Because his mind has become an adult, Zhao Lengfei can't play with other children, and he has long been surprised by the conversations of several children behind him, as if he didn't hear it, and it's not the first time he's heard others talking about him behind his back, he has long been used to it, what other children think of him, he doesn't care at all. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Zhao Lengfei's parents didn't feel strange at all that he showed his precocious mind, especially his father Zhao Qingshuang, who completely regarded him as an adult, which gave him access to a lot of information that children of the same age could not access in advance, Zhao Lengfei knew very young that there was a very special kind of people in Dashengguo, and these people were called cultivators.

Zhao Lengfei has read a lot of books have been more or less concise or detailed records of the deeds of cultivators, it is rumored that some of the cultivation of the true magic power is extremely mysterious, for them to fly away, moving mountains and reclamation is not much of a difficult thing, and even some cultivation masters can live forever and ascend to the fairyland.

Zhao Lengfei didn't believe that those cultivators really existed at first, he thought that the people here made it up, because according to the description in the book, the skills of those cultivators have caught up with the immortals in the myths and legends of the earth.

But his father told him that the deeds of these cultivators were not entirely made up, there were really cultivators in reality, and his father knew several of them, and there were also many cultivators in the royal worship of Dasheng Kingdom.

However, the cultivators his father said could only use some simple spells, such as praying for blessings and asking for rain, Bu Ji asking for evil, drawing talismans to catch monsters, etc., although they sounded much stronger than ordinary people, but compared with the cultivators who called for wind and rain and flew away from the sky and the earth described in the book, the gap was too big.

Of course, this may be because the few cultivators his father knew and those cultivators worshiped by the royal family were just some guys who had just started cultivating the truth, so they were so different from the ones described in the book. After all, the cultivators mentioned in the book are all hermit masters who have cultivated for thousands of years, and they disdain to deal with ordinary mortals, let alone be hired by others to manage those mundane things in the world.

Anyway, the cultivator really exists here, and Zhao Lengfei understands in his heart that even he can be reincarnated and reborn, and what else is impossible to appear here.

"After cultivating the truth, can I really live forever and ascend to the fairyland as the book says, will I have a chance to return to the earth after I learn it?" The more he knew about Xiuzhen, the more Zhao Lengfei longed for Xiuzhen, and with such lofty ambitions, it was impossible for him to pay attention to those ordinary children.

"Young Master, you're back." As soon as Zhao Lengfei entered the house, a maid who was pruning flowers and trees in the courtyard hurriedly stopped what she was doing and said hello.

"Well, Sister Xiu, where is my mother?" Zhao Lengfei was expressionless and cold when he met those children, but now he was smiling and his tone was kind, and his performance before and after was like two people.

"Madame has been in her own room all afternoon." The maid who was called Sister Xiu by Zhao Lengfei replied.

"Okay, I know, Sister Xiu, you can help me take my schoolbag back to the room." Zhao Lengfei said as he handed the schoolbag to Sister Xiu, and then he straightened his clothes and walked towards his mother's room.

"The little master is so sensible, cute, and approachable, and those children in the town are still saying bad things about the young master behind his back, it's really annoying." Sister Xiu looked at Zhao Lengfei's back and muttered in her heart.

The first thing Zhao Lengfei did when he went home was to say hello to his mother, this is a routine that thunder can't move, Da Shengguo respects filial piety, the division of the elder and the young is very strict, and the children must respect their parents and brothers and sisters, but Zhao Lengfei does this but has nothing to do with the etiquette here, his respect for his mother is from the heart, he just wants to do it.

Mother Tian Yunting regards herself as her life, she has cared for her since she was a child, and she loves her to the extreme, Zhao Lengfei sees it in her eyes and remembers it in her heart, how can she not be moved by it, although she counts her previous life, her mother's age is younger than herself, but in his heart, even if she has the experience of ten lifetimes, he is proud of a mother like Tian Yunting, his feelings for his mother are real and not the slightest false, except for the things in his previous life, he and his mother almost have nothing to talk about.

"Mother, I'm back." Zhao Lengfei pushed open the door and said to his mother who was embroidering in the house.

"Hail is back, are you thirsty? Mother happens to have fragrant tea here, drink it quickly, why didn't your father come back with you today? Seeing her son come back, Tian Yunting asked happily.

