Cultivation begins with the mysterious little tripod

Soon, the children of the right age in the village lined up.

Seeing this, the woman waved her hand, and a delicate table appeared out of thin air. In the surprised eyes of everyone, she took out a fist-sized milky white stone and placed it on the table.

"Let's start. Put your hand on the stone and count five. If you can make the stone glow, it means you have spiritual roots and immortality. You can go to Luoyu Sect with me."

"You, come forward."

The first child in the team stepped forward and pressed his hand on the stone as required.

"This is my Xiaohua, Xiaohua, come on..." Next to him, the child's mother waved excitedly. Seeing this, the village chief hurried over to stop her from shouting, "Quiet, be quiet, don't disturb the fairy."

The child's mother covered her mouth and stopped talking, but her excited and hopeful eyes showed her nervousness at the moment.

Unfortunately, after five counts, the stone on the table did not change at all.

"Unqualified, next one." The woman spoke calmly, as if she had expected it.

Seeing this, the child named Xiaohua was at a loss. He stood there with tears in his eyes. The village chief was quick to pull him to his mother.

"Mom..."

Tears immediately burst out of Xiaohua's eyes.

"It's okay, Xiaohua, let's not learn the magic. Let's stay in the village. Mom will make you your favorite braised pork in the evening..." Xiaohua's mother comforted the child. Although she was disappointed, she couldn't let the child see it.

Soon, one child after another was tested, but without exception, the stone on the table remained motionless and did not change at all. The child named Xiaohua had stopped crying a long time ago. Seeing so many people like him, he didn't feel ashamed at all.

"It's bright, it's bright..."

Suddenly, a cry came from somewhere, and everyone looked and saw that the milky white stone on the table was emitting a bright light.

Everyone didn't dare to breathe, staring at the child in front of the table.

The woman in white seemed a little surprised. She tilted her head and looked at the boy in front of her, then she said: "What's your name?"

"Reply, reply to the immortal, my name is Wang Feng." The young man bit his finger, feeling very nervous, but not very excited.

"Haha, isn't that the useless boy in my family..." The middle-aged man with a beard laughed excitedly.

"My little brother, my little brother actually succeeded..." Next to the middle-aged man, Wang Tong was stunned.

"Wang Feng, qualified." The woman nodded and pointed to her side, "Stand next to me."

Wang Feng shook his head repeatedly: "I, I... I don't, I don't want to cultivate immortality, I want to pass the imperial examination, I want to be a high official."

The woman was stunned, and didn't know what to say for a while.

It's so hard to have a child with spiritual roots, but he refuses to cultivate immortality? There are actually people who refuse to cultivate immortality?

As he said, Wang Feng ran in the direction of his father, causing everyone to laugh. Wang Fu, who was at the back of the team, knew that Wang Tong, his younger brother, had his own ambitions. He really wanted to be a high official. As for cultivating immortals... Wang Feng sneered at all the stories about immortals he had told before.

He looked like the court was the most important and immortals were the last.

"Stinky boy, if you dare to come back, I will break your legs." Wang Feng's father immediately took off his shoes and threw them at Wang Feng who was running back.

Wang Feng only stopped for a moment and continued to run back.

Wang Feng's father finally couldn't help it. He took a few big steps over, pulled up Wang Feng's arm, and slapped him on the buttocks. With a "pop", Wang Tong's eyelids jumped.

Wang Tong was angry, amused, and envious.

He didn't succeed, but his younger brother who didn't want to cultivate immortals succeeded. It was really a trick of fate.

In the end, Wang Feng succumbed to his father's power and stood not far from the woman in white crying.

Even the always cold and aloof woman in white couldn't help laughing or crying. It wasn't the first time that he tested the spiritual roots of mortals, but it was the first time that he encountered such a scene and such a little ghost, and he found it interesting.

"Continue." She shook her head, almost unable to maintain the dignity of a fairy.

Nearly thirty children of the right age in Wutong Village, more than half have gone, and only a few people are left at the end.

"Little Fatty, do you think we can succeed?" Wang Fu looked at the few people in front of him, and he was very nervous.

"Brother Fu, be confident." The little fat boy from the village chief's family was broad-minded and fat, "As long as you dare to think, you will always succeed."

Wang Fu smiled bitterly.

Soon, it was the little fat boy's turn.

The next one was Wang Fu himself. He watched the little fat boy put his chubby hands on the white stone, and his palms were sweating with nervousness.

Buzz!

The stone lit up.

"It lit up! It lit up again!" The villagers who were watching intently were the first to notice.

"Village chief, congratulations, your family is going to have an immortal." Everyone naturally recognized the little fat man in front of the table, and congratulated the village chief.

"Haha..." The village chief immediately laughed happily, "No, no..." But he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. When he saw the second kid of the Wang family passed the test, he had been worried. If his grandson failed, when the officials from the court came down, he might have to change his title as village chief.

"Brother Fu, look, I told you to be confident." The little fat man turned his head and looked at Wang Fu with a smile.

"Name?"

Hearing the voice of the beautiful immortal, the little fat man quickly turned his head, "Zhou Peng."

"Well, you passed, stand next to me." The second child with spiritual roots appeared, and the woman was no longer so surprised.

People with spiritual roots are one in a million. She had met a child with no spiritual roots in the secular county, and she had also met several children with spiritual roots in a small ravine.

Spiritual roots are somewhat related to blood and region.

"Next..."

Wang Fu took a deep breath and placed his palm on the stone, which was icy cold...

It took Wang Fu a long time to count five times.

He was very nervous. Until the fifth count was over, the white stone finally emitted a faint white light, which was really faint.

"This, this... How to calculate this?" Wang Fu looked at this fairy who was so beautiful that he had never seen before with trepidation.

"If it lights up, it will pass."

Wang Fu felt that this voice was the most beautiful voice in Wutong Village, no... in the whole county and the whole world.

"Thank you, thank you fairy."

He quickly stood beside Xiao Pang, his heart still pounding.

"Brother Fu, how do you feel?" Zhou Peng smiled.

"It feels great." Wang Fu wanted to shout out loud to vent his excitement. He knew that from this moment on, he would have the opportunity to be like the immortals mentioned in the stories in the school books.

Killing demons and monsters, flying into the sky and hiding in the ground.

Not far away, Wang Fu's father was even more excited.

"Master Wang, congratulations..."

"Haha..."

After a while, the test was over. Except for Wang Fu and the other two, no one else could make the stone on the table light up.

The villagers looked at the relatives of the three children and complimented them.

The old man in the school was also highly praised. All the children in the village were taught by him.

The old gentleman stroked his beard and smiled: "I was the one who named these three kids, they have extraordinary meanings."

"What do you say, old gentleman?"

"As the saying goes, 'When the great roc rises with the wind, it soars up to 90,000 miles.'"

"Not bad, not bad, my kid is called Zhou Qi... but it's a pity that he was not chosen by the immortal."

"Don't worry, if you can't become an immortal, you can still become an official, you can seek glory and wealth..."

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