In the water source sect, a short and remote mountain, said to be a mountain, it looks like it is actually similar to a small hillside, there is a bamboo forest behind the hillside, this bamboo forest is verdant and cypress, the bamboo leaves are fresh and tender, and the bamboo pole is far bigger than the outside world.

In the middle of the bamboo forest, there is an old man, his gray hair is combed very neatly, and black can be faintly seen in the silver threads, but the black is pitiful. It's hard to add a little sparkle to that whiteness. In the slightly sunken eye sockets, a pair of dark brown eyes quietly tell the vicissitudes of time, and the gray-white beard is loosely distributed on both sides of the lower side of the nostrils, showing the ruthlessness of the years, and the withered arm tendons are faintly visible. This man's time is numbered!

And at this time, a dog-headed monster came out from the side of the bamboo tree, tilted his head and looked at Han Chen with slanted eyes, his eyes were full of unhappiness and said: "I said Han Chen, you are now ninety years old, and in a few years, even the gods will not be able to save you, you have to think clearly!"

"But I still want to live for two more years, I don't dare to try it easily!" Han Chen took a sip of water and stood up straight, but he couldn't stand up because he was too old.

"Hmph!" the dog head snorted coldly, "live for two more years, if you spare your life, you should have started a long time ago, instead of hiding lazily in this bamboo forest every day to enjoy the shade." ”

"Shut up!" Han Chen became a little impatient, "And don't talk too much outside in the future, be careful when you are met by other people, you will feel better!"

"Heh, just with the monks of this sect, I don't even look at it," the dog head raised his head with some disdain. "It's you, hurry up, the dog's patience will be worn out by you! Don't force me to change people!"

"If it were so easy, wouldn't you have left earlier! Why have you been with me for decades. Han Chen's eyes were filled with a smile, and he said gently.

"Hmph, you only dare to talk to me, everyone in the sect shouts and fights!" the dog shook his head and snorted disdainfully.

Han Chen didn't answer, he still hadn't figured out in his mind now, how many days and nights had come, and the young edges and corners had been smoothed out by an unknown number of times, and his mood became more and more calm. He's waiting for the perfect time, and that day should not be far off.

But it's not there yet......

"Han Chen!" the dog head had a little distress on his face, "In two years, you really won't have a chance, and this life will really be buried in a handful of loess!"

Yes, it's really a handful of loess! Han Chen looked at the irritable dog's head, touched its dog's head and said with a smile: "You can rest assured that in a few days at most, I will reach the best state." ”

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The sky is slightly bright, the morning fog has not yet sunk, Xiao Chen, who is only ten years old, stared at the tent above his head with wide eyes, looking straight at the tent above his head, the warm quilt is really reluctant to get out of bed, but today's day is really important, I heard that some fairy families will come to their town to recruit fairy children, and Han Chen followed his grandfather to fight boxing in the past, and he also developed the habit of getting up early.

Xiao Chen's character Han Mingchen, such a poetic name is naturally not the name of his father's mother; his father is the cloth worker of this dry soil town, the cloth of the town is very famous, the emperor's clothes created by the founding of the Tang Dynasty, the ancestor of the Han family was fortunate to weave a belt, because the dry soil town is surrounded by mountains is too remote, the Han family specially hired someone to pick it up, and Han Chen's name is also given by the parent official Zhang outside the town.

He opened the door and came to the small soft courtyard in his back garden, took a deep breath, put his hand into the tiger, and started a five-step fist. With a squeak, a slender figure with two pigtails came in from outside the yard, just getting up, legs outward, hands forward, carrying a large bucket of water towards the vat in the yard, it was the maid that Han Chen's family bought for five years, his father died when he first bought it, and he had no money to bury his father and was helpless, Han Chen saw his pity and begged his father to buy this maid.

Han Chen's father is a member of the dry soil town, and his family has several acres of land, which can be regarded as a rich family in the town. Han Chen walked over a little helplessly, tapped his finger on the maid's forehead, and said with a smile: "Didn't I say it? This kind of physical work will be handed over to the young master in the future! You can do something small, don't exhaust yourself at a young age, who will serve the young master and me in the future?"

The little maid blushed, twisted her sleeves with her hands, and lowered her head, "How can these tasks be handed over to the young master to do? ”

"What did you say?" Han Chen poured water into the tank, there was a loud sound in his ears, and the little maid's voice was small, but Han Chen didn't hear it clearly.

The little maid's face turned even redder, and a touch of ruddy appeared on the roots of her ears, looking very cute like Yin Tao, Han Chen had the intention to tease her and touch it! The little maid took half a step back in a panic, and said in a coquettish voice like a deer in her eyes: "The young master is the worst, you know how to flirt with others?"

At this time, Han Chen and the little maid were still young, and they didn't know what flirting was, thinking that they were playing and making trouble, and they were young and presumptuous.

