Attunement into fine rules

Immediately afterwards, I saw a man running over with a wooden sign in his hand, leading a little boy, and said repeatedly, "Here we come."

The little boy was only three or four years old, and he should have been taught by an adult before. After handing the wooden sign to the Taoist priests for inspection, he quickly walked to the front of the stage and placed a small hand firmly on the pitch-black bead.

Three of the five small beads around it lit up one after the other, divided into red, yellow and blue, and the old Taoist said slowly: "The three spiritual roots of fire, earth and wood can enter the fairy gate."

The crowd suddenly burst into cheers, as if they were honored, and then there was an enthusiastic discussion——

"What is the auspicious day of the zodiac today? The spiritual root person chooses one out of a thousand, and the first one to test it will be there!"

"It's hard to tell. Sometimes you don't see even one out of [-] people, and sometimes you don't even get four or five!"

"Three spirit roots... can't be said to be good." An old man beside Wei Yuan smacked his lips regretfully.

Wei Yuan glanced at the old man and asked, "Excuse me, old man, what kind of spirit root is good?"

This old man likes to be a teacher, otherwise he wouldn't have sighed like before.

Hearing Wei Yuan's advice, the old man cleared his throat and said, "For a mortal, only with spiritual roots can he absorb the aura of heaven and earth for his own use, and then step into the door of cultivation. But if there are too many spiritual roots, the absorbed aura will be mixed. , it is not suitable for refining techniques, nor is it suitable for refining breakthroughs, so it is naturally slow to practice."

"The best spiritual root is the abnormal spiritual root, followed by the five-element single spiritual root, and the next row is the second spiritual root, the third spiritual root... This child has the three spiritual roots, and can only be regarded as the middle-lower in the aptitude of the cultivator. .”

Wei Yuan nodded, turned his face to see the little boy with a bright red face and a bright smile, dancing and dancing: "Father, I can go to cultivate immortality!"

The old Taoist's originally solemn face also showed an amiable expression, he took out a yin and yang Pisces jade pendant and put it on the little boy, and ordered as usual: "Young fellow Taoist, you can go home to deal with common affairs, come back after seven days, and someone will guide you to the fairyland. Door."

The man bowed to the old man as a salute, and amidst the admiration and admiration all over the street, he walked out of the crowd with his head held high and his chest held high, leading the little boy, as if his whole body was raised a few inches.

From then on, his family no longer had to pay taxes. It can be seen that the officials do not kneel, and the court distributes two taels of silver every month.

Although prices in Jicheng are more expensive than elsewhere, two taels of silver are more than enough for an ordinary family to spend for one month.

As the father of an immortal teacher, everyone will look at him with admiration, and neighbors will inevitably flatter him and give him gifts.

Firstly, they are happy, and secondly, they are friendly.

Even the following younger brothers who were not married due to family poverty must be able to get married soon.

When his son is successful in cultivation, the lintel of the family can be changed, and he can live in a high-rise mansion and have servants and maidservants for a while!

Sitting in a wheelchair, Wei Yuan made way out of the way with the crowd, watching the little boy skipping past.

A white light flashed between the ribs, and the noise around him disappeared in an instant, and everything was quiet.

The boy's bright smile froze on his face, and his clothes fluttered by the spring breeze were still in a wavy shape, like a sculpture frozen in time.

The colorful spiral chain is like a snake, emerging from the boy's body, wandering in mid-air, and coming to Wei Yuan.

"So it's a genetic mutation." Wei Yuan muttered to himself after seeing it.

Human genes usually show stable inheritance, but some offspring, due to the influence of living environment and other reasons, show new characteristics that have not been seen in previous generations, which are called gene mutations.

To give a simple example, among animal groups such as tigers, deer, and wolves, the occasional occurrence of individuals with pure white fur is a genetic mutation.

As for this genetic mutation called "spiritual root", Wei Yuan had never seen it in his previous life until he was more than 100 years old. Its arrangement code is obviously random in the population and cannot be inherited.

After Wei Yuan memorized this genetic code, the colored chains dissipated in front of his eyes, only to hear the young Taoist priest not far away say, "Come here with the number two card!"

The crowd resumed noisy laughter again, and the children who were called to the wooden sign walked over one by one, but they never saw the black bead light up again.

It really is one in a thousand.

Wei Yuan looked at Er Zhuang, and saw that he was combing two buns, wearing his best clothes, clenching his small fists and looking at the black pearl in front of the old man, his childish and beautiful face was full of tension.

"Er Zhuang, do you want to enter the fairy gate?" Wei Yuan stretched out his hand and stroked Er Zhuang's soft top hair.

"I want to!" Er Zhuang raised his head to look at Wei Yuan, and answered firmly, "Of course I want to!"

When his mother was being bullied, he and his brother fantasized more than once that one day a white-bearded fairy master passed by the entrance of the village, detected that the two of them had spiritual roots, and took them as disciples.

They will learn magic powers, fly with swords, and get many, many panaceas.

From then on, my mother would never be looked down upon by the aunts and aunts next door, calling her a child bride; she would never be beaten and scolded by grandma and father because of illness, and would be kicked out of the house in winter.

As long as he gives her an elixir, she will get better.

At that time, he even dreamed about it.

Wei Yuan smiled slightly, reached out and patted Er Zhuang's shoulder: "Then, I wish you all your wishes come true."

Probably because the Lord's smile was so pretty, Er Zhuang only felt in a daze for a moment, then heard the young Taoist shouting not far away: "No. 31, No. 31!"

