Shifang Wusheng

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But the rest are different.

Wei He tried to let Wan Qingqing and other people imitate his own way and get out of the gravitational god.

Unfortunately it didn't work.

The God of Gravity itself can only be cultivated if he has reached the real state.

Without real strength to nourish the orifices, there is no way to raise the gods.

Then Wei Heshe chose the next best thing and continued to look for ways to prolong his life.

It's a pity... Before he could research a new practice method, Wan Qingqing passed away from an external disease due to the relapse of an old injury from her youth.

Without the strength of body protection to nourish and suppress the injuries, Wan Qingqing was just a mortal after all, unable to survive life, old age, sickness and death.

Sima Wuque, the Princess of Hanquan, was also infected by Wan Qingqing due to old age and frailty. She was also infected and died of illness not long after.After her death, due to the extinction of her true energy, the blood in her body degenerated, and she did not even have a single heir.

woo... woo...

The wind whistled through the window.

There was sobs in the mourning hall.

Wei An with gray hair and two tall and strong young men knelt in front of the hall.

Wei An burned paper money in the brazier with a dull expression.

Lightning flashed outside the door, thunder rolled, and raindrops hit the leaves from time to time, making a crisp sound.

Wei Chun and Wei Ying, leaning on crutches, staggered slowly into the mourning hall.

Both are old.She has silver hair all over her head, her back is also arched, and if she walks a little faster, she has to ask the younger generation to help her.

Unlike Wei He, the two sisters have no descendants of blood. Instead, they brought back two orphans from the war outside during the most difficult period.

The two middle-aged men, a man and a woman, who are supporting them now are their descendants.

The turbulent wind kept rolling up the curtains in the mourning hall, and a few pieces of unburned paper money were blown out of the brazier, rubbed all the way on the ground, and blown out of the gate.

The lights in the mourning hall flickered, as if some voltage was unstable.

"Where's the third brother?" Wei Chun coughed a few times, looked around, and found no trace of his younger brother Wei He in his cloudy field of vision.

"..." Wei An shook his head silently.

Now he has seen his father less and less.

It's not that he can't find anyone, but every time he sees his father's young face that still looks like a middle-aged man, he feels more and more unhappy.

But now in the era when true qi disappears, it is too eye-catching for someone like Wei He to put on an exaggerated face.

Wei Chun was slightly disappointed that she didn't see the person she wanted to see. She stepped forward and bowed solemnly to Wan Qingqing.

"Let's go slowly, brother and sister. In a few years, Yingzi and I will look for you again." Wei Chun sighed.

She has recently felt that her body has begun to fail, but after all, she is so old.He still experienced the most difficult times of famine and worked as a miner.

The body has already been damaged, and it has been properly maintained to be able to live up to now without disease or disaster.

Wei Ying looked at the two young people in front of Wei An, their youthful faces were in a daze, as if seeing Wei He when he was young.

Among the two, the elder brother's eyes are very similar to Wei He's, while the younger brother's nose and face shape are very similar.

"Wei Rong, Wei Tao, you..." Wei Ying wanted to say something.

"It's not good! The ancestor is gone!!"

Suddenly, someone shouted urgently from the yard outside, followed by the sound of the crowd running around looking for someone.

Wei An's face changed immediately, he stood up and wanted to rush out.

There is only one person in the entire Wei Mansion, who is qualified to be called the ancestor.

That is Wei He.

He had actually guessed that his father would probably leave here at some point.After all, after the death of his mother Wan Qingqing and Princess Hanquan Sima Wuque, Wei He had nothing to worry about.

I just didn't expect it to be this time.

"Stop it, if the younger brother and sister are not still there, I'm afraid the little brother would have left." Wei Chun sighed. "It's enough to stay for so long."

"That's right, if my little brother intends to leave, no one can stop him." Wei Ying nodded.

It has been more than 30 years since the Great Moon destroyed the country.

Now, I watched the familiar people around me leave me one by one.

Around more and more lonely, lonely.

Such a feeling must be difficult.

"The old ancestor went out alone, and there was no one to take care of him. In case of danger and trouble..." Wei Rong, a grandson, was a little worried.

"Now outside the warlords are divided, and the war is endless. Our Haijia side is occupied by Yao Chenghui's Yao Jun.

This person has a temperamental temperament, and he used to pretend to be a robber for military expenses. Grandpa is out alone, in case he encounters a rebel or something along the way..."

"Don't worry, your grandfather is not an ordinary person, so he can't suffer." Wei Chun shook his head.

Chapter 573 Investigation

"Many times, people always like to recall everything about their past."

Wei He stood on the top of a small hill, looking at the tall Tai Chi picture of the royal tomb in the distance.

He thought about going in one last time to try it out, but unfortunately...he still couldn't do it.

More than 30 years.

No matter what the result is, in his heart, he wants to leave some thoughts for himself.

"Xu Wu... sooner or later, I will think of a way to solve the method of cultivation!" Wei He has already made a decision in his heart.

The way forward for martial arts is over, and he has no way to do anything other than use martial arts skills and brush up his primordial blood all these years.

