To say that the fairy root is really rare, Kunlun Penglai has a heart of compassion, the fairy root will land on the newborn in Kyushu every year, regardless of family background, regardless of talent, only fate.

There is an ignorant little bastard in Renhe Town, a little bastard with fairy roots.

The little bastard's parents are grooms, and they run around to pull goods to earn hard-earned money to support the little bastard's education.

The little bastard's qualifications are mediocre, and the money from his parents' lives makes him not slip away in the school opened by Xianfu.

The little bastard elm has a brain, and he doesn't understand the eight-sided exquisiteness, let alone the sophistication of human feelings.

The little bastard is cheap-skinned and hard-skinned, has no money and no right to rotten his life, but he secretly learned the arrogance of the Penglai immortals.

Today, on the twenty-eighth day of the lunar month, the snow is like a silver needle, and it falls on the numbness of the face without pain or itching.

The little bastard walked outside the school with his purple satin moire satin satin Most of his classmates also carry such satchels to school.

On both sides of the door of the academy are beast sheds, where all kinds of low-level fierce beasts are chained.

Most of these fierce beasts were bought by families with some power and wealth for the young masters and girls to use for their use in the school.

There was a white horse taller than a goat in the barn, and as the children frolicked, the short horse flicked its tail and kicked its hind hooves the flower-tailed leopard lying on its side.

The flower-tailed leopard, a fierce beast, curls its tail and pretends to lick its paws, as if it had never happened.

The wind in the northwest is really terrible, drilling into the cuffs and into the neckline.

The little bastard tightened his collar, the little pony he was riding was picked up by his father on the road, saying that it was two corn cobs and a basin of water, and he found a mount for his son.

People who cultivate immortals all have mounts, how can the little bastard not have them?

This little pony is not called a pony, the little bastard named him Dabai, and hopes that one day it will grow tall and big.

But Dabai is not angry, the amount of food is not small, and the size is not long.

The little bastard rode the big white and squeezed a way out of the knees of his classmates. The embarrassed appearance made the uncle who bought the sugar gourd at the entrance of the school laugh again.

The heat spread through the two nostrils of the big white, which gave the little bastard's face some warmth, and they walked slowly out of town.

There was a wild lake outside the town of Renhe, where the reeds were overgrown, and the little bastard looked at the lake from afar, and an old man in a long leather jacket was fishing by the lake.

"You kid has a good mouth!"

Before the little bastard dismounted, the old man pulled the fishing rod with a smile, and a big fat fish hung on the hook and writhed.

The little bastard smiled and didn't speak, patted Dabai's buttocks, and told him to go to the snow to find some tender grass to eat.

I took out two portions of rice wrapped in lotus leaves from my satchel, rubbed my hands and placed them next to the fire.

"White rice should be boiled in the morning dew to be delicious."

The old man turned his head and sniffed, as if to blame the man for cooking.

The little bastard snorted lightly and carefully placed his satchel on the ground, which also contained two snacks.

As the only Xianfu School in the town, lunch is naturally very rich.

The old man sniffed again, looked at the little bastard's satchel and said, "Hungry?" ”

The fat, big grass carp rolled on the ground a few times, and the little bastard swallowed, intending to cook it.

"There's a way to eat fairies, have you ever heard of it?"

The old man wanted to tease the little bastard, saying that he would take the scales of the fish and remove the gills, and then empty the belly of the fish, stuff it with a piece of sweet snacks and roast it on the fire.

"It tastes so sweet and sweet."

The old man talked nonsense and looked at the little bastard with a grin.

The little bastard didn't look up, and picked up the gravel at his feet and slashed open the fish's belly.

"If you want to eat, I'll take two more pieces tomorrow."

The little bastard wiped a handful of cold fine sweat from his forehead.

The old man chuckled, and the fragrance of white rice mixed with the fragrance of fish wafted into this lonely place.

Snow is scattered on the surface of the lake and on the fragrant white rice.

In a clearing among the reeds, the little fluorescent light that flickered in the firelight seemed to be the most unique condiment.

The firelight lengthened the shadows of the old and the young, and the residual heat drove away the cold.

"Go back!"

"Go back!!"

On the other side of the lake is the main road leading to the town, which is bustling at this time.

The little bastard hurriedly pulled two mouthfuls of rice, stuffed the last bite of fish into his mouth, and wiped his mouth with his sleeve.

As the sound of carriages on the main road drew closer, the little bastard hurriedly straightened his clothes.

I didn't forget to pull off the reed pole next to me and scrape the dirty snow on the side of my shoes.

"I'll get you some snacks tomorrow!"

The little bastard hurriedly picked up his satchel and ran down the main road.

A group of fifteen carriages, led by two immortals from the Asakusa Realm. The rest are grooms.

The little bastard stood at the intersection of the town, and Daddy's carriage was at the end of the line.

At a glance, he saw white smoke coming from his father's old cigarette stick.

Dad said that if you go home on the 28th of the lunar month, you will definitely be able to go home.

Every time Dad said that the time would not be bad, and the little bastard was waiting at the entrance of the town every time.

Before the convoy could reach the little bastard, a lean woman trotted over.

"Are you afraid that you will trouble Uncle He again?"

The woman rubbed her son's face and lightly tapped her finger at the little bastard's forehead.

No matter how cold it is, my mother's hands are always warm.

The little bastard was led by his mother and returned to the other side of the lake.

"It's good to come back, it's good to come back."

He Laohan squinted his eyes and glanced at the little bastard's satchel.