Wei Hu, who had been prepared a long time ago, raised the wooden sign in his hand and shouted: "No. 31 is here!"

After speaking, he and Lichen led Er Zhuang forward.

Er Zhuang put his hand on the black bead, and saw the small beads around the black bead gradually light up into three colors, red, yellow and blue.

"Huo Tumu... three spirit roots." The old man rubbed his eyes, hesitantly confirming.

Although it is rare to detect two spiritual roots consecutively in one day, it is not unheard of.

The strange thing is, how can this spirit root be exactly the same?

"Immortal Master, can I enter the Immortal School's academic method?" Er Zhuang raised his face and looked at the old Taoist who was meditating.

Only then did the old Dao come back to his senses, looking at Er Zhuang's innocent face, he thought to himself that he could see everything when he was old, maybe it was just a coincidence.

So he showed a kind smile as usual, took out the yin and yang Pisces jade pendant and hung it on Er Zhuang, and told Er Zhuang to come back in seven days.

"My lord, my lord!" Er Zhuang looked like a primary school student who had won a certificate, with a happy smile on his face, and ran over to show Wei Yuan the jade pendant around his neck amidst people's discussions and envy: "I can enter the fairy gate!" !"

"Congratulations." Wei Yuan pulled Er Zhuang's slender hands and squeezed them, teasing him, "Are you happy?"

"Yeah!" Er Zhuang nodded heavily, and then said happily, "When I enter the fairy gate, I can get the elixir for the young master."

"Young Master will then be able to stand up and walk!"

Wei Yuan didn't expect that Er Zhuang entered the fairy gate for him, so he couldn't help being stunned for a moment.

Then he warmed his heart and said, "Okay, I'll wait for you."

Seeing Wei Yuan's slightly tired face, Wei Lang said, "My lord, Er Zhuang has also tested his spiritual root, let's go back now."

Wei Yuan let out a "hmm", turned the direction of the wheelchair under him, and ordered: "Wei Lang, write a letter to Wei Lu later."

"We should stay in Jicheng for a while longer. We probably won't be able to go back this year."

Wei Yuan originally wanted to take a look at that old "immortal teacher", but now it seems that without knowing his spiritual roots, he can't use it as a code sample reference.

"Yes." Wei Lang replied without asking Wei Yuan why.

As long as it was something Wei Yuan wanted to do, Wei Lang never asked the reason.

On the contrary, Wei Hu was very happy to hear it. He came to a big city for the first time, and everything was new. Of course, he wished to stay longer, so he asked, "My lord, how long will we stay here?"

"It depends." Wei Yuan thought for a while and replied, "Maybe I will return next year, or maybe three to five years."

At least he had to wait until he collected enough samples to find out the regularity of the "spiritual root" gene arrangement.

The time is uncertain.

When the group returned to Yunlai Inn, they saw two carriages parked at the entrance of the inn. The white horses and gold bead curtains were very eye-catching.

The side of the carriage is gilded with a palm-sized blue and bright-colored crane pattern, which shines brightly in the sun, and anyone who understands it can tell at a glance that it is the carriage from the Governor's Mansion.

Wei Yuan and his group don't understand, but those who open the door to do business will naturally understand. Seeing Xiaoer come out of the shop in a hurry, he nodded and bowed to Wei Yuan and said, "My lord, Mrs. Wei has come to pick you up in person!"

"Mrs. Wei... who is it?" Wei Yuan looked at the face of the waiter who was more eager to flatter than before, and was very puzzled.

Then I saw a kind-looking woman in her thirties, wearing a light brown robe and simple silver ornaments on her head, being helped out of the carriage by the nun, and she came to him and cried out mournfully: "My son, you are finally back!"

While shouting, he took a handkerchief to wipe his tears.

The waiter quickly explained: "This is Mrs. Wei from the Governor's Mansion. When I heard that you are returning to the city, my son, I rushed over to pick you up."

"That's right, the young master was sent out to be raised two years ago because of his physical illness. Since then, Madam has been thinking about it day and night, and she doesn't think about food or tea." The nanny next to him also chimed in, "This No, as soon as I heard that the young master is returning to the city, the madam hurriedly came to pick him up."

It was very touching to hear, and the people around were all sighing, but Wei Yuan frowned slightly.

Although he is not deeply involved in the world, he knows the status of the governor in his own jurisdiction.

Calling the wind and calling the rain, powerful and powerful.

Even if a physically disabled assassin was raised outside, how could he be raised in a dilapidated house thousands of miles away in the deep mountains and old forests, with no one to take care of him and wait for his death?

strangeness.

While she was thinking about it, Madam Wei came over and held his hand, looked up and down with tears in her eyes: "My son, I just heard that you can speak just now, and you can see that the Buddha has blessed you in the past two years, and you are in great health."

"The brothers and sisters at home are all looking forward to it, come home with me."

Wei Lang stood behind Wei Yuan with a sullen face. He was the one who supported the dying Lord bit by bit with his own hands. He also had doubts about Mrs. Wei's words in his heart.

Wei Yuan smiled and said, "For some reason, I can't remember Madam."

"Of course, the second son has been a fool since he was a child, how can he recognize someone?" The nanny next to him answered, "It's Madam who treated you like her own, and brought you up since childhood."

Wei Yuan nodded.

It turned out not to be my own.

"Mulian!" Mrs. Wei interrupted Mammy, "Yuan'er is well, what are you talking about?"

"In this case, I will go home with my wife." Wei Yuan was beyond everyone's expectation at this time, and agreed in a relaxed tone.