Wumi Village is located in a remote place, separated from the bustling center of the mainland by thousands of mountains and rivers, with blocked traffic and lack of supplies, it is like a standard barren land.
Unfortunately, Wen Ai became a little troublemaker here.
"Hey." Wen Ai squatted alone at the door and sighed, behind him stood a dilapidated thatched cottage that was about to collapse. He was bored picking the patches on the cotton clothes, and the old cotton cloth that had been scrubbed and washed too many times was unbearably disturbed, and the powder fell down, and the thread ends were broken by him. A gust of cold wind swept over, blowing away the patch, and crawled into the hole exposed underneath. Wen Ai was swaying from the cold, and wanted to go into the house to take shelter, but looking at the thatched hut that was crumbling in the strong wind, he felt deeply that he didn't want to die yet. He retracted his feet and sat down again.
Let's wait for mother to come back.
He has been in this world for three days, and he has fully adapted to this five-year-old body. In his memory, his father passed away before he was born, and his mother became a widow early on, and she worked hard to bring him up. Li was bullied a lot. Yesterday morning, his mother went to the mountain to cut firewood, but she never came back. At night, another strong wind passed through the country, and the wall of the house was blown down, making him unable to return home, so he could only hang out in desolation outside.
"One barrel." Wen Ai tucked his neck into his collar, "I can't just sit here and wait, my mother hasn't come back yet, could something happen?"
"What trick do you have?" the system said, "You little brat, the only way to get into the mountains is to be taken away by wolves. If you want help, who do you turn to? Yesterday you went to the next door to ask for a steamed bun and no one would give it to you. Today Could it be that you are willing to help you go up the mountain to find someone?"
Wen Ai hadn't eaten all day, and was already numb from hunger, but when the system reminded her, the hunger began to flood her stomach again. Accustomed to enjoying fine clothes and good food, and suddenly being thrown into such a difficult environment, Wen Ai wrinkled his face in worry, but when he thought of who, he felt that he could still bear this kind of hunger.
Wen Ai was cheering himself up, when suddenly his vision dimmed, and he looked around, the sky was filled with dark clouds covering the sky and the sun at some point, the dark clouds were still expanding, purple thunder could be faintly seen flashing in the tumbling, majestic The swaying land gathers from all directions toward the distant hilltop.
"Thunder Tribulation!" The system yelled excitedly.
Wen Ai hadn't realized what it was saying, several robbery clouds had quickly formed a group, and dropped the first thunderbolt towards the top of the mountain.
Wen Ai's face turned pale: "My mother is still in the mountains."
Thirty-six thunderbolts, each of them more powerful than the last, and the sound of thunder was deafening. When the robbery cloud cleared and the sky cleared, the mountain peak standing in place was cut to half, and the top was scorched black and white smoke was still rising.
The villagers all went out of their homes to watch the excitement, discussing it in one go.
"I don't know which sect of monks came to our poor village to escape the catastrophe."
"Floating Palace, I heard it's very close to us."
"Nonsense! The Fuluo Palace is the number one sect of demon cultivators, far away from the seventy-two seas!"
"Why is there no movement on the mountain, did you make it through?"
Wen Ai sat on the ground with her knees hugged, staring blankly at the top of the mountain where the smog hadn't cleared, thinking of her mother whose life and death were unknown, her eyes turned sour. Although the two have only been together for a short two days, they still have some feelings. They are a living person, if they really disappear like this...
A dazzling golden light suddenly shot up from the mountain peak that had been silent for a long time, and it was flying towards Wumi Village impartially. When it flew closer, it turned out to be a Taoist standing on a sword. In front of Wen Ai. Although this man has a gray beard, he has loose hair, clear eyes, and a fairy demeanor.
"Are you Xiao Qin's child?" the Taoist asked.
Wen Ai had a bad premonition: "Where's my mother?"
The Taoist sighed softly, and bent down to help him up from the ground: "Your mother died for me, and she had to pay back the fruits of her karma. From now on, you will be my direct disciple of Changzhao."
After finishing speaking, Master Changzhao picked up Wen Ai and walked away with his sword.
While flying in the sky, Wen Ai finally heard what happened. It turns out that Changzhao Zhenren is the suzerain of the Shangqing sect. He travels all over the world. When passing through their Wumi village, he finds a cunning monster on the mountain. Unexpectedly, when the merits and virtues are completed, the thunder calamity suddenly arrives, Wen Ai's mother happens to be nearby, seeing the thunder and lightning strike the real Changzhao who is still a child, she instinctively rushes to save the person, but is knocked out of her wits.
