The Taoist priest didn't hold out any hope, and casually injected a trace of spiritual power into Lan'er's forehead, such an extremely small spiritual power would not be visible to ordinary people, even if they had a spiritual root.

But Lan'er was an exception, at dusk, the golden glow sprinkled on the grass, and a cyan light rushed into the sky, breaking through the dim dusk and illuminating the entire village.

And the runes on Lan'er's spiritual root are also extremely rare, it is a rare once-in-a-century heavy name bird, reflecting the sun's rays to the sky, all the envious eyes are looking up at the power that rushes to the sky, only Lan'er is casual, curiously looking at those envious and jealous eyes, I don't know what they are surprised about, and what they are angry about.

"Genius, genius, there is such a powerful spiritual root, whose child is he?" The Taoist priest was very happy and surprised, and couldn't wait to ask the village chief.

Although the old village chief doesn't know how to cultivate immortals, but about the spiritual root, the village chief only knows a little bit about it, and he sees Lan'er's talent, which is also the first time in sixty years that the village chief has seen such a powerful spiritual root.

"He is a child of the Evergreen family, he is a child of the Evergreen family......"

And at this time, Changqing also caught up with Xuanyuan Po, for the immortal cultivator who walked against the wind, it was still easy to catch up with a child, Xuanyuan Po squatted next to an old tree, where he was crying quietly, his face was full of fear and guilt. "Don't cry, come home with me, it's not your fault that you can't cultivate immortals, why do you have to be a dragon and phoenix among people, the pride of the sky, you are also very happy to be an ordinary father." This one is up to you. Changqing put the wooden sword in front of Xuanyuan Po, Xuanyuan Po ran too quickly in the jungle and fell halfway, Changqing picked it up.

Xuanyuan Po thought that his father would beat him, but he didn't expect that his father not only didn't blame himself, but also tried his best to comfort himself. "Three hundred and sixty lines of champions, you can still make a difference if you can't cultivate immortals, don't be sad, go home with your father, how about your father teach you martial arts?"

"Martial arts, what is martial arts, is it more powerful than cultivating immortals?" Xuanyuan Po took the wooden sword, but found that there were three more words on the wooden sword, "Xuanyuan Sword", and this beautiful handwriting was tantamount to his father's writing.

Changqing hesitated for a while: "If you study hard, you will definitely be better than those who cultivate immortals, and this doesn't require any talent, as long as you work hard, you will definitely succeed." ”

A smile leaked from Xuanyuan's pursed lips: "Really?"

"Really, when did your father lie to you, come and come to your father to carry you home. ”

Changqing and Xuanyuan Po returned home, but tonight's home was extremely lively, usually there was no one else except his own family, after all, Changqing was poor and couldn't open the pot, and he couldn't afford to invite anyone to come to the house as a guest, and the money he earned was barely enough to maintain the lives of his children and Zixuan.

At this time, the sky was completely dark, the faint candle flame was swaying in the house, and the Taoist chief and the village chief were sitting on the bed of Changqing's house with a smile.

Seeing Changqing coming back, the village chief said enthusiastically: "Changqing, you can be regarded as back, something big has happened in your family, Lan'er can cultivate immortals, and her spiritual root is stronger than anyone else." And his rune is the Heavy Bird. ”

After Changqing heard this, he was first overjoyed, and after the joy, his face became gloomy again, and he said reluctantly: "Lan'er can't cultivate immortals." ”

"Why? She is so talented, why is she ......" The village chief was puzzled, he didn't know why Changqing would ruin the child's future.

"If you are worried about the cost, you can rest assured that this recruitment of immortal cultivation is the purpose of the God King Zhuan Xuan to gather righteous people from all over the world, and all the fees for cultivating immortals are free. The Taoist chief persuaded.

"The God King. Changqing sighed deeply, silently in his heart. But no matter how the village chief and the Taoist chief did their ideological work, Changqing remained silent and did not agree to their request.

When the helpless Taoist chief left, he left a piece of jade pendant for Changqing, which is very small but very fine in workmanship, and the surface of the moist is carved with the lines of the unicorn playing in the water, which is made of good Hetian jade.

Before leaving, the Taoist chief said: "I am a disciple of the Qinghui Daoist in Panlong Town, if you want to be clear, let Lan'er take this jade pendant to Penglai Academy in Panlong Town to find the Qinghui Daoist, he will definitely take Lan'er in...... Farewell. Don't let your child be buried. ”

In fact, in Changqing's heart, he was very happy that Lan'er had such a high talent, but he took Xuanyuan into account.

He was afraid that Lan'er's immortal cultivation would affect Xuanyuan Po, that Xuanyuan Po would come into contact with immortal cultivation things, and that the demonic beasts in his body would break through the seal and endanger the world.

Although Xuanyuan's broken spiritual root was sealed, in Yaoshan, there were people who broke through the seal of Zhu Xianzhen and started cultivating again.

Changqing is faced with a difficult choice, one is the future of his son and daughter, and the other is related to the safety of the people at dawn in the world.

In the middle of the night, Changqing sat alone in the courtyard enjoying the coldness, looking up at the bright moon in the sky, even if it was blocked by dark clouds and broke through the darkness to regain light.

At this time, Xuanyuan Po also walked out quietly. "Dad is so late, why don't you sleep yet?"

Xuanyuan Po sat beside his father, "Dad, why don't you let your sister go to cultivate immortals, she is so talented." ”

Changqing was silent, not knowing how to answer Xuanyuan Po's question.