"Well, thank you, my father, I want to stay alone to teach a few students something, and those fathers have taught me in advance, so I will come back first." Zhao Lengfei was really a little thirsty, and after speaking, he took the tea handed by his mother and drank it in one go.

Zhao Lengfei's father Zhao Qingshuang just hung a teaching position in the town's school at first, who knew that because Zhao Qingshuang's fame was too big, once the news came out, the number of people who came to study was countless, how could a small school accommodate so many students, and finally had to build a university hall in the town that could accommodate thousands of people.

With the increasing number of scholars in the school in recent years, this school has gradually developed into the largest school in Yingbei Province, and the scale of Yingliang Town is of course getting bigger and bigger, and now many people have begun to call Yingliang Town Yingliang City.

In fact, Zhao Qingshuang is the same as an ordinary teacher in the school, he has never been a great writer, he is not strict with students at all, he knows how to teach students according to their aptitude, stupid students and bad students will make earth-shaking changes if he teaches for a while, and he not only teaches students the knowledge in textbooks, but also often tells students some things that cannot be learned in class, and teaches students some practical skills in life, almost every student likes to listen to him teach.

However, Zhao Qingshuang's classes are almost all dictated, and he rarely writes in the school, and even if he writes, he will erase it casually, because there are always some people who want to get his handwriting through various channels.

Because of his father's relationship, the harsh enrollment conditions of the university hall do not exist for Zhao Lengfei, he has not even been to the primary school in the town, when he was five years old, he began to go to school in the university hall with a group of teenagers in their teens or even twenties, Zhao Lengfei is also very competitive, his grades in the school have been among the best in recent years, and he is not bad for those teenagers who are much older than him, these deeds have achieved Zhao Lengfei's genius fame, making him famous in Yingnan and its surrounding provinces, Even quite a few people think that his future achievements can be compared to his father's.

His family knows his own family affairs, Zhao Lengfei knows very well how big the gap between himself and his father is, the more he knows his father, the more he knows what a real genius is, compared with his father, the genius in other people's mouths is simply a chicken and a real phoenix, a scalper and a unicorn, one in the sky and one in the ground.

Although Zhao Lengfei in his previous life was approachable, he was very proud in his heart, almost no one could make him sigh at that time, and now he is really sorry for his father Zhao Qingshuang, even if he is a horse, he can't catch up with half of his father.

Zhao Lengfei because of the memory of his previous life, so he didn't even get a little bit of inheritance from his father in his mind, there is an old saying that is very good, a genius must be precocious, but a precocious is not necessarily a genius, he has the memory of a previous life, precocious can not be early, and now he is just a pseudo-genius who fakes it through the memory of his previous life.

Over the years, there are two things that have plagued Zhao Lengfei, one is the memory of his previous life, even if he himself feels hopeless to return to the earth and return to the era in which he lived, but he still can't let go, every time he thinks of his family and Wu Qian, his heart is like a knife, and he desperately wants to find a glimmer of hope to go back.

The other thing is that he is now called a genius, he doesn't want to weaken his father's name, and he doesn't want to have a day when Jiang Lang is exhausted, so even if he has the memory of his previous life and his intelligence is far beyond ordinary people, he still has to take precautions and study hard.

Everything must be done well, better than other children, but not too much better, otherwise now all their hole cards are exposed, and there will be no progress in the future, how embarrassing it will be, and it will be too difficult to maintain this balance.

"Hail is tired from a day of class, let's go play." Tian Yunting patted her son's head and said with love, her son is different from ordinary children, he never wants any toys, and rarely plays games with other children, when he is accompanied, his son likes to listen to adults tell him about the strange things of the outside world, and when he is alone, his son likes to read all kinds of books in the study, she knows what her son likes to do, so almost all the time is arranged by his son.

Zhao Lengfei came out of his mother's room and went directly to his father's study, which was very large, hundreds of square meters, and was about to catch up with a small library.

On the south wall of the study, there are rows of windows, and the ridges around the outer windows are covered with green vines, and the vines are also blooming with flowers of various colors, red windows and green leaves, and the colors are just right. The roof of the study has a top window, the sunlight from the south window and the top window together, the spotless ground shines brightly, the east and west walls and the north wall have ventilation louvers, so the air in the study is very circulating, the faint fragrance of flowers coming from the window with the aroma of paper and ink in the study, people have a feeling of refreshment.

