Chapter 2 Raising grandchildren

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Wen Jing now lives in a small village at the foot of the Poyang Mountains.

At the entrance of this village, there is a crystal clear spring eye, cool and sweet, with a touch of aura. It is said that the passing fairy stopped here to drink water, so it is called Qingquan Village.

The folk customs here are simple and the place is small. Men, women, children, and children add up to dozens. Which one hits a child at night, the whole village will know. Villagers rely on mountains to eat mountains, and most of them depend on herbs and wild animals from the Poyang Mountains for a living.

Qingquan Village is not a great place, but it’s a bit fairy.

Wen Jing, lived in this quiet village for ten years.

How did he come to this world? Not sure.

In the first few years, Wen Jing was as ignorant as other babies and had no memory. At the age of seven, when the Poyang Mountains moved slightly, shaking, Wen Jing seemed to be foolish, and many chaotic pictures appeared in front of him. Since then, bit by bit of the previous life has returned.

Let’s live in the world of “The Hell of All Living Beings”, this cognition made him stumble for a while. When he understood his identity, he immediately sobered up and slowly planned his life.

Specifically, his question now is: how to live.

An old and a young boy were sitting at the wooden table, and Lu Yunfei looked at Wen Jing with a kind face, kind.

“Jinger, how well has” Pure Gong “been cultivated recently?”

“Pure Ming Gong”, one of Xiuxian’s entry exercises, is divided into one to thirteen floors. You can buy one of the two spiritual stones in Poyang Town, closest to Qingquan Village.

The fish-flavored eggplant is fresh and smooth and melts at the entrance. Wen Jing has to admire Lu Yuntian’s cooking skills. He swallowed twice and said slowly: “Still stuck on the third floor, unable to break through.”

Lu Yunfei smiled, “Did you play hard recently without practicing?”

“No fun, it seems to have encountered a bottleneck.”

Lu Yunfei was silent, and said with a smile, “After another three months, the Qing Xu Jianzong will open the mountain door once every five years and recruit disciples. Grandpa is also worried that you can’t get in.”

“Don’t worry, grandson will work hard.” Wen Jing anxiously promised, his face full of filial piety.

Lu Yunfei ticked his nose: “If you break through the fourth floor, Grandpa will take you to Puyang Town to play. Whatever you want, Grandpa will buy it for you.”

“OK.”

Day after day, Wen Jing plays the role of filial piety to his grandson, and with Lu Yunfei’s kindness, the fire is pure, and he dare not let him see the strangeness.

This Lu Yunfei is actually not his grandfather.

Wen Jing is a kidnapped kid.

The real life experience is no longer testable. When Wen Jing was three years old, he was brought to Qingquan Village by Lu Yunfei.

So far, Lu Yunfei has only one purpose-

Looting.

Lu Yunfei’s qualifications are low, and he has only practiced Qi Qi in his lifetime. Now in his nineties, he is ready to die, and he is not willing to wait for his death. Fortunately, he found a scroll a few years ago, which will allow him to temporarily consolidate after death, and then win the house. Over the years, he has been looking for children with good qualifications. He wants to capture the young body and start over. Eventually, the sky did not perish him, letting him meet Wen Jing by accident. Lu Yunfei was overjoyed and turned him into Qingquan Village to raise him in the name of grandpa.

If this old ghost takes his body, Wen Jing is a dead end …

So he has been looking for ways to escape since he remembered.

He tried to escape, but found that Lu Yunfei put a restraint on him with a magic charm, making him unable to run outside Sanli of Qingquan Village. He had also thought about resisting, but unfortunately Yun Fei’s cultivation was already the seventh floor of Qi training. Even though Wen Jing had tried his best to practice, he could not fight.

It is nonsense to ask the villagers for help.

The villagers are simple and good people. They do n’t understand cultivation and have never heard of looting. Tell them it’s just a drag on their lives. Moreover, Lu Yunfei is a generous old man who knows the literature and cares for his grandson.

The chance of success in winning a house is only 20% to 50%. The larger the gap between the cultivation of the immortal, the easier it is to win a house. Lu Yunfei has been afraid of death for many years, and this has now dragged on. But the day when the gate of the Qingxu Jianzong Mountain was wide open was imminent, and he was about to escape.

As one of the five major cults of true cultivation, the Qing Xu Jianzong only recruits those who are under the age of sixteen and cultivate to the fourth level of practice. Therefore, Lu Yunfei was anxious to let Wen Jingsheng rise to the fourth level of training. Otherwise, he cannot practice for about one year after he loses his house, and Lu Yunfei cannot become a disciple.

In the book, despite the small chance, Lu Yunfei succeeded in winning the house. He entered the Qing Xu Jianzong under the name of “Lu Jing” and became a young disciple.

Wang Jing is afraid to have any luck.

He has broken through the fifth layer of Qi training, but Lu Yunfei has not learned “Sky Eyes” and cannot see the depth of his practice. However, if he wants to rise to the seventh level of practicing qi within three months, and compete with Lu Yunfei, it is a dream.

As a devoted reader of The Robbery of All Living Beings, Wen Jing just hopes that this will help a little.

The rain outside the window is getting heavier.

Several peaks stood in the wind and rain, with a hint of faintness.