Zhang An, you really don't plan to take the cultivation class?"

A little girl with two ponytails and big watery eyes asked.

She was carrying a small pink bag and wearing a light blue over-the-knee skirt, blocking a boy's path.

"Jiang Xiaoyu, as I said, I won't go to the cultivation class. ”

The boy has a beautiful face, but his face is a little pale, and in a pair of black pupils, there is a maturity beyond his peers.

"However, the teacher said that you have a once-in-a-century cultivation talent, once you take the cultivation class, the state will waive all your fees, and will give you spirit stones as scholarships every month......

Jiang Xiaoyu's eyes were full of puzzlement, she didn't understand, why was this guy in front of her so hard-hearted and unwilling to practice?

As early as after Immortal Master Zhang broke the shackles of the ancestral star with a sword, the world changed greatly.

The original rules and institutions were completely broken, and after decades of development, a new social model was gradually formed.

Cultural courses can still be learned, after all, there are still many people in this world who cannot practice, and ordinary people are needed to become teachers, officials, policemen, drivers and other professions.

It's just that, compared with the past, the status of ordinary people now is difficult to reach too high, even if he becomes the top leader of China, it is difficult to say that he must stand at the top.

Because in the eyes of many people, the journey is a sea of stars......

These people are cultivators.

The heavens and the earth have changed greatly, and more than one-tenth of the people have the cultivation qualifications in an instant.

And this kind of cultivation qualification, extended to newborns, is even more terrifying, every ten babies are born, at least three, can practice!

What a horrific proportion?

All of a sudden, cultivation became the main theme of society.

There are too many cultivators who fly with Edgeworth, and now, when ordinary people go to and from work, they are no longer shocked by the sword light that flies in the sky from time to time, because it is a very common thing.

If you want to become a master, you can only become a practitioner.

This is now a universal value.

Jiang Xiaoyu, who is still young, knows this very well in her heart, so she doesn't understand that this stupid Zhang An obviously has a super super super super powerful cultivation talent, but he is hard-hearted and unwilling to practice.

"The principal, the class teacher, and the leaders of the Education Bureau have told me countless times about what you said. Zhang An blew the hair on his forehead, but he stretched out his hand and touched Jiang Xiaoyu's head: "I don't want to practice, I just don't want to, so don't bother anymore." ”

"But, but ......" Jiang Xiaoyu's big eyes were full of tears, and he said aggrievedly: "I tested it, I have a high-grade spiritual root, my family has already enrolled me in the Qingcheng Mountain crash course, I am about to be beaten, my mother said, once I embark on the path of cultivation, from now on, I will be a person of two worlds with you...... Stupid Zhang An, do you understand!"

The little girl is in love, at this hazy age, with a hazy good feeling, she actually doesn't know what she wants, but she doesn't want to be separated from the boy in front of her.

She didn't want to walk herself on a parallel line that could never intersect and forget someone.

Zhang An's face was stunned, he looked at Jiang Xiaoyu for a long time, revealing a bright smile.

"Congratulations. ”

Tears poured out of Jiang Xiaoyu's eyes, stomped heavily, turned around and ran away.

"Stupid Zhang An, I hate you!"

Looking at her back, Zhang An sighed deeply, his fist was clenched several times, and then released.

"Why? ”

A mellow voice came slowly.

"Dad. Zhang An turned around, saw the man, and said, "I promised you that if you don't practice for the rest of your life, I will fulfill my promise...... But I don't understand, why, you don't let me practice?"

Zhang An's father, a middle-aged man who looked a little young, reached out and wiped his short stubble, looking deeply at his child.

"Because, cultivation is not a happy thing, and once you set foot on this path, it is difficult to turn back...... I named you Zhang An, and I hope that you can be safe. ”

Zhang An was silent, and after a long while, he nodded.

The middle-aged man is naturally Zhang Heng.

He touched Zhang An's head, took him, and walked back.

A very ordinary unit building, dinner had already been prepared, Zhang An pushed open the door, although he was in a slightly melancholy mood, he still greeted the woman in the apron at the kitchen door.

"Hello Aunt Luo. ”

Speaking of Aunt Luo, Zhang An had to admire his father.