By the window is a very beautiful set of purple sandalwood tables and chairs, next to the table there is a large porcelain painting bucket, and there are many rolled calligraphy and paintings in the painting barrel, these are Zhao Qingshuang's works. The pen, ink, paper, and inkstone on the table are not ordinary things, they are neatly placed, and the ink jade inkstone, the wolf gold pen, the Pulong rice paper, and the Duhua ink block are all rare treasures outside.

In the corner of the table by the window, there are two very large seven-cup jade copper bucket lamps, light this copper bucket lamp at night, the light from the lamp barrel illuminates the desk very brightly, without the slightest dim feeling.

There are sixteen rows of bookshelves in the study, the shelves are neatly stacked with rows of books, these books are new and old, one end of each row of books on the bookshelf is labeled, there are history, hydrology, calligraphy, martial arts, gold and stone, poetry....... which makes people clear at a glance, and the two rows of wooden shelves close to the east and west walls are placed on all kinds of strange things, from literary porcelain jade to gold and stone swords, everything, all these books and strange things are collected by Zhao Qingshuang.

Zhao Qingshuang's biggest interest is to collect all kinds of books and strange things, especially for the collection of ancient books, very obsessed, many people know his hobby, they have taken a variety of ancient books in exchange for his calligraphy and painting, come and go, Zhao Qingshuang's collection is more and more abundant, everything in this study is arranged by Zhao Qingshuang himself, Zhao Qingshuang used to love to read, paint, practice calligraphy here.

This former father's study has now become Zhao Lengfei's paradise, opposite the big table and chair in the study is a set of small tables and chairs specially equipped for him, and even the things placed on the small table are the same as those on the big table, but they are all one size smaller. There was also a chair ladder with wooden wheels in the room, Zhao Lengfei was not yet nine years old, and his height was only half the height of these bookshelves, and he couldn't reach the books at the top of the shelves, but with this chair ladder, he could get any book on the shelf.

In the corner of the study, there is a copper-clad bookcase, the cabinet is locked, and even those precious cultural toys and stones, ancient swords and golden knives are placed on the wooden shelf, you can think of how extraordinary the things in this cabinet are. Zhao Lengfei once pisted his father to open the cabinet once or twice, and the cabinet was not filled with paper books, but with simple bamboo slips and a few volumes of ancient silk.

The bamboo slips are written on very ancient texts, and the content recorded in them is not incomprehensible to Zhao Lengfei at all, and the ancient silk is painted with some strange things, there are maps similar to gossip, maps, star charts, and maps that seem to mark the meridians and acupoints of the human body, but the annotation of each map is also using ancient characters that Zhao Lengfei can't understand.

Today's Zhao Lengfei doesn't dare to say that he absolutely recognizes all ordinary characters, and he doesn't understand ancient characters, so his father told him to teach him ancient characters when he is a little older. He couldn't eat hot tofu in a hurry, so Zhao Lengfei had to temporarily put away his curiosity and concentrate on studying the books he could understand.

At the bottom of the bookcase is a stone box, the box is also locked, the first time he saw this stone box, Zhao Lengfei especially wanted to know what was inside, but his father refused to open the stone box to show him, just told Zhao Lengfei that he was still too young now, and the contents must wait until he reached a certain age to see.

Although Zhao Lengfei was very curious, he knew in his heart his father's love for him, since his father said that he couldn't show himself now, he must have his reasons, so he didn't ask to see the things in the box, just thinking that he could grow up quickly.

Zhao Lengfei pushed the chair ladder to a row of bookshelves, carefully climbed the chair ladder, and pulled out a book from the top of the bookshelf, and then he carefully climbed down the chair ladder, holding the tall and thick book to the desk and sat down.

"Miscellaneous Records of Xingxiu Guyang", this is an ancient book written by a cultivator, the pages are not made of modern paper, Zhao Lengfei has read about half of this book, the author of the book is a practitioner named Gu Yang, he has compiled what he has seen and heard into this book.

According to the introduction in the book, cultivators are generally divided into three types: sect cultivators, family cultivators and scattered cultivators, as the name implies, refers to the disciples of the sect of Xiuzhen and the clansmen of the Xiuzhen family, and the scattered cultivators include more miscellaneous, for example, those declining disciples of the Xiuzhen sect and the declining Xiuzhen family clansmen After losing the protection of the sect and family, most of them and their descendants regard themselves as loose cultivators, and these cultivators are an important part of the scattered cultivation.