True energy and true blood require both true energy and real beasts.

Even if you are not a real person, you still need to consume a large amount of high-energy alien animal flesh and blood to improve step by step.

But the alien beasts were originally derived from the blood of the real beasts, and now the alien beasts are also extinct.

Only common beasts.

Wei He tried it, the same set of Tianyin Jiufa True Kung Fu.

I can't even practice at the basic stage, and I can't get up to the second blood.

The True Strength system collapsed, and the True Blood was at a dead end.

Because the true blood completely relies on the blood in the body.

On the contrary, it is the warrior system of Seracla, which only tempers its own body to the limit.Combat strength is somewhat useful.

But this kind of tempering has reached the limit, and because there is no real energy, real beasts, strange beasts, etc. to nourish oneself, it is impossible to produce knight aura at all.Unable to prolong life and recover itself.

So Wei He tested the Sierra warrior system, which is very exciting to practice, but the more you practice, the faster you die...

He has tried all three ways, but unfortunately... none of them can go through.

Come down from the top of the mountain.

Wei He walked slowly away from the mausoleum.

The concern is gone, and now he still has 300 years to live, so he will use this time to look at the world, to see where the only opportunity to break the situation that can continue to move forward amidst the changes in the general situation is.

After careful investigation over the years, he found that it is very likely that the eldest sister Yuanduzi did not return to the mausoleum, nor did she die in the open space.

Even the feathers she dropped in front of the mausoleum lasted so long before they collapsed.

The master sister Yuan Duzi is so cultivated, it is even more impossible not to see even a little wreckage.

Moreover, there is another key that caused Wei He to leave to find clues.

That is, when he went out for an outing a few years ago, he happened to meet some tourists who were looking at Tai Chi pictures.

From these tourists, he learned.

In the hometown of two of the visitors, there are legends of giant black birds flying across the sky.

The description of the black bird is very similar to the appearance of the big sister Heiyin Kunpeng.

After getting the news, Wei He couldn't sit still.

But at that time, both Wan Qingqing and Han Quan needed to take care of themselves, and their serious diseases were difficult to cure. If it wasn't for his medical skills to forcibly dispense medicines to hang them, the two girls might not survive a hundred days at all.

Being able to hang for such a long time is already the limit.

If he had left at that time, the two daughters might not survive three months.

So for the sake of his family, he forcibly suppressed the impulse in his heart.

Afterwards, after careful inquiries one after another, Wei He discovered that the world after the disappearance of true qi did not seem to be as ordinary and simple as he thought.

Biological weapons are indeed out.

The normal basic gunpowder weapon comes into play.

The 30 years of innovation have allowed the former Dayue Ground to develop into a state similar to that of the previous Republic of China period.

The guns and cannons have been perfected again, although their power is not as exaggerated as when they were made with exotic and real animal materials.

But it is also completely enough to deal with ordinary people.

The most important thing is that without the warriors who come and go high and high, ordinary people and careerists have begun to grasp the right to speak.

The warlords used various methods to occupy the major territories of Da Yue.Divide this once ancient empire into many pieces.

More people, more guns, more artillery, is power!

This is the theme of this era.

But these alone are not enough to move Wei He, whose explosive speed can easily reach more than twice the speed of sound.

What really shocked him was what he heard from outsiders about the strange things that erupted in various places.

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"Selling sweet-scented osmanthus soup! Sweet osmanthus soup, if you don't taste it, you don't need money! A bowl costs five cents!"

The peddler carrying the burden swayed, walked along the street, stepped on the slightly damp mossy stone road, and yelled all the way.

The pole was on his shoulders, bending and straightening as he walked.

It's seven o'clock in the morning.

Occasionally, a few patrolling soldiers in dark blue uniforms were seen, shaking their heads and carrying their guns, yawning lazily and taking a walk.

In Ningzhou City in the early morning, there was still a faint white mist.

The peddler walked for a while, called for a while, but there was still no business, so he decided to lay down his burden and take a rest at the steps in front of a medicinal herb shop.

The herb shop is not yet open, but the sound of people packing things can be vaguely heard inside.

"The best sugar water, rock sugar osmanthus soup! Five cents a bowl, no money if it's not good!" The peddler yelled again.

"Give me a bowl." A deep male voice sounded from behind the vendor.

The hawker's eyes lit up, and finally a business opened.

He turned around quickly, but saw a two-meter-tall man like an iron tower standing in front of him wearing a thick gray and black cloak.

The burly man had a chin beard, his whole head was covered by a cloak hat, and he wore a strange black short-sleeved bodysuit.

The undergarment was very thin and looked weird, like the shorts worn by coolies walking around the streets, but the material was obviously not cheap.

The peddler felt strange, but judging from the material of the clothes, the man in front of him was definitely not a poor man.

At least it should be of a family with spare cash.

After all, these days, if you don't have any family background, you can't grow such a big man.

Without further ado, he untied the thick cloth for heat preservation, opened the lid, and skillfully scooped out a bowl of rock sugar osmanthus soup with the wooden spoon hanging inside, and handed it to the other party.