Dilapidated thatched huts, dimly lit.

A short figure knelt in front of a simple offering table, on which was faintly placed a black spirit tablet and a rusty bronze lamp.

The figure did not move, as if it was going to bow down like a stone forever.

With a "snap", the flame in the copper lamp flickered suddenly, and the short figure finally changed.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

After the short figure kowtowed three times, he suddenly raised his head, and it was a handsome young man with a somewhat pale face, about twelve or thirteen years old, dressed in plain filial piety clothes.

"Mother, the child is leaving, don't worry, go to the Zhong family, I will work hard to cultivate, once the cultivation of immortal arts is successful, I will definitely enshrine your tablet in the Zhong family's holy land, so that all those who look down on their mothers will kowtow to your old man every year in the future." ”

The boy said these words in a low voice, and after leaning over again, he stood up, turned and pushed the door out of the hut.

"Young Master Shen, are you ready to go back to the Zhong family?" In a clearing outside the grass hut, there stood an old man in a green robe with a white beard, and when he saw the young man coming out, he asked unhurriedly.

"Uncle Qing, I've already said goodbye to my mother, you can cast a spell. When the young man heard this, he lowered his hand and replied.

"In that case, the old slave is welcome. Young Master Shen had never practiced immortal art before, and his body was still mortal, so this time the Zhong family would be protected by the old slave himself. Qingbo nodded, then raised his head and let out a long howl, rolling on the spot.

There was a muffled sound of "boom", and the rolling air waves rolled around, and a cyan giant crane with a head and tail of more than three zhang long appeared on the spot, with feathers all over its body, emerald green and crystalline, and its eyes were shining red.

A moment later, the giant crane roared, spread its wings, and carried the thin boy into the sky and flew towards the sky.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, five years have passed.

The thatched hut still stood alone in this remote place, and the thin and short figure never appeared again......

(Hehe,This book is the Xianxia part of the Six Traces series that forgot to write words.,It's also the second part of the Six Tracks.,I hope you want to like it.。 In addition, this book has been written, so you don't have to worry about affecting the creation of the mortal immortal world. ）

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