Playing the cultivation game in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 77 The Young Man’s Iron Fist

"The fool said you..."

Suddenly facing the figure that suddenly jumped out, Qinglu's mind was still thinking about other things.

Not to mention, this little fool looks quite fair.

Some bad clips began to play in Sheng Fei's mind, and it hurt so much that she reached out and covered her head.

A large number of memories that did not belong to her poured into the sea of ​​​​consciousness in an instant, including being beaten, excluded, despised, insulted, and covered with numerous scars.

Under the extreme pain, Sheng Wei stretched out his fist without thinking.

After all, she was not the one who fell first.

A large group of people poured out of the stone castle and saw the familiar figure in purple at the front. Compared with what they remembered, it was Jing Yuyan's mother and the wife of the clan leader of Zhu Shanbei, Yan.

Sheng Wei thought for a while, she really only used a little bit of strength in that punch just now.

Well, that's right, she swore.

There should be no problems with being hit...should be...a little safer...

So before everyone was about to approach, Yan Yan watched his brother close his eyes, kick his legs, and fall straight back. Just as he was about to reach out to catch him, someone moved faster than him.

Just when he noticed the movement, Yan ran out in a hurry and caught his fallen son, his eyes filled with distress.

She calmly pinched her youngest son's wrist and frowned slightly. As a pharmacist in the clan, she was familiar with basic pathologies, but there was nothing abnormal about Jing's pulse.

But looking at Jing's little face, it was distorted by pain and turned pale. It didn't look like he was faking it.

Sheng Fei is familiar with the matter of pretending to be faint.

Her sensitivity to other people's consciousness has always been incredibly high, and she doesn't have to pretend to be aware of Yan's prying eyes. Her mind is indeed in chaos now, and the surface of the sea of ​​consciousness is full of storms caused by the collision of memories.

After she caught a glimpse of the abnormality in the young son's soul, the soft-faced woman stood up with an ugly look on her face.

On the ground, Qinglu, the second son of the great elder's family, covered his mouth and was crying incomprehensibly with everyone.

She said nothing, ignored the eldest son who stood as stupid as a log beside her, picked up the younger son and left straight away.

The young boy, who was completely unprepared for the development of the matter, stood there helplessly at first, then realized what was happening, loosened the rope in his hands, let the wind blow under his feet, and chased in the direction of his mother.

Yan's body has a faint scent of grass and trees, which smells very good, and her embrace is light and soft, which is a reassuring feeling.

Sheng Fei could feel that the so-called mother led her into the stone castle and kept moving upwards. The temperature next to her suddenly dropped a lot, and finally stopped at a place full of medicinal fragrance.

The smoke seemed to place her on the bed, and the soft cushion under her body had a clear scent of cinnamon.

She closed her eyes and listened to the conversation between the two while sorting through the messy memories in her mind.

The sound of bottles and cans colliding could be heard in my ears, either crisp or low.

"Mother, what's wrong with my brother!" The panic in Yan's voice was obvious.

Sheng Fei rummaged through Jing's memories and found that his brother, as the eldest son of the leader of the clan, was very talented and could draw Qi into his body early.

"Ten years old, wind spirit root, ninth level of Qi training, a typical kid from other people's families."

But she is not bad either. Although she is eight years old and at the tenth level of Qi training, she seems a little watery, but compared with a group of little Douding who are at the beginning and intermediate levels of Qi training, she is still very good!

There is no need for her to repeat the word genius.

As for Bian Qi, who only took one year to practice qi and successfully enter the foundation building, he is just chasing after God to feed him, and there is no comparison at all.

I just don’t know why, Yan obviously followed the template of other people’s children, but he did a little worse - his father didn’t care, his mother didn’t love him, and his personality was as soft as a freshly baked white flour bun.

There is also a younger brother who was born with a root cause of the disease. He looks a bit more stupid than ordinary people. In addition, his father is absent and his mother is weak. He has to take care of the whole family by himself.

Yes, that's right.

The clan leader of Zhushan tribe disappeared not long after Jing was born.

Yan said to the outside world that he was going to find medicine for his youngest son.

According to the rules of a large tribe, if you want to live within the tribe, you must make certain contributions to the tribe. This rule applies to everyone.

Zhushan is a large area with a large population. Although there are many powerful warriors, the number of old, weak and young is obviously much greater. The nearby land is barren, and the tribesmen still have to obtain food through the ancient method of hunting.

In this dangerous area bordering the Demon Realm, they cannot be expected to go into battle and beg for food.

Therefore, the clan provides training resources for the warriors. When they grow up, the stronger and higher their status is, the more rewards they will have to pay.

After her husband disappeared, Yan, as the clan's pharmacist, doubled the number of elixirs he refined for the clan, barely enough to make up for her husband's share. In addition, there were occasional messages sent back and sent by trustees.

The spiritual plant, the people in the clan can't do anything to the mother and son.

She is still the respected wife of the patriarch.

But with long periods of overwork, Yan's physical condition deteriorated and he finally couldn't hold on any longer.

That year, Yan was six years old, exactly two years after the patriarch's father disappeared and his younger brother was born. The young man who awakened the wind spirit root officially embarked on the path of spiritual practice and took over the heavy burden on his mother's shoulders.

"I couldn't tell for a moment whether this was a counterattack protagonist template or a sadist template." Sheng Fei thought for a while, and combined with the grown-up Yan seen earlier, the possibility of a villain template behind the scenes is also very high.

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When she thought of the beating in her memory, she felt a toothache.

It's purely for irritation.

The elder brother is away from the family for most of the time, and the mother is bedridden. Logically speaking, this child should stay at home and not go anywhere. It doesn't matter if he likes to run out, and he always goes to the corner every time he goes out.

If you are discovered, you will inevitably be bullied by your peers.

At first it was just verbal abuse, but then it became more and more intense. Although he was extremely powerful, he never knew how to fight back, and he was simply passively beaten.

Through Jing's memory, Sheng Fei could clearly feel that this child was by no means an idiot.

The scent of cinnamon in the room is getting stronger and stronger, and if you smell it carefully, it seems to be mixed with the scent of phantom grass.

As a spiritual plant aimed at the soul, Huanlicao has a strong fragrance and strong hallucinogenic ability, and it can also numb people's pain to a certain extent.

"You guys went to the cliff again."

Yan's voice was full of exhaustion, and he ignored the eldest son's question, "Jing is not sensible, are you not sensible either..."

The youngest son was born with flaws, so her mind was naturally more focused on the well.

"Mother, I don't..."

Yan Nana said, taking a step back. Really, he is not ignorant.

Even if he could find out when his brother ran away, he couldn't stop him. Would he dare to say this?

Sheng Fei clenched his fists, not feeling very happy.

Every time I see the fun next door, I feel like it would be great if I could also have the ability to bring happiness to others (o▽｀o)...Thanks to Teacher Bei Linxu and Teacher Magpie Dasu for their rewards and

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