"What we are willing to say, it is the same as getting married!" The village chief said to Xia Changgui with a smile.

Xia Changgui didn't answer, his mind was stirred into a mess by the village chief's words just now.

Last night, he secretly touched the flying sword on the dock, feeling blessed and itchy.

Early in the morning, he headed to Black Bear Mountain. He thought that while the blessing was still gone, he would definitely be able to find valuable medicinal materials, and when the time came, he would not have to be embarrassed by Jing'er, and his mother-in-law would not have to stop the medicine.

He didn't care about the Xiankao, in the past thirty years, he had personally experienced it three times, and heard countless times from the mouths of the elders, he felt that the Xiankao was like a sparrow in the morning, he couldn't bring anything, it could only make people sigh, a new day had begun again, and the next ten years had arrived.

He didn't find any valuable medicinal herbs, so he only filled the basket with berries and wild vegetables, and walked home in frustration, when the old village chief grabbed him and said that his Xia Jing was chosen by the immortals and taken to heaven to practice. He pinched his thigh hard, making sure it wasn't a dream.

"Really?" He asked, stunned.

After working hard in the fields for half his life, he sucked the steadfastness and stability of loess, and never believed that the stories in the script would become reality.

"It's true!"

"Where's Jing'er? Already gone? ”

"No, it's up to heaven with a snort! Who told you to go to the mountains, I didn't even see this! ”

Xia Changgui raised his hand, put it on his waist and rubbed it repeatedly, this is his habit, every time he encounters a happy event, he will wipe his palm so seriously, hold the benefactor's hand, and sincerely thank him.

The immortal was already gone, and even if the immortal was still there, he didn't dare to shake the immortal's hand. He looked around and fell to his knees, his hands clenched on the land where he was born and raised.

The village chief did not stop him, and quietly watched him kowtow to the sky and the earth three times.

Xia Changgui jumped up, and the dust on his clothes rose up, fascinating the eyes of the old village chief.

The village chief rubbed his eyes and took two steps back: "Go back quickly, Brother Jing is good, when he left, he mentioned his aunt, Dr. Huang, Dr. Liu and Dr. Yu in the county, fighting for your mother-in-law's illness, and they all fought!" ”

Xia Changgui was even more pleased, and he threw down the basket and was about to run forward.

"By the way," the village chief grabbed him again, "Ding Juren is also here." ”

Xia Changgui was stunned for a moment, he remembered that Ding Juren had said that after the immortal examination, Jing'er would be accepted as a disciple.

He was puzzled: "Jing'er has already gone to heaven, what else are you doing here?" ”

"Raise people to say, brother is promoted to brother, Brother Jing is gone, isn't there still Brother Nian? He is willing to accept apprentices on behalf of his teacher, and his teacher is a great official in the capital......"

What the village chief said next, Xia Changgui had no impression, he was chaotic, like falling into a dream.

When he arrived at the door of his house, he found that the village chief had said less, not only the doctors and the lifters, but also a large circle of big people in brocade clothes gathered around his door, and the lanterns in their hands lit up the entire dock.

Where has Xia Changgui ever seen such a big scene, standing in the center of the crowd, as if standing on the edge of a cliff, not daring to move.

Fortunately, the county magistrate came from the Yun family, expelled those guys who tended to be inflammatory, and let the three doctors enter the door with Xia Changgui.

After sending off the three doctors, Xia Changgui went straight to the bedroom and threw himself beside his wife's bed.

"The doctor said that as long as you meditate and recuperate, your illness will not flare up! It's not a problem to survive the village chief! Xia Changgui said excitedly.

Cui Dongping held her husband's hand, she was also excited, she could not only see Nian'er get married, but also Nian'er's children get married.

She said to her husband: "Jing'er also told me before leaving, when he is successful in cultivation, bring me the elixir down." ”

"Yes, yes!"

The two lips were closed, the two weathered faces looked at each other, the clenched palms trembled slightly, and they suddenly felt melancholy.

