lazy cat hits cute

There are tiny tinkles in the night.

The old scholar listened attentively, and recognized the crisp sound that seemed to be the sound of silver falling into a vat.

Zhang Qingyang is the cash cow of the Liu family.The cash cow wants to leave, how can he do it without paying a price?

He tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep.He knew that when the jingle stopped, it meant that the relationship between Zhang Qingyang and the Liu family was severed. Naturally, it was impossible for him to stay in the Liu family any longer, and it was impossible for Mianmian to have the opportunity to read and write again.

He sighed.Although Mian Mian is a bit stupid in literacy, he loves this little girl with a round face from the bottom of his heart. Thinking that she is about to fall into a stagnant life no different from ordinary peasant women, he sighs again.

Zhang Qingyang didn't sleep all night, and he seemed to be in good spirits.Rubbing her eyes in a daze, Mian Mian watched him tidy up his books, brush and ink, put on his coir raincoat, and asked, "Brother, where are you going?"

Zhang Qingyang said: "Go to Chonglingzong and cultivate immortality."

Mian Mian smiled innocently: "Then when you come back, bring me candied haws to eat, it will be much, much more!"

"Ah."

"Brother, how long are you going?"

"Probably a long time."

"Five days?"

Zhang Qingyang was ready to go, and the old scholar was waiting for him outside the door: "Five years."

How many days are there in five years.The little girl had no idea, she said happily: "Okay, you have to remember."

"Remember." Zhang Qingyang walked out of Liu's house. There was a little rain outside, and the old scholar put a half-new bamboo hat on his head, "Five years, she doesn't know how many days there are in five years, you want her Have you been waiting stupidly?"

Zhang Qingyang said: "I'm telling the truth."

The old scholar choked, but Zhang Qingyang was calm, as always.For him, Mianmian's fetters are neither big nor small, and if he is cut off, he won't feel much sadness about parting.

So ruthless.He both understands and doesn't understand.

The two walked out of Xiaokan Village silently, Zhang Qingyang suddenly grabbed a passing farmer: "Who is the best coir raincoat maker around here?"

The farmer was puzzled, so he answered: "It used to be Mrs. Li from Zhangjialing Village who made the best weaves, but now she has gone to the big city to enjoy the blessings."

Zhang Qingyang asked again: "Where did you get your coir raincoat?"

"I bought it, where else can I get it?"

Zhang Qingyang said thank you, let go of his hand and continued walking.The old scholar couldn't figure out why he asked these words, and then he seemed to come up with some clues, but he couldn't figure it out hazily, like raindrops in the sky, and he couldn't catch them.I thought again, hey, what does it have to do with me, anyway, as soon as they arrived in Beihuang County, they said goodbye and never saw each other again.

Zhang Qingyang caught it.And made up some clues.

The two are getting farther and farther away from Xiaokanzhuang.

Beihuang County City, Lu Mansion.

As the only place in Beihuang County responsible for assessing new disciples, there was a long queue at the gate of Lu's Mansion.

"There aren't many people participating this year." Lu Xianjiang glanced over and felt that the number of people was getting smaller and smaller every year.At least in the seemingly long line, many people can tell at a glance that they are not qualified.

"After all, not everyone is as lucky as Beisheng." The middle-aged man beside him said with emotion.What happened back then is still regrettable in retrospect.Why isn't the person born that day in Lu's house?

"Father, don't worry. With my talent, I will surely shine in the family and lead the entire Lu family out of the Northern Wilderness Road in the future."

The middle-aged man patted Lu Xianjiang on the shoulder, smiled gratifiedly and said, "My son has ambition."

The location of the selection of disciples is in the Lu Family Ancestral Hall.To enter the hall, you have to go through three gates. The first gate screens the age. The Chonglingzong only needs teenagers under the age of 15.The second gate is weak, and those with congenital defects cannot cultivate into immortals. Finally, they enter the gorgeous hall of worship and walk seven steps forward. The spiritual jade bricks under their feet will sense the spiritual root energy of the incoming person, and they will bloom brilliantly.According to the color of the square bricks and the number of lights to judge the quality of the spiritual root talent.

