"Wang Yang, do you think we can really become immortals?"

The two teenagers sat cross-legged on the ground, facing the statue, their eyes full of yearning.

A thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy who spoke, dressed in gray sackcloth, held his chin with one hand, looked unremarkable.

The young man named Wang Yang next to him has a heroic spirit between his eyebrows, his figure is burly than Wang Ping, and his height is also higher than Wang Ping.

When Wang Yang heard this, he tilted his head and looked at Wang Ping: "You ask me, who am I going to ask?" ”

Wang Ping nodded, it's right to think about it.

Wang Ping continued: "It is said that immortals can live for more than a hundred years, you say, is it true? ”

Wang Yang patted his thigh and said excitedly: "That must be true, other immortals can still be young and immortal." ”

When it came to longevity, Wang Yang's eyes looked at the statue, and his tone became extremely excited.

"Isn't that the old immortal?" Wang Ping snapped his fingers with his slender fingers, with a disapproving expression on his face, the yearning for immortal cultivation in his eyes was actually not as heavy as Wang Yang.

"I'm sure I can become an immortal, maybe the next time my uncle comes back, I can follow my uncle to ask Dao Mountain." Wang Yang raised his head slightly, looked at the statue, and said in a very affirmative tone.

The statue in front of him is his uncle: Wang Hao!

When Wang Ping heard this, he couldn't help but sneer, full of disdain: "Just like you?" Can you become an immortal? You're afraid you're going to be an immortal! Could it be that just because Wang Hao is your uncle, you can become an immortal? People also have to look at qualifications, okay? ”

Wang Yang's face turned dark, obviously unhappy: "You know a hammer, my uncle has a good heart, and he is a good seedling for cultivation." In the end, Wang Yang said that the smug on his face was undoubtedly showing off to Wang Ping.

"Hehe..."Wang Ping said with a dry smile: "He also told me the same." ”

In fact, what Wang Hao said to Wang Ping was: If you have immortal roots, you are a good seedling for cultivation.

Wang Ping continued: "Cultivation must have immortal roots, if we really have immortal roots, we would have been picked up a long time ago, and we still have to wait until now?" Wang Yang, recognize the reality! ”

"Harm, who can say this accurately? What if we are the fish that slipped through the net in the eyes of the immortal master? ”

Wang Ping was speechless, patted Wang Yang's shoulder, and said earnestly, as if the elders were educating the juniors: "Wang Yang, listen to my brother's advice, don't daydream." ”

The two often go to the town below the mountain, and they heard that Mr. Storyteller tells all kinds of fairy legends, and after listening to it too much, it is inevitable that Wang Yang will have such fantasies.

The two chatted happily, but they didn't notice that someone had quietly come behind them.

"You two are bragging here again, will you come with me to mow the grass?" Behind the two of them suddenly came the voice of a girl, and the girl's voice was as gentle and crisp as a pechoin.

The girl who spoke, looking about thirteen or fourteen years old, with two pigtails on her head, wearing a light green shirt, a thin melon seed face, a slight smile at the corner of her mouth, a pair of clear eyes staring at the two of them, she was carrying a basket behind her, and a sickle in her hand.

The two turned to look at the girl, a trace of complexity flashed in Wang Yang's eyes, but he concealed it well, he smiled and said: "I cut a lot yesterday, and I won't go today, you can go." ”

After Wang Yang finished speaking, his eyes looked at Wang Ping beside him, and the girl's gaze also fell on Wang Ping, while the girl looked at Wang Ping, a trace of delicate red appeared on her face, as if she was shy.

Wang Ping scratched his head and was about to promise her, but at this moment, a shout came from afar, and as soon as he heard the voice, Wang Ping knew that this was his mother's voice, and its voice was so loud that the whole village could hear it:

"Wang Ping, are you coming or am I coming?" The tone was full of impatience, which made Wang Ping's heart tremble.

Communication depends on roaring in the village, which is undoubtedly the best way to find people, after all, the village is not big.

When Wang Ping heard this, he frowned, with a reluctant face, he opened his throat and replied loudly with resentment: "I'll be back soon!" ”

"Hmph, you don't go, I'll go by myself."

The little girl pouted a little unhappy, turned around angrily and walked towards the outside of the village, Wang Ping scratched her head, a little anxious, and didn't know what to do?

Wang Ping thought about it, but still chased after him, Wang Yang couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly when he saw this.

Wang Ping walked in front of her, and Lin Xiaomei raised her head and looked at the sky.

Anyway, he just didn't look at Wang Ping, like an angry little chicken, Wang Ping said helplessly: "You're going to get married, why are you angry." ”

"The devil is going to marry you!" Lin Xiaomei was very angry in her heart, as if it was her mother's fault, hum!

Wang Ping believed Lin Xiaomei's words, and his face couldn't help showing anxiety.

Wang Ping touched his neck in a panic and found a white jade pendant, which was engraved with a very exquisite word 'Ping', and Wang Ping ripped off the jade pendant.

The corner of Lin Xiaomei's eyes has been paying attention to Wang Ping, and when she saw Wang Ping's eagerness, she turned her head curiously: "What are you doing?" ”

Wang Ping held a piece of white jade in his hand and said to Lin Xiaomei: "This jade is our family's ancestral, it's amazing!" This piece of jade is warm all year round, and my mother said that I never get sick with this jade. ”

Wang Ping took Lin Xiaomei's little hand and stuffed the white warm jade into her palm.

Bai Yu started, it was indeed warm and comfortable, Lin Xiaomei knew that this was too precious, grabbed Wang Ping's hand, and hurriedly said, "No, no!" It's so precious, I can't take it. ”

"You take it!" Wang Ping was very strong, and there was a faint kind of posture: If you don't accept me, I will turn my face.

After speaking, Wang Ping ran towards the entrance of the village without looking back, Lin Xiaomei didn't have time to react, Wang Ping ran far away, and it could be seen that he was really afraid that Lin Xiaomei would regret it.

Seeing such a scene, Lin Xiaomei couldn't cry or laugh, and while her heart was moved, a trace of tears appeared in her eyes at some point.

She stomped her feet, and said with a smile in her mouth: "I'm afraid this guy is a fool, and the family affairs have been decided, can the old lady still run away?" Actually a scholar still sends a love token? It's naïve! ”

Although she said this, her heart was warm and sweet.

They are real childhood sweethearts, two little guesses, and they are also recognized by the village, a pair made in heaven.

is also because of Lin Xiaomei, Wang Ping's yearning for cultivating immortals is not as strong as Wang Yang.