Ten years old is the dividing line between mortals and cultivators, so there will be celebrations on this birthday, and there will be many activities and so on.

Of course, there are some people with resources who can practice from the time of the fetus, but Jiang Xing'er is now in a small village.

For example, it is to test the child's suitability to be a cultivator, how much potential he has, and so on.

Jiang Xing'er was confident that he was a very material cultivator, and he wanted to surprise the audience at that time. But now, I'm already in such an important moment, I've been sleeping, and I'm still doing something to surprise the audience.

Just as Jiang Xing'er sighed, her mother Wang Ziqing walked in with a bowl of white porridge.

Jiang Xing'er was immediately moved, took the white porridge, and ate it slowly.

Jiang Changyuan patted Jiang Xing'er on the shoulder with a smile, and then left without saying anything more.

Only his mother, Wang Ziqing, gently watched Jiang Xing'er finish the porridge, took the bowl before leaving, and told him to rest well.

Jiang Xing'er slept for a few days in a row, so she couldn't fall asleep no matter how she slept now.

At this moment, a smell of rice came from outside, causing Jiang Xing'er to drool.

Jiang Xing'er was curious, so he got up and went to the door to take a look, good guy, he suddenly felt that he was not born by his mother or father.

Now Jiang Xing'er's parents and the villagers who are dancing big gods are eating big fish and meat, and they are eating very quickly.

Although he is the head of the village, there are very few such meals.

"Alas, Xing'er, didn't I tell you to take a break?" the mother asked immediately when she saw Jiang Xing'er sticking her head out.

"I just had enough rest and wanted to go out for a walk. Jiang Xing'er said calmly.

"Okay, then be careful. "My father's mouth was full of flesh, and he couldn't speak clearly.

When Jiang Xing'er heard this, she couldn't help but swallow a few mouthfuls of saliva. He peeked as he left.

It's not easy, Jiang Xing'er finally left his house, otherwise, he really wanted to rush over and grab a chicken leg to eat.

Jiang Xing'er walked boringly, and the ghost sent her back to the place where she was smashed out of feces and urine by meteor garbage.

An unpleasant smell came, Jiang Xing'er's face turned red, and if she imagined it, she would be able to know what had happened before.

Jiang Xing'er couldn't help but offer her middle finger again, pointing straight to the sky. He was still afraid that the mighty man in the sky would not see him, and he ran around with his right hand that stood up with his middle finger up.

"Takashi"

Suddenly, Jiang Xing'er tripped over a stone, and came into a hungry dog poop posture.

Jiang Xing'er wanted to cry without tears, he stretched out his left hand, pulled his right hand back, and pressed down his middle finger fiercely.

"You're ruthless. Jiang Xing'er scolded in her heart, but she didn't dare to be presumptuous again.

Jiang Xing'er picked up the stone that tripped over him, and suddenly found that there was a gourd-shaped jade the size of a little finger under the stone.

Although Jiang Xing'er didn't have any research on jade, he saw that it was very crystal clear and beautiful, so he put it away like a treasure.

"Hmph, the mighty, don't you know that it is very dangerous to smash objects from high altitudes? If I have the ability to become a mighty person, I must reason with you. Jiang Xing'er thought to herself, but she didn't say anything excessive.

As soon as Jiang Xing'er finished thinking about it, she threw the stone in her hand.

"Oh, who's that?" a scream came from under the meadow.

This meadow is a high ground, which is why children choose it to watch the shooting stars.

Jiang Xing'er was startled, and immediately used the thirty-six strategies taught by his father, and ran away.

I don't know how long it took to run before Jiang Xing'er gasped and stopped.

"Xing'er, I've finally found you. Suddenly, a voice sounded, almost scaring Jiang Xing'er out of her soul. The person who came was none other than his father Jiang Changyuan.

"Hehe, what is my father looking for me?" Jiang Xing'er asked strangely, but when he looked at it in a blink of an eye, he saw that his father had been touching his head with his hand, and he immediately shrunk his neck.

"Let's go, I'll take you to get to know your teacher, he's in trouble, so you must study hard. Father Jiang Changyuan said slowly.

Jiang Xing'er nodded heavily, and was taken by his father to an open grass.

"This is the teacher Dong Wensong, you can study here. The father smiled at Jiang Xing'er and introduced the teacher.

"Well, this little guy is right here, you have something to do, just leave first. Dong Wensong looked like a tall man and waved his sleeves.

Jiang Xing'er looked at it at this time and found that the teacher was dressed very exquisitely, with long flowing hair, although he was middle-aged, he didn't see any gray hair. There is also a long sword on his back, a fairy wind bone, full of an immortal's fan.

"Alright, little one, come here. Dong Wensong beckoned and called Jiang Xing'er over.

Jiang Xing'er didn't know why, so she had to walk over. At this time, my father also left, and did not bother the teacher again.

Jiang Xing'er had just walked in, and he felt that time was passing very slowly. And he saw that the teacher suddenly reached out and tried to grab his hand.

Jiang Xing'er was obviously able to dodge in such a slow time, but she was still caught. It's a strange feeling, as if his consciousness can keep up with others, but his body can't.

"Huh, the sea of qi shattered? Are you the poor and unlucky kid who was hit in the stomach by a meteor?"

Jiang Xing'er didn't know why, he hadn't been in contact with Xiuzhen, so he didn't understand what a sea of qi was, and he didn't understand what a sea of qi was shattered.

The teacher, Dong Wensong, didn't seem to want to break the child's dream, so he asked him to go aside to listen to the class together.

Qi is a kind of power of heaven and earth, and it is also a kind of power that is first cultivated.

Listening to the introduction of the teacher Dong Wensong, Jiang Xing'er's mood slowly fell.

Jiang Xing'er was no longer in the mood to listen to those introductions, because he already knew the meaning of the words that shattered the sea of qi.

Jiang Xing'er slowly stood up and left slowly, feeling very depressed.

What kind of cultivation? What kind of immortality? What kind of discussion with that mighty person about the danger of throwing objects from high altitudes? This turned from hope to despair.

Looking at Jiang Xing'er's lost back, the friends who usually play well with him are very puzzled. Because they hadn't heard what the teacher said about the shattering of the sea of qi, they were very puzzled.

Jiang Xing'er sat silently in a quiet place, and only after everyone finished practicing did he return home.

Paper can't contain the fire, and soon after, the teacher Dong Wensong came to find the village chief and explained Jiang Xing'er's matter.

Jiang Changyuan just sighed, didn't say anything, and sent the teacher out.

After dinner, Jiang Xing'er returned to her bedroom in frustration and fell asleep.