Chapter 2: Raising a grandson

The place where Wenjing lives now is a small village at the foot of the Xiangyang Mountain Range.
The entrance to the village has a clear spring eye, cool and sweet, with a hint of aura, the legendary immortal who stopped here to stop drinking water, so it is called Qingquan Village.
The folk customs here are simple and the place is small. The men, women and children add up to dozens of people. Which night to beat the children, less than dawn, the whole village knows. The villagers rely on mountains to eat mountains, and most rely on the herbs and wild animals produced in the Xiangyang Mountains for a living.
Qingquan Village is not a good place, but it is a bit fairy.
Wen Jing, who 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, the Xiangyang Mountain Range moved slightly, shaking, Wenjing was like a fool, and there were many messy pictures in front of him. Since then, a little bit of the past life has come back.
In the world he lived in, this cognition made him wrong for a while. When he understood his identity, he immediately woke up and slowly planned his life.
Specifically, his current question is: how to live.
An old and a small sitting at the wooden table, Lu Yunfei and slyly looked at Wen Jing, face kindly.
"Jinger, how have you cultivated recently?"
One of the introduction techniques of Xiuxian is divided into one to thirteen layers. It can be bought from the nearest Xiangyang Town of Qingquan Village. Two pieces of Lingshi.
The fish-flavored eggplant is fresh and smooth, and the entrance is instant. Wenjing has to admire Lu Yuntian's cooking skills. He swallowed two mouths and said slowly: "It still stagnate on the third floor and cannot break through."
Lu Yunfei smiled: "Isn't it fun to play recently?"
"There is no fun, it seems to have encountered a bottleneck."
Lu Yunfei was silent, and smiled and said: "After another three months, the Qingxu Jianzong opened the mountain gate five years and recruited disciples. Grandpa is also worried that you can't get in."
"Grandpa don't worry, grandson will work hard." Wen Jing anxiously promised, full of filial piety.
Lu Yunfei hooked his nose: "If you break through the fourth floor, Grandpa will take you to Fuyang Town to play, what do you want, Grandpa will buy you something."
"it is good."
Day after day, Wen Jing played the role of a filial grandson, and with the kindness of Lu Yunfei, the fire was pure, and he dared not let him see the strange.
This road Yunfei, in fact, is not his grandfather.
Wen Jing is a child who has been abducted.
The real life experience has been untestable. When Wen Jing was three years old, he was taken to Qingquan Village by Lu Yunfei.
Up to now, Lu Yunfei has only one purpose -
Take the lead.
Lu Yunfei’s qualifications are low, and he has only practiced seven layers of practice for a lifetime. Now that he is in his 90s, he will go to the woods, and he will not be reconciled to death. Fortunately, he found an ancient scroll many years ago, which will allow him to temporarily condense and then win. Over the years, he has been looking for qualified children, wanting to take a young body and come back. Finally, the sky is not dead, let him encounter Wen Jing by chance. Lu Yunfei was overjoyed and turned him to Qingquan Village to settle down and raise him in the name of Grandpa.
If this old ghost took his body, Wen Jing is a dead end...
Therefore, from the time he remembered, he has been looking for ways to escape.
He tried to escape, but found that Lu Yunfei used a magical charm to ban him on him, so that he could not run out of Sanli Village. He also thought about rebellion, but unfortunately the repair of this road Yunfei is already a seven-layered practice. Wenjing even fights for cultivation and can't beat it.
As for asking for help from the villagers, it is even more nonsense.
The villagers are simple and good people, do not understand cultivation, and have never heard of the election. Tell them, just toss your life. Moreover, Lu Yunfei is a generous old man, knowing the book, and loving his grandson. How can someone believe in this child?
The chance of success in winning is only 20% to 50%. The bigger the gap between the cultivation of the immortals, the easier it is to win, and the more the failure. Lu Yunfei has been afraid of death for many years, and this has only been dragged on to the present. However, the day when the Qingxu Jianzong Shanmen opened wide was imminent, and he had to fight it out.
As one of the five major sects, the Qingxu Jianzong only enrolled under the age of sixteen, and cultivated as a cultivator who has already reached the fourth floor. Therefore, Lu Yun flies to let Wen Jing rise to the fourth floor. Otherwise, after about one year of defeat, he could not cultivate, and Lu Yunfei could not become a disciple.
In the book, despite the small chance, Lu Yunfei succeeded in winning the battle. He entered the Qingxu Jianzong in the name of "Lu Jing" and became a young disciple.
The situation is urgent, Wen Jing does not dare to have the slightest luck.
He has already broken through the fifth layer of practicing Qi, but Lu Yunfei has not learned the "Eye of the Eyes" and can't see the depth of his cultivation. However, if he wants to rise to the seventh floor of the practice gas within three months, he will compete with Lu Yunfei, but he is an idiotic dream.
As a diehard reader, Wen Jing only hopes that this will help a little.
The rain outside the window is getting bigger and bigger.
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