"Son, you can't die, if you die, what will my mother do?"

Feng Wan moved her fingers with difficulty, didn't she die suddenly because of ten surgeries in a row? How can you still hear the sound.

I just wanted to open my eyes to see what was going on, but my head hurt, and strange memories flooded in.

After digesting it for half an hour, Feng Wan was able to figure out the current situation.

She was dead, but her soul was worn into a book of immortal cultivation that she was chasing.

This article mainly tells the story of the genius girl Li Xuanyu who picked up opportunities all the way, advanced and broke through, and with the help of many male supporting actors, she succeeded in her Taoism and achieved positive results with the male major.

And she is now dressed as the eighteenth-line cannon fodder who was drowned in the first chapter of the book.

The original owner is also called Feng Bang, five years old this year, and she is the concubine of the second room of the Feng family in the mortal realm of the Nine Desolations Continent.

The Nine Desolations Continent is divided into the mortal realm and the cultivation realm.

Here, a child can take a spiritual root test when he or she is five years old.

The single spirit root, also known as the heavenly spirit root, is the most precious and scarce. Down there are the Twin Spiritual Roots, the Three Spiritual Roots, the Four Spiritual Roots, and the Five Spiritual Roots.

In the Nine Desolations Continent, where the aura is gradually decreasing, the four spirit roots can barely be cultivated, and the five spirit roots are not much different from mortals.

Of course, being able to get a big opportunity is another story.

After all, in the cultivation realm, chance is often more important than innate qualifications.

And Feng Wan is even worse, three days ago the spirit root test, the test crystal ball showed that she has no spirit root, she is a complete mortal.

Feng Wan sighed silently, at first he knew that he had entered the cultivation world, and he still wanted to have a journey of immortal cultivation and immortal ascension, but now I am afraid that it is difficult to live.

"Son, it's great that you're awake."

A beautiful woman pinched her handkerchief and threw herself on her.

Feng Wan received all the memories of the original owner, and the beautiful woman in front of her, Ling Shi, will be her nominal mother from now on, and she will protect her as much as possible.

The Ling family was just a mortal, because of his good figure, good looks, and good looks, he was carried into the second room of the Feng family as a concubine.

The Feng family hopes that she can give birth to a child with a single spirit root or a double spirit root.

It's a pity that it backfired, and the two of them are now almost forgotten by the Feng family.

The original owner felt that he had no face to see people, and he was absent-minded when he walked, so he fell into the water and drowned.

Feng Wan raised his little fat hand and patted Ling's slender back.

I have to say that although the Ling clan can't cultivate, and he hasn't attended the mortal academy for a few days, the child is raised for nothing.

"Mother, I'm fine."

"It's okay, come on, take the medicine first."

Ling's autumn-like eyes looked at Feng Wan gently.

Feng Wan nodded obediently, "Well, thank you." ”

Feng Bang's body is good, and she was all right after lying in bed for three days, and during this period, she also thought a lot.

Mortal cultivation of immortals is going against the sky, what if there is no spiritual root, maybe there will be a miracle, how can you be worthy of your own rebirth if you don't fight.

After making up his mind, Feng Wan planned to try his luck at the market, it was impossible to lie at home and wait for pies to fall from the sky.

The fairs of the mortal realm are sheltered by local families, and mortals and monks can set up stalls as long as they pay a booth fee.

The Feng family is located in Zhaofeng City in the mortal realm, and it is one of the four major Xiuzhen families, and the bazaar that Feng Bang is visiting now is protected by the Feng family.

In order to maintain order here, the Feng family sent monks with good cultivation to patrol and protect.

Although she was only a five-year-old doll walking alone in the market, she would not be in any danger.

Feng Bang walked around, there were those who sold array plates, some sold magic weapons, and some sold talismans, but he didn't see anyone selling pills, could it be that pills are very scarce here?

Feng Wan continued to walk forward with his little short legs, listening to the cries that came into his ears from time to time, and subconsciously touched the purse on his waist.

That's Ling's, embroidered by hand with a needle and a thread, the workmanship is very exquisite, she likes it very much, it's just too deflated, there is only a little broken silver in it, or Ling's thrift and saving.

