After hearing this, the young man used his hands to turn a millstone like a windmill.
"Brother Fei, please slow down, I can't keep up." The girl hurriedly wiped the soy milk foam from her mouth and added soaked soybeans to the grinder.
"Xiaoyun, you are so stupid." Lang Fei could only slow down his strength and let the girl do what he did in a hurry.
Although these two brothers and sisters have not yet passed their hair-cutting years, Lang's Tofu, which is praised by everyone in Qingniu Town, has been working hard for six years.
The boy's name is "fei", and his ancestors have made a living selling tofu for three generations. People say that private businesses in rural areas are just like that, and there is no need to miss him. How could it be that Lang Fei's father, Lang Yuanzhi, happened to be a love-struck person. Since Lang Fei's death
The mother died in childbirth, so she drank and drank all day long to soothe her sorrows. Fortunately, three generations of the Lang family had run the business, and although they were not said to be rich, they still had a small amount of savings. Lang Yuanzhi did not fall into the middle of the family.
However, Lang Fei, who was just born and was waiting for food, suffered alone.
As the saying goes, there is no unstoppable path for man, and the earth has the virtue of good life. Lang Yuan was very affectionate. When he was young, he had a brother of the opposite sex, Mo Tie. Mo Tie was the only blacksmith in Qingniu Town. He felt sorry for his brother, so he grew up with him.
He took care of Lang Fei as his own son. Two years later, Mo Tie got a daughter, named Mo Yun. They had a son and a daughter together, and their life was quite peaceful.
Eight years later, Lang Yuanzhi died of depression. When he woke up before his death, he left a message: "Fei'er, my father is ashamed of you. As a father, how should I go to see your mother... My son will grow up to be like a tiger or a dragon."
, Don’t learn to be like a father." This Lang Yuanzhi spent half his life being proud and half his life learning about weights, but he could do nothing.
Since then, Lang Fei, who was only eight years old, seemed to have grown up overnight. With the help of Mo Tie's family, he re-erected the Lang's Tofu sign.
Time flies, six years have passed in the blink of an eye, and the eight-year-old child has become a beautiful young man today. Even though he is dressed in soap and linen clothes, he still can't hide the bright talents between his eyebrows.
"What a waste of time, brother, why are you pretending to be brave? Who in the town doesn't know that you eat snack meat instead of soup, bite half of a steamed bun, block a chimney, and demolish a corner? No, you just went to peek at a girl taking a bath and you got beaten up.
It's out. Hey, was that green and red spot in the corner of your eye a slap? Does it hurt?" Lang Fei's follower Xiao Yun blinked a pair of watery eyes on her tender face, but she didn't know it was real.
Worry is still a fake worry.
"Xiaoyun, your brother and I are already an adult. A man should do something good. This fat beating is nothing. How can you, a little braided braid, understand?" Lang Fei looked upright and showed no sign of weakness.
fight back.
"I said I can't find it. What are you two doing climbing so high? If your pants are worn out, let's see how I can deal with you when I get home. Come down quickly. The mayor is waiting for you two." Mrs. Mo panted and wiped her sweat while talking to her.
shouted at the two naughty guys in the tree.
"It's bad, Brother Fei, could it be that your stealing of the mayor's eggs two days ago came to light? What should we do?" Mo Yun looked gloating but pretended to be concerned, with a twinge in the corner of her eye.
All smiles.
Although Lang Fei was very eccentric, he was still a child after all. Mo Yun felt a little nervous when she heard what she said, and she asked thoughtfully: "Foster mother, why is the mayor looking for us? I'm not going to get vaccinated."
Lang Fei and Mo Yun were Mo Tie's precious children. They had not been beaten or scolded since they were children. Mrs. Mo had to answer: "The old gods in the county come to perform spiritual tests every five years. If you pass the test,
Then you can worship the old immortal as your teacher, eat the royal food and learn the magic of immortality." Although Mrs. Mo said this with a look of expectation, there was also a hint of disappointment in her eyes.
