afraid that you won't be able to bear it, and I also hope that you will have different thoughts while getting to know him. I have fought with him thousands of times, and tried every method, but nothing can be done. I don't want the memory of my failure to affect you.

.]

"Can't bear it?" Zhong Fu licked the corner of his mouth, "The more you say that, the more interested I am in Li Changsheng."

【It’s best if you can always maintain this mentality.】

"Wang Huan, why don't you get up?"

His mother's shouts came from outside, and Zhong Fu got up and walked out of the room. Their house was not big and didn't even have a yard. It was just a small house in an alley, and the bedroom was separated from the hall by a wooden board.

My parents are ordinary people, very ordinary in appearance and temperament.

His father was collecting the coals in the corner and stuffing them into the small stove at the other end of the basket. Zhong Fu stepped forward to help light the fire skillfully, while his mother put the wrapped wontons and various ingredients into the small drawer on the other side.

This is a wonton picker, with a stove simmering wonton soup on one end and wonton ingredients on the other. The whole family relies on this to eat.

The memories that kept emerging seemed to be explaining something to him.

Zhong Fu said: "You have a very ordinary family background. It can be seen that you lived in a very peaceful era. What I didn't expect is that you were born as a mortal. It is not easy for you to enter spiritual practice."

【Aren't you?】

Zhong Fu shook his head and replied: "My father is a powerful demon who transforms into gods. He was born a lot taller than you. In this regard, I am not as good as you. Everyone in the world believes that the path of cultivation is not about fate, but only about people. Maybe cultivation is not like

In the mortal world, death is determined as soon as you are born, and everyone has the opportunity to turn over and make the decision, but spiritual practice also depends on birth and background."

"When I was your age, I was already in the middle stage of foundation building. Part of it was due to my talent and intelligence, but more importantly, I think it was the resources given by my parents."

Although Tianxin Demon Lord was praising Wang Huan, Wang Huan could feel a sense of pride in his words. And he himself did not feel any difference. His life was extraordinary, and he was the best in the world in terms of birth and achievements.

When he was young, he was the "Crown Prince" of the Demonic Path, and Yuanying treated him with courtesy when he saw him. When he was young, he was the leader of the younger generation of the Demonic Path, and no one was his opponent. Later, he lived up to everyone's expectations and became a god, creating the Tianxin Jue.

, and achieved achievements far exceeding those of his father.

His pride runs deep into his bones.

【Your experience is enviable.】

Wang Huan only said it verbally. He had never complained about his parents, nor did he dislike his mortal origin.

On the contrary, he was proud that he was a mortal and stirred up the world.

Both of them are not bad, they are both proud people to the core.

The surrounding scene quickly disappeared, and the scene turned to a street. His father was cooking wontons, and Zhong Fu kept serving bowls to the guests.

Just when he wanted to continue to move forward quickly, he was stopped by Wang Huan. Although the other party was unable to resist him at the moment, he did not stop the other party and stopped naturally.

Asked: "Why?"

【he came.】

There was a tremor in his voice, a hint of fear, and at the same time he could feel a hint of excitement.

Why get excited?

Zhong Fu controls Wang Huan's soul, and not a single fluctuation of Wang Huan can escape his perception.

"Staff, two bowls of wontons."

The calm voice came from nowhere. When he looked up, he saw a man wearing a simple Taoist robe and carrying a medicine basket coming to the wonton shop. His face was ordinary, and he could not feel any breath. He was just an ordinary man.

of ordinary Taoist priests.

Not even a Taoist priest. In the world of spiritual practice, even an ordinary Taoist priest can practice some qigong, otherwise he is a fake Taoist priest who has no master.

"Daozhang Li, you are finally here. I have been preparing these special wontons for you for a long time."

Wang Huan's father saw the Taoist priest's smiling face and extremely enthusiastic attitude, and greeted him personally.

Zhong Fu looked at this ordinary Taoist priest and said, "Is he Li Changsheng? He doesn't look like anything special. It's wrong. You, as a mortal, can't see the other person's cultivation."

He quickly realized that this was someone else's memory. At the time, Wang Huan was just an ordinary young man, how could he see the mystery in it.

[He has always been like this. Even if I were to become a god, I would not be able to see through him. 】

At this time, Wang Huan in his memory also enthusiastically cleaned the tables and chairs for the Taoist priests and gave him bowls and chopsticks, one at a time. Li Changsheng also had a good impression of this child.

