In the hall, young and old were indignant for the sake of profit.

"That'...... There is only one token, for whom?"

A sentence seems to pour a basin of cold water in the air, except for two or three people, the rest of the people are all regretful, obviously knowing that their strength is impossible to get the token, only the children of the real power of the family can go up the mountain, thinking of this to understand why the family memories let the two seven or eight-year-old male babies are also there, and the feelings have long been ready to be distributed just to go through the motions.

"There are three seven or eight-year-old male babies in our Zhuo family, in addition to the cheap species, there are only the eldest son's youngest son and the third son's third son. ”

The words were breezy and calm, as if the things in the orphan's hand had nothing to do with him, and he could arrange them however he wanted.

In the feudal era, the family represented everything, and the clan elders even had the right to decide life and death, in fact, there were several seven or eight-year-old boys in the clan, but who made them partial houses and not descendants.

There are many test jade talismans in the world of cultivating immortals, no matter how big or small, the sect will be ready to keep them, the biggest use is to test whether people's spiritual roots are suitable for cultivation, but anyone who has a little ability to know that the family in the world of cultivating immortals will spend a lot of money to buy a piece, although there are very few people who can practice, and they may not have it, but once the descendants can cultivate, it is better to be a little prepared.

The father and grandfather of the two children were in a worried mood, and no one knew what they were thinking......

Soon, the jade talisman was retrieved and tested on the two little boys.

The result was not very satisfying, one of the boys did not react at all, that is, he was not the material for cultivating immortals at all, and the other did react, but that little reaction was like a candle in a storm, it couldn't be extinguished and couldn't be thrived.

"This ......"

A few old men were a little difficult, and finally got the opportunity to practice but there was no good seedling, and the good seedlings in the family were either too old or too young to pretend, and for a while they began to complain about why they had to ask for that cheap seed, wouldn't it be better to give it to the family.

No one thought that in fact, the token was given to the cheap woman in their mouth, and it had nothing to do with her family.

Helplessly, I can only give the opportunity to the child who has a little roots, no matter how high or low the cultivation is, as long as it can bring benefits to the family.

The next is the issue of the division of interests, such as how much benefit the father of the selected child should increase the inheritance, and the same clan whose relationship was not very harmonious in the past has also become nodding and flattering, and they are all taking advantage of the present to quickly enhance the relationship, of course, the child's father must also promise how much and how much benefit it will bring to the family in the future, and a group of people in the hall and the harmony look like a prosperous family.

After a while, the five old men led a few middle-aged men and the chosen child towards the mourning hall.

It's still the same simple mourning hall.

The little boy who was kneeling on the ground and burning paper turned his head to look out the door, and when he saw the comer, hatred flashed in his eyes......

When they entered the house, a group of people did not look at the thin-skinned coffin.

"Little rabbit cub, don't you see the clan elders and elders here?" a middle-aged man yelled.

The little boy didn't lift his head and still filled the brazier with burning paper.

"You ......"

The middle-aged man continued to scold, and raised his hand for the old man who was on the head of the crutche, and there was no need to say much.

After a moment of deliberation, the old man spoke.

"Zhuo Feng, you are a child of my Zhuo family, you must always remember the family, of course, the family will also take care of the clansmen, people can't be resurrected after death, tomorrow I will pay to pull it out for burial." ”

The little boy named Zhuo Feng looked up.

"I want my mother and father to be buried together!"

"What qualifications does that woman have to enter my Zhuo family's ancestral grave? Let her set up a mourning hall here is enough to save face, if it weren't for that woman, how could your father die early!"

The little boy Zhuo Feng gritted his teeth and looked at the man, the fierceness in his eyes made people feel palpitations.

"My father died early, you teamed up to bully my mother!

"I'll beat you little bunny, I'll ......"

The old man stretched out his crutches to stop the man who wanted to come forward and beat him and glared at him fiercely, he hadn't done anything to deal with a child, if it wasn't for the crowd, the old man would probably hit his son's stupid head with a cane.

"Zhuo Feng, grandpa can promise to let your mother go to the ancestral grave to be buried with your father, but you have to take out one thing. ”

Zhuo Feng was stunned for a moment, and then nodded excitedly.

"As long as I can bury my father and mother together, I can do anything!

"Okay, we don't want your life, did your mother give you something before leaving? As long as you are willing to take out that thing, I can agree on behalf of the family to your mother to join our Zhuo family tree, how about it?"

"I ......"

Zhuo Feng was very entangled, his mother did give him a thing before she died, and said that she would take good care of it and someone would come to look for her in the future, but her mother had not been recognized by the clan and had suffered a lot of anger and could not be buried with her father.

The filial Zhuo Feng quickly made up his mind.

"That's all my mother gave me. ”

Zhuo Feng took out the necklace jade pendant from his arms, and the old man hurriedly stepped forward and pulled the jade pendant down and put it in his hand to watch.

I saw that the jade pendant was two inches in size, and there was a yin and yang fish slowly rotating in the middle.

"It's this! It must be this!"

"God bless my Zhuo family, hahaha~"

The group of clan elders left, but before leaving, the little fat man who was nominally his brother ran to Zhuo Feng's ear and said a word.

"A cheap seed is a cheap seed, wait, tomorrow I will throw your mother to a mass grave, you have to get out of the family, and I want to go to the mountain to cultivate immortals, hahaha~"

Zhuo Feng understood that he had been deceived.

"Give me back the stuff!

The big grandfather didn't reply, the little fat man's father slapped him, Zhuo Feng's head shook and rolled on the ground several times before stopping, watching those people take away the last thoughts left by his mother......

The seven-year-old child was seriously injured by a hard slap, lying in front of the coffin and crying and screaming couldn't stop those people from carrying the coffin away, and there were sneers and ridicule in front of him, and no one stepped forward to say even a greeting.

Thinking back to handing over the relics left by his mother to others but getting nothing, he regretted it.

Originally, the Zhuo family planned to simply kill Zhuo Feng and let the little fat man change his name to Zhuo Feng, maybe the rest of the family saw that the child was too pitiful, and he was also the Zhuo family, which was not very easy to kill, so they simply sealed the small courtyard and threw a few steamed buns into it every day to feed, compared to Zhuo Feng's miserable little fat man, he was much more comfortable, and he was waiting for Shanghua Mountain to enter the Pure Yang Palace to cultivate immortals every day.

In the small courtyard, Zhuo Feng couldn't get out even if he tried all kinds of methods, whether it was slamming the door or scolding, no one cared, and gradually quieted down, looking at the sky above his head motionlessly, yearning for the birds to go wherever he wanted......

Every day, someone outside throws a few steamed buns in, and sometimes they are still rancid.

If the water is not enough to drink, he will catch the rainwater, and even dig a pit in the courtyard near the garden pool to divert water, and the young Zhuo Feng strives to follow his mother's last words to live and live until he grows up.

Gradually, Zhuo Feng was forgotten, and only the old servants of the Zhuo family couldn't bear to throw a few steamed buns every day and secretly say a few words.