After hearing this, Lang Fei felt that the stone in his heart had fallen to the ground, but Xiaoyun next to him had a face full of regret.
Lang Fei, an immortal, has also read in some zhiguai zhao that he can fly to the sky and escape the earth, move mountains and fill the sea, live forever, and be omnipotent. It is like this: "Wandering in the North Sea in the morning and evening in the sky, the green snake in the sleeve is courageous."
"The verses are still in my imagination and fresh in my memory.
"Foster mother, just wait a moment. I'll be here soon." Lang Fei recovered his thoughts and climbed down the tree with Xiaoyun.
Mrs. Mo took the second primary school and went straight to the mayor's house, saying nothing all the way.
When the three of them arrived at the mayor's courtyard, they saw that a thick circle of people had already gathered in front of the door. They kept looking into the mayor's courtyard. Mrs. Mo and her two children crowded forward.
"Hey, hey... did you hear that the old god, the son of Liu Yu's family in Zhenxi, took a test and said he has no spiritual roots? It seems that his good looks are useless." Listening to the gossip in the words, Lang Fei knew it.
It must be Liu Sangu from Zhenxi who is chewing her tongue again.
"That's right. Is spiritual root so difficult? In the past years, there was no one in our town who could catch the eyes of the old gods. Could it be that the feng shui here is not good?" This is Aunt Xue from Zhennan.
While Lang Fei was thinking wildly, Mrs. Mo had already led the two of them through the crowd and walked towards the door. At this time, there was a burst of crying and scolding from the courtyard, "I told you that you can't live up to your expectations. If you can't read well, the land can't be planted."
Well, I don’t have any spiritual roots either. What else can you do?” As I walked to the door, I saw Er Huzi, the neighbor across the street from the south entrance who I had played with yesterday, being pinched by his father Xiong Zhuang and walking out of the courtyard.
From time to time, he would hit Er Huzi's butt twice. Looking at Er Huzi's miserable appearance, Lang Fei subconsciously touched his buttocks.
When I was young, I walked through the courtyard and when I arrived at the front hall, I heard a burst of laughter, "Hahahahaha, this trip is worth it, it's worth it, I finally got a disciple with spiritual roots." Lang Fei just felt
The shock made my ears buzz, and my heart was horrified, "What a powerful old god."
"Mayor, I have brought my two children." At this time, Mrs. Mo let the two children into the front hall.
Lang Fei came into the hall and saw an old Taoist sitting in the main seat wearing a green silk robe and a green scarf. He was stroking his beard with one hand and his face was full of satisfaction. The mayor apologized to the guest, and the old Taoist stood aside from his seat.
Lang Fei stood still and took a closer look at the two of them. He thought to himself, "Who do I know? It turns out they are these two grandsons."
It turns out that these two people are very famous people in the town. Yan Nangui, the hair puller, and his precious son touched Yan Mo. Yan Nangui's family is rich but he likes to take advantage of others, so the people in the town gave him the nickname "Puller".
Yan Nangui's son, Yan Mo, always goes up to touch and squeeze beautiful girls when he sees them, because this boy has been beaten since he was a child. Lang Fei thought that if he only rewarded his words, he would be able to do so at least within ten years.
More than a few, and after being beaten a lot, this kid has learned to be smart. He always brings a few servants to protect the courtyard when he goes out on the street. Fortunately, this kid has never done anything worse. The ordinary people have no choice but to be angry and dare not take care of it, so
Like his father, he got the nickname Mo Yi Mo Yan Mo.
When Yan Mo saw Lang Fei walk into the living room, he raised his eyes and looked at Lang Fei provocatively. Lang Fei raised his hand and pretended to scratch his ears. When Yan Mo saw Lang Fei raise his hand, he immediately shrank his head subconsciously and asked why.
, it turns out that Yan Mo has been beaten by Lang Fei a lot since he was a child. When he grew up and took care of the nursing home, he wanted to trouble Lang Fei. Lang Fei couldn't beat so many people, but Mo Tie, who was born in a blacksmith, was a master of protecting calves.
