Yan Yue saw the white-haired old man, his face was shocked, and then he showed regret.

After the white-haired old man finished his work, he sighed and said, "Who is the father of this child, come with me." As he spoke, he walked to the other side of the big banyan tree, and told the burly young man to stop the others from listening.

After Yan Shaoyuan returned from drinking, he had been watching from the field, and when he saw the look on the white-haired old man's face, he had a bad premonition in his heart, and after a slight hesitation, he followed the white-haired old man and walked behind the big banyan tree.

Yan Yue felt strange in his heart, tiptoeing behind, but was stopped by the burly young man, he didn't break through, he went around the crowd, came to a low log, and suddenly heard his father's voice coming, "You, what are you talking about?

Yan Yue was even more curious in his heart, and couldn't help but take a few steps forward, but when he saw the white-haired old man's head move slightly, and then waved his right hand, he couldn't hear any sound, he could only see the two of them talking, but the sound couldn't come out.

Yan Yue knew that the white-haired old man intended to avoid him, so he crouched behind a low wood and watched the two talk, only to see his father's expression of disbelief, and then seemed to be pleading with the white-haired old man.

While he was talking, he had already found Yan Yue behind the dwarf wood, and under Yan Shaoyuan's pleading, the white-haired old man made the action of using the Heavenly Eye Technique again and looked at Yan Yue.

Yan Yue immediately lowered his body, not daring to poke his head out again, squatting there in a daze.

The white-haired old man talked to Yan Shaoyuan for a long time, and after finishing speaking, he explained a few words to the short-bearded middle-aged man who came with him, and then left with the burly young man.

After he left, the villagers began to talk.

"Seven children with spiritual light, Yan Yue alone did not succeed in opening the light, right?"

"I see that he meditates and cultivates every day, who knows if it is a fake style. ”

Yan Yue looked at the eyes of the villagers looking at him, didn't dare to look at them, came to Yan Shaoyuan's side, and asked, "That old immortal, what did you say?"

Yan Shaoyuan looked in a trance, glanced at Yan Yue blankly, suddenly looked irritable, and said impatiently: "Go, go, go, don't ask!" As he spoke, he picked up the gourd full of wine in his hand, pulled out the cork, and raised his head to drink.

Yan Yue snorted lightly and turned his head, but he was more curious about what the two of them said in his heart, and thought about it in combination with the expressions of the two, did the old Shangxian tell him the reason why I can't open the light, so why didn't he tell me?

After the white-haired old man and the burly young man left, the short-bearded middle-aged man who came with them said, "In the future, I will live in your village and guide the young man in your village who has the image of spiritual light to complete the cultivation of the first three levels of cultivation. ”

In the past few years, the special situation of many people in Dashu Village has attracted the attention of the Yunyang Sect, and the Yunyang Sect has specially sent people to open the spirit and consecration for the school-age teenagers in the village.

However, Yunyang Sect and Dashu Village are far apart, and every other year they have to send someone to open the spirit for the school-age teenager, and after a month, they will send another person to open the light for the young man who has successfully opened the soul and has completed the spiritual injection.

For a disciple who is not yet able to fly with the sword, there is a lot of distance between the two places, and it is obviously useless to send a disciple who can fly with the sword to come and do this. Therefore, the Yunyang Sect decided to send a special person to stay in Dashu Village. And this person is the short-bearded middle-aged man who opened the spirit for the teenagers a month ago.

When the villagers heard that this immortal would live in the village in the future, they couldn't help but dance with joy, and under the organization of the village chief He Gengnong, they built a house for the short-bearded middle-aged man.

On this night, pigs and sheep were slaughtered, and the short-bearded middle-aged people were warm, and the short-bearded middle-aged people could not shirk it.

After three rounds of wine at the banquet, He Gengnong called the six teenagers, including Yan Yue, to his side and said, "Ji Shangxian will be your teacher in the future, so don't you pay homage to his old man." As he spoke, he pushed Yan Yue.

The short-bearded middle-aged man named Ji Boyan hurriedly got up and shirked, "No, no, I'm just for the sect to guide these children to complete the first three levels of cultivation, and when they really become cultivators, they will be my fellow disciples, don't mess with the generations." ”

Ji Boyan looked at the six teenagers in front of him, and said suspiciously: "There are six who have succeeded in opening the light, but why is there one who has succeeded in opening the light, but he is?"

Several teenagers looked at each other and noticed that one of them was missing.

Before He Gengnong could answer, a yellow-faced man among the villagers said: "The immortal doesn't know anything, the person who is not there is a splash, a scoundrel! That bastard boy died of illness in his parents when he was a child, and we worked hard to bring him up, and when he grows up, he does not think about reciprocation, but acts in the village all day long, and if he becomes a cultivator in the future, he will be a villain on the evil side! After we all discussed, we unanimously decided that we should not let him learn the immortal method with you. His words were full of anger.

Ji Boyan saw that the villagers echoed one after another, and said: "I see, unscrupulous people, I will definitely not teach, and our sect will never recruit them." ”

When the burly young man consecrated the youth, Ji Boyan was also present, knowing that Yan Yue did not succeed in consecrating, he looked at Yan Yue and said: "What I want to teach you in the future is that the cultivation method after the consecration is opened, you have not succeeded in consecrating during the day today, and you have a strange aura, so you will learn from me first, and I will give you another month, if you still can't consecrate at that time, then I can't do anything."

