Gyeongphong Mansion is the capital of Jeongkoksan South Province, which was originally a prosperous place, but because of the secession of the Feng Dynasty more than 100 years ago, there were continuous wars, and it gradually declined. There are even some places that have become barren land.

However, more than 30 years ago, for some reason, the Feng Dynasty, which had been at a disadvantage, suddenly rose up under the governance of Emperor Xiao'an, destroyed the Shenjing Imperial Court, and unified the Zheng State.

As the old capital, Qingfeng Mansion became one of the accompanying capitals of the Feng Dynasty according to the practice of the dynasty.

After the war was eliminated, and there was the name of accompanying the capital, Qingfeng Mansion began to become richer day by day, and the city and the county seat under it actually presented a prosperous scene of busy traffic and people.

However, the villages near the major cities have not yet filled the population gap caused by the war, and many places are still desolate, or there are more women and children than strong men.

Sanyuan Township, single house.

The main room in the courtyard of the three.

"His father, the official issued an order, saying that Cong'er should be enrolled in children's school. If the children in Qingdu study well, they may have the opportunity to face the saint. ”

"Yesterday, I went back to my mother's house and borrowed some money from my mother's house, you go and check the examiner, and make sure that Cong'er gets a good ranking."

A beautiful young woman walked up to a middle-aged Confucian student, her eyebrows showed joy, and her tone was brisk.

However, the middle-aged Confucian who heard this seemed to be frightened, he quickly got up, waved his hand and said, "Don't! It's better to prevaricate this matter. Cong'er is still too young. ”

"Cong'er is eight years old!"

The young woman raised her eyebrows and said dissatisfiedly: "Shan Changxin, even if you love Cong'er no matter how much you love Cong'er, you can't let him stay by your side for the rest of your life." Do you want Cong'er to be like you, and you won't be able to win the lift for the rest of your life? ”

At this last sentence, the young woman suddenly felt that she was serious.

It's just that she didn't want to give in on this issue, so she could only stubbornly keep a straight face, purse her lips and look at the middle-aged Confucian in front of her.

"Good my madam, it's not that I'm reluctant to be smart for my husband, it's just ......" Shan Changxin looked anxious, and he paced back and forth in the room.

At last, as if he had made up his mind, he gritted his teeth, leaned into the young woman's ear, and whispered.

The content of his words is very simple, just some of what he saw and heard when he traveled a few years ago, and some insider information he heard from the same window.

"What? Soul sucking? Eating a living person? The young woman was taken aback by Shan Changxin's words, and her face was stunned and uncertain.

She was stunned for a long time, muttering to herself, repeating the words "can't go".

After a tea time, the young woman relented, and with a disturbed face, she wrung her handkerchief and said, "What now, father?" A few days ago, when the official arrived, I had already promised to let Cong'er go to the boys' school. ”

Hearing this, Shan Changxin's color suddenly changed, he was so angry that he slapped the young woman directly, "Why didn't you tell me in advance about this big thing?" ”

"You didn't tell me anything about demon cultivation. Isn't it a good thing for me to think about Cong'er entering children's school? ”

The young woman habitually retorted.

The voice fell.

Shan Changxin and his wife both showed remorse on their faces, and they didn't know what to do.

"I can only give birth to one again."

As the sky gradually darkened, Shan Changxin blew the fire and lit the oil lamp in the house, and he looked at the young woman with a tired face and sighed.

The people do not fight with the officials.

The official did not dare to fight with the immortal master.

Where did they, the small people, have the ability to fight against the demon cultivators?

Resist, the whole family will die.

"Your dignified husband, did you watch your son go to Qingdu to die?" The young woman asked sharply, wiping tears from her eyes.

She knew that her words were difficult for a strong man, but she really had no tricks, so she could only habitually rely on her husband's long letter and let him come up with a solution.

Shan Changxin was silent, he walked outside the house, looked at the courtyard, the moss had grown, and the stone lock that had become a footstool, and then looked at the stable that had been converted into a firewood house, and his face gradually became lonely.

If he is a martial artist, when the mountains and rivers are exhausted, he can still take his wife and children to hide in the mountains and forests, escape to the barren mountains, and live in seclusion.

But on the contrary, he is just a weak scholar who can't pick his shoulders or hands, and he has no confidence to resist.

"A single family, originally based on martial arts heirlooms. Why did you abandon Wu Congwen, Gaozu. Shan Changxin knelt in the ancestral hall, his face full of tears.

On the genealogy, the exploits of the ancestors of the single family are clearly recorded.

Two hundred years ago, the single family was still a wealthy family in Sanyuan Township, which was a martial arts heirloom. But when it came to Gaozu's "Shan Yangong", it was changed to a poetry and book heirloom.

"Brother Yangong, he was born weak and inconvenient to practice martial arts, so he switched to literature."

At this time, in the ancestral hall, this sentence suddenly sounded.

Shan Changxin was taken aback.

He looked up and found that there was a handful of lit incense on the offering table.

Next to the incense burner, stood a man in a green shirt about twenty or thirty years old.

Although this man in a green shirt looks ordinary, the same as ordinary people, his body is spotless, exuding a unique temperament out of the dust, as if he is a fairy.

Just when Shan Changxin was surprised by the identity of the man in the green shirt, he suddenly remembered what the man in the green shirt said, the sentence "Brother Yangong".

His ancestor happened to have a person named "Shan Yangong", and he was also the name of the ancestor he just cried about.