"Dad, I will definitely listen to you in the future, I will work hard, can you let my sister go to cultivate immortals?" Changqing turned his head to look at Xuanyuan Po, and Changqing saw firmness and intention in this child's eyes.

Changqing hesitated for a long time: "For Lan'er, are you really willing to give up everything?"

Xuanyuan Po didn't know what his father meant when he said such words.

"Yes. Xuanyuan Po nodded slightly and replied, this is the answer in his heart, he is really willing to give up everything for this sister.

"Then you promise your father, no matter how Lan'er cultivates immortals, from now on, you are not allowed to touch anything about cultivating immortals, can you do it?"

Xuanyuan Po looked at his hands quietly, and after hesitating for a moment, he affirmed: "I promise you, from now on, I will never touch anything about cultivating immortals, and I will no longer have any illusions about cultivating immortals, I will follow my father's ideas and be an ordinary ordinary person." ”

Xuanyuan Po's words did not fall, Changqing hugged Xuanyuan Po lovingly, tears appeared in the corners of his eyes, "My good son, my good son......"

At this time, Changqing's heart was filled with not only the guilt of Xuanyuan Po's biological father, but also the guilt of Xuanyuan Po's life.

Everything that followed was as Xuanyuan Po thought, and the next morning, his father and mother took Lan'er to follow the Taoist chief and went to Panlong Town, the nearest town from here, but he was abandoned at home alone.

But Xuanyuan Po was not angry because of this, because he had promised his father that he would not approach the cultivation of immortals by half a step, let alone the academy of cultivating immortals.

As usual, Xuanyuan Po led a few old sheep to the river outside the village to graze the sheep, Xuanyuan Po was by the river, holding the stone and throwing it in the water, although he had been pretending not to be angry on the surface. But in fact, there were still some complaints in his heart, he complained about why the heavens didn't give him a spiritual root, why he couldn't rely on his own ability to benefit his family.

"Why, why ,......"

Xuanyuan Po shouted loudly, his voice echoing through the empty valley, this was his only way to vent. Just as Xuanyuan Po was complaining, there was another melodious sound mixed in the echo of his waves.

"The sound of the flute is the sound of the bamboo flute, why is there such a beautiful sound of the bamboo flute here?"

Xuanyuan Po tied the two old sheep to the weeping willow tree next to him, and looked for the source of the flute along the river, and as the flute became clearer and clearer, Xuanyuan Po finally found the person who played the flute.

The man was at the corner of the river, where a field of wild reeds and weeds grew, swaying slightly in the wind.

On a slender reed, a man in a black trench coat stood on it, the man's body seemed to be light to the limit, and he could stand on the tough silk reeds, although he stood on the reeds, the reeds were still fluttering with the wind, and the chic figure of the man in black was also swaying with the grass like fluttering flakes.

The beautiful sound of the flute came from the flute in his hand, and the sound of the flute was so harmonious with the gurgling stream and the light sound of the birds.

Seeing Xuanyuan Po's arrival, the beautiful flute gradually stopped, the man laughed heartily twice, and then stepped on the gentle river surface to Xuanyuan Po's face, he seemed to have been waiting for Xuanyuan Po here for a long time.

Xuanyuan Po watched a stranger treading water coming from Lingbo, and took two steps back in a panic.

"Are you Xuanyuan Po, Changqing's son?" the man came to Xuanyuan Po's side and asked, the man was wearing very mysterious clothes, not only wearing a long trench coat, but also a large hat covering half of his face, only the mouth was exposed.

But listening to the voice, you can tell that this should be a man in his twenties.

"You, how do you know my name?"

The man didn't answer him, just silently took out a seed from his pocket and put it in Xuanyuan Po's hand. "You don't need to know who I am, you just need to know that I'm here to help you, I know everything about you. You want to cultivate immortals, but you don't have spiritual roots, and your father is also hindering you in every possible way, making you give up cultivating immortals. Am I right?"

"How do you know this?" Xuanyuan Po lowered his head and looked at the glowing seed in his hand: "But there is one thing you said wrong, my father didn't stop me, it's just that I don't have a spiritual root and can't cultivate." ”

The man smiled bitterly and said, "I hope you will think the same way in the future...... Okay, I'll give you a chance to cultivate immortals now, are you willing to ask for it?"

"Can you cultivate immortals without spiritual roots?" Xuanyuan Po was first overjoyed, and then fell into a deep depression, because he had promised his father that he would not have anything to do with cultivating immortals.

"I know what you're thinking, you promised your father that he wouldn't be involved in anything in the Immortal Cultivation Realm anymore. In front of this stranger, everything about Xuanyuan seems to be transparent, whether it is what he thinks in his heart or his past, this person knows it.

"Then I'll give you another chance, give you a chance to become stronger without cultivating immortals, are you willing to ask for it?"

You can become stronger without cultivating immortals, you can achieve your dreams without breaking your oath, in the face of such a powerful temptation, Xuanyuan Po was pleasantly surprised: "Really?

The man nodded: "But you need to promise me one condition?"

"What conditions?" you say. ”

"What you met me today is only known to God, you know and I know, and you are not allowed to tell anyone, including your parents and all your relatives, and this seed in your hand should not be seen by anyone. Xuanyuan Po hesitated for a moment, nodded and agreed to him.

The man laughed twice: "Since you promised me, then you will be my apprentice from now on, and I will tell you the way to become stronger now."

Do you see the seed in your hand? That's how you become stronger, and from now on, you will need to drop a drop of your blood on this seed on the first day of every month, and when this seed blooms, you will have the most powerful power in the world. ”