After the banquet dispersed, Yan Yue returned home, thinking about what happened during the day today, after he failed to open the light, the villagers couldn't help but clench their fists when they saw the change in his gaze and what Ji Boyan said at the banquet.

"In a month, I must open the light!"

After that, Yan Yue and five other teenagers who had successfully opened the consecration every afternoon went to listen to Ji Boyan teach the cultivation method after the consecration, and practiced the method of injecting the spirit at home in the morning and evening, which was more diligent than the previous month.

Yan Shaoyuan seems to have a great obsession with whether Yan Yue can open the light, and urges Yan Yue to practice diligently every day.

A month later, the villagers gathered in front of the newly built house for Ji Boyan.

"I heard that today, Ji Shangxian will open the light again for the child of the Yan family, I don't know what the result will be. ”

"I heard that half a month is enough, but he can't do it for a month, is it enough for two months? The man said this, but he did not leave, but continued to be where he was, looking into the door.

In the courtyard, Yan Yue stood in front of Ji Boyan, Ji Boyan's palm condensed mana, and gently slapped it on the top of Yan Yue's head.

"Well, this time the consecration was successful!" Yan Yue fantasized in his heart, and what Ji Boyan was about to say next looked at Ji Boyan with hopeful eyes.

Ji Boyan looked at him for a moment, and said indifferently: "You won't use it in the future." After saying that, he flicked his sleeves and walked into the house.

Yan Yue stood in place in a daze, the words "You won't use it in the future" echoed in his mind, these words, like a spike, pierced his heart fiercely.

In the room in front of him, he studied with five other teenagers with Ji Boyan for a month. Now, Ji Boyan told him that you won't use it in the future.

Five teenagers who had been studying with him for a month stood in front of the house with smiles on their faces.

Yan Yue saw the schadenfreude from their gaze, turned around lonely, and walked out of the courtyard, the oncoming sunlight made him a little dazzling, and he couldn't help but close his eyes.

The voices of the villagers outside the courtyard came to their ears.

"This kid is enlightened, but you say, why can't you open the light?"

"Yes, Mu Shangxian also said before that his spiritual light is the top grade in the hazy light, I don't look like it!"

He also said that he had discovered the aura himself before he had even opened the spirit. ”

"That's it, your talent is really good, why haven't you opened up for two months!"

"Don't sit cross-legged on the ground every day, no matter where you go, pretending to be, and hating it. You, it's enough to be half as good as our family. ”

"I also said before, let our family Xiunian grow up, and give him a daughter-in-law, bah, bah, this doll is pro, fortunately it hasn't been decided. ”

"From the moment this child was born, I knew he was not promising. You father and son, you can't stand up in this life!"

"There is such a waste in our village, and even I, who is my cousin's uncle, are unlucky!"

"It's not, it's bad luck when you look at it!"

The villagers' initial discussion and speculation gradually turned into vicious verbal attacks.

Yan Yue stood alone at the door, his face was calm, but the palm of his hand and his nails had sunk deep into his palm, but he didn't realize it.

"That's enough, shut up for me!" He Gengnong finally couldn't bear it anymore.

As He Gengnong roared, the villagers gradually dispersed, and Yan Yue's father, Yan Shaoyuan, stood silently in place for a while, and also went away with the crowd.

Yan Yue looked at his father's back, and a touch of self-deprecation appeared on the corner of his mouth.

That night, after Yan Yue finished eating, he went to bed early.

"Why do you go to bed after eating, and you don't practice the method of injecting spirits?" Yan Shaoyuan said.

At this time of the day, as soon as Yan Yue finished eating, he sat on the bed and practiced the method of injecting spirits, and he didn't sleep until very late.

After Yan Shaoyuan finished speaking, he nagged again, "Tomorrow I will continue to follow Ji Shangxian to learn the immortal method, and your uncle and I will bring something over and talk to him again." ”

Yan Yue lifted the quilt violently and said impatiently: "It's said that I can't open the light, and let me continue to cultivate, what's the use? People teach the cultivation method after the light, why did I go to learn it? Let others laugh at it!"

"What kind of attitude do you have, if it doesn't work in two months, it will be three months, and if it doesn't work in three months, it will take four months, you have to try again!" Yan Shaoyuan seemed to have a great obsession with whether Yan Yue could open the light.

"Others play around every day, and the time that is really used for cultivation doesn't add up to more than a day for me, and I practice every day except for eating and sleeping, and for two months in a row, I still can't open the light, what can I do?

There is no woman in Yan Yue's family to run the house, and the father and son usually don't talk much, and they are easy to quarrel when they encounter things.

Yan Yue turned his head and said again: "Since I was a child, you have never cared about me, but now you take care of me...... Anyway, my mother doesn't want me anymore, I've always been a person, whether I can become a cultivator or not!" There was a trace of choked up in his words.

Yan Shaoyuan was silent for a long time and sighed.