It was this ancestor called "Shan Yangong" who prompted the Shan family to pass on poems and books from then on, and no one learned martial arts and participated in martial arts.

"Senior, who are you?" Shan Changxin was both surprised and delighted at the moment, if the man in the green shirt in front of him knew his ancestor, then he must be a member of the legendary immortal family.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to reach more than 200 years old. At the same time so young.

Regardless of whether the man in the green shirt is a righteous monk or a demonic person, this sentence "Brother Yangong" is enough to prove that he misses the old feelings of the Shan family, or can help him resolve the danger in front of the Shan family.

"It's better not to know your name, otherwise it will cause you big trouble."

Wei Tu turned around, his eyes fell on Shan Changxin, and after seeing that it was somewhat similar to the former "Shan Yangong", he shook his head and said.

He didn't lie about it.

Now he is in trouble.

The Shan family knew his origin, not only was it difficult to get his hands dirty, but he would also set himself on fire.

The Heavenly Maiden Sect, the Hehuan Sect, and the five major sects of the Demon Dao, he offended two.

And Zheng Guo is the territory of the Demon Dao.

Hearing this, Shan Changxin, who was still happy just now, suddenly felt gloomy in his heart.

Shicai, he also mistakenly thought that he had found a life-saving straw, who would have thought that this immortal chief did not have the slightest idea of letting him climb to the family, and directly refused.

But thinking of his son's life, Shan Changxin still gritted his teeth, knelt down and pleaded with Wei Tu, "I also hope that the immortal chief can remember the old love of the elders in the past and save Shan Mou'er's life." ”

"Why is that?" Wei Tu was slightly surprised when he heard this, he flicked his sleeve robe, used his mana to pick up the kneeling Shan Changxin, and asked.

Seeing this scene, Shan Changxin realized that he had misunderstood Wei Tu - if he really didn't want to deal with their Shan family, he would have refused indifferently a long time ago, how could he ask in person with an easy-going face.

"Shan Mou heard that the Tongzixue in Qingdu recruited bright young children from all over the world, not to cultivate them, but to dedicate them to the behind-the-scenes demon cultivators, devouring souls, and using them to cultivate demonic skills......"

"Very few of the young children who go to the children's school make it out alive, and most of them die young."

Shan Changxin answered truthfully.

"Killing young children to practice?" Wei Tu frowned when he heard this, he intuitively felt that this rumor should be true.

The "Demon Demon Sect" of the Five Sects of the Demon Dao has the habit of refining child corpses as walking corpses.

In addition to the Demon Demon Sect, the Ten Thousand Souls Sect also has the practice of extracting the souls of young children, because the souls of young children are the purest, and the magic weapons refined from the souls of young children are several points more powerful.

Other demonic sects, more or less, have precedents for using young children to practice.

"Unlike the Yasukuni immortals, the Five Demon Dao Sects seem to have learned the lessons of Yasukuni, and instead supported the mortal dynasty, and planned to exploit the mortals of Zheng Guo." Wei Tu said darkly.

As far as he knows, more than 100 years after Yasukuni was invaded and occupied by the Devil's Dao, the current population is no longer one in ten.

Many people in Yasukuni would rather cut off their children and grandchildren than give birth to offspring, and they are ruled by demon cultivators.

One word.

It's just too bitter.

Ordinary dynasties exploited the people, at most, to rob wealth and levy forced labor. Even if the people are suffering, even if there are many dead and wounded, there is still a certain amount of rush.

However, demon cultivation is different in that it directly uses living people as cultivation resources.

"I'm aware of this, so you don't have to worry too much."

Wei Tu bowed his head slightly and gave Shan Changxin a clear answer.

Most of the demon cultivators who feed on mortals are in the stage of qi cultivation.

The goal of building the foundation and Jindan Demon Cultivation is to cultivate Qi Demon Cultivation on a larger scale.

The soul, the flesh, and the flesh of mortals are no different from waste to them.

Solving a few Qi Cultivation Demon Cultivators, for Wei Tu, is not a difficult task at all.

Of course, Wei Tu would not so rashly find the behind-the-scenes demon cultivators of Tong Zixue, and directly shout and kill this group of demon cultivators.

In this way, he helped Shan Changxin solve the trouble, but the bigger troubles will also follow, endlessly.

Weitu is more inclined to "overwhelm people with power".

With the help of the power in the demon cultivation, let it help, pressure the boy's demon cultivation after school, and then spare the life of the young son.

Although this will not solve the root cause, it will be enough to solve this one thing.

"Thank you, Immortal Master." Shan Changxin kowtowed again and thanked him.

This time, Wei Tu didn't stop Shan Changxin.

But when Shan Changxin raised his head again, he found that the man in green shirt who was standing at the right time had disappeared and disappeared.

But for the table.

But there were three more booklets.

They are the three exercises of "Tiger and Crane Double Form Fist", "Practicing the Marrow Sutra", and "Five Yuan Yun Spiritual Body".

"What is this?" After more than 200 years, Shan Changxin did not know the foreign kung fu that his ancestors had learned, as well as the innate exercises.

He walked to the booklet and opened the booklet "Tiger and Crane Double Fist", and the more he read it, the more excited he became.

"Outside Kung Fu! It's a foreign kung fu! Shan Changxin's face was excited.

He made up his mind that from then on, he let his young son learn these three exercises from now on.

Don't become a wreck like him.

(End of chapter)