Mo Sang didn't mean to embarrass him, not to mention that he is only five years old now.

"You've really figured it out? Now that the Wu family is gone, you are no longer the young master of the Wu family who is loved and cared for in the palm of your hand. The road to cultivating immortals is very difficult, there is a lot of pain and despair, are you sure you can survive it? I don't want to accept an ordinary person who can't endure hardship and gives up halfway! Mo Sang asked casually, playing with the dragon needle in his hand.

"I figured it out, I want to be very strong, not to be caught, and to protect the people I want to protect!" Wu Qiu said firmly.

"Good!" Mo Sang stood up, "What is your name, what is the spiritual root, and what are your qualifications?" "Of course she knows what kind of spiritual root Wu Qiu is, a rare mutated thunder spirit root, with a qualification of 6! And just now she had probed his luck, it was a red auspicious cloud!

"Grandpa the patriarch said that I am Lei Linggen, and my qualification is 6." Wu Qiu said sadly, he thought that a few days ago, the Wu family was lively and lively to test the spiritual roots of their group of children, and now there are only a few people left in the Wu family. He paused, at a young age, there was a hint of sadness in his milky voice: "My surname is Wu, and my name is hatred!" ”

"No wonder Concubine Su has taken a fancy to you," Mo Sang was not surprised to see Wu Qiu's thin little body trembling, "If you can withstand the pain of the sixty dragon needles in my hand, I will take you as an apprentice, of course, you can give up at any time during the period, but you can't follow me anymore." ”

Wu Qiu raised his little face and nodded vigorously: "Okay, then you must talk and count." ”

Mo Sang tugged at the corners of his mouth, he really wasn't cute since he was a child. Mo Sang held sixty dragon needles in his hands, and when he lifted them, the sixty dragon needles were connected end to end to form a bright and slender silk thread, drilling from the meridians at Wu Qiu's wrist.

Wu Qiu shivered in pain, put it into his mouth with his other hand, and bit hard. Blood trickled from his mouth to the ground, splashing bright blood flowers. Mo Sang calmly looked at the child's aching little face in front of him, but he didn't even say a word, and only with such a temperament that he was not afraid of pain or hardship, he could go far. In his previous life, he couldn't endure the boredom of cultivation, couldn't endure hardship, couldn't stand the pain, so his cultivation with a bunch of pills was not someone else's opponent at all, and he couldn't withstand the Soaring Thunder Tribulation! The most important thing in the path is the mind, and when you cultivate in a down-to-earth manner, you are also cultivating your mind. Zhou Zixuan has always been like a cockroach that can't be killed in the mortal world, never flinching, even if she is dead, she has to meet the requirements of her heart, so she can always see the rainbow behind the dark clouds.

It took a day for sixty dragon needles to pass through Wu Qiu's narrow meridians over and over again, wearing a blur of flesh and blood, and then went to the dantian to fight. Wu Qiudu felt that he had not been tested by Mo Sang at all, but that she simply wanted him to die. However, he may be the only person left in the Wu family, and he can't accept his fate! Wu Qiu closed his eyes, and his divine consciousness shuttled through the meridians along with the dragon needle, trying to make the dragon needle more docile, but what he got was a more violent pain. Finally, the dragon qi formed by the dragon needle began to be satisfied with the destroyed and unshapedly body, and retracted back into the dantian, quietly dispersing into a bright yellow mist.

Wu Qiu's blood-covered little face lifted up with difficulty, his eyes were unusually bright, with a strong longing, "I did it!" ”

Mo Sang nodded, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Yes, from now on, you Wu Qiu will be my chief disciple!" She took out a rejuvenation pill, crushed it, and used the qi in her hand to wrap and condense the aura into a silk thread that was thinner than the dragon qi, and entered from Wu Qiu's meridians.

Wu Qiu's little face tightened, thinking that it was another earth-destroying pain, and her eyes were staring at Mo Sang, did she regret it? But Ben's bleeding and numb hands and arms gushed out a warm feeling, and the blood stopped flowing, and that warmth followed the direction of the dragon needle, touring through the meridians over and over again. Until he was comfortable enough to sigh.

"The master is above, please accept the apprentice's worship!" Wu Qiu hugged his little hands, and simply knelt on the ground on his knees, and slammed his head on the ground. Three bows and nine knocks, he is very serious and sincere. Mo Sang was inexplicably excited in her heart, such a strong person was fooled by her to apprentice, alas, in the future, can she look for this kind of person everywhere to take her as an apprentice, so that she can sit back and relax and fly directly away?

Mo Sang investigated the situation after the Xia Wu Qiu Jing Dragon Qi reshaped the spirit root, and the Lei Spirit Root and the dragon energy were directly entangled, with the power of some mysterious ancient divine beasts. The qualification has been increased from 6 to 9! Sure enough, if you are young and have good qualifications, you can also expand the effect if you get the same opportunity! After the baptism of this reshaping and reorganization, Wu Qiu's cultivation has jumped from no cultivation to the fourth layer of the Qi cultivation period!

Mo Sang took out a jade slip from the space that he had usually recorded, threw it to Wu Qiu and said, "Now that your cultivation has reached the fourth level of the Qi cultivation period, it is time to practice exercises and spells, and you can comprehend it yourself." ”

Wu Qiu opened his mouth wide, could it be that he could change to the cultivation of his uncles for more than ten years after one day of pain? His heart was about to be joyful, but it immediately cooled down, there are people outside the world, and even the master in front of him doesn't know how long it will take him to reach her height. Wu Qiu held the jade slip in his hand tightly, and according to Mo Sang's method, he pasted the jade slip to his forehead, and the obscure words on the jade slip turned into a ray of light and entered Wu Qiu's sea of knowledge, making his brain swell with unbearable pain. He can endure the pain in his body, but he wants to die by hitting the wall with the pain in his brain.