Most people don't light up a single brick.

So the line moves fast.

Suddenly, a burst of dazzling light erupted from Xiangtang, and the juvenile cheers resounded through the ancestral hall: "I have spiritual roots! I can cultivate immortals!"

Lu Xianjiang sighed, took a step sideways, and in the blink of an eye, he had arrived at Xiangtang.Looking down, the young man lit up three square bricks, which were muddy khaki.

Qualifications are not high-end, barely in the stream.

The young man was immersed in joy, and stood blankly, not knowing what to do next.

Lu Xianjiang said: "What are you doing in a daze, why don't you hurry to receive the reward?"

The boy came back to his senses, and said in a loud voice: "Thank you, thank you!" He was led by the servant happily.

Lu Xianjiang looked at the team outside Xiangtang, there are thousands of people who can produce a slightly qualified person. If you want to really revitalize the Lu family, at least a few hundred Qi refining monks are needed. Now the Lu family is still far away from this goal.

If there is a genius like Beisheng...

The line was fast.

It was Zhang Qingyang's turn.

When he stepped on the Lingyu bricks, he felt no different from the ordinary bricks in front of the hall.

The tiles are not lit.The servant said, "Next."

The people behind impatiently stretched out their hands to push Zhang Qingyang aside.

etc.Zhang Qingyang didn't move, and tried to calm down and feel the Lingyu square brick. A nihilistic tentacle from the soul touched the square brick, and the square brick suddenly lit up, and the translucent milky white radiance filled Xiangtang, and then the first The second piece, the third piece, and soon all the Lingyu bricks lit up.

The crowd was amazed with "Wow--", their eyes were soon stung by the brilliant light, and they hurriedly backed away.

Lu's father outside Xiangtang was discussing matters with the elders in the family. The elder suddenly looked surprised and raised his finger to Xiangtang: "Patriarch, look at that!"

Father Lu turned his head and was also shocked: "This, this is the aptitude of Tianlinggen, who is this person?!"

Lu Xianjiang only felt that his field of vision was completely white, and it took him a lot of effort to restore his normal vision. When he turned his gaze, he saw Zhang Qingyang standing aside, showing neither joy nor excitement.

Genius, this is genius!Lu Xianjiang couldn't hide his excited expression, and felt a little ashamed of himself, thinking that when he first entered the Xiangtang hall, the lit square bricks were only ten, and he had been recognized by the Lu family as a shocking talent.But because of him, all the Lingyu square bricks, a full 19 yuan, all light up at this moment!

This spiritual root, I am afraid that it is a rare heavenly spiritual root that is rare among millions of people, right?

20 years ago, Beihuang said a Beisheng.

Now, is there going to be another genius not inferior to Beisheng?

Lu Xianjiang was in a complicated mood, but he instinctively put on a warm smile on his face. He walked towards Zhang Qingyang and cupped his hands: "Congratulations, Your Excellency. I am Lu Xianjiang, son of the Lu family. May I ask your high name?"

"Zhang Qingyang."

"Do you have parents at home?"

"There is a master."

"What does Mr. Zhang like to eat? It will take a few days for the spirit flying boat of Chonglingzong to arrive. Where do you want to live?"

"casual."

Lu Xianjiang's face was about to freeze with a smile, but what he got was Zhang Qingyang's lukewarm attitude, flat and tasteless tone, and the indifference of thousands of miles away.

Damn!

He remembered what his father had told him countless times.Back then, the elders of Chonglingzong brought Beisheng to Lu's house for a temporary rest. Lu's father and Beisheng got close, and Beisheng would always say "oh" lightly.Father Lu failed to fawn on him, but was looked down upon by the elders of the Chongling Sect. That kind of humiliation left a deep mark on Father Lu's heart, and he has never forgotten it for 20 years.

Envious, hated, and powerless.

