He was a model in the world of self-cultivation in his last life.

Chapter 470

In the hospital, a middle-aged man left in a hurry with his newly born wife and newborn child, regardless of the doctor's will.

When Zhao Ying arrived, she saw the man comforting the woman, "Don't think about it, isn't it just a boy? Being able to give birth to this one means that we both have a life to have a boy, and we will be fine if we don't."

The woman sighed, "But this is a boy...can't the first three girls do it?"

The man's expression was also a bit heartbroken, but he still said cruelly: "I don't want a girl, what can I do? It's okay, don't talk about it, you just stay at home, and he is waiting outside."

The woman opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but finally closed her mouth.

...This is Gu Changling's parents in this life?

This surprised Zhao Ying.

In order to avoid unnecessary karma, they reincarnated and chose the status of orphans. How could Gu Changling have both parents?

Also, where is he taking Gu Changling?

Zhao Ying followed carefully, and saw a scene that made her gnash her teeth.

"Old man, look... this is a boy. My wife and I gave birth to three girls, all of whom were girls, and we finally got one. This is the only child of my old Gu's family. You can tell me If I take it away like this, I can’t even explain to my ancestors.”

In an alley full of rubbish, men clutched rough swaddling clothes and bargained.

Opposite him was an old man with gray hair and spots in the wrinkles that only monks could see.

That is the mark of sin.

magic repair?

Seeing this, Zhao Ying already understood the whole situation.

The old man looked at the man with contempt, and handed out a black plastic bag, "That's all. If it doesn't work, I'll find someone else. Anyway, I just bought a person who threw the pot for me. Where can I find it?"

The man's expression changed, he looked at the three stacks of red notes inside, and immediately smiled, he hurriedly stuffed the swaddle into the old man's arms, and snatched the black plastic bag.

"What you said is, what you said is that it is this kid's blessing to be able to follow you... Is he alone enough? If you feel lonely, my daughter is also very sensible, and the big girl can cook for you. "

It turned out that selling a child was not enough, so he decided to sell his daughter.

The old man snorted coldly, "Keep it for yourself. If you dare to say a word about what happened today, the money will be enough for you to eat and drink in prison for the rest of your life."

The man agreed repeatedly, but the old man ignored him and strode away with the child in his arms.

The man couldn't wait to start counting the money, Zhao Ying glanced at it, and immediately gritted his teeth.

3 yuan? ? ?

My brother, Gu, only deserves thirty soft sister coins? !

Are you blind?

Zhao Ying was so angry that she wanted to smash the heads of scumbag parents and Moxiu, but she couldn't do that, she could only watch Gu Changling being taken away by Moxiu.

After secretly observing for two years, Zhao Ying was completely relieved.

Moxiu bought Changling back in order to let him practice the exercises he modified.

This is a crazy monk. After reading the exercises in the Yinhe Library, he found that he could not practice at all except for the "Kung Fu Sutra".

To cultivate merit, one must first wash away his sins.

He is already in his seventies and eighties, how can he still have time to do this?

So, I tried to create my own exercises.

——A skill that mortals can practice.

If he succeeds, his merits will last for thousands of years, and his merits are immeasurable. Maybe he can ascend in place, or, his merits can allow him to have the qualifications and opportunities like Long Aotian in his next life.

And Gu Changling was his chosen exerciser.

Zhao Ying felt sorry for the boss, and she was reincarnated as a mortal, but she still couldn't escape this disaster.

However, this is also impossible.

After all, the Magic Cultivator would make this choice, and the Yinhe Library's exercises were the direct cause, which has something to do with Jiuli and Gu Changling.

It was because of this karma that the magic cultivator picked Gu Changling who was still in the womb among the vast crowd.

Soon, Moxiu paid the price for his choice.

Because, Gu Changling turned out to be the lone star of Tiansha.

Whoever suffers is unlucky.

After Moxiu bought him back, he wrestled on the ground, choked on drinking water, and ate cockroaches when he ate white rice.

Moxiu didn't believe in evil, but was very excited.

Because of this, he felt that Gu Changling was very special, and he must be the one who could help him complete the exercises.

Five years later, Moxiu was successfully restrained to death.

And Gu, five years old, Changling, the lone star of Tiansha, is full of indifference to the world.

Zhao Ying wanted to cry.

Excuse me, how can I talk about love!

Just reported it, no thanks.

Gu Changling grew up to five years old and finally saw the light of day.

The insane person who adopted him was a well-known figure in the cultivation world and was blacklisted.

After Zhao Ying reported his evil deeds, the Traditional Culture Association immediately sent people to investigate, cough, and receive the inheritance by the way.

It's just that no one expected to receive such a special inheritance.

"A child?! Only five years old?! Elder Jian actually uses a child to practice magic skills?! You didn't find out, what are you doing for food?!"

The president of the association was furious when he got the news.

Moxiu's name is unknown, but there is always a key word in his commonly used aliases, because he is notorious for always doing some dirty things.

Since the establishment of the Galaxy Library, the comprehension world has been obsessed with cultivation, and there has been a rare peace. Everyone has no energy to engage in the business of killing people and stealing goods, and the association's control over blacklisted individuals has also been relaxed.

Unexpectedly, this old man would quietly do such a frenzied thing when the big guy was obsessed with studying.

——If it is discovered in advance, what a merit it would be.

It was so missed.

However, people are dead, so it's meaningless to say these things.

The president calmed down his anger and asked, "Have you checked the child's qualifications? What kind of spiritual root is it?"

"President, this child has no spiritual roots and is a mortal."

The answer from Captain Glasses surprised him.

"A mortal? Why did that old thing catch a mortal child?"

