Cultivation begins with the mysterious little tripod

"Study, study, Fu'er is only fourteen years old, you let him go to a big town alone? Don't worry, I won't."

Wang Fu's mother held a plate in one hand and placed it on the dining table. She lifted up her apron and wiped her hands, "Fu'er, bring your brother here for dinner. Ignore your father."

My mother was the most kind to the Wang Fu brothers. She didn't have the skills of her father, but she managed the whole family so that her father had no worries.

"A woman's perspective." My father muttered in a low voice, but my mother still heard him, "I am a woman's perspective, so don't eat food made by a woman like me."

"No way." My father kept laughing.

Wang Fu put his brother on the stool and started to eat. The mother held the meat for Wang Fu with a loving look on her face, and protected her younger brother, "Fu'er, eat more, you are growing strong."

"Thank you, Mom, Mom will eat it too." Wang Fu also took some meat for his mother and then some for his father.

"Fu'er, you have to study hard. The village chief said a few days ago that there are important things happening these days. It seems that some big shot will come to our village. It has something to do with the children in the village. Maybe there is some decree from the court. If outstanding people are selected, You have to be careful when students go to the city to study." His father, Wang Hong, saw his wife looking over and continued, "If you really go to the city to study, the court will take care of all the food, clothing, housing and transportation, which is much better than in the big towns."

"Damn it, my child, we will stay in this small mountain village for the rest of our lives, and we can't let our children follow our old path."

"I know, too. It's not like I don't know. I'm afraid that Fu'er won't be able to eat well, sleep alone, or be bullied..." Mother sighed.

"Father, mother, this is something that can't be solved with eight sticks..." Wang Fu smiled and gave his brother a piece of meat.

"Thank you brother..."

While the family was talking, there was a sudden knock on the door outside the yard. The sound was rapid and the door was banging and banging.

"Wang Hong, Wang Hong...Is Wang Hong at home..."

"Who is it? The courtyard door is not bolted... The voice sounds like the village chief..." The mother put down the bowls and chopsticks and started to open the door.

"I'll go..." Father walked out first.

The courtyard door opened, and it turned out to be the village chief.

"Uncle Zhou, what are you..."

"Quickly...quickly take that boy of yours to follow me." The village chief panted and held on to the door wall.

The father was obviously stunned, then looked ecstatic: "But the people from the court are here?"

"The imperial court? What imperial court?"

"That's it..." Father Wang Hong was very excited, but before he could finish speaking, the village chief urged him again, "It's just that. Come with me quickly and take your boss with you... he's not a member of the imperial court. It's an immortal, it's an immortal who has come to our village..."

"Immortal, Immortal..." Father Wang Hong was stunned.

Wang Fu, who had been paying attention to the entrance of the courtyard, heard the word "immortal" and trotted over with his brother in his arms.

"Grandpa Zhou..." His eyes shone, and all the stories about immortals came to mind at this moment.

"Are there really immortals..."

The village chief's home is at the east end of the village, next to the century-old sycamore tree at the entrance of the village.

Wang Fu followed the village chief and his father. Listening to the muttering of the two people, his father's face couldn't stop the surprise. Wang Fu didn't listen carefully. He was currently imagining the stories in the books in the school.

Soon I saw the whole picture of the sycamore tree.

The huge sycamore tree covered the sky and the sun, and there were many people standing under the tree. They were all villagers of Wutong Village and their boys, discussing happily.

Seeing the village chief coming, everyone rushed over.

"Village chief, where is the immortal?"

"Is the Immortal going to accept my boy to go to the Immortal Gate? The Immortal Gate is not far away. Can I go home often?"

"village head……"

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"Okay, okay, everyone, be quiet." The village chief reassured everyone, "The immortal will be here soon. Before that, I have to tell you something."

Everyone fell silent and looked at the village chief.

The village chief stood on the platform under the Wutong tree and looked at the many villagers and children: "More than a hundred years ago, an ancestor of our Wutong Village rescued an immortal elder from the Luoyu Sect. The elder promised to take in the children in our village. Immortal Sect, you must have immortal qualifications to learn immortal methods. Immortals cannot always pay attention to our village, so we set the rule of three chances, including the immortal elder from Luo Yu Sect more than a hundred years ago. The immortals have come twice, but no child meets the requirements. Today is the third and last time. If no child has immortal qualifications this time, the immortals of Luo Yu Sect will give up on us in the future. "

"Our village migrated here hundreds of years ago, and there are not many people. I saw that this generation has the largest number of children, so I informed the immortal."

"Everyone should seize this opportunity. As long as our village can produce an immortal, it will be a matter of honor for our ancestors, and the imperial court will send high officials to reward us."

"So that's it..." After hearing the village chief's words, the villagers all became excited. It turned out that their Wutong Village had such a story related to the immortal.

"When the village chief said this, I seem to vaguely remember that a man fell from the sky when I was a child..." said a villager in his fifties or sixties.

"Haha... Lao Li, how long has it been since you were a child? Do you still remember?" someone next to him joked.

"I have a good memory. I really remember that an immortal in white clothes descended from the sky... At that time, the plane trees in our village were not so big..." The man named Lao Li spoke seriously, and then he looked up. Looking towards the sky, I saw a small dot in the sky getting bigger and bigger. I pointed excitedly, "Look, look, that's it, that's it..."

Everyone looked.

I saw a stream of light streaking across the sky, like a shooting star. As the stream of light became bigger and bigger, the villagers with good eyesight could already tell that it was a person, a person standing on a small boat.

"Wow, there really are immortals..."

call out!

In an instant, a snow-white figure fell under the sycamore tree.

It was actually a woman.

The woman was about twenty years old, with white clothes like snow, black hair like ink, a graceful figure, and skin like gel. She had a smooth and smooth oval face with willow eyebrows and almond eyes, a delicate nose and cherry lips. A ray of sunshine happened to shine through the leaves of the sycamore tree. On her shoulders, she really looked like a stunning fairy descending into the world.

The villagers of Wutong Village had never seen such a beautiful person before. For a moment, both men and women were stunned.

Until the woman took the initiative and asked: "Who is the village chief of Wutong Village?" Although her voice was indifferent, it sounded as sweet as a lark.

"I am the old man, I am the old man..." The village chief hurriedly paid his respects, "Welcome to the fairy."

But there was a force that prevented the village chief from bowing down, which made the village chief even more awe-struck.

"My Luoyu Sect, Elder Zhu, was in trouble once. Fortunately, your ancestors rescued me. Although Elder Zhu is no longer here, our Luoyu Sect always remembers the promise we made. But this is the third time. If no one has it this time, Linggen, the fate between your Wutong Village and my Luoyu Sect is over," the woman said lightly.

"Don't worry, fairy. I know this. This is a sign handed down from our ancestors to contact the Immortal Sect. I will hand it back together." The village chief took out a jade sign wrapped in brocade cloth from his arms and handed it over carefully.

The woman nodded and made a move with her bare hands, and the jade medal fell into her palm.

"In that case, then call the children in your village who are over eight and under sixteen years old to come over."

"They're all here. They've all been summoned." The village chief hurriedly asked everyone to line up. As for the accompanying parents and family members, they stood aside. Even the respected old gentleman from the school also came.

They encourage their children.

"Da Wa, come on..."

"Xiao Rong, give dad some air!"

"Take some little brother and come on..."

"Xiaofu, go ahead..."

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