Joy is the oil lamp beside the bed, which can only illuminate a corner of the house, and outside the lamp is the night, a vast sorrow and loneliness.

Jing'er is far away from them, and I don't know if she is doing well in heaven.

Cui Dongping thought of one thing, panic flashed on her pale face, her eyes flickered, and her fingers hooked her husband's palm.

She asked nervously: "Jing'er is in the sky, shouldn't she be bullied?" ”

"Where can an immortal be so bad!" Xia Changgui disagreed, "And from childhood to adulthood, can you see that Jing'er has suffered a loss?" ”

"Daddy, Daddy!" Xia Yunian interjected at the right time.

He has been silent since his brother was chosen.

He pondered the words of his brother yesterday, thought about the Ding Juren who wanted to take him as his junior brother, thought about the merchant who wanted to give him gold and silver treasures, just to ask for the things that his brother used, and thought about the great things of his life.

He licked his dry lips and said tentatively: "Brother Jing has become an immortal, can I marry Lihua?" ”

Zhao Lihua is a flower in the village, the people are beautiful, and the house at home is also beautiful......

"Marry!" Xia Changgui waved his hand.

Xia Yunian licked his lips again and lowered his voice: "Then can I still marry Erya?" ”

The couple looked at each other for a moment, Erya is another flower in the village, if you marry two...... Ding Juren has a second wife, the senior brother can have it, and the junior brother can of course have it.

"Marry." Xia Changgui patted the bed.

Xia Yunian was very excited, licked his lips again, stood up, and raised his arms frantically: "I still want to marry Lotus, Xiufeng, Yongmei, Hongqin, Yanzhi, Shuzhen......"

Before he could finish reporting the name of the girl in the village, Xia Changgui slapped him on the head.

"Get out!" Xia Changgui scolded angrily.

……

……

Xia Jing is not in the sky, there is no fairy world in the clouds, and the end of the sky is a dark and cold void.

They sat on the flying boat of the Fuguang Sect, which had been flying under the heavenly dome for three days.

The flying boat is neither big nor small, and there are four rooms in the cabin, exactly one person. Xia Jing and the three of them rarely stayed in the room, they sat on the deck, even if the sun went down and the cold moonlight made them sneeze, they didn't want to leave.

The reluctance and apprehension at the time of departure were contained and eliminated by this vast sky.

Zhao Shishi looked at the sky, the ground, and the wind whistling in the forest, and the broad vision brought by the high-altitude overlook made him full of pride.

Yun Yiyi looked at the clouds, looked at the xia, and watched the stars shine, she had never been so close to such a beautiful thing.

Xia Jing was pulled by Yun Yiyi, he looked at the girl beside him, then at Zhao Shishi not far away, and then casually looked at what the two were staring at. He was tired of the view from above.

Occasionally, he would unconsciously look at the sky, his gaze obscured by the clear blue, but the thoughts in his eyes would pass through the blue sky and cast into the cold and silent void.

At this time, Yun Yiyi gently pulled his palm.

No matter how beautiful the scenery is, you will get tired of staring at it for a long time, and then what supports Yun Yiyi and Zhao Shishi to stay on the deck is the story in the mouth of Wei Yuhe.

For three days, Wei Yuhe didn't say anything about the cultivation world, just told those stories about gods and monsters. Talk about terrifying demon cultivators, cruel demon cultivators, and the sword immortals who beheaded them.

Whether he has it intentionally or unintentionally, these wonderful stories have taken Yun Yiyi and Zhao Shishi to a glimpse of a corner of the cultivation world, and they have a basic understanding of cultivation, and the effect is much better than boring narration.

"Soon I will be able to reach my Fuguang Sect." Wei Yuhe ended the story and looked at the horizon ahead.

The four of them were seated, and the wind on the board of the boat was blocked by the circle, and the wind under the board of the boat blew across the bottom of the boat, making a hoarse sound.