Every day, someone cooks for themselves.

But the people who cook are different.

Although Zhang An is young, he can also see the unusual relationship between these women and his father, and the kind of love he treats like his own son.

Yesterday it was Aunt Jiang, today it was Aunt Luo, do the math, tomorrow it should be Aunt Xu.

Luo, who looks like he is in his thirties, is still beautiful and moving, but has a little more middle-aged charm, still smiled and said.

"The meal is ready, let's eat it. ”

Luo is still a good cook, but Zhang An has something on his mind and doesn't eat much, so he returned to his room.

"Is this kid unhappy again because of his cultivation?"

Luo still asked.

"Yes. Zhang Heng nodded, lay on the sofa, and said: "I have also been shaken, when the universal values of this world are mainly practice, he will often feel lonely and envious, maybe I am wrong, I should let him practice." ”

"However, eight years ago, I found a wisp of resentment in his soul. ”

"That wisp of resentment is the calamity that still remains of him, once he embarks on the path of cultivation, one day, it will completely erupt, and when the time comes, it may cause him to lose his life. ”

The root of resentment.

Unlike resentment, the root of resentment cannot be dissolved.

When Zhang An was refined into a resentful spirit by Ding Sifan, his divine soul had been characterized, and then Zhang Heng purified the resentment, making him start his life again, it seems that he is no different from an ordinary child, but in fact, he is still resentful, and eight years ago, it broke out.

For Zhang An, it was a serious illness.

But Zhang Heng knew that that time, it was Zhang An who was curious about cultivation and secretly learned a practice mantra from his classmates.

The cold aura that belonged to the resentful spirit almost killed him.

Fortunately, with Zhang Heng on his side, he suppressed it in time.

"Even Immortal Master Zhang, who is famous and worshiped by the entire Ancestral Star, can't he remove the root of his illness?" Luo still sat gently on the side, reaching out to press Zhang Heng's shoulder.

"No, this trace of resentment can only be completely uprooted when he is at the end of his life, and when the time comes, he will enter reincarnation, and he can start a really, his own life with a clean soul, but in this life, he can't practice. Zhang Heng said.

"What a pity for this kid. Lowe still sighed.

Night.

The lamp in Zhang An's room was still on, and he held his chin in the palm of his hand and looked at the galaxy outside the sky.

Decades ago, Zhang Xianshi used the Terran Temple to shape a galaxy.

blocked the way for outsiders to enter the ancestral star.

At first, people thought that no one could enter the ancestral star.

But I didn't expect that from time to time, there would be people coming from outside the sky, and each of these people who came was pure-minded, and they were qualified, stepped into the temple of the human race, and got the inheritance.

After that, few people chose to leave, but started a sect in Zuxing and taught disciples.

Speaking of which, if it weren't for the arrival of these visitors from outside the heavens, it would have been difficult for the Ancestral Star's cultivation path to develop to such a prosperous level.

That's because the original ancestral star's cultivation sect was almost cleaned up by Immortal Master Zhang.

Only those sects with good reputations and upholding justice have survived.

Those who are evil and have evil calculations will either be destroyed or driven out of the galaxy and go to other worlds.

"Other World ......"

Zhang An sighed, how much he wanted to know what kind of world would be behind the galaxy.

It is said that on the ancestral star, there are already many cultivators who have gone beyond the galaxy to find new experiences.

This is something that every practitioner dreams of.

Whenever he sees that brilliant galaxy and thinks of an even more brilliant world, Zhang An's heart always throbs inexplicably.

But he was not an ordinary child after all, and soon, he calmed down.

"Dad won't let me cultivate. ”

He muttered.

In the depths of his soul, there is always a voice that will sound in his sleep.

"In this life, don't cultivate the Tao. ”

This voice is somewhat similar to Dad, but it looks younger and a little tired.

Every time Zhang An thought about it, his heart felt a little throbbing.

It seems that there are things that should have been remembered, but he has forgotten.

"I don't cultivate anymore, but I still have to live a brilliant life!"

Zhang An suddenly figured it out, he broke the pencil on the desk, and a bright light was released in his eyes.