Two years later.

Early in the morning, Song Chaoyu was dug out of the quilt by the Wang family, he got dressed in a daze, washed up, and set up a hot breakfast on the table.

His brother was already sitting at the dining table, and Song Chaoyu took a sip of the porridge, tasting that it was not Du's mother's craftsmanship.

Song Chaoheng had already shouted with a bitter face: "A-Niang, did you boil today's porridge yourself?" ”

Compared with the younger son who has been well-behaved and sensible since childhood, the Wang family was not polite to Pishi's eldest son, and glared at him: "What? Don't like your mother's craft? ”

Song Chaoheng immediately quibbled: "Of course not!" I just think this porridge is extra kind to drink, and it has a taste of Niang! ”

Wang gave him a blank look.

Song Chaoyu laughed secretly on the side.

After using the morning food, Wang told the two brothers: "Later, your father will take you to the county seat." ”

Song Chaoheng's eyes lit up: "Go to the county seat!" ”

For a twelve-and-a-half-year-old child, the county seat represents two words - fun!

Song Chaoyu knew what was going on, looking at Wang's expectant and worried appearance, he sighed and grabbed her sleeve: "Auntie, what are we going to do in the county seat?" Did you go to see your grandmother? ”

Wang and her husband looked at each other.

Song Xiucai touched the top of his youngest son's soft hair, and said with a smile: "No, Daddy wants to take you to meet the immortal master from overseas." ”

Song Chaoheng was full of doubts, but Song Xiucai refused to say more.

In less than half a cup of tea, Mother Du came in: "Young Master Xu is here." ”

Song Chaoyu immediately got up, and saw a young man in cloth coming in from outside the door, and said happily: "Brother Ah Fei! ”

Hearing this crisp and crisp shout, a smile suddenly appeared on the young man's face.

He first saluted Song Xiucai and Wang, walked to Song Chaoyu's side, looked him up and down, and saw that he looked good, so he settled down.

Song Chaoheng was also very surprised when he saw Xu Fei: "Little senior brother, are you also going to the county seat with us?" ”

Xu Fei is one year older than him, and he is Song Xiucai's disciple, so he can be regarded as his senior brother. This little senior brother is better than him in both reading and fighting, and Song Chaoheng admires him very much.

Seeing the three of them muttering together, Song Xiucai smiled and said, "Okay, it's not too early, let's talk about it on the road." ”

Song Xiucai took his three children to his ox cart, and when he arrived at the entrance of the village, he found that several ox carts had been parked there, and most of the children and young men and women in the village were over five years old and under twenty years old.

The white-haired village chief was also there, and when he saw Song Xiucai, he was helped over by his son to greet him: "Master Song, you are the most educated master in our Lushui Village, these children, please take care of them." ”

Song Xiucai didn't accept the old man's courtesy, and said: "They are all neighbors, why should the village chief be so polite." ”

The chief's son led the crowd, the younger children got into the ox cart, and the older girls followed the ox cart.

The little ones are all ignorant, and the big ones have heard the family mention what is going on, and the young faces are full of excitement.

Song Chaoheng twisted around, and wanted to ask his father if he had a stomach. How could his son Song Xiucai not know, he shook his head: "Daddy doesn't know about the immortal master, and he can't answer you." ”

After finishing speaking, he looked at the young man sitting upright opposite Song Chaoheng, and couldn't help but say a word or two: "Look at your Senior Brother Xu, he is one year older than you, but he is much more stable than you." ”

Song Chaoheng didn't care at all: "Can I compare with the little senior brother?" Dad, didn't you say that the little senior brother is the most talented disciple you have ever seen, and if he participates in the imperial examination, he will definitely be able to go home as a champion. ”

Song Chaoyu originally listened to them with relish, but it didn't take long for him to have no time to care about others.

Song Xiu knew that his youngest son was weak, and the car was covered with thick hay, and he tried his best to let the coachman choose a smoother road, but even so, Song Chaoyu still suffered a big crime.

The bones are falling apart.

Xu Fei saw that his face was getting paler and paler, so he took the person over and leaned on him, used his body as a human flesh cushion for him, opened the bamboo tube he was carrying, handed it to his mouth, and coaxed softly: "Xiaoyu, do you want to drink saliva?" ”

Song Chaoyu's eyes darkened, and he shook his head vigorously.

Xu Fei was not reluctant, put the bamboo tube aside, hugged him tighter, and tried to make the people around him more comfortable.

In a drowsy state, Song Chaoyu felt a sinking on the other side, and it was Song Chaoheng who came over, leaning closely on the other side of his younger brother and putting his arm behind him.

His heart warmed, smelled the faint scent of soap, and fell asleep in a daze.

Song Xiucai looked at the three children snuggled together, her heart was sour, she turned her head sideways, and quietly wiped away a tear from the wind.

The youngest son's health is getting worse and worse, and he and his wife invited several doctors to see it, and they all said that it is the limit that he can last until this age.

This time, overseas immortal masters came to recruit disciples, which was Chaoyu's only chance.

Song Chaoyu was woken up by Xu Fei softly.

He didn't know how long he had been asleep, and he naturally didn't feel comfortable sleeping on the ox cart, and when he woke up, he only felt pain everywhere in his body, and his legs were numb.

He looked around and found that there were three long lines lined up at the gate of the county seat, two of which went in, and the other side was rushing out.

Most of them were people of the same age as their group, and there were many carts parked in the open space farther away, mostly ox carts and donkey carts, and occasionally a few horse-drawn carts.

