Master Fu does not envy immortals

Chapter 2 Legacy
The girl panted lightly, dragged the knife and took two steps forward, her dirty little face was completely exposed to the sun, even though her lips were pale and sickly, she could still be seen as a delicate beauty.

It's hard to imagine that the murderous movement just now was caused by such a little girl.

"Are you trying to kill someone!" Seeing her son being knocked unconscious, the fat woman's complexion changed, and she was about to yell, but was stopped by the big man raising his hand.

A rotten smell came out of her nostrils, she almost vomited, and the words of cursing were abruptly blocked back.

The big man looked at the little girl with great interest: "You are Jiang Hu's daughter? Are you called Jiang Xian?"

"Xian'er is my nickname, and my name is Jiang Qiongxing." The girl said lightly.

She looked at the stranger with doubts in her eyes.

The big man patted his chest and introduced himself beamingly: "Shi Yueren is an old friend of Jiang Hu. He often exchanged letters in his early years. He even showed me that he gave birth to a daughter."

The tall and thin man shrunk behind heard this, curled his lips in disdain: It sounds like I haven't contacted him for several years, and judging by his downcast appearance, there is a high probability that he came to the door to fight the autumn wind.

The fat woman put away her ferocious look of wanting to hit the child, and interjected pretendingly: "It's a pity that my brother has already... Sigh, if you can come to see him off for the last time, my brother will be very happy to know."

An immature child's voice resounded faintly: "My father is dead, but I'm still alive. Could it be that you are the 'Yue Zu acting as a substitute' as mentioned in the book?"

"What are you talking about? Your aunt came all the way to help you preside over the funeral, and she can't even say a word of thanks." The thin middle-aged man reprimanded angrily.

"That's right, after my brother's death, there is only one ten-year-old child left in this family. How can I take care of this big family property..." The fat woman rubbed the corner of her eyes and said, "I was so worried that I couldn't sleep or eat. I rushed back from my husband's house overnight to help, for fear that the child would be bullied by outsiders..."

Jiang Qiongxing looked at the fat woman with big black and white eyes: "Auntie, since you are here to help me, why did you lock me in the woodshed?"

Faced with this question, the fat woman froze suddenly, her cheeks twitched twice, and she forced a smile: "Uh, there are too many things at home these two days. I asked your cousin to take care of you. He is young, so I am afraid he is just playing with you."

Hearing this, Jiang Qiongxing looked at the boy who was held in the arms of the old man.

He closed his eyes tightly, he didn't know whether he was fainted from fright or was knocked unconscious, no matter how the old man shouted, he didn't respond.

"Locking the weak and bedridden cousin in the firewood room, is this a joke?" The big man put his hand into the skirt of his clothes, scratched it carelessly, and asked in an unpleasant way.

"This..." The fat woman was dumbfounded for a moment.

"I'm afraid this child is sick and confused, so why don't you take her back quickly." The old man holding his grandson looked at Jiang Qiongxing with unkind eyes, "Your aunt is doing it for your own good, because she is afraid that you will be too sad and hurt your foundation, so she made an exception to let you go back to rest. It's good for you to play and hide in the woodshed by yourself, locked in, and blame others in turn!"

Jiang Qiongxing remained calm.

It's a good one.

If she was really a ten-year-old child, she might be persuaded by this confident tone and believe it to be true.

Fortunately she is not.

"Auntie said she came to help me..." It might be that the hatchet was too heavy, Jiang Qiongxing leaned it on the ground, and said indifferently, "But you seem to have forgotten that even when my father was still alive, I was in charge of the family's accounts. Why didn't you show up then?"

Before they could answer, she said "Oh" herself, as if she had figured it out: "Because when my father was alive, you didn't dare to think about my money."

The old man took a breath exaggeratedly, his beard trembled, and he pointed at Jiang Qiongxing: "Presumptuous! How did your father teach you! Teach such a crazy girl with a small belly to speculate on her relatives like this!"

Jiang Qiongxing looked at the old man who seemed to be poking at him at any time, and curled his lips: "Uncle, take it easy, don't get too excited—my father is over 80, I guess he is a few years older than you, and he is usually in good health, why don't he just say he's gone?"

Is this cursing him to death?

Hearing this, the old man became even angrier and trembled more violently, and it took him a long time to hold back a sentence: "Who is your uncle!"

"Ah?" Jiang Qiongxing's eyes widened slightly, and he glanced at everyone present, with an innocent face, "My father is in his 80s, and although my aunt is young, she is also in her 60s, and you are the only one who is about her age here."

More than 60?
The terrified eyes of the thin middle-aged man shifted from his wife to his father—if I remember correctly, his father is only in his 60s, so could it be that he actually married a woman as old as his father?
"Husband! Don't listen to her nonsense! Look at my face, how can I be 60 years old!" The fat woman screamed.

Shi Yueren glanced with interest at Jiang Qiongxing, who had an upright and open face, as if he didn't know what amazing words he had said, and interrupted cheerfully: "I know that there will be Danxiu in our immortal world selling inferior Zhuyan Pills. In fact, they are broken things. They can only delay the speed of aging and are of no great use. But the advantage is that mortals can also take them—Jiang Hu should have bought them for you, right?"

Let's cultivate the immortal world?
Jiang Qiongxing, who was standing outside the crowd, heard this sentence, and looked him around calmly, with a little confusion flashing in his eyes.

Immortal cultivators will be downcast like this beggar?
Others didn't notice this detail. They were shocked to hear such a big event, and the uncle's family was stunned. The fat woman whose secret was revealed stood under such naked eyes, and became angry with embarrassment: "Do you really believe what a child and a beggar say? Maybe they are a gang and want to drive us away!"

Speaking of this, the old man finally remembered his original reason for coming, and said solemnly: "Well, we will talk about these things when we go home. It's important now. Your brother has not been buried yet, so don't let him see the joke."

The fat woman exhaled and calmed down.

Only the tall and thin man stared at his wife's face with an unacceptable expression, as if he wanted to see some signs of his 60-year-old from it.

"You misunderstood, Xian'er," the fat woman deliberately avoided facing the scorching gaze beside her, and said to the little girl who was holding a hatchet, "Auntie is not what you think. We do have something to ask for when we come here this time, but the things in your house still belong to you."

Although Jiang Qiongxing looked only ten years old, he was not easy to fool. He raised his eyebrows and waited for her next words.

The fat woman lowered her head and searched around, then dragged her confused little son up: "Your cousin just went to test the root of the spirit not long ago, it is the root of the five spirits!"

She doesn't know what five spiritual roots are. She only knows that having spiritual roots means being able to cultivate immortals, which is completely different from ordinary people like them.

"That's right, Xian'er, after your father passed away, those immortal cultivating things should still be there?" Uncle didn't care to study how much older his daughter-in-law was than himself, and interjected, "You are not an immortal cultivator, so keeping those is a waste. Why don't you use them for your cousin, and when he becomes an immortal cultivator, he will definitely not forget your benefits."

They had searched the entire Jiang family while the little girl was in a coma, but they couldn't find what they wanted, otherwise why bother?
　Ask for a recommendation ticket for a new book~
　　


(End of this chapter)