Above the Immortal Cultivation

Wang Hao listened to Qiu Huaren's story. Although he didn't know what it meant, he knew that this was the only chance to change Wang Lu's life.

He looked at his son deeply and picked up his pipe to smoke.

Zhang Yan ran out of the kitchen when she heard Wang Hao's cry. She also heard Qiu Huaren's story just now. She was confused for a while and didn't know what to do.

"Is the food ready? I'll make a braised ground goat meat for Qiu Shenxian to taste later."

"Okay, Dad's braised mutton is the best!"

Wang Lu jumped up excitedly when he heard that his father was personally in the battle.

Zhang Yan looked at the ground goat appearing out of thin air in front of her, as if she didn't believe her eyes, and was shocked.

She didn't know whether she was happy or something else in her heart, her path would take a completely different path from theirs.

Wang Hao took his wife and children to the kitchen to clean up the ground goat, while Qiu Huaren walked into the yard and thought quietly.

A question always bothered him. According to the common sense of the immortal cultivation world, a couple without spiritual roots cannot have such a good spiritual root child. The best in history only has three spiritual roots.

He suddenly laughed dumbly. Why think so much? It should be that God pities his Liufu Sect and allows the Liufu Sect to continue its inheritance.

Besides, records are meant to be broken. The way of heaven is flawed, and Wang Lu's double spiritual roots are also possible.

Thinking that there is only his Liufu Sect now, he still clearly remembers the scene more than a hundred years ago when his junior brother stole the Six Talisman Book and led the magic Shenxue Sect to raid the sect, causing the sect to be destroyed and leaving only him.

His heart was broken, and he was determined to take revenge.

Over the years, he has been hiding from place to place, looking for successors. Many of the good ones have been picked up by various major sects. The rest are either four spiritual roots or mixed spiritual roots, or they are old and accidentally know that they have three spiritual roots.

His aptitude is average, with only three spiritual roots. His road to immortal cultivation in this life has basically come to an end. It was only with the resources left to him by his master that he accumulated to the late stage of foundation building. There was no way to go forward. He just wanted to find an excellent successor for his master.

When Wang Lu was chasing the mountain rabbit and met the five-colored python, the spirit-testing talisman on his body suddenly moved. He knew that Wang Lu had spiritual roots. Then Wang Lu was stunned. He thought that this child had poor adaptability, but then Wang Lu resolutely stood behind Wang Hao and did not abandon him. He was moved.

The world of immortal cultivation is full of intrigues and deceptions. There are too few sincere sons like Wang Lu, so he saved Wang Hao and the other two, and then he had the idea of ​​accepting disciples.

When the spirit-testing talisman showed that Wang Lu had both earth and wood spiritual roots, he was overjoyed. He decided to hand over the mantle of the sect's six-talisman sect to this ten-year-old boy.

People with dual spiritual roots are the backbone of many large sects, and are even more precious core disciples in small sects. As long as there are no accidents or premature deaths during cultivation, the lowest level is the Golden Core Stage, which is a master of cultivation with a lifespan of 500 years.

He wanted to take Wang Lu back to Liufu Sect, but when he thought of the scene of the thin Wang Lu forgetting his death and fighting with the five-colored python, he decided to be honest, which led to the previous conversation.

An hour passed, it was late, the night sky fell, and the autumn wind blew a chill.

In the stone jar in the main hall, the mountain goat meat was steaming hot, the goat soup was thick and tender, mixed with dozens of fiery red mountain peppers and unique mountain fragrant leaves, exuding an intoxicating fragrance. On the wooden table were several mountain-specific side dishes and a plate of fried oil beans.

Wang Hao opened a pot of rice wine taken out from the cellar, poured it for Qiu Huaren, poured it for Zhang Yan, and filled it for himself.

He picked up the bowl and said to Qiu Huaren: "The Wang Hao family thanks the immortal for saving their lives. Your great kindness is beyond our ability to repay. Please drink this bowl of wine."

After saying that, he drank it all.

"Uncle Qiu, my mother said that children can't drink alcohol. I drink tea and you drink wine. I will drink with you when I grow up. Is that okay?"

At this time, Wang Lu, who was sweating from eating, said timidly to Qiu Huaren while holding the rough tea.

"Okay, uncle, drink it. Let's drink it."

After saying that, Qiu Huaren smiled and picked up the porcelain bowl and clinked it with Wang Lu's glass.

"Good wine, good wine."

After drinking, he laughed.

Wang Hao kept toasting, while Zhang Yan kept putting mutton into Wang Lu's bowl with a smile. Looking at her son eating with relish, she couldn't help wanting to cry.

"Mom, that's enough, that's enough, you, dad and Uncle Qiu should eat more, I'm so bloated."

Wang Lu wiped the red mutton fat on his mouth and put a large piece of mutton into Zhang Yan's bowl with a smile.

The host and the guest were all happy.

"Yan, keep your voice down, don't cry, Lu'er has his own way to go, we should be happy."

"Um, um... woo, woo, woo..."

The next morning, Wang Hao brought Wang Lu to Qiu Huaren's house. When they were about to knock on the door, the door opened and Qiu Huaren looked at the father and son in high spirits.

"Lu'er, kneel down and kowtow three times to your master."

Wang Lu followed his father's instructions at a loss, kneeled down, threw his body forward, and kowtowed three times to Qiu Huaren with his hands on the ground.

"Good disciple, get up quickly, from now on, you are my Qiu Huaren's only disciple and the only successor of my Liufu Sect."

The family sat together.

Qiu Huaren said, "I am already 260 years old this year. It is a great fortune for me to meet a good disciple in Yunwu Mountain. If you don't mind, you can call me Brother Qiu."

"The place we are in now is under the jurisdiction of Xiangxiang Country. Xiangxiang Country covers hundreds of thousands of miles. Its sect is called Xuepo Sect, which governs nine secular countries as big as Xiangxiang Country. There are thousands of sects like Xuepo Sect in the Western Desert. In addition to the Western Desert, there are also South China Sea, East Desert, Northern Frontier and Zhongzhou. Each territory is vast and boundless and cannot be measured by miles."

"Today, I will take you to a place called Liupi Mountain, which is a month's journey from Yunwu Mountain. It is a gathering place for casual cultivators and is millions of miles away. So, disciple, if you have anything to say, tell your parents. Otherwise, you can only go home after you have learned something."

Qiu Huaren said gently to Wang Lu.

Wang Lu's eyes were red. He knelt in front of Wang Hao and Zhang Yan, hugged Zhang Yan's legs, and cried, "Dad, Mom, I will come back to see you soon. You must be well."

"Brother, Lu'er is in your hands. Please take care of him."

Wang Hao grabbed Qiu Huaren's hand and begged.

"Lu'er, take these shoes."

Zhang Yan took out a pair of cowhide shoes from the inner room and gave them to Wang Lu, choking with sobs.

The three of them were reluctant to leave, tears flowing like a spring, Wang Lu cried so hard that Qiu Huaren couldn't bear to watch.

After a long time, Wang Lu said goodbye to his parents, and followed his master in silence on the road in the mountains.

Walking to an open space, Qiu Huaren took off the blue gourd from his waist, and with a "hi" sound, the gourd became as big as a small house. He carried the shocked Wang Lu onto the gourd, sat on it himself, and made a mantra. The gourd flew up into the air and flew away.

Wang Lu stared blankly in the direction of home, tears streaming down his face for a while.

Since then, he has embarked on a thorny but extraordinary path of cultivating immortals.