Chapter 70 Wang Huan
"Wang Huan, Wang Huan, wake up..."
??As his body swayed, Zhong Fu slowly opened his eyes and saw a woman in coarse linen clothes gently patting him awake.
"It's time to get to work, or your father will scold you again."
??“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 a few years older than him, was still snoring beside him. He had become a child of eight or nine years old, which would have been considered a young man in ancient times.
??In fact, it was not him who answered, nor was it him who made any movement, he just watched, because this was someone else's memory.
?? Zhong Fu asked: "Why don't you give me all your memories?"
Since he had given his soul to me, his memories would naturally be included. But Wang Huan did not do so, and instead let me see his memories.
??A voice sounded, it was Wang Huan’s voice.
[I am afraid that you cannot bear it, and I also hope that you will have different ideas while understanding him. I have fought with him thousands of times, and tried every possible way, but I am powerless. 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 keep this mentality all the time. 】
"Wang Huan, why aren't you getting up yet?"
??Heard his mother calling from outside, Zhong Fu stood up and walked out of the room. Their house was not big, not even with a yard. It was just a small house in the alley, with the bedroom and the living room separated by a wooden board.
??My parents are ordinary people, and their appearance and temperament are very ordinary.
??My father was collecting the coal in the corner and putting it into the small stove at the other end of the carrying pole. Zhong Fu stepped forward and skillfully helped to light the fire, while my mother put the wrapped wontons and various ingredients into the small drawer on the other side.
??This is a wonton carrying pole. On one end is a stove simmering wonton soup, and on the other end are wonton ingredients. The whole family relies on this for food.
??The memories that kept emerging seemed to be explaining something to him.
Zhong Fu said: "Your family background is very ordinary. It can be seen that you lived in a peaceful era. What I didn't expect was that you were born as a mortal. It is not easy for you to practice cultivation."
??【Aren’t you?】
?? Zhong Fu shook his head and replied, "My father is a powerful demon who has transformed into a god. He was born much higher than you. I am not as good as you in this respect. Everyone in the world believes that cultivation is a path that does not depend on fate, but on the person. Perhaps cultivation is not like the mortal world where death is determined at birth. Everyone has the opportunity to turn over a new leaf, but cultivation also depends on birth and background."
"When I was your age, I was already in the middle stage of foundation building. This was partly due to my natural intelligence, but more importantly, I think it was due to the resources given by my parents."
Although Tianxin Demon Lord was praising Wang Huan, Wang Huan could sense a hint of pride in his words. And he himself did not feel any difference. He had been extraordinary throughout his life, and both his background and achievements were unrivaled in the world.
??When he was young, he was the "crown prince" of the demon path, and the Yuanying masters treated him with courtesy. When he was young, he was the leader of the younger generation of the demon path, and no one was his opponent. Later, he lived up to everyone's expectations and achieved the state of incarnation, created the Tianxin Jue, and achieved achievements far beyond his father.
??His pride is deep in his bones.
??【Your experience is enviable. 】
??Wang Huan was just saying it verbally. He never blamed his parents, nor did he despise his mortal background.
On the contrary, he was proud of himself, and despite his ordinary birth, he was able to stir up the world.
??Both of them are good people, and both are proud to the core.
The surrounding scenes quickly faded away, and the scene changed to a street. His father was cooking wontons, and Zhong Fu kept serving bowls to the guests.
Just when he wanted to continue fast forwarding, he was stopped by Wang Huan. Although the other party was unable to resist him at this moment, he did not stop him and stopped naturally.
??asked: "Why?"
??【He is coming.】
??There was a slight tremor in his voice, a hint of fear, and at the same time he could feel a hint of excitement.
??Why be excited?
??Zhong Fu controlled Wang Huan’s soul, and not a single movement of Wang Huan could escape his perception.
"Shopkeeper, two bowls of wontons."
A 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 there was no sense of any aura. He was just an ordinary Taoist priest.
??They are not even as good as Taoist priests. In the cultivation world, even the most ordinary Taoist priests know a little bit of Qigong, otherwise they are just fake Taoist priests without a master.
"Master Li, you are finally here. I have prepared these special wontons for you for some time."
??Wang Huan's father saw the Taoist priest's smiling face and extremely enthusiastic attitude, so he greeted him personally.
Zhong Fu looked at this ordinary Taoist priest and said, "Is he Li Changsheng? He doesn't look special. No, it's because you are a mortal and can't tell his cultivation level."
?? He soon 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 reach the level of a god, I would not be able to see through him.]
??At this time, the Wang Huan in Li Changsheng's memory also enthusiastically wiped the tables and chairs for the Taoist priest, served him bowls and chopsticks, and called him "Master Taoist" all the time. Li Changsheng also had a good impression of this child.
??Who doesn’t like a smart and sweet-talking child?
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