, the seven or eight guards who were beaten in two or three times had no choice but to howl on the ground, and the remaining ones were touched and eventually were ravaged by Lang Fei. Seeing Lang Fei back and forth was like a mouse meeting a cat. Yan Bugui saw this.
With an embarrassed look on his face, he thought to himself, "Fortunately, I praised you for being strong in front of the old god just now. Little bastard, you immediately ruined it for me."
"Ahem, ahem, Mrs. Mo, let the two children come over quickly and let the old immortal examine the bones." The mayor spoke up to relieve Yan Bugui.
Upon hearing this, Mrs. Mo grabbed Lang Fei, who was looking proud of himself, and walked up to the old god in a few steps to say a blessing. "This is my adopted son Lang Fei, asking the old god to examine his bones."
"You are not worthy of being a god. The old Taoist Qingxu looks at Qingsong Taoist." The old Taoist stood up and bowed his head, then took out an ancient bronze mirror with engraved patterns from his arms.
"Holy stick!" Lang Fei cursed in his heart.
"The boy stepped forward and closed his eyes to concentrate."
Lang Fei walked up to Taoist Qingsong as he was told, closed his eyes and visualized a little clear light between his eyebrows.
The old Taoist was surprised in his heart. "What a clever little guy." Then he raised the bronze mirror in front of Lang Fei and used his true energy, but he saw three points of spiritual light floating out of the mirror and slowly sinking into Lang Fei's eyebrows.
Seeing this, the Yan family, his son, and the mayor had calm expressions, but Madam Mo and Mo Yun were slightly surprised. They had never seen the old immortal when he came because they were young, and Madam Mo was not a good person and would not run away.
When I came to watch, even though I heard some gossip, I was still doubtful. The theories about immortals and gods in this view are really mysterious.
Since the spiritual light disappeared and the cup of tea was not available, the old Taoist priest made a secret and drank "Return". Three points of spiritual light escaped from Lang Fei's eyebrows and slowly flew back into the mirror. At this time, Lang Fei also slowly opened his eyes and felt
Just now, when the spiritual light penetrated my body, I felt like I had a dream. In the dream, there was a pool of green water slowly flowing. When I wanted to take a closer look, I was woken up by the old Taoist. After calming down for a while, I looked at the old Taoist priest.
I saw the old Taoist turned over the mirror and put his forehead against the mirror, muttering something in his mouth, and then shouted "Xian". After a while, the old Taoist took away the bronze mirror and looked at Lang Fei with some surprise, and then at the bronze mirror. Lang Fei was puzzled.
Looking at the old Taoist, the old Taoist shook his head and picked up the bronze mirror again and put it on his forehead. He still shouted "Xian". After a while, the old Taoist exhaled heavily and looked at Lang Fei with strange eyes. Lang Fei wanted to ask but didn't.
Dare to speak out, only to feel that the whole body was looked at by the old Taoist in horror.
"Old fairy? Is there anything wrong?" the mayor asked.
After hearing this, the old Taoist priest came back to his senses and thought, "This is a lucky thing for me as a big man. I am not in a hurry. We will discuss it in detail after the test is completed."
"Nothing is wrong. Let's not talk about this matter any more. The little girl behind you, please come forward." After saying this, the old Taoist priest said goodbye and said, "Go away."
When Mo Yun came forward, the three o'clock spiritual light still followed the Taoist command and came out of the mirror. After half a cup of tea, it returned to the mirror. The old Taoist still put the bronze mirror on his forehead and shouted "show", and the cup of tea passed.
There was no movement from the old Taoist priest. Everyone in the hall looked at the old Taoist in confusion, but did not dare to disturb him. After another tea break, there was still no movement from the old Taoist. Xiaoyun's legs were sore as she stood, and she became impatient, "Old Taoist priest,
You can tell me how the test went."
