New White Snake Asking Immortals

In the hall, the old and the young were filled with righteous indignation for the sake of profit.

"Then... there is only one token, who is it for?"

One sentence seemed to pour down a basin of cold water in the air. Except for two or three people, they all showed regret. Obviously, they knew that their own strength could not get the token. Only the children of the powerful family members could go up the mountain. When I think of this, I understand why the family remembers But with two seven- or eight-year-old boys there, the relationship was already ready to be distributed, it was just a cutscene.

"There are three boys in our Zhuo family who are seven or eight years old. Apart from the bastards, there are only the youngest son of the eldest and the third son of the third. Whoever takes the token to Mount Huashan depends on your own ability. Come on, go to the treasure house to get the test. Yufu, let's see who of the two boys has a chance."

The words were calm, as if the things in the hands of the orphan had nothing to do with him, and he could arrange them as he wanted.

In the feudal era, the clan represented everything, and the clan elders even had the right to decide life and death. In fact, there were several seven- or eight-year-old boys in the clan, but who made them part of the family and not the direct line?

There are many jade talismans for testing in the world of immortality. No matter the sect or sect, they will be prepared to keep them. The biggest use is to test whether the spiritual roots of the person are suitable for cultivation, but any family who has a little ability to know the world of immortality will spend a lot of money to buy one. There are very few people who practice, and there may not be any of them at home, but once future generations can cultivate, it is better to be a little prepared.

The father and grandfather of the two children were in an uneasy mood, and no one knew what they were planning...

Soon, the jade talisman was brought to test the two little boys.

The result was not very satisfying. One of the boys didn't react at all, which means that he was not a cultivator at all. The other reacted, but the reaction was like a candle in a storm. .

"This……"

A few old men were in a bit of trouble. They finally got the opportunity to practice, but they didn't have any good seedlings. The good seedlings in the family were either too old or too young to pretend to be. For a while, they began to complain about why they had to be that scumbag. Not better.

No one thought that the token was actually given to the **** they called the woman who had nothing to do with her family.

Helpless, I can only give the opportunity to the child who is a little bit stubborn, no matter how high or low the cultivation is, as long as it can bring benefits to the family.

The next step is the division of interests. For example, how much benefit should the father of the selected child gain from increasing his property? The same clan who did not have a good relationship in the past also nodded and flattered. Promising how much benefit it will bring to the family in the future, a group of people are in the hall and look like the family is prosperous.

After a while, the five old men led a few middle-aged men and the selected child towards the mourning hall.

It's still that simple mourning hall.

The little boy who was kneeling and burning paper turned his head and looked out the door. When he saw who was coming, hatred flashed in his eyes...

Entering the room, a group of people didn't even look at the thin-skin coffin.

"Little bastard! Didn't you see the clan elder and elders there? Why don't you salute quickly!" a middle-aged man shouted.

The little boy still filled the brazier with burning paper without raising his head.

"you……"

The middle-aged man had to continue to scold him, and the old man who was leading him on the faucet raised his hand to signal that he didn't need to say more.

After pondering for a while, the old man spoke.

"Zhuo Feng, you are a child of my Zhuo family. You must always remember the family. Of course, the family will also take care of the clan. People can't be resurrected from the dead.

The little boy named Zhuo Feng raised his head.

"I want my mother and father to be buried together!"

"What qualifications does that **** have to enter my Zhuo family's ancestral grave? It's enough to save her face in this pendulum hall. If it wasn't for that bitch, how could your father die so early!"

The little boy Zhuo Feng gritted his teeth and looked at the man, the fierceness in his eyes made his heart palpitate.

"My father died early, and you all bullied my mother together! You killed my mother!"

"I'll fight you little bastard..."

The old man stretched out his crutches to stop the man who was about to hit him and gave him a stern look. He didn't even bother with a child. If it weren't for the crowd, the old man would probably hit his son's stupid head with a crutch.

"Zhuo Feng, Grandpa can promise to let your mother enter the ancestral grave to be buried with your father, but you have to take out one thing."

Zhuo Feng was stunned for a moment, then nodded excitedly.

"As long as my parents can be buried together, I can do anything! It doesn't matter if it kills me!"

"Okay! We don't want your life. Did your mother give you something before she left? As long as you are willing to take out that thing, I can represent the family and allow your mother to join our Zhuo family tree, how about that?"

"I……"

Zhuo Feng was very tangled. Before his death, his mother did give him something and said that he would take good care of it and someone would come to look for him in the future. However, his mother has not been admitted by the clan and was so angry that he could not be buried with his father. If he could use that thing. In exchange, my mother entered the clan and was buried with my father, so I gave it.

The filial Zhuo Feng quickly made up his mind.

"My mother only gave me this."

Zhuo Feng took out the necklace jade pendant from his arms, and the old man hurried forward and pulled the jade pendant down and put it in his hand to watch.

I saw the jade pendant was two inches in size, with a yin and yang fish slowly rotating in the middle.

"It's this! It must be this!"

"God bless my Zhuo family, hahaha~"

A group of clan elders left, but before leaving, the little fat man who was nominally his elder brother ran to Zhuo Feng's ear and said a word~www.wuxiamtl.com~ A **** is a bastard, just wait, I'll make it tomorrow If your mother throws it at the mass grave, you have to get out of the family, and I'm going to the mountain to cultivate immortals, hahaha~"

Zhuo Feng understood that he had been deceived.

"Give it back to me! You liars!"

The big grandfather didn't turn his head back, the little fat man's father slapped him, and Zhuo Feng rolled his head on the ground several times before he stopped, watching those people take away the last thoughts that his mother left for him...

The seven-year-old child was severely slapped by someone. Lying in front of the coffin, crying and roaring, couldn't stop those people from carrying the coffin away. All eyes were full of sneers and ridicule, and no one came forward even to say hello.

Recalling that I gave the relics left by my mother to others, but I got nothing, and I feel regretful.

Originally, the Zhuo family planned to kill Zhuo Feng and change the name of the little fat man to Zhuo Feng. Maybe the rest of the family thought the child was too pitiful. Besides, he was also not very good for the Zhuo family. Throwing a few steamed buns in it to make a living is much more comfortable than Zhuo Feng's miserable little fat man. Every day, he will be waiting for Huashan to enter the Chunyang Palace to cultivate immortals.

In the small courtyard, Zhuo Feng couldn't get out even though he tried every possible way. No one would answer whether he slammed the door or yelled at him. He gradually calmed down and stared at the sky above his head, longing for the freedom of the birds to go wherever they wanted. ...

Every day, someone outside throws a few steamed buns in, and sometimes they are still rancid.

When the water was not enough, he collected rainwater, and even dug a pit in the courtyard near the garden pool to divert water. At a young age, Zhuo Feng tried his best to live by his mother's last words and live until he grew up.

Gradually, Zhuo Feng was forgotten, and only those old servants of the Zhuo family couldn't bear to throw a few steamed buns every day and say a few words secretly.