Wen Ai cried all the way, until he entered the Shangqingzong land, and a group of cranes flew around him, and finally turned his attention away.
"Is this what you raised?" Wen Ai blinked curiously, wanting to touch them but not daring to reach out.
"Spiritual beasts are usually taken care of by special disciples. If you like it, you can often go to the Spiritual Beast Peak to watch it." Daoist Changzhao patted his head, "This will be your home from now on. I just broke through the tribulation and need to retreat To stabilize the realm, your two senior brothers will teach you for me and accompany you to grow."
The Shangqing sect is truly the most upright sect, capable people emerge in large numbers, and its strength is strong, which has fascinated countless monks. There are tens of thousands of disciples in the sect, and the hierarchy is strict. The highest rank is the three pavilions and twelve peaks. Among them, the Jiange where the suzerain is located is the head. In addition, there are countless mountains and mountains with many forces. Wen Ai directly descended from the sky to become the suzerain's direct disciple. This kind of luck can make a large group of people turn red with jealousy. The real Changzhao did this for two reasons.
First, in the world of cultivating immortals, the soul is the source and the bottom line, life can be lost, but once the soul is destroyed, there will not even be a reincarnation, it is completely dissipated between heaven and earth. Therefore, Daoist Changzhao felt extremely guilty towards Wen Ai's mother. After pinching his fingers and calculating that she still had a child, it was naturally impossible for him to abandon it. Second, the real Changzhao saw that Wen Ai's five senses are exquisite, and he has an air of nobility that is completely opposite to that of a village child.
After leaving the area of Spirit Beast Peak, the cranes no longer followed Wen Ai, and with no sight blocking, Wen Ai could see the whole picture of Shang Qingzong clearly. In the vast mountain range, majestic halls stand tall and tall, and the spiritual mist is misty, just like a fairyland.
Master Changzhao pointed to the mountain with the strongest aura: "There is the Jiange."
Wen Ai lowered his head, and vaguely saw a tall and straight figure on the platform at the top of the peak. Before he could take a second look, Changzhao Daoist took him to the center of the platform, and the white-robed youth who had been waiting for a long time stepped forward and saluted: "See you, Master!" Respect."
"One pig!" The system exclaimed in surprise, "You man!"
Although no plot information was received, the system still had the program to detect the protagonist, and immediately recognized the young man in white robe as the male protagonist.
Wen Ai was prepared to practice hard, and when he grew up, he was ready to roam the world looking for true love, but in the blink of an eye, the heroine came to him, thinking that in the future he could be as affectionate and sweet as in previous lives, and he felt in his heart Can't stop having fun.
Seeing the little apprentice staring at Gu Shu stupidly, Changzhao said jokingly, "I can't even roll my eyes, do you like senior brother?"
Hearing this, Gu Shu also lowered her head to look at Wen Ai, Wen Ai met his smiling eyes, her face blushed immediately, she turned her eyes away and whispered: "Hello, big brother."
"A little baby is still shy." Changzhao couldn't help laughing, and pushed him towards Gu Shu, "Go, ask the elder brother for a meeting gift."
Gu Shu liked this good-natured little junior, and took out the storage bag to get gifts, but who knew that the little white porcelain doll didn't want anything, so she stretched out her hands to him, dragging her little milk voice and saying: " I want big brother to hug me."
Gu Shu was taken aback, his body was quicker than his thoughts, and he half-knelt down immediately, and when his arms became hot, the soft little junior plunged into him.
Thinking that this is his lover for several lifetimes, Wen Ai rubbed against Gu Shu's chest happily, with an appearance of complete dependence, Gu Shu hugged the delicate little person carefully, his heart was so soft that it was a mess.
Once Wen Ai hugged him, he refused to let go, and Gu Shu was also willing to let him cling to him, holding his buttocks and hugging him with one hand.
"You hit it off right away." Changzhao Daoist was a bit appreciative of being queued outside by the two apprentices, and planned to find some comfort with the second disciple, so he asked, "Why don't you see Ye'er?"
Gu Shudao: "After receiving the master's voice transmission, he went to get the spirit stone for the younger brother."