Although these things in the bazaar are all of the lowest level, to the immortal cultivators of the mortal realm, these things can be called treasures.

When she first arrived in the cultivation realm, she was very curious about these things, but none of them could afford them.

Everything that the monks used needed to be purchased with spirit beads.

In the Feng family, only those who can cultivate are worthy of having a spirit bead, and neither she nor the Ling clan have seen what the spirit bead looks like.

Even the food I usually eat is ordinary white rice, not spiritual rice with aura.

The stalls are next to each other from east to west, and you can't finish shopping in a few hours.

Seeing that it was getting dark, Feng Wan planned to go back first.

While passing by a small stall, the dress and temperament of a stall owner caught her attention.

I saw that the man was wearing a shabby black robe, and his gray hair and beard were messy.

It is difficult for immortal cultivators to judge their age, some people may look twenty years old, but in fact, they may be two hundred years old, or two thousand years old.

But this man's hair and beard are gray, and his real age should be not small.

The stall owner was probably too lazy, so he randomly pulled a piece of black cloth and spread it on the ground.

On the small black cloth, there were more than 100 demon beast eggs, all of which were crookedly squeezed together.

Every monster egg looks similar, but there is an alternative one, which is particularly ugly, the kind that can cry ugly.

The monster egg is the size of an adult's palm, and it doesn't have the same colorful and beautiful eggshells as other eggs.

On the contrary, the white eggshell is covered with irregular cyan spots, just like a person with a full face of pockmarks, dense, so that people never want to take a second look.

Feng Wan retracted his gaze and left the bazaar on his short legs.

The stall owner, who was originally closing his eyes and recuperating, sat up slightly straight when Feng Wan looked at the demon beast egg.

looked at the weak back that walked away, glanced at the ugly monster egg again, and continued to close his eyes and recuperate.

As soon as Feng Wan returned to their secluded and humble courtyard, the Ling clan anxiously greeted them.

"Son, where have you been, why did you come back?"

Ling Shi worriedly hugged Feng Wan into his arms, the fall into the water three days ago really frightened her.

Feng Wan looked up with a fat little face, a pair of big eyes, black and white, no matter how you look at it, he is a smart child.

Ling's eyes turned red again unconsciously, her son, why is her life so bitter.

Feng Wan saw that the Ling clan was about to cry again, so he was busy smiling and enlivening the atmosphere.

"Mother, I went to the market today and met a white-bearded old man."

Ling's attention was really attracted, "But what happened?" ”

"Well, the old man said that seeing my face is excellent, I must be a lucky person."

Feng Wan said this not simply to make the Ling clan happy, but also to pave the way for what he was going to say next.

Ling Shi was happy when he heard this, "Really? ”

"Hmm." Feng Wan nodded vigorously to increase his credibility.

She had actually met a white-bearded old man today, but she hadn't said those words.

It's not all about lying, even if it's a white lie, Feng Wan comforted herself.

Ling Shi was so happy that he didn't know what to do, and he paced back and forth with his handkerchief.

"I'll tell your dad the good news right now."

"Wait, my father probably doesn't believe it."

Feng Bang said in his heart, the Ling family is really simple and easy to deceive.

She must leave this little mortal world in the future, what will she do then?

"Ah, what then? Ever since I knew you didn't have a spiritual root, your father didn't come to our yard at all. ”

Ling was about to cry.

"Mother, my grandfather asked me to practice with him every day, and then tell my father that it was not too late when I was a child."

After listening to Feng Wan's explanation, Ling Shi was a little uneasy, "Son, let's say hello to your father first, and let your father check it too."

What if that old man is not safe and teaches you badly?

Besides, you are a child of the Feng family, and everything has to be agreed by the elders of the Feng family. ”

Feng Wan sighed silently, although the Ling family was kind, he was really pedantic.

The Feng family almost didn't care about them anymore, and she was also judged to be unable to cultivate, could it be worse than this?

In the eyes of the Feng family, her entanglements are probably self-inflicted.