Chapter 8: Preparation
It's okay once or twice, but Jiang Xing'er got excited and has been playing dozens of times.
If there is a spirit in the storage bag, then it will definitely kick Jiang Xing'er to the ground and knead it hundreds of times.
After Jiang Xing'er had had enough, he laughed, and he felt that the storage bag in his hand was also slightly softer, as if it was much easier.
At this time, Jiang Xing'er realized that she had entered the storage bag so many times, and she didn't even know what was inside.
Jiang Xing'er thought again, but this time, he didn't succeed in seeing the contents of the storage bag. He immediately frowned, and tried several times in a row before he could see what was inside.
The space in the storage bag was only as big as the small room Jiang Xing'er lived in before, but he was also very satisfied.
There are three books inside, one is to practice the mind, one is the sword technique, and the other is the introduction of medicinal herbs.
Jiang Xing'er was in trouble again, he had been fighting with animals in the mountains for the past few years, and there was time to learn words. He took the three books and stayed there for a moment, not knowing what to do.
Jiang Xing'er immediately recovered her spirits, and planned to go down the mountain this time, she must learn words, otherwise, if she has peerless exercises and doesn't know how to read, it will be in vain.
Jiang Xing'er went to find the storage bag again to see what else was there.
This Dong Wensong is really poor, in addition to books, there is also a bottle of unknown pills in the storage bag, and more than a dozen glowing stones.
Jiang Xing'er took out the dozen or so glowing stones very strangely, but at this moment, the gourd reacted. As soon as it jumped up, the stopper in its mouth opened, and all the stones were sucked into the gourd.
Jiang Xing'er was taken aback, he hadn't seen those stones clearly, and they just disappeared? When he was helpless, he took out the bottle of elixir again.
In the same situation, Hulu ate the bottle of elixir again, and after a while, spit out the empty bottle.
Jiang Xing'er looked at the empty bottle in a daze, and then sighed helplessly.
"Come out, I know you're inside, I've seen you. Jiang Xing'er pointed at the gourd and yelled.
But the gourd remained motionless, as if it had nothing to do with it.
Jiang Xing'er danced and yelled at the gourd for a while, looking like an orangutan, and there was no movement, so she had to give up. He also wanted to suck at the mouth of the gourd, but he was afraid that he would become the dead fat again, so he gave up.
"Woohoo"
Jiang Xing'er immediately turned his head when he heard the voice, and saw an orangutan walking towards him.
The orangutan is twisting step by step, coquettish, and looks like it is in the spring.
Jiang Xing'er frowned, and suddenly he found something.
It turned out that when he came out of the cave, he had no clothes on, and at this time, he was naked, and he was really tempting to an orangutan.
As soon as Jiang Xing'er thought of this, she immediately became disgusted, and her entourage Dong Wensong tore off a few pieces of his clothes, covered the important parts, and fled from this place of right and wrong.
Dong Wensong's corpse didn't need to be cleaned up, because there were so many fierce beasts on the mountain, so in less than a while, a fierce beast came over to help Jiang Xing'er clean up this corpse.
More than three years have passed in the village, and once again there is a sneaky figure, just blocking the important position with two ugly objects, and his face is covered with dirty mud.
Jiang Xing'er returned home with ease, and at home at this time, the trumpet was also about three years old. He was also helpless with this large size, he wanted to pack a few clothes and go up the mountain again, but only then did he find that his clothes were not suitable.
"Huh, Xing'er is back?" asked her mother, Wang Ziqing, in surprise.
"Ah, yes, I'm back. "Jiang Xing'er is like a stranger now, and she doesn't know what to say.
"Come, if you are so tall and strong, you can wear your brother's clothes before, and now you will wear your father's clothes first. Mother Wang Ziqing said with a smile, and took out a set of her father's clothes and handed it to Jiang Xing'er.
Jiang Xing'er took off her clothes gratefully and put them on as quickly as she could.
"Xing'er, you seem to be different?" Mother Wang Ziqing has felt this way since she saw Jiang Xing'er for the first time, but she can't talk about it.
"I've been working out in the mountains, so I've grown up a bit. Jiang Xing'er replied with a smile.
"No, it's a weird feeling. Mother Wang Ziqing said again.
Now Jiang Xing'er is only at the tenth level of the Qi cultivation period, and his parents are only at the sixth or seventh level of the Qi training period, so his parents can't sense the qi emitted from Jiang Xing'er's body. But there is more or less coercion at the level, so parents can only wonder, but cannot understand the reason.
"Xing'er is also back, that's just right, the major sects accept disciples, so we will send all the villagers in the village who are between the ages of ten and twenty, even if they get a small sect to recruit them. "Father Jiang Changyuan was very happy when he saw Jiang Xing'er come back, and regardless of whether Jiang Xing'er had been judged to have broken the sea of qi before, he just wanted to possibly have his son be recruited by other sects in other aspects.
Jiang Xing'er was also very happy, so that he didn't have to practice so dangerously.
Shennong paid for the grass and eventually became a god, but only he knew the danger, and Jiang Xing'er was not arrogant enough that he could compare with Shennong.
"Father, when is that going?" Jiang Xing'er asked his father after he got dressed.
"Well, there's still two months, and you don't have to run around anymore during that time. Father Jiang Changyuan said with a smile.
Jiang Xing'er nodded in response and immediately ran out.
Why is he in such a hurry, because Jiang Xing'er has to learn the words within these two months, so he immediately ran to his best friend and went to recognize the words.
Jiang Xing'er drank gourd water when she was thirsty, drank gourd water when she was tired, and drank gourd water when she was sleepy.
After drinking gourd water, my legs no longer hurt, my waist is no longer sore, and I have the strength to do anything.
Jiang Xing'er really learned most of the fonts in two months under such a desperate situation, which also reflects his unforgettable memory.
But it tortured Jiang Xing'er's sworn friends to the point that they were not human, fortunately, Dong Wensong was dead, and no one came to teach them to practice, they all practiced freely, which made them breathe a sigh of relief, otherwise they would really be forced to die.
Two months passed, and Jiang Xing'er and the other villagers were gathered in a clearing.
There are also two more immortal-like cultivators here, both of them are standing on top of the flying sword, and they look very majestic.
"These two immortals are from our village, because of the village chief's request, so they came back from the city to guard you into the city to participate in the selection of disciples of various sects. Village Leader Changyuan said with a smile.
"We still have a long way to go, so let's go now. An immortal standing on top of the flying sword said coldly.