The abandoned girl became an immortal and became the ancestor of the immortal sect

At the same time, Chen Zhengji returned to Tianjiyuan. As soon as he walked into Qingyun Palace, he saw Weng Jia, an old man driving ducks, with his hands on his chest and looking at the angry Dan Fu with disdain.

"Dean, Chunjiao was injured like this. Instead of saving her, Weng Jia helped the instigator and even threatened Bei Xue. What does this mean? Could it be that he has second thoughts about our Tianji Academy!"

Weng Jia looked at him as if he were a fool.

"You have to burn incense if I can stay here, and you dare to blame me. Do you know what spiritual root suppression is? That idiot of your daughter, with a body with only one spiritual root and a spirit that has just reached the refining stage, Li Xiuwei is going to hit someone’s sun and moon spiritual roots, if she is not hurt, who will be hurt?”

"you!"

Dan Fu was furious, and the two were about to start a fight.

Lu Beixue had been standing behind Dean Lu Menlin. Seeing her master's unhappy expression, she stood up and said, "Sixth Master, I'm afraid it's inappropriate for you to act like this."

Weng Jia didn't want to talk to her at all. He happened to see Chen Zhengji and immediately went to greet her, "How are you? Do you see anyone? Is it the same as what I said?"

Lu Beixue clenched her fists hidden under her sleeves. This Weng Jia repeatedly treated her as nothing, which was simply too much!

Chen Zhengji was obviously in a good mood, with a smile on his usually serious face, and he nodded.

"Heavenly genius."

Even Lu Menlin was stunned now.

Forget it about Weng Jia, but Chen Zhengji is a person who is gentle on the surface but actually has a very high spirit. Even Lu Beixue, whom they are proud of, has never received such an evaluation from him.

Weng Jia immediately beamed with joy, "Tomorrow, tomorrow we will go there again. I will make this girl my disciple!"

"It's not up to you who Tianjiyuan accepts!" Lu Beixue was so angry that she angrily scolded Weng Jia regardless of her identity.

"That's enough!" Lu Menlin, the dean of Tianjiyuan and one of the elders of Wuji Sect, stood up.

"If this little girl is really as powerful as you say, our Tianji Academy will definitely accept her. But whether to accept her or not, bring her here first, and then I will make a decision after I have seen her."

"I'm afraid it's a bit difficult," Chen Zhengji said with a troubled expression, "I'm going to see Damo Ridge and the Qingcang Sect people today and are guarding the door of the Lu family and refusing to leave, as if they won't give up until they take them away, and... ....The little girl didn’t say she wanted to join our Tianji Academy, she just said she was still considering it.”

Simply ridiculous!

Lu Beixue gritted her teeth with hatred, how great this bitch Lu Nazhi thought she was! She must not allow anyone to threaten her status in Tianjiyuan or even Wuji Sect...

Lu Nazhi had no idea that not long after his rebirth, Lu Beixue had trouble sleeping and eating.

She had a delicious meal, took a comfortable bath, and then went to bed early.

She fell asleep in a daze for half the night and woke up drowsily. Under the dim moonlight, she suddenly saw a three or four-year-old bald man lying next to her bed, looking at her with a resentful expression.

She suddenly became soaked in cold sweat and her clothes were soaked, and she was so frightened that her soul almost floated out.

When the little bald man saw that she was awake, his eyes suddenly lit up. He cautiously asked, "Are you my mother?"

what's the situation?

Lu Nanzhi stood up suddenly. Whose child was lost?

But even if a child was lost, he shouldn't have thrown it in front of her bed. There was a sleeping maid in the outer room, and there was a night guard outside the house. How did this child get in?

Seeing that Lu Nanzhi didn't answer, the little bald man repeated seriously: "Are you my mother?"

His voice was milky, and his stubbornness revealed a pitiful tone.

"I'm not your mother. But...are you a human?"

Lu Nazhi pinched his doughy face curiously, but it was soft but had an inhuman coldness.

Lu Nanzhi's heart skipped a beat, it was over, he had touched a ghost.

No, how could she touch a ghost?

The little bald man exclaimed, "I'm lying, you are my mother. My mother's hands are warm and smell good! Mother, do you not want me anymore?"

As he said that, he hugged Lu Nanzhi's arm tightly, opened his legs and was about to climb onto the bed, but he couldn't reach it and stepped on it, falling to the ground.

The little bald man hugged his injured leg and sat on the ground like a little winter melon. His round little head was buried low, and he was filled with tears but did not cry.

Lu Nanzhi couldn't bear it. How could he be so pitiful as a ghost? She got out of bed and hugged him.

"What's your name?" Lu Nanzhi put him on the bed and took some ointment to help him rub his injured calf.

The little bald man looked at her with bright eyes, "My name is Yuan Bao."

"What's your last name?"

Yuan Bao shook his head.

"Then where are you from?"

Yuan Bao pointed to the golden Qiankun bag on Lu Nanzhi's waist, "I've been sleeping in that bag."

She was surprised, "Did you come out of the Qiankun Bag?"

Yuan Bao nodded seriously.

Lu Nanzhi suddenly thought of Guan Zizi. Did he give him a baby?

"Did Immortal Piaomiao ask you to sleep in this bag?"

Yuan Bao touched his bare little head, with a puzzled look on his face, "Who is the Immortal Piaomiao? Yuan Bao woke up after feeling his mother's breath. He doesn't know the Immortal Piaomiao."

In other words, the official never discovered that there was a child hidden in the Qiankun Bag?

Lu Nanzhi thought for a long time and suddenly remembered that she heard a legend about weapon spirits in her previous life when she was very young.

Legend has it that a powerful spiritual weapon encounters a dying soul. If the two can sense and symbiosis, after thousands of years of creation, they can merge into one and form a more powerful spiritual weapon.

Lu Nanzhi poked Yuan Bao's little face. Not to mention that this little guy was very strong, he was completely unsteady when he walked.

Yuan Bao leaned on Lu Nanzhi's arm affectionately, "Mother, Yuan Bao woke up earlier today. He was very happy to see mother, but there were too many people, so Yuan Bao didn't dare to come out."

Listening to Yuan Bao's "Mother", Lu Nanzhi sighed and thought of his child who died in childbirth. If he could survive, he would be three months old by now.

Although she pities this little Yuanbao, she also knows that the dead are dead, and the living are alive. Yuanbao is not a substitute for his dead child.

"Yuanbao, I'm really not your mother. Maybe it's because I introduced energy into my body to release my spiritual energy today, and the aura on my body is similar to your mother's, so you mistook me."

Yuan Bao stared at her face expectantly for a long time, but saw no sign of Lu Nanzhi changing his tune. Finally, he nodded in frustration, "I understand. Since you are not my mother, do you not want me anymore?"

"How could it be!" Lu Nanzhi said firmly: "Although I am not your mother, the Qiankun Bag that is coexisting with you now belongs to me, and you are also following me. If you want to find your mother, I can help you. Let's take it easy. Look slowly and you will find it one day!”

Yuan Bao suddenly became happy again, and responded crisply, "Yeah! Yuan Bao is following you, Yuan Bao can help you! Yuan Bao is very powerful!"

He suddenly got into the Qiankun bag and took out a bunch of things.

"Look at you."

A big smile bloomed on Lu Nanzhi's face.

Not long ago, I was worried about when I would be able to use this Qiankun bag, but I didn't expect that I could take out things from this Qiankun bag by myself.

She looked carefully at the pile of things in front of her.

In addition to many books, Yuan Bao also took out a pair of chopsticks, an oil-paper umbrella and a pair of worn-out cloth shoes.

Lu Nazhi couldn't help but laugh. Did Piaomiao Immortal Lord give him all the property he didn't want?

Yuan Bao was panting from exhaustion and said to himself: "There are a lot of things in the bag. Yuan Bao can carry just these books."

He proudly puffed out his small chest and couldn't wait to show it, ""Hui Tian Jing": The sun rises in the sky and the earth..."

More than half an hour passed, and Yuan Bao actually memorized the entire book.

"Yuanbao, you are so amazing!"

Yuan Bao's face turned red with embarrassment, and he immediately got into Lu Nanzhi's arms, "Then, what should I call you in the future? I don't want to go back to the bag today. Can I sleep with you?"

"You can sleep with me," Lu Nazhi put away the treasures, covered him with the quilt and tucked the corners of the quilt, "You can call me by my name from now on, my name is Lu Nazhi."

Yuan Bao's little face was nestled in the quilt and he called out obediently, "Good night, Zhi Zhi."