"Now you're still young, it's not good to be greedy." With a wave of his hand, Mo Sang severed the connection between Yu Jian and him, "Once the divine consciousness is damaged, it will be difficult to repair it. ”

Wu Qiu nodded palely, "Master, I know." ”

"Let's rest here at night, you can also experience the feeling of sleepless cultivation of the lower cultivators." Mo Sang threw down a few array flags around him, fought a few legal battles, and then took out a night pearl the size of a human head. The radius was illuminated as daylight, and Mo Sang turned over his hand and took out the pots and spoons, as well as a bag of white spiritual rice. Wu Qiu sat next to him and meditated quietly, as soon as he closed his eyes and calmed down, he felt that the dark world was scattered with blue light spots, and these points were attracted by him to enter the meridians against his skin, and more and more thunder elements entered the meridians and converged into extremely thin silk threads. One Great Zhou Tian, a very shallow and almost invisible blue mist was precipitated in the dantian, which was intertwined with the previous bright yellow dragon qi and became a tender green. It's just a big week, and Wu Qiu feels physically and mentally exhausted, comfortable, and very contradictory. He opened his eyes, and a strong smell of rice hit his nose. His stomach rumbled uncontrollably.

"Come and eat, this is spiritual rice, which contains a strong aura, the favorite food of cultivators, but it is rare and extremely delicate. You eat less. Mo Sang handed over a small bowl.

Wu Qiu ate elegantly in one bite at a time, and his habits were good. Mo Sang thought with satisfaction that she was so obedient at the age of five, and it was really too easy for her to be a master. After Wu Qiu finished eating, he didn't dare to waste it, and entered the cultivation again.

Mo Sang sat on the edge of the tree, looking at the sky in the distance, his eyes did not blink until the sky was white. Mo Sang stood up and called Wu Qiu to start his journey.

Mo Sang and Wu Qiu were both wearing very old clothes, just like sisters and brothers from ordinary poor families, Mo Zang's appearance became delicate, and he didn't encounter too much trouble along the way. During the day, the two of them hurried, and at night they found a suburb, Wu Qiu meditated and cultivated, Mo Sang cooked spiritual rice porridge, and sometimes took out some spiritual wine. Wu Qiu didn't ask where they went, and Mo Sang didn't say. They passed through city after city, and in two months, the number of displaced people began to increase.

Wu Qiu was raised by Mo Sang with two meals of spiritual rice every day, and with the various states of life he had seen in the past two months, Wu Qiu's cultivation had been improved by two levels, and the Qi cultivation period was six levels!

On the road, groups of homeless people dressed in tatters and dirty bodies walked towards Mo Shan and Wu Qiu. When Mo Sang saw very young children who were no more than seven years old, he always had to come forward to investigate, there were very few spiritual roots, and most of them were still waste spiritual roots. However, Mo Sang does not have much sympathy, although Wu Qiu is a five-year-old child, but after these few days, he is no longer the same as he was at the beginning. Along the way, the master and apprentice are still walking together, and the more displaced people, the stricter the battle ahead.

"Senior brother, is the Duan family of Qi Lianguo really so powerful? Isn't there no chance of victory for Anguo? The pleasant voice of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl was evident in the noisy tea stall.

"That's also Anguo's own suffering, but there is a Wu family in this barren place, but it was taken by Lianwo, saying that it was civil strife, who doesn't know that it was the royal interference?" An equally young and delicate teenager said disdainfully.

Wu Qiu's eyes were a little red, was the Wu family really destroyed by the royal family? If not, why was Concubine Su able to arrest him?

"Apprentice," Mo Sang now likes to talk to Wu Qiu very much, add an apprentice, two lives, this is his first apprentice! "The immortal cultivation world has always been about strength, if you are strong enough, you can kill whoever you want, no one dares to say a word in front of you. But you must be worthy of your conscience, otherwise you will breed demons and you will not be able to enter the fairy gate. The matter of the Wu family, Anguo's suffering from this catastrophe can be regarded as compensation for you. ”

"Master, apprentice understands." Wu Qiu withdrew the tears in his eyes, "The apprentice will work harder to cultivate, so that the master can return to the immortal cultivation realm as soon as possible." ”

Mo Sang was stunned, he was so sensitive.

"There are a lot of people here, don't talk about it casually!" The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi beside the two young boys and girls said. "We're just passing through here, don't get too noticed, you two!" He looked sideways at the dozen or so children around him, and said with a stern face.

"With Uncle Shi's cultivation, I am not afraid of the Taoist monks of these small countries at all." The girl was dissatisfied.

"Senior sister, what Uncle Shi said is right, we have to keep a low profile and don't get into trouble. Or send these children to the ** land quickly! The young man reassured.

Mo San's eyes flashed with purple light, and the clouds on the child's head were all different shades of yellow or red, and there was even a child who was red! And the luck of the five people with children is yellow, but it is very light. Very unusual! If you can accurately find people with good luck and gather together, these people must have a plan! I wonder what the spiritual roots of this group of children are? The guardedness, fear, grievance, and stiff sitting in the eyes of this group of children are all forced