Wen Jing now lives in a small village at the foot of the Xunyang Mountains.
At the entrance of this village, there is a clear spring that is cool and sweet, with a hint of aura. Legend has it that the passing fairy stopped here to drink water, so it is called Qingquan Village.
The people here are simple and simple, and the place is small. There are only dozens of men, women and children. The whole village will know which house beats children at night before dawn. The villagers rely on the mountains to eat, and most of them rely on the herbs and wild animals produced in the Xunyang Mountains for their livelihoods.
Qingquan Village is not an outstanding person, but it’s a bit immortal.
Wen Jing, lived in this quiet little village for ten years.
How did he come into this world? Not sure.
In the first few years, Wen Jing was as ignorant as other babies and had no memory. When he was seven years old, the Xunyang Mountains moved slightly, and Wen Jing was stunned while shaking, and many messy pictures appeared before his eyes. Since then, bit by bit from the previous life will come back.
He actually lived in the world of “The Tribulation of All Living Beings”, this recognition made him be astonished for a while. When he understood his identity, he immediately woke up and slowly planned his life.
Specifically, his question now is: how to survive.
An old man and a young man sat at the wooden table, and Lu Yunfei looked at Wen Jing kindly, with a kind face.
“Jing’er, how did you practice “Pure Ming Gong” recently?”
“Pure Ming Gong”, one of the introductory techniques of immortal cultivation, is divided into one to thirteen levels. You can buy it in Xunyang Town, the nearest to Qingquan Village, and one copy of two spiritual stones.
The Yuxiang eggplant is tender and smooth, melts in the mouth, Wen Jing has to admire Lu Yuntian’s cooking skills. He swallowed two mouthfuls before slowly saying: “Still stuck on the third floor, unable to break through.”
Lu Yunfei smiled: “Are you eager to play without practicing exercises recently?”
“There is no fun, it seems to have encountered a bottleneck.”
Lu Yunfei was silent, and smiled again and said: “In three months, the gate of Qingxu Jianzong will be opened once every five years to recruit disciples. Grandpa is also worried that you will not be able to enter.”
“Don’t worry, grandpa, grandson will definitely work hard.” Wen Jing promised anxiously, his face full of filial piety.
Lu Yunfei hooked his nose: “If you break through the fourth floor, grandpa takes you to Xunyang Town to play, grandpa will buy you what you want.”
“Okay.”
Day after day, Wen Jing plays the role of filial grandson, coordinating with Lu Yunfei’s kindness, and so skilled that he dare not let him see the abnormality.
This Lu Yunfei is actually not his grandfather.
Wen Jing is a kid who was abducted.
The real life experience is no longer available. When Wen Jing was three years old, Lu Yunfei took him to Qingquan Village.
Up until now, Lu Yunfei has only one purpose–
Seize the house.
Lu Yunfei’s aptitude is low, and he has only cultivated to the seventh level of Qi training for a lifetime. Now he is more than ninety years old, and he is about to die. He is not reconciled when he is dead. Fortunately, he found an ancient scroll many years ago that allowed him to temporarily condense the soul after his death, and then take away his home. Over the years, he has been looking for children with good aptitudes, wanting to seize the young body, and start all over again. Finally, the sky didn’t kill him, so he met Wen Jing by chance. Lu Yunfei was overjoyed and took him to Qingquan Village to settle down and raise him in the name of his grandfather.
If this old ghost takes his body, Wenjing will be a dead end…
So he has been looking for a way to escape since he can remember.
He tried to escape, but found that Lu Yunfei used a magic talisman to restrain him, preventing him from getting out of Qingquan Village three miles away. He also thought of resisting, but unfortunately this Lu Yunfei’s cultivation base is already at the seventh level of Qi training, even if Wen Jing cultivates desperately, he can’t beat it.
As for asking for help from the villagers, it is even more nonsense.
The villagers are simple and good people, do not know how to practice, and have never heard of taking homes. Tell them, it’s just a drag on their lives. Besides, Lu Yunfei is a generous old man who knows well and loves his grandson. How can anyone believe in Wenjing?
The chance of success in seizing the home is only 20% to 50%. The greater the difference in the cultivation level of the immortal cultivator, the easier it is to seize the home, and the soul will be scattered if it fails. Lu Yunfei has been afraid of death for many years, and this has only been delayed until now. However, the day when the gate of Qingxu Jianzong’s mountain gate opened was imminent, and he was going to fight it out.
As one of the five great cultivation sects, Qingxu Jianzong only recruits immortal cultivators who are under the age of sixteen and have reached the fourth level of Qi training. Therefore, Lu Yunfei was eager to let Wen Jing rise to the fourth level of Qi training. Otherwise, Lu Yunfei would not be able to become a disciple for about a year after seizing the house.
In the book, even though the opportunity is small, Lu Yunfei succeeded in seizing the house, and entered the Qingxu Sword Sect under the name “Lu Jing” and became a young disciple.
The situation is urgent, and Wen Jing dare not get the slightest chance.
He has already broken through the fifth level of Qi training, but Lu Yunfei has not learned the “Sky Eye Technique”, so he can’t see the depth of his cultivation. But if he wants to rise to the seventh level of Qi training within three months and contend with Lu Yunfei, it is a foolish dream.
As a loyal reader of “The Tribulation of All Beings”, Wen Jing only hopes this will help a bit.
The rain outside the window is getting heavier.
Several peaks stood in the wind and rain, faintly revealing a trace of hideousness.