Seeing the little maid flee in a panic, Han Chen laughed out loud, and his voice was extremely loud in this early morning.

The immortal family arrived in the afternoon, on a small dam in the dry soil town, the distant sky looked like the stars shining in the sky at night, with the passage of time, these bright spots also grew rapidly, Han Chen could clearly see these bright spots like a long rainbow, each long rainbow stood on the top of a fairy with a crown of hair and white clothes.

Han Chen's eyes were stunned, these immortals were really exactly the same as the little people he saw, with an unstained body, a gentle complexion, a white dress and a crown on his head, and he could soar freely and freely in the sky like a bird, free and easy, even more than what was written in the book.

Due to the continuous approach of the immortal family, the snowflakes were flying, Han Chen's whole person was excited, and the scene of becoming an immortal family kept flashing in his mind, if he could also soar like this, unfettered, to see how good it would be to see this world.

Since Han Chen was born, he has lived in the dry soil town for ten years, and the little man has never stepped out of the dry soil town, he really wants to see what kind of world the outside of this mountain will be, but Ah Niang lied to him that the outside of this mountain is a mountain, and there is nothing else; he didn't believe it, but he saw his father go out of this mountain, but his father scolded him, asking him not to think nonsense, and to manage a few acres of land in his family with peace of mind to marry a daughter-in-law, and live a life in peace.

How willing he was, he was just restrained, and he didn't have any entanglements around him, and he tried to go out twice, but in the end he came back in a mess without going out. At this time, his father would be very angry and beat him with a stick. Han Chen had always wanted to go out, and at this moment, his expression became even more determined, and he had a firm decision in his mind, he wanted to cultivate immortals!

A few Changhong flashed in the air, and then all came to the top of the small dam, condescendingly looking at the respectful people in the dry land town below, seeing three people staying in the air above, the villagers hurriedly went over to salute, and said in uneven voices: "Little so-and-so participates in the immortals!"

Seeing everyone saluting, an old man in a white robe with a gray beard but a ruddy face nodded and said indifferently: "Well! All the children in the town have arrived!"

The old man's demeanor was arrogant, he didn't even look at the underground people when he spoke, and he completely despised mortals, but everyone didn't feel strange, he looked very normal, as a rich person in Dry Land Town, Han Yuanwai took two steps forward, and said with sincere fear: "Report to the immortals, there are a total of forty-six children in Dry Land Town, and all of them have arrived." ”

"Hmm!" the immortal family stroked his beard and looked at the excited young man below, and said in a voice without any emotion: "One or two of you may be able to become disciples of my sect, or maybe none of you will be happy, so don't be too happy." ”

When the young men heard this, they were like a basin of cold water, and their originally joyful expressions instantly became very worried. I saw a young monk next to the child-faced old man fly down and stand not far in front of everyone. Holding a pitch-black stone in his hand, he said: "Cultivating immortals, the most important qualification, those with excellent qualifications can cultivate immortals by drinking water, and those with poor qualifications may not be able to further in ten years." However, the premise of cultivation is that you must have qualifications, and now you are lining up and coming to me one by one. The young monk was expressionless, and the children were shouting and shouting.

The young monk frowned and sneered, and pointed to the fat boy with the gray hat in front of him, telling him to come first.

The fat boy's thighs trembled slightly, and he walked up cautiously, looked at the stone with some doubts, and slowly put his hands on it.

"No, next!" said the young monk after just one glance.

The fat boy seemed to have lost all his strength, his expression was gloomy, his eyes were full of tears, and he walked to the side with a dejected face, silent.

Then the little man in second place walked up nervously.

"Not qualified. ”

"Still. ”

....

Twenty or so people were unqualified in a row, and the young man's eyes became more and more impatient, and when he arrived at Han Chen, it was only a short time, but it was like the passage of years, and all the emotions that he had never had were apprehensive, panic, and hesitation all the emotions that he had never had had passed through him, and his face was a little pale, and he stepped forward.

At this time, the most complicated thing to say is Han Yuanwai, he not only hopes that Han Chen can cultivate the Immortal Light Sect to glorify his ancestors, but also does not want him to walk out of this projectile land, the outside world is not as imagined.

Han Chen restlessly put his hands on the pitch-black stone, and just as the young monk opened his mouth to say that he was not qualified, a dazzling black light broke through the sky.

The child-faced old man in mid-air, holding the sandalwood beads in his hand, clenched it suddenly, wiped the sound, the mellow sandalwood beads were pinched into several petals, and his expression changed at first glance, and he said: "This son has a tiger head and a tiger brain, and his eyes are bright, so let me take a look." ”

As soon as the words fell, Han Chen was lifted off the ground by a spiritual light.

After all, Han Chen was only a ten-year-old child, and he was suddenly dragged off the ground, he was terrified, his expression was nervous and curious, and the people below looked at Han Chen with envy and jealousy, now there is really someone who wants to cultivate immortals.