Xu Fei asked him if his legs were numb, and reached out to rub them for him.

Song Chaoheng grinned and shook his arms, Song Chaoyu was protected by the two of them, and his hands and feet were sore, how could he be comfortable as a cushion?

He looked at the little brother who rubbed his brother's legs with no different face, and thought: The little brother loves Xiaoyu more than me, who is the eldest brother, and he is worthy of Xiaoyu, who likes to be close to him since he was a child, and compares himself to his own brother.

When the numbness in his legs gradually subsided, Song Xiucai, who went to inquire about the situation, also came back.

"At the gate of the city, there are people from all towns and towns who come to the county seat to participate in the selection, let's drive the ox cart over there, send two people to guard it, and the others will follow behind and line up."

Song Chaoyu stood in the crowd, and Xu Fei and Song Chaoheng protected him in the middle.

Their team was full of people from Lushui Village, and the team next to them was strangers, Song Chaoheng was an extrovert, and he chatted with people in a few words, while pricking up his ears to inquire about the news.

In fact, Song Chaoyu knows more than others.

This world is made up of several continents, and each continent is separated by natural dangers.

The continent where Green Water Village is located is thin in spiritual energy, ruled by human dynasties, and separated from the adjacent continents by a vast endless sea.

It is rumored that the vast sea is vast, with wind and waves that devour everything, and huge sea beasts, which are dangerous places that mortals cannot overcome even with all their might.

Every few years overseas, there will be immortal envoys who come to this continent to select disciples.

If you have a spiritual root, you can enter the fairy gate and transcend the red dust.

This time, Song Xiucai brought them to the county seat, that is, an immortal envoy came from overseas.

The immortal envoy informed the dynasty in advance, and the dynasty ordered that the county towns should be used as strongholds, and those who were over the age of five and under twenty years old could participate in the selection of the places under the jurisdiction of each county.

In a continent with thin spiritual energy, how many people can have spiritual roots?

The plot revolves around the son of luck, Song Chaoyu doesn't know anyone else, only knows that there are dozens of people of age in Lushui Village, and no one except the male protagonist Xu Fei has a spiritual root.

is a huge Ping'an County, and the plot is also mentioned, and in the end, there are only a few people who are taken away by the immortal envoy.

Among these people, there is only one male protagonist who has the talent to really step into the path of cultivation.

"Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu?"

Song Chaoyu came back to his senses, and Xu Fei looked at him worriedly: "Are you tired?" Lean on me for a while, right? ”

Song Chaoheng, who was chatting with people enthusiastically, also hurriedly looked over, his face was concerned.

Song Chaoyu hurriedly shook his head, saying that he was fine: "No, I'm just in a daze, I've slept on the road for so long, and I'm in good spirits!" ”

Song Chaoheng saw that he was really in good spirits, and couldn't help but start sharing the news he had just heard: "No wonder so many people, the young people of the entire Ping'an County have come to participate in the immortal selection!" I heard that immortals can resist the wind and move mountains and reclaim the sea......"

Song Chaoyu couldn't help but smile when he heard this, according to the plot, the immortal envoy who came to this continent to recruit disciples this time, the highest cultivation is a Jindan Zhenren, who is being regarded as a guest in the imperial city at this time.

Those who are sent to a small place like Ping'an County can have a foundation building and cultivation, most of them are just disciples who have just started to practice, where does it come from so much power?

As soon as he raised his eyes, he saw Xu Fei staring at him.

"Xiaoyu." Xu Fei called his nickname and said strangely, "Everyone is very excited, why aren't you curious or excited at all?" ”

He had always been praised by Song Xiucai for his calmness, but when he heard the news and learned that he was going to see the legendary immortal soon, he couldn't help but feel stirred in his heart.

Song Chaoyu knew that the two of them had grown up since childhood, Xu Fei was as careful as a hair, and he was too calm, so that he could see some clues.

But he was not afraid at all, and said with a smile: "Brother Ah Fei, you have just heard that immortals choose disciples, and they must have that kind of immortal root." We have been in Lushui Village for several generations, and there has not been a single one who has been selected. ”

As soon as the words fell, his hand was held by Xu Fei.

The hand that held him was wide, dry, and warm, and could wrap his thin palm tightly.

"Xiaoyu has been smart since she was a child, and she will definitely be chosen!" Xu Fei said seriously.

He is not Song Chaoheng's honest big fool, he can see the fear and hope under the forced smile of the teacher and his wife. He knew very well that this selection of immortals was the only chance for the junior disciple to survive.

"I'm sure I'll be chosen." He repeated heavily.

Under the firm tone, there was a thirteen-year-old boy's helplessness and panic.

The queue was long, long, and halfway through, the uncle who lived in the county town came with his cousin and brought hot soup and meals to a few people, and Song Xiucai put away the dry food he was carrying.

Uncle Wang told them that yesterday the selection of school-age people in the county town had ended, and there was only one qualified child, the daughter of a butcher's family.

Before leaving, Uncle Wang's dry palm gently touched Song Chaoyu's head: "God bless, our Xiaoyu must be chosen." ”

Song Chaoheng asked stupidly: "Uncle, why don't you let God bless me?" Xiaoyu is weak, if he is the only one who goes, my father and mother will be worried. ”

Uncle Wang: "......"

He couldn't hold back and knocked his eldest nephew on the head: "You stupid boy! ”