Wen Ai put his arms around Gu Shu's neck, and looked at him obediently: "What do you do with the Lingshi?"
"I'll test your spiritual root." Gu Shu was stared at by his dark eyes, and his tone softened unconsciously, "Only those with spiritual roots can practice. The higher the talent, the faster the cultivation. Among them, the single spiritual root is the best." The superior vehicle, the five spiritual roots are the inferior vehicle..."
When Gu Ye arrived at the sword-testing stage, he saw Gu Shu hugging a four- or five-year-old doll, one big and one small talking small things together, leaving the master alone to the side.
"This is the junior brother, right?" Gu Ye bowed to the real Changzhao, and looked Wen Ai over and over. She was carved in powder and jade, and she was very tender. No wonder Gu Shu was willing to get close.
Wen Ai rubbed his eyes in disbelief, glanced at Gu Ye and then at Gu Shu, looked back and forth several times in a row, his head was spinning and he didn't understand it, but the childish and cute behavior amused the three present.
Master Changzhao stroked his beard and smiled, "Little guy, your two senior brothers are twins."
Wen Ai complained to the system in his head: "Is there such an operation?"
The system said faintly: "Setting twins for the male lead... It doesn't feel good."
Wen Ai rolled his eyes and looked around again, and finally got a clue. Although the facial features of the two brothers are exactly the same, their temperaments are very different. Gu Shu is like the bright moon in the sky, clear and bright with a little aloofness, but Gu Ye is the complete opposite, with evil in the corners of his eyes and brows.
"One barrel." Wen Ai felt nervous, "Your program won't go wrong, right? Are you sure Gu Shu is the male lead?"
The system asked back: "You can't even recognize your own man?"
Wen Ai frowned: "It's Gu Shu, he feels very familiar to me." That kind of doting and gentle eyes can't be wrong.
"What's the name of the younger brother?" Gu Ye asked.
"Yuanxiao..." Wen Ai replied in a low voice, he was born during the Lantern Festival.
Gu Ye asked: "Is the surname Yuan and Xiao?"
Wen Ai was a little hard to say: "The surname is Xiao... Xiao Yuanxiao..."
"Little glutinous rice balls?" Gu Ye thought about it, and was amused, looking at his white, tender and bulging cheeks, he was about to pinch them with his hand, "Good name! Good name!"
Wen Ai turned her head away, sat on Gu Shu's arm, stretched her neck and argued with Gu Ye: "It's not Tangyuan, it's Yuanxiao!"
Gu Ye smiled and asked back: "It's all made of glutinous rice flour and water, what's the difference?"
Wen Ai was still young and hungry for three meals. After arguing for a few words, she blushed and couldn't breathe. She turned her upper body and lay on Gu Shu's shoulder, refusing to move any more. The little guy who was already a little bit big, and wearing a thick cotton padded jacket, just looking at his back, he really looks like a glutinous rice dumpling, nestling in Gu Shu's arms at this moment, feels wronged as if he will be eaten the next moment. Gu Shu pitied him, gently patted and smoothed his hair, only to feel that the soft touch under the palm was addictive.
Gu Ye saw that the glutinous rice balls were betting against him, and with a wave of his hand, a giant spar with a height of two feet was formed in the open space next to it. It was so clear that there was no trace of impurities, which made Wen Tuanzi take a second look. .
"Discovering the spirit stone." Changzhao Daoist then started to get down to business, "Enough of the fuss, Xiao'er, come and test the spirit root."
Wen Ai was coaxed by Gu Shu to give birth to Ansheng, and was crawling down with him, but Gu Ye came to provoke him again: "You can tell if it's Yuanxiao or Tangyuan."
Although Wen Ai's life has been disguised as a little scumbag in a poor mountain valley, but both of his parents died and he was accepted as a master, no matter how you think about it, he is a character who will have a role in the future, and his talent must not be bad. So Wen Ai put his palm on the smooth crystal stone with confidence, the expected pillar of light did not rush out, and the crystal stone was as calm as an old pool in a deep mountain. After a long while, five strands finally appeared faintly. The faint colored light trembled as if it was about to be extinguished by someone blowing on it.
Waste wood five spirit roots.
Wen Ai took his hand away in disbelief, and pressed it again, but he still got the same result.
Gu Ye laughed unkindly: "It really is a glutinous rice ball!"