The captain of the glasses said helplessly: "I don't know. Jian is old and dead. I don't know if this kid was frightened. We talked to him, but he didn't respond. He didn't refuse anything. It's not normal."

Although the president was puzzled, he didn't have much curiosity about this mortal, so he only asked, "Have you found out the identity of this child?"

"Find some.

After the child was born, Mr. Jian bought it from his biological parents.

It is not clear what happened to his birth parents, but we have found Jian Lao’s notes. The child was born at a special time. He is a pure yang body in a yang year, where all evils will not invade.

However, I don't know if it's because Jian Lao asked for a caesarean section at this time, this pure Yang body has a special fate, the lone star of Tiansha, Jian Lao seems to be killed by him...

Chairman, how do you think this child should be placed? "

This is exactly why the glasses captain has a headache.

If it is an ordinary mortal, send it to an orphanage.

But for a mortal child who seemed to be mentally disturbed and was a bad luck talisman for walking, he really didn't dare to send it out at will.

In case Ke killed someone else, he would also be involved in karma.

In today's cultivation world, this is especially taboo.

The president finally got a little interested when he heard about it, "Bring that child over here, and I'll take a look."

Speaking of this, the assistant knocked on the door and came in, saying that Mr. Jiu had arrived. He confessed, hung up the phone quickly, and went out to meet him.

The boy sitting in the wheelchair looked about sixteen or seventeen years old, and his face was peerless, but his face was too pale, and he seemed to be suffering from chronic illness.

He lowered his eyes, wondering what he was thinking, slightly pursed his bloodless lips, and remained silent, looking from a distance like a cold and delicate puppet, which seemed difficult to get close to.

The president greeted him and said, "Mr. Jiu is here! Why is he sitting in a wheelchair today? Is there something uncomfortable?"

If others see it, they will be very surprised.

There is no other reason, but the young man whom the president cares about is actually a mortal with no cultivation.

The boy's thoughts were interrupted and he raised his head.

The eyes are like paint, which is unforgettable.

It seemed that all the anger in his body was concentrated in these eyes, giving the cold-tempered young man a little bit of life.

"President."

After saying hello, the boy didn't nod, nor did he show a smile.

However, the president has gotten used to it.

This Mr. Jiu was congenitally deficient. As he grew older, his body became weaker and weaker. Even doing one more movement would bring him an unbearable burden. Therefore, he did not move as much as he could.

It's already a great deal of face to make him open his mouth and shout.

The president didn't make things difficult for him, and looked at the assistant who was pushing the boy's wheelchair.

The assistant is two rounds older than the boy, but he is a monk who has practiced Qi at the fifth level.

He replied for the young man: "Mr. Jiu came today to borrow the alchemy room. I don't know if it's convenient."

"Convenient! Of course it's convenient!"

The president showed joy on his face, and personally led people to the alchemy room, while probing: "Mr. Jiu came to make alchemy today, but Fuxin Dan has made progress?"

It was still the assistant's endorsement: "Yesterday, I came across a new kind of medicinal material by chance. Mr. Jiu wanted to try the effect. Whether it is useful or not is another matter."

The president smiled and said: "That's very good. Mr. Jiu is a genius, and his understanding in alchemy is unmatched. Even if he can't do it today, he will succeed if he tries a few more times. If there is anything you need to help, Mr. Jiu, don't be polite to us, the association will definitely do its best..."

The young man closed his eyes slightly, not knowing how much he had listened to.

After entering the alchemy room, he moved his fingers, and the assistant retreated knowingly. The president originally wanted to stay and watch, but seeing this, he had no choice but to leave.

When everyone left, the boy's expressionless face suddenly changed.

He pouted, stretched his waist, stood up from the wheelchair, and muttered, "It's so annoying."

Where is there still a little bit of weakness and indifference?

He took off the backpack hanging from the back of the wheelchair, reached in, and after digging for a long time, he took out a piece of toffee.

Click.

After taking a crisp bite and tasting the sweetness, the boy showed a satisfied smile.

Because of his illness, everyone watched him closely.

You can't eat the sweet ones, and you can't touch the spicy ones. You can't eat this, and you can't think about that, but it can suffocate him.

I met a kind girl in the hospital yesterday and gave him a piece of toffee, and now I finally let him eat it!

It's a pity that a piece of toffee is not worth it, and it's gone after a few bites.

"Hey……"

The young man held his last mouthful, waiting for the sugar to melt in his mouth, and then lazily took out the herbs.

The slow movements are weak, as if he is really terminally ill.

Concentrate on processing the medicinal materials, put them into the alchemy furnace, boil the potion into syrup, lift the lid of the alchemy furnace and take a look, the young man is covering his nose, looking extremely disgusted.

Just as he was about to close the lid, he suddenly smelled an unusual smell.

Putting down the hand covering his nose and shaking it a few times, the young man hastily closed the lid of the alchemy furnace, "It smells...it's not sugar water, where does the smell come from..."

He went out, let the assistant waiting outside Dan push him, followed the smell, and looked for it all the way.

Before finding the target, the lights above the head flickered on and off for a moment, and then suddenly went out.

power cut?

The assistant became nervous, "There are enemies! Mr. Jiu, let's go back!"

The boy opened his mouth to say something, and suddenly felt the smell approaching, getting closer, and then——

It hit his leg.

The child raised his head and looked at him——

A flashlight came on, and the glasses captain, who had a bruised nose and a broken arm, yelled sadly, "Mr. Jiu, don't touch it—it's over!"

Before he could stop it, Jiuli's hand had already touched the little boy's face.

The author has something to say: Will the hapless little Gu Changling ruin his wife?