Lin Cheng stumbled home. He couldn't remember how he got back, and his mind went blank.
Qin Wan'er heard the noise and came out, and saw her son walking like a zombie. She immediately knew that something happened in the entry test that caused her strong-willed son to become like this.
When Lin Cheng saw his mother, he was like a drowning man grasping at straws, and burst into tears.
Qin Wan'er held her son in her arms and listened to her son's heart-rending crying. Her tears could no longer stop.
"Mother, is the child really dead? When I tested the spiritual root just now, the spiritual bamboo withered in my hand."
After crying bitterly, Lin Cheng's mood gradually stabilized. He sobbed and reached out his hand to his mother. In his hand was the withered spiritual bamboo that had been grasped and deformed.
The moment Qin Wan'er saw Lingzhu, she felt as if she had received an electric shock.
She knew very well that the plant Lingzhu did not have any other effects.
The only effect is to test a person's spiritual roots, and regardless of the cultivation level of the person who injects the spiritual energy, it will only absorb the absorbable ability in the spiritual energy and grow.
There are only two possibilities for the son to cause the spirit bamboo to wither like this. One is that the demonic energy in the son's body is causing trouble, and the other is that the son's spiritual root cannot be tested by the spirit bamboo.
Qin Waner believed the latter more.
"Cheng'er, listen to my mother, calm down first, maybe things are not what you think." Qin Wan'er hesitated for a moment and said.
Lin Cheng, who was still sobbing, suddenly opened his eyes wide, as if he was in an endless abyss and suddenly saw a glimmer of light in the distance.
He looked at his mother expectantly, waiting for her to answer his questions.
"Cheng'er, in fact, my mother has been hesitating in my heart these past few years as to whether I should tell you the truth or not."
After a pause, Qin Waner continued: "Actually, I didn't lie to you. Your talent is so high that you can definitely stand out from the rest. This all started two years ago..."
Lin Cheng listened quietly to his mother's story.
On the night when I was in a coma two years ago, my father came back.
He sealed a magic pill inside his body with his own hands.
The source of the demonic energy in his body was not the demonic badger, but an extremely powerful demonic elixir.
He didn't know how to understand this matter. Doesn't his father love him?
But according to the mother, the father did it so that he could absorb the magic pill and become the most powerful person.
Does his father love him?
I have never seen my father once since I was born, and I don’t even know what my father looks like.
If it weren't for this magic pill, where would I be now, at the peak of the Qi refining stage?
Could it even be that the foundation building has been successful?
Could it be that the strength that my talent has grown from is not as strong as a magic pill?
"Cheng'er, I am just telling you this to let you know that the failure of the spiritual root test this time may be due to the magic pill in your body.
It's even possible that your talent can no longer be tested by a spiritual bamboo.
The specific details still need to wait until you enter a higher level in the future and test it with something more advanced than Lingzhu. "
Lin Cheng calmed down. He was a very strong child. His crying before could not mean anything. After all, he was only a twelve-year-old child.
He knew that his father definitely did not plant the magic elixir for him to harm him.
No father would kill his own child, as tiger poison will not eat its own children.
And the fact that he has not become stronger can only mean that he has not worked hard enough and has not yet reached the ability to absorb the magic pill.
Qin Wan'er smiled because she saw Lin Cheng's eyes filled with perseverance again.
Qin Wan'er smiled and touched Lin Cheng's head, asking him to quickly take a shower and change out of his blood-stained coat.
Looking at her son jumping away, Qin Wan'er exhaled, hoping that Lin Qingshan's original choice was correct.
It's late at night, heading towards the Lord's Mansion of Wucheng City.
a white
The man in clothes is meditating inside the house.
Suddenly, he felt as if there was an extra person in the room.
He opened his eyes suddenly, and saw a figure covered in black robes standing not far in front of him.
A trace of cold sweat broke out on the forehead of the man in white. If the man in black hadn't deliberately let out a breath, he wouldn't have known how long that man had been standing there.
The man in white quickly stood up and bowed to the man in black, clasping his fists and saying, "Song Haotian, the deacon of the outