Travel back to the end of the world to practice

don't remember

Xiaobai once taught him some common sense about the world of comprehension.

For example, to cultivate, one needs spiritual roots.

At that time, he just listened to it as a story and didn't pay attention to it.

Unexpectedly, he also has spiritual roots and a wood spirit body.

He looked at the couple on the opposite side with a complicated expression.

Han Xing doesn't ask for anything in return, but he has to.

Fate took away his abilities, but opened another door for him.

If he is still hesitant, afraid to open the door, afraid that something unexpected will happen behind the door, when will the hatred with Tang Rui end?

Wuyou made up his mind, stood up, looked at Jiang Xu and Han Xing, and solemnly swore an oath, "I am Wuyou, I will devote my eternal life to Han Xing as my master, if I betray, I will not make any progress in my cultivation of immortality!"

"Master, please give me your advice." Wuyou smiled lightly and looked at Han Xing.

Once the shackles in his heart were removed, Wuyou felt a lot more relaxed.

Han Xing and Jiang Xu looked at each other solemnly, they didn't expect Wuyou to make an oath directly.

Invisibly, Wuyou was tied to the same boat as them.

"Oh, you are moving too fast." Han Xing said a little speechlessly.

"Although I have nothing to give back to the master, my whole body can be used by the master." Wuyou said calmly.

As soon as he finished speaking, he received Jiang Xu's razor-like eyes.

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding," Wuyou quickly waved his hand and explained, "Boss Jiang, I didn't mean that."

He didn't dare to compete with Jiang Xu, and Han Xing was not his type.

"I know." Jiang Xu said lightly.

He just sounded a little displeased.

Seeing this, Wuyou sighed, Jiang Xu was really confident and domineering.

Confidence in a relationship comes from mutual determination.

He once asked himself that he couldn't do it.

At the beginning, he faintly felt that Tang Rui seemed to have some strange feelings for Yang Ang, and he subconsciously persuaded himself to ignore it.

After all, these things he encountered had nothing to do with Yang Ang.

It's just that the experience was too painful, and he subconsciously needed to find someone to take the blame.

And Yang Ang became the source of everything.

Call him cowardly or fragile.

Without a hated target, he would have been unable to live long ago.

Putting aside his heavy memories, he looked at Han Xing.

"Boss, is my wood spirit body useful to you?" Wuyou asked.

"Probably." Han Xing nodded.

No matter if his abilities were abolished and he became a monk, if he could succeed, it meant that Yan Hui could too.

It's just that Yan Hui can only bear the pain of Wuyou being deprived of his abilities once.

"Boss, if there is anything you can use me for, I will not hesitate!" Wuyou promised firmly.

"Let's raise your cultivation first and then talk about helping me." Han Xing said helplessly.

"Oh." Wuyou nodded without being annoyed, "Then when shall we start practicing?"

"Cultivate with members of the Yan family tomorrow," Han Xing said.

That's why he was looking for Wuyou so late.

"People from the Yan family also have spiritual roots?" Wuyou was a little surprised when he heard this.

He remembered that the whole Han family had spiritual roots, so did the whole Yan family have spiritual roots?

He couldn't help looking at Han Xing with some doubts. Does anyone related to Han Xing have spiritual roots?

Seeing Wuyou's strange expression, Han Xing asked, "Is there any problem?"

"No." Wuyou denied.

He didn't express his guess. This kind of thing is too ridiculous. It's probably just a momentary imagination of his.

Thinking of him being a guest who hadn't seen the directors of Yan's family yet, he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, and even slept in until dinner.

"Well, my uncle and cousin's spiritual roots are very good," Han Xing said proudly to Wuyou.

"And they are nice people, you don't have to be too reserved."

Seeing this, Wuyou nodded and said, "Thank you boss, I understand."

Seeing Han Xing's intimate attitude, he guessed that Han Xing should have a good relationship with the Yan family.

He looked at Jiang Xu, who had been silent all this time, and felt that the light bulb should have gone out, so he said, "Boss, then I will get up early tomorrow and wait for you to find me in the room, is that okay?"

Han Xing glanced at Jiang Xu standing behind him, and then said to Wuyou, "Okay, you can go."

Wuyou ran away in a hurry, even if he went back and couldn't sleep, it was better than staying here and feeling Jiang Xu's air-conditioning.

Seeing Wuyou's running back, Han Xing shook his head and looked at Jiang Xu, "Brother Xu, shall we go back to the room?"

"Yes." Jiang Xu nodded slightly.

Han Xing's room is furnished as before, and there are some childhood photos on the desk.

Jiang Xu walked to the desk, picked up the photos curiously, and looked at them carefully one by one.

Han Xing hugged Jiang Xu from behind.

"Brother Xu, what are you looking at?" He asked knowingly.

"Ah Xing, you were so cute when you were young." Jiang Xu smiled slightly.

Then he was a little disappointed, "Why didn't I think of taking more photos with you at that time."

At the beginning, he didn't like to take pictures, and often chose to stay away from the camera.

Han Xing took the photo frame from Jiang Xu's hand, put it back in place, pulled Jiang Xu to face him, and kissed him on the lips, "It's the same if you take more pictures in the future."

Even though he was a little disappointed, Jiang Xu still nodded, "Yes."

"Brother Xu, we still have a long-term future." Han Xing rested his head on Jiang Xu's forehead, and sprayed hot air on Jiang Xu's cheek.

"Is not it?"

Jiang Xu raised his head slightly, staring deeply at Han Xing, "Yes."

Han Xing smiled fondly, and pulled Jiang Xu and the two of them down on the bed together.

A simple hug seems to be more warm and warm at this moment.

"Ah Xing, your relatives are all fine." Jiang Xu said suddenly.

"They will also be your relatives in the future." Han Xing saw Jiang Xu's rare childish expression, and kissed Jiang Xu on the lips.

He lingered on the other party's somewhat pale lips until the other party was out of breath, and then he kindly let it go.

"Brother Xu, don't talk nonsense in the future." Han Xing gently wiped the other's moist lips with his index finger.

Jiang Xu looked at Han Xing with a little blurred eyes, and nodded vaguely, "Okay."

"Be good," Han Xing kissed him again in satisfaction, "Be good, only sweets..."

The night is still long, let's turn on the lights...

study

Yan Yan sat in the study for a while, then opened one of the drawers with a key, and took out a small wooden box.

He stared at the box, his eyes full of affection, and his wife's voice and smile in his mind.

I remembered that when my wife gave the box to him when she was dying, she said that it can only be given to someone she trusts...

Can't give to the Wu Clan...

He didn't know what was in it, but he kept his wife's last words in mind.

Before tonight, he had planned that if the witch clan really came to ask for the relic, he had no choice but to hand over the relic.

Now that Han Xing is here, fate is destined to be on the side of the Yan family, and he also decided to give Han Xing the relic.

Perhaps this is its best destiny.

That's right, his wife used to be from the Wu clan.

Yan Yan remembered that he first met Wu Qing in the forest, married Wu Qing, gave birth to Yan Xi, and now he has children and grandchildren, but Wu Qing never came back...

When people from the Wu family came to X City to take refuge in X City, he once thought that the other party was here for the relics, but after a few months, Wu Rou still did not mention the relics, and he also pretended not to know.

It's not that he didn't think about taking Wu Qing back to the Wu Clan for help, but Wu Qing stopped him...

For a moment, Yan Yan fell into a sad memory...

The next day

Han Xing had been waiting for the members of Yan's family in the study room, and Yan Yan was the first person to arrive at the study room.

"Good morning, uncle." Seeing Yan Yan's serious face, Han Xing asked worriedly, "Is there something wrong, uncle?"

Yan Yan didn't answer, he took out the box he had been looking at for a long time last night from the drawer, and handed it to Han Xing.

"This is left by your aunt. She said that it cannot be handed over to the Wu tribe. I think about it, why not give it to you." Yan Yan said.

"This..." Han Xing was a little puzzled, because the amount of information in what uncle said was too much.

"Your aunt was originally from the Wu clan, but she was expelled from the Wu clan, and married me..." Yan Yan told Han Xing all about the past.

Back then Han Xing's aunt Wu Qing actually came out of the Wu Clan to practice. Who knew that she met Yan Yan, and after she fell in love with Yan Yan, she decided to reject the marriage that was originally arranged for her in the Hui Clan.

The Wu tribe forbids intermarriage among foreign races. In order to preserve the purity of the Wu tribe's blood, they can only intermarry within themselves.

It's just that Yan Yan doesn't know what the bloodline of the Wu clan is.

In the end, Wu Qing was kicked out of the Wu Clan after her cultivation base was abolished, and she secretly brought out the sacred objects of the Wu Clan.

They lived a long and happy life.

Although they were also surprised that the Wu Clan didn't come to their door, they used the days they stole to spend happily together every day.

But then he was too busy... Busy with his career, he was so busy until one day that he realized that Wu Qing's body had already failed...

In fact, her spiritual root and cultivation base were crippled, and her health continued to deteriorate.

Giving birth to Yan Xi exhausted her energy, and finally when Yan Xi was three years old, she couldn't bear to leave.

At that time, he hated both the cruelty of the Wu Clan and his own dullness, and he never found out what happened to Wu Qing. He was not worthy of being a husband at all.

Afterwards, in the political arena, he rejected all the women he threw himself into his arms.

For the rest of his life, he just wanted to live with the memory of Wu Qing.

Before she died, Wu Qing confessed to him about the holy object, and she was very sure that the people in the clan would not know that she had taken the holy object, and no one would come looking for it.

Let him find a suitable person to use the sacred object.

Then came Han Xing, Yan Yan felt that Han Xing was the right person.

"Uncle, this gift is too heavy." Han Xing quickly declined.

He could feel that the things in the box were good for him, but it was a relic of his aunt, and his uncle must cherish it very much. If he took it away, what would his uncle do?

"Silly boy, your aunt's belongings are too many." Yan Yan said after seeing through Han Xing's thoughts.

It's no wonder that he loved Han Xing since he was a child, it's really because of this kid's exquisite heart.

Yan Hui forced the box into Han Xing's hand, and said seriously, "You can hold it if uncle tells you to! Good things can only play a real role in the right hands."

Holding the box, Han Xing hesitated for a while, finally made up his mind and accepted, "Uncle, thank you."

"Stupid boy, put it away quickly." Yan Yan urged.

Han Xing nodded helplessly, then put the things into the space.