"Please take care of it, my son is not sensible."

The little bastard's mother glanced at the two lotus leaves on the ground, and the fish with only white bones.

A parchment wine bag was pulled out from the cloth bag behind him.

"Out of the way, out of the way." He Laohan stroked his beard, he knew what kind of person the little bastard's mother was.

After happily taking the wine bag, Uncle He muttered to himself that this thing is good.

"Uncle He's wine is bitter. It's not good to drink. ”

The little bastard standing beside his mother suddenly said, and his voice did not fall,

The back of the head was slapped heavily by his mother.

"You kid is getting more and more ignorant and rude."

The little bastard was glared at by his mother, and then turned his head and smiled again.

"I think he's very sensible."

The fire by the lake was emanating and gradually collapsed to the ground, dotted with stars. He Laohan looked at the mother and son who were far away, took a sip of wine and said:

After three rounds of wine, I only taste one sip at a time, where do I know that my old man's wine is good.

yes, old man!

He Laohan's wine gourd mouth turned downward, and the only remaining wine flowed into the lake, causing a large ripple.

The procession of carriages that entered the town formed a circle, and in the middle of the clearing stood two immortals.

The horsemen stood aside in an orderly manner, and this trip could make the family have two more plates of meat dishes on the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner.

"Don't always bother others, you have to pay it back."

The little bastard sat in front of the car with his mother, and his mother nagged softly.

It doesn't matter if you owe favors, or if you owe money to eat, you can't afford to pay it back, but you are poor and spineless.

If you owe too much, everyone else will avoid you.

The little bastard held his satchel in one hand and looked at his father.

Dad is always the last, the pressing goods is the last, and the silver is also the last.

When the last one is nothing bad, the gun shoots the first bird.

"Liu Xianshi, the day after tomorrow, the thirtieth day of the lunar month, my son will take the Xianfu Mansion, and what my son wants to go to most is your Taiyu Palace."

The little bastard's father took the silver he had just received into his arms and smiled, and there was an extra cloth bag in his palm, and he stuffed it into Liu Xianshi's hand with a smile.

Don't forget to wave his hand into the distance, and let his son come over and make a familiar face in front of Liu Xianshi.

Liu Xianshi has seen a little bastard, but he is just a child with mediocre qualifications.

He has seen a lot of such a noble son. Father and mother use hard-earned money to pave a fairy road for the heirs with fairy roots.

The little bastard grabbed his little satchel all the way to his father's side.

"Ask someone!"

was slapped in the neck by his father, and the little bastard hurriedly bowed and shouted:

"Immortals are good"

Liu Xianshi looked at the bulging cloth bag in his hand, which contained Hui Lingsan, which was an indispensable immortal medicine for immortals to cultivate immortals.

Just such a small bag is enough to make the little bastard's family live for more than a year.

"You should know something, your father and mother smashed the pot and sold iron, and risked their lives to let you learn immortals, you can't live up to their hard work."

Liu Xianshi glanced at the satchel on the little bastard's body, and instantly sneered.

The little bastard has been learning immortals for seven or eight years, and his father and mother have worked hard to provide for him, and the immortal level has only reached the dust and smoke realm.

Generally, fifteen or sixteen-year-old children, as long as they have fairy roots, with more effort and the support of fairy grass, most of them can go to the sandy realm.

Listening to Liu Xianshi's words, the little bastard just nodded, and the hand on the satchel still didn't let go.

"Immortal, look at my son......"

The little bastard's father smiled innocently, although his son was weak, it was also a blessing that the poor couldn't ask for. Now it's in the dust.

If you do it for another seven or eight years, if your son goes to the Dinggen Realm, he will be able to ask for an iron job in Xianfu.

"I will also go on the thirtieth day, if I have the opportunity to enter my Taiyu Palace, I will definitely take care of it more."

Liu Xianshi stuffed the cloth bag into the cuffs, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

Farewell to Liu Xianshi and the others, the family of three rushed home by moonlight.

"it, Liu Xianshi said that our son may enter the Taiyu Palace!"

The little bastard and his father set up a horse together in front, and the mother sat in the back with a smile on her face.

"Hurry up, get home and make some warm soup for your grandfather!"

The mother nagged as usual, reminding the two to look at the road from time to time.

The little bastard was finally willing to open his satchel, and the two pieces of snacks wrapped in oiled paper were intact.

The heart is also relaxed.

The two pieces of dim sum were placed in the hands of the father and mother, and the little bastard's two red faces were full of smiles.

The oiled paper was uncovered by a rough hand, and when I bit it, it was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, sweet to the heart, but not greasy at all.

"Delicious! This road is full of rice noodles, just full of top, just tasteless! ”

The little bastard's dad smiled and held the snack in both hands, and sucked the residue into his mouth along the palm of his hand.

The residue on his beard had not been taken care of, and he suddenly opened his mouth and said:

"Don't take food from the school in the future, let people see and look down on us."

Although the little bastard's father is still unsatisfied, he doesn't forget to teach his son.

"What does Dad always give you, people live for a lifetime?"

"It's worth the price!"

The little bastard picked up the next sentence with understanding.

"How high is your spirit, I'm afraid that I haven't eaten my share, bring it back to us!"

The little bastard's mother looked into the distance, and the fine snow squinted, and the water flashed in her eyes.

The snack in her hand was not opened, but carefully placed in her pocket.

The wheels squeaked and sang on the snow-covered ground.

On the way home, it's always cheerful.