Who doesn't like smart and sweet-tongued children.

"I always thought that you and Li Changsheng were the same age, or that he was younger than you." Zhong Fu said, after all, losing to someone older than yourself is not scary. What is most scary is that the waves behind you in the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and the waves in front hit the beach to death.

"Is it Li Changsheng who brought you into practice?"

[You can say that, but at that time I was just for a bowl of wontons. Every time he came to my house to eat wontons, he would order two bowls, eat one bowl himself, let one bowl cool, and give it to me when he left. 】

Li Changsheng was sitting on the bench, eating the hot wontons in front of him, and there was a bowl directly opposite him. He ate the wontons leisurely, and he didn't know what he was thinking in his calm and deep eyes.

Wang Huan squatted beside him, making no noise or fuss. He just looked at Li Changsheng quietly and waited for him to finish eating before speaking.

"Taoist Priest, why do you not eat one bowl of wontons every time you order two?"

Li Changsheng raised his head slightly, looking at the buds growing on the branches of the tree, and asked: "Ah Huan, what time is it now?"

Wang Huan replied crisply: "Spring has begun."

"There are no years in the mountains, and there is no year in the cold." Li Changsheng sighed, and then pushed the bowl of wontons to Wang Huan.

Wang Huan immediately smiled and started eating while thanking him.

"Thank you, Taoist priest, thank you, Taoist priest."

When leaving, Li Changsheng left a jade pendant and told Wang Huan's father.

"I believe Ah Huan has spiritual roots. He can use this jade pendant to worship the Immortal Sect. If you are willing to smash this jade pendant, someone will come to pick up Ah Huan. If you are not willing, just keep it."

At the beginning of the year, his parents sent Wang Huan away, and he was no longer a mortal anymore.

Wang Huan cried so hard that his mother chased him for several miles before he was finally stopped.

Although his parents were reluctant to give up, they also understood that only in this way could they get ahead and stay away from the sufferings of the world.

Zhong Fu said: "You are obviously from a righteous background, why are you like this? Is it just because you have obtained my Tianxin Jue? Although my Tianxin Jue is a magic method, it pays the most attention to the original mind. Those who are not firm in character cannot practice it."

Wang Huan is called Zhijue, which means that he is very wise and is close to a demon, and he is more prominent than a demon compared to his wisdom.

【It’s caused by your inheritance, but the fault is all mine.】

As soon as the scene changes, memories flow quickly.

He joined the nearest Feixian Sect, and because of the jade pendant, he became an elder's disciple. His qualifications were not considered to be extremely talented, but they could still be regarded as a piece of rough jade. He was vigorously cultivated by the elders, and his path was smooth.

When he was promoted to Foundation Establishment, Li Changsheng brought letters from his parents and taught him a trick, saying that by counting wonton money, their wontons would taste the same as they did five hundred years ago.

"Wang Huan, although you and I don't have the title of master and disciple, my teaching of the Dharma has its own cause and effect to you. If one day you cause harm to the world, I will kill you."

"Follow the teachings carefully."

Wang Huan didn't know what it was like five hundred years ago, but he knew that everything he had was indebted to the Taoist priest.

"Then what kind of mistake did you make?" Tianxin Demon Lord speeded up again, and the irrelevant memory turned into a stream of light.

【Greed, fear.】

In the next second, strong emotions and thoughts came to him, and the bright memories instantly became dim, blurry, and cold... What was the sunshine of spring before was now just a pile of mud in the quagmire.

The inheritance of Tianxin Demon Lord.

These words became more and more intense, and Zhong Fu finally touched the source. The birth of Zhi Jue was also the beginning of falling into the abyss.

Tianxin Demon Lord is originally a demon and has no feelings, but for Wang Huan, he lost his footing and fell into the abyss, and the deep feeling of falling filled his memory.

In the cold cave, divine light appeared on the stone wall. The three people were very excited looking at the peerless magical power composed of divine light. Even when they saw Tianxin Demon Lord, they did not weaken at all.

They comforted themselves that the technique was never wrong. Even if they did not swallow people's souls to practice, Tianxin Jue was a peerless technique that could directly transform gods.

The three of them each swore that they would never use Tian Xin Jue to do evil.

Then came a cold broken sword and blood.

Wang Huan slashed at his senior brother's head again and again, splitting the skin and flesh and causing blood to flow out.

"...I killed someone."
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