"Xiaoyun, don't be rude to the old god." Mrs. Mo was startled and scolded Mo Yun. At this time, the old Taoist priest slowly opened his eyes. Lang Fei listened carefully and made a coo. He blinked and saw the old Taoist's throat squirming.
"Just now, this old man was swallowing his saliva!"
"It's okay, it's okay, Madam, don't panic. Madam and the two little friends, please take a seat and listen to me explain in detail." After making up his mind, the old Taoist Weiwei raised his hand to signal the three of them to take their seats.
Although the three of them were full of doubts, they had to sit down first. After Lang Fei sat down, he saw Yan Mo across from him with an angry look on his face. This kid was mischievous and said softly, "My grandson, it's grandpa who welcomes you." Yan Mo was furious.
, I was so depressed that my face was red, but there was nothing I could do. I had just become a master, so I couldn't lose my etiquette in front of the master.
The old Taoist didn't care about Xia Shou Lang Fei's prank, picked up the tea cup on the Eight Immortals table, took a sip and said: "Since the collapse of heaven and earth in ancient times, reincarnation has been broken, all things have withered, and the way of cultivation in heaven and earth has become extremely difficult, and people have died.
After that, there are three souls, the so-called heaven soul, the earth soul, and the human soul. The so-called reincarnation. These three souls need to be reintroduced into the human world from the human realm. In ancient times, the human realm was intact. The three souls obtained the innate god from the human realm, and the innate god from the union of parents.
The essence of the mother breathed in the mother's womb to obtain the innate energy, and the Three Jewels reincarnated endlessly, so everyone has the opportunity to become an immortal, transcend the ordinary and become a saint." The old Taoist took a sip of tea and continued, "Now the human realm is incomplete, and the three souls can only enter it.
Partially obtain the innate god. According to the difference of the fusion of the innate god, it can be roughly divided into three types. Those with perfect heaven soul are called heaven spirit root, earth soul is followed by earth spirit root, and human soul is again human spirit root. All three souls have it.
And those who are not perfect can only have spiritual roots. Those who have one or two souls but are not perfect are classified as not having spiritual roots. Most people in the world do not have spiritual roots, so they can only practice internal and external martial arts to strengthen their bodies. Of course spirituality
There are also more detailed divisions of roots, such as thunder spiritual roots, golden spiritual roots, etc., but the general qualifications for cultivation are still based on the above four divisions."
The old Taoist above was talking incessantly, and Lang Fei below was listening with great interest. While listening, he was holding the snacks on the coffee table, and while eating, he was looking at Yan Mo who had a purple face across from him.
After the old Taoist priest told these ancient secrets, he turned around, took out a brocade box from his arms and threw it away to Yan Bugui. "Take it with the morning dew, and the stubborn illness will be overcome. You can take Yan Mo away and I will be there soon."
I'll go to your house as a bride." Yan Bugui followed Yan Mo's instructions and left.
The old Taoist priest winked at the mayor again, and the mayor also found an excuse to leave the hall. There were only two young ladies, Mrs. Mo, and the old Taoist left in the room.
The old Taoist stroked his beard and said, "Mrs. Mo, do you know why I turned away the others?"
Mrs. Mo looked at the second child, "Is it because of the daughter and the child's spiritual roots?"
"Exactly, just now I looked at the spiritual light symbolizing your son's earth soul shining in the spiritual mirror. This is the manifestation of the earth spirit root. I have only encountered two people in the tens of thousands of tests over the decades." The old Taoist stroked his fingers twice.
He lifted his beard and looked happy.
Mrs. Mo was stunned for a moment after hearing this. If she had heard the previous secret in confusion, she also knew how rare it was to be one of the best among tens of thousands.
"Don't be surprised yet, your daughter is even better. The Han Dynasty has only been in the same situation as your daughter once in more than two thousand years since the founding of the country." The old Taoist priest continued to say nothing surprising.
Mrs. Mo was completely confused, "I'm not dreaming!" She pinched her thigh hard and found that it still hurt, so she stood up and walked a few steps. Fortunately, she didn't feel erratic.
"Foster mother, please calm down and listen to the Taoist priest continue." Lang Fei hurriedly pulled the panicked Mrs. Mo, only to feel that his hands were wet, and when he looked closely he was covered in sweat.
"Old fairy, will you accept them both?" Mrs. Mo asked anxiously after she had just calmed down.
The old Taoist priest shook his head, and Mrs. Mo sat up from her seat again. "My virtue and talent are not enough to teach them both." The old Taoist priest added hurriedly.
"Then what should we do?"
"Madam, don't be anxious. When I return to the county tomorrow, I will give a memorial to the Emperor of the Han Dynasty, and I will teach these two little friends to become famous teachers." Mrs. Mo was walking around in the middle of the hall, and there was no good way to appease her.
she.
"Then should I go immediately to pack the luggage for the two children, or prepare the carriage shaft or something?" Mrs. Mo still kept talking.
"No, no, I'm sure those famous sects will personally pick you up based on your daughter and son's qualifications." The old Taoist priest sighed, as the saying goes, a son traveling thousands of miles is worried about his mother.
"Mom, don't dangle in front of me, I'm very dizzy," Xiaoyun said carelessly.
The old Taoist priest suddenly felt that he and Mrs. Mo were very funny. One of them was excited to find the baby, and the other was worried about the mother who was about to send her son away for a long journey. As for the two protagonists in this matter, one was drowsy and seemed to be sleeping.
Even without sleeping, I ate the snacks with gusto.
"Okay, Mrs. Mo, please return home with your son and daughter. The old Taoist will bring you news in less than ten days." The old Taoist priest rubbed the corners of his eyes feeling helpless.
Mrs. Mo thought that this was her only plan for now. She took the absent-minded second child and went home. However, the mixed feelings in her heart on the way were unknown to outsiders.
There was nothing to say all night, except of course the Mo family's antics.
"Have you heard that the rascal who plucks out his feathers was chosen by the old god to become his disciple? It's really unreasonable. Even with his virtues, he would have such an opportunity."
"You don't know, Yan Pula Mao said that there will be a big banquet tonight, and all the folks in the town can go to the banquet. This time he is really very generous."
"Come on, who knows if he tried to fool us with wine mixed with water like the last time he married his third wife."
"Probably not. This is disrespectful to the old god. I don't think he would dare."
Lang Fei finally found an excuse to sell tofu and ran out of his house to hide in peace, but he heard people talking about the Yan family's affairs in the streets.
"This grandson is gone and he is causing trouble to me. He is not a son of a man."
After that, the town returned to its former peace. Only the Mo family knew about Lang Fei's brother and sister. Maybe the mayor and Yan Bugui could also guess a thing or two, but the old Taoist priest pressured them and they had to swallow their doubts.
Go into the belly.
Ten days is not a long time. For most people, it can pass in the blink of an eye, but for Lang Fei and Xiaoyun, they can only be described as enduring. Mrs. Mo pinched and touched this all day long, with displeasure written all over her face.
Abandon.
On the 10th, the mayor sent a letter signed by Master Qingsong. Mo Tie called three people, carefully opened the seal and took out the letter, but as mentioned above
"Your Majesty, your Majesty has sent people to all the major cultivation sects to receive the news about your young master. I think there will be masters coming to accept disciples in the near future. I hope you will be at ease. When your young master is chosen as a master, I hope you will give me your blessings."
Second, the old Taoist will come to thank you in the future, and His Majesty has also set off from the capital to confer a reward on the Mo family, so we can expect it in the next two or three days."
Mo Tie is a rough man, but today Mo Tie knows what it means for one person to achieve enlightenment, a chicken or a dog to ascend to heaven, let alone two people in their family.
Looking at Mrs. Mo's green eyes, Lang Fei cried out in his heart, "When will the days of hell end?"
Xiaoyun, a rebellious girl, didn't know when she made a small sign hanging on her chest with the Chinese characters "Don't bother me, go find my brother."