An Ordinary Path to Immortality

Now he only thinks about finding the elixir to save his mother. He doesn't care whether it is an immortal treasure or whether it can find his father.

"Bang"

The stone hit the wooden toad hard, causing Fang Ping's small hands to hurt. However, except for the extra layer of stone powder on the wooden toad, it was unscathed.

Seeing this, Fang Ping grabbed the stone and slapped it hard without even thinking.

"Bang"

"Click"

The wooden toad was still unscathed, but a small stone slab underneath the wooden toad shattered.

Fang Ping became more energetic, took it to the door pier stone, and banged it three times in a row.

Because of the excessive force, the stone in his hand was smashed, and his own finger hit the stone with blood, but he didn't notice it and just looked at the wooden toad on the stone of the door angrily.

"Ping'er, Ping'er, stop smashing it."

The woman's weak and anxious voice came.

"Mother, please wait a moment, I will move a bigger stone."

"It's useless." The woman whispered, "Go quickly and bring a bowl of porridge to mother. Mother is hungry."

Hearing this, Fang Ping decisively gave up the Wood Toad. Even if there was really an elixir in the Wood Toad, he would still listen to his mother and feed her porridge first and then find a way to deal with the Wood Toad.

When he came to the stove, he found that the rice porridge in the pot had indeed boiled. The faint fragrance of rice filled the air, making Fang Ping, who had not eaten much for three days, unable to help but salivate.

He greedily took a few mouthfuls of the fragrance of the rice porridge, then carefully scooped out the few rice grains in the pot and put them into a bowl. He took an empty bowl and poured it into the two bowls repeatedly to cool down. His hands covered with frostbite were It hurts and itches from the heat.

But he didn't care. He took a wooden spoon to the bed, took a spoonful and blew it again and again.

The woman on the bed gradually lowered her eyebrows, her pupils began to dilate, and she lost her energy.

But she looked at her son's busy figure in front of her, with a smile on her face full of reluctance.

Finally, after Fang Ping tasted the rice porridge in the spoon and made sure it was not hot, he brought the rice porridge to his mother's lips, which were already turning purple.

"Mom, the porridge is here. Ping'er has tasted it and it's not hot anymore."

The porridge was brought to her mouth, but my mother's mouth did not move.

"Mom? Mom, you have some porridge."

Fang Ping's heart suddenly stung, as if he was being grabbed and pulled hard by something.

"Mom, Ping'er is feeding you some porridge. Open your mouth and drink the porridge."

Fang Ping was at a loss. In his vision blurred by tears, his mother still had a smile on her face.

But her face was cold, her breathing stopped, and her eyelids gradually closed together.

"mother……"

Fang Ping's heartbreaking cries rang out in the snowy night, startling many neighbors who had already fallen asleep to get dressed and come over to check on the situation.

Soon, news of my mother's death spread in the village.

Early the next morning, the white silk and paper bundles sent by the village chief's grandfather were hung on the door of Fang Ping's house.

Uncle Gui, a carpenter, worked all night to make her coffin.

Aunt Xiuqin even used a few feet of floral cloth that she had just pulled to sew clothes for the New Year to sew a shroud for her old enemy.

…

The villagers and neighbors were busy, and under the control of the old village chief, they saw her off for the last time.

Fang Ping, the filial son, was in a state of confusion and had no master. He knelt down in front of the funeral without any water for three days and nights, motionless.

"Alas, misfortune only seeks the poor, poor child!"

The old village chief had people persuade Fang Ping several times, but Fang Ping could only obey others' instructions mechanically. He would not eat, drink or rest. He just knelt in front of the soul and refused to leave for a moment even after his tears had dried. .

Before the funeral, Wang Jizong led the dog and appeared with Goujizi.

At this time, Fang Ping finally had a look on his face.

Fang Ping's eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was hoarse but he couldn't hide his anger: "What are you doing here?"

My mother was already frail, and she had endured countless mockery and hard work in raising her up, and she also suffered from all kinds of illnesses.

And because Wang Jizong deliberately defaulted on wages, her mother went to the Wang family to argue, but was severely injured by Wang Jizong, and finally left her.

In Fang Ping's mind, Wang Jizong was the murderer of his mother.

"It was not easy for the old widow to be alone when she was alive. Now that she is dead, I will come over and burn a few men for her so that she will not be so lonely down there, hahaha..."

Fang Jizong laughed loudly, and the loser next to him actually brought some male paper bundles and threw them in front of the soul.

"Wang Jizong, I'm going to fuck your grandma!"

Fang Ping was furious, cursed, grabbed a stone nearby and threw it at Wang Jizong.

"Bang"

Wang Jizong didn't expect Fang Ping's reaction to be so violent. He accidentally got a bloody hole in his head.

"Fuck, if you dare to hit me, hit me!"

As soon as Wang Jizong gave an order, the losers around him would take action.

However, the old village chief stopped in front of Fang Ping and said coldly:

"Wang Jizong, you piece of shit, listen to me. Wangjiagou is not a place where you can be tyrannical. If you offend me, I will kick your family out of the genealogy today. x33xs.com

When the time comes, I'll see if your father can still take the job of raising people. "

The Great Zhou Kingdom, where Fang Ping was located, established the country with force, governed the country with culture, and examined officials with filial piety.

Especially the current ruler of the country pays more attention to clan etiquette.

Once the imperial court learns about a Juren who has been expelled from the clan, it is still a minor matter to deprive him of his status as a Juren, and he may even be imprisoned and exiled.

The loser next to him had been beaten out with fists and kicks by the elders in the village.

Others glared at him even more.

He felt that if he continued to be so presumptuous, these peasants around him might really beat him up.

On weekdays, Wang Jizong was domineering and everyone was afraid of the power of the Wang family, so they tolerated it.

However, Wang Jizong's behavior of insulting the deceased and disregarding the family law today naturally aroused public anger.

And with the old village chief taking the lead, everyone would naturally not be afraid of an idle and dissolute young man.

"Humph, I'll let you go today, but don't let me meet you in the future."

Wang Jizong glared at Fang Ping fiercely, spat at the mourning hall and turned away.

He lost such a big face today, which made him hate Fang Ping.

When he left, he had already made up his mind, and today's face could not be lost in vain.

When the funeral was over, he would make Fang Ping disappear completely in Wangjiagou.

What he didn't know was that Fang Ping's eyes looked at him with an ambiguous look.

The hatred of killing his mother is irreconcilable. In Fang Ping's young and innocent heart, he first had the idea of ​​killing someone for revenge.

"Mom, I swear, I will kill Wang Jizong with my own hands to avenge you."

After the funeral, Fang Ping kept vigil for his mother for seven days, then he carried a big bag and kowtowed in front of every neighbor who helped with his mother's funeral, and then resolutely walked into the deep mountains and old forests behind Wangjiagou.

Behind Wangjiagou is the Duanyun Mountains, which is also the boundary mountain between the Great Zhou Kingdom and the Daliang Kingdom in the north.

This mountain stretches for thousands of miles, with countless peaks and valleys, strange mountains and rivers, and countless caves and blessed places.

Many places are shrouded in clouds and mist all year round, and few people go there.

It is precisely because of this that countless rare treasures, exotic animals and magical medicines are nurtured in this Duanyun deep mountain.

In an unknown valley, a flying boat slowly floated above the clouds.

A man and a woman stood on the bow of the boat. The man was handsome and looked indifferent.

The woman has a beautiful face, as beautiful as a fairy.

If this scene is seen by others, they will definitely sigh that they are a couple of gods.

. You provide the great god with a gentle and ordinary immortal road