"Why us?" Yun Yiyi finally asked this question, "We are just ordinary people, we don't have royal blood, and we didn't have auspiciousness when we were born. ”

Wei Yuhe laughed: "Who said that only the royal blood can be cultivated? That's just a lie made up. What you need for cultivation is qualifications, innate qualifications, whether you can practice or not, depends on the gift of heaven! ”

Yun Yiyi and Zhao Shishi were shocked, not shocked by the words that subverted their cognition, they looked at Xia Jing, Wei Yuhe's words were almost exactly the same as what he said before.

Wei Yuhe was puzzled by their reaction and asked out loud, Zhao Shishi hesitated for two seconds, and seeing that Xia Jing did not stop his actions, he told Wei Yuhe about the conversation four days ago.

When they got on the flying boat, Zhao Shishi and Yun Yiyi asked Xia Jing in private, asking him why he knew that the immortals would appear three days ago and would choose them. Xia Jing did not answer.

They think they are asking a hidden question, but they don't know that the practitioner is deaf and clear-sighted. Wei Yuhe heard their conversation clearly, but he didn't find a chance to find out.

Now the time is right, Wei Yuhe looked at Xia Jing, didn't ask, and didn't continue to the next topic, he was waiting for Xia Jing to explain.

If the teenager does not explain...... That's it, he's not a patrol, so what do you do?

Xia Jing didn't explain, he kept looking at the changing clouds beside him.

"Elder Wei, is our Fuguang Sect powerful in the cultivation world?" Yun Yiyi opened the topic.

"Hehe," Wei Yuhe stroking his beard proudly, "You shouldn't ask me if Fuguang Sect is powerful." ”

"So what should I ask?"

"You should ask me if the Fuguang Sect is the best in the world!"

Yun Yiyi and Zhao Shishi were shocked by this sentence. No. 1 in the world, just these four short words made Zhao Shishi's blood boil.

"Our Fuguang Sect is the best in the world?" Zhao Shishi's eyes widened.

"Sixteen years ago, it was hard to say, but now, my Fuguang Sect is the first in the world!"

"What happened sixteen years ago?" Yun Yiyi is not interested in being the first in the world, but is just curious about the story behind it.

"Sixteen years ago, the ancestor of the Shangyuan Sect, Jiuyao Zhenren, crossed the tribulation and ascended, and no one was the opponent of my Fuguang Sect Qingxia Ancestor!"

Xia Jing turned his head and glanced at Wei Yuhe.

"Ascension!" Yun Yiyi and Zhao Shishi have understood the meaning of this word from the story.

Those who are flying around in the sky are actually not immortals, but just cultivators who work hard towards the realm of immortals, cultivating to the extreme, and after going through the thunder tribulation, the cultivators can feather and ascend to the immortal realm and go to the immortal realm.

"Brother Jing, sixteen years ago happened to be when we were born!" Yun Yiyi shook Xia Jing's arm.

Xia Jing patted her on the head.

Zhao Shishi lowered his head in disappointment, he was already seventeen years old.

"You have a relationship with Jiuyao Zhenren." Wei Yuhe nodded.

"Qingxia is a real ......"

Yun Yiyi thought of another person's name and was about to ask, but Wei Yuhe suddenly stood up.

He pointed ahead: "Look, we're here." ”

The three of them stood up in unison and looked towards the bow of the ship.

The orange sun wheel was like a ball of molten iron, and the heat baked the surrounding heaven and earth red, and the clouds were like wool falling on the flames, curling and begging for mercy under the majesty of the scorching sun.

Under the sun wheel, a mountain range towered, with seven peaks behind and four low peaks in front, and the highest peak among the peaks, just below the sun wheel, the center of the peak was cracked, strange like a barrel, and like a huge mouth that rose from the ground.

As they got closer, the jaw grew bigger and bigger, until—a bite of the iron in the sky!

"That's the Bite of the Sun Peak." Wei Yuhe said.