Now, he also tasted the taste of his father back then.

He ordered his family to arrange the best accommodation for Zhang Qingyang, and Zhang Qingyang said, "Thank you, Mr. Lu, for taking care of me."

Ha ha.

Zhang Qingyang walked away, he took a deep breath, and walked out of the hall. His father stood under the cypress tree outside the hall, with a complicated expression on his face: "My son, how did you talk with him?"

"After all, he is a genius...it is not something that a small family like us can afford." Lu Xianjiang sneered.

"My son, at least he is better than Beisheng, and he knows how to say thank you, you can't give up." Father Lu comforted him as well as himself.

Lu Xianjiang lowered his head: "Understood."

Ironic.

He didn't want to stay in the ancestral hall for a moment, hurried back to his residence, stroked his beloved amber paperweight, and calmed down a little.

Soon, the entire Lu family knew that Xiangtang had discovered a genius with Tianlinggen today.

Zhang Qingyang's residence was suddenly full of people, very lively.Not only the elders and relatives of the Lu family came to curry favor, but also important officials from Donghuang County. Other clans also sent people to inquire about the news, and some even directly proposed to be a matchmaker.

Lu Xianjiang didn't want to hear or care about all this at first, but someone always brought it up in front of him.

"Today, I saw that the front of Chunlan Pavilion is very lively, young master, do you know what happened?"

Lu Xianjiang raised his head and glanced coldly at He Lu, his personal maid: "What's the matter?"

He Lu smiled awkwardly: "Young master, this servant is curious and talks too much." She lowered her head and cleaned up the tea bowls on the table, and walked out lightly.

This is still interesting, Lu Xianjiang gritted his teeth.

Two personal maids, one Helu and one Zhibai.One by one, they all asked him about Chunlan Pavilion, did they really think he was a fool!

Why?

No, he couldn't take it anymore.

He suddenly stood up, striding back and forth in the room, like a beast trapped in a prison.Finally, he made up his mind.After leaving the study, he walked towards the back house of Lu's mansion.

The back house is the place where the dying old man of the Lu Mansion lives.Few people usually go to the back house, because most of the old people living there are irritable and irritable, and no one dares to approach them.

Lu Xianjiang dared.

He went in once when he was very young.

The copper gate of the back house is locked, and the overgrown grass is as tall as a person.Lu Xianjiang brushed aside the weeds, made a seal with his index finger in the air, the copper lock bounced off with a clang, and an old voice sounded: "Xiao Jiang is here?"

"Master Bai, it's me."

"What are you doing here?" Bai Ye laughed sharply, "Are you here to beg for something? Ha! Ha! The old man has no treasures for you! Get out! Get out as far away as possible!"

"Master Bai, don't be like this. I know you love me the most." Lu Xianjiang pushed open the door of the building where Master Bai lived, and a smell of rotten wood came to his face. The decayed old man curled up on the log, Covered with several thick quilts, his complexion was pale like a ghost, and his deep-set eyes shot brightly: "I tell you to get out! Did you hear that!"

Lu Xianjiang reached into the quilt and grabbed Baiye's hand, almost like grabbing a skeleton. The fierce light in Baiye's eyes gradually faded, and he cried out mournfully, like a wronged child.

"Xiao Jiang." He said weakly, "You must have something to do with me."

Lu Xianjiang did not answer him directly.

"The day before yesterday, Xiangtang found out a disciple of Tianlinggen."

Bai Ye moved his fingers and closed his eyes.

"He is very proud and refuses to say a single unnecessary word."

Lu Xianjiang gritted his teeth: "I hate him."

Baiye exhaled heavily, turned over and called out in pain again: "Tianlinggen! Tianlinggen!"

"If I have the aptitude of the Heavenly Spiritual Root, why am I here! Why am I here!"

Lu Xianjiang looked at the half-mad old man silently, and squeezed his hand tightly, the protruding joints hurt his palm.

He knew that Bai Ye must understand what he meant, and he would definitely find a way to satisfy his wish.