Then there are those registered disciples who are accepted by cultivators in the secular world, because they have not been introduced into the sect or family, these registered disciples do not even dare to say who their teachers are, these cultivators also regard themselves as scattered cultivators, and there are a very small number of ordinary people who have only received the guidance of cultivators, and they have become cultivators by chance, and they also belong to casual cultivation.

It is said that it is extremely difficult to get started with cultivation, if you are not born in the Xiuzhen family, then if you want to cultivate the truth, there is no other way than to go to the Xiuzhen sect to apprentice, because of some conditions, even if ordinary people have the cultivation of the true exercises, without the guidance of the teacher, without the help and support of the sect family, the possibility of success in self-study is zero.

Of course, it's not absolute zero, otherwise how was the cultivation of the truth created? It can only be said that the success rate of self-study is so low that it is negligible, there are no wonders in the world, and there are also a very few people with great luck, great luck and great wisdom, who have become cultivators in one fell swoop because of the secret treasures or exercises left by ancient monks, and these people are also casual cultivators.

Practice is one of the ways in which a cultivator practice, but later it was often referred to as a practitioner who practiced in this way, in which the practitioner left the sect and family when he or she reached a certain level of cultivation, and overcame all kinds of difficulties on the road to cultivate himself in a constant expedition.

Once a cultivator chooses the practice of practice, it is difficult to stay in one place for a long time, but the vast majority of cultivators still like to practice in one place, such as in their own sect or family, and the practice of practice is not very effective for the cultivation of cultivators, so most of the cultivators who choose to practice practice have special reasons.

This book records what the cultivator named Gu Yang saw and heard during his cultivation journey, but the book mainly records the strange events and visions of each place Gu Yang went, human geography, animals and plants, and the ancient and distant deeds he heard from other cultivators, without any description of the cultivator's cultivation realm and good cultivation methods.

According to the book, the continent where Zhao Lengfei is located is called Wenyuan Continent, Dasheng Country is in the easternmost part of this continent, there are more than 20 countries in the east of Wenyuan Continent, more than a dozen of which Guyang has been to, and the area of Dasheng Country at that time is only two-thirds of the current size, and it is already the largest one among the more than 20 countries in the east.

To the west of these countries, there is a long and narrow desert that runs through the north and south of the Wenyuan Continent, and it is not because of how narrow this desert is, but because this desert is too long. The climate in the desert was very harsh, and there were extremely fierce indigenous aliens and beasts living there, so ordinary people didn't have the courage to set foot in that place, and even cultivators didn't dare to cross that desert and go to the middle of the continent.

Although there is a desert barrier, but from ancient times to the present for so many years, there will be some news of the western desert, Gu Yang heard from other cultivators that these twenty or so countries east of the desert are only a small part of the Wenyuan Continent, and in the west of the desert, there are more than 100 large and small countries, among which the largest Dachen Empire occupies nearly one-fifth of this continent, with an area equivalent to seventy or eighty Dasheng countries, and there are many countries that are several times larger than Dasheng and more than ten times larger. In the north of this continent, there is also a vast ice field that even cultivators dare not easily set foot in, and no one can say how big the ice field is.

Gu Yang was not originally from the Great Sheng Kingdom, but was born in the Tanxi Kingdom in the Southern Six Kingdoms, and he himself did not fully believe in the news he had heard from other cultivators, but his cultivation was limited, and he was unable to verify the authenticity of these news.

Gu Yang finally sat in the cave he opened up in the Dasheng Kingdom, this ancient book was found in the place where he sat down, because the book records are all things such as notes on what he has seen and heard, and it does not involve the cultivation of truth, and it has little reference value for cultivators, so there is no concern for cultivators, and this book has a chance to fall into the hands of mortals.

In the eyes of cultivators, it is worthless, it does not mean that this book is really worthless, after all, it is an ancient thing, and it is the only one in the world, so this book is still extremely precious for people who like to collect antiques, and I don't know how much my father spent to exchange it back, the book is in many languages, fortunately, my father has made annotations in most places, so Zhao Lengfei can barely understand it.

Opening the book that was almost half as high as himself, Zhao Lengfei quickly turned to the page he had read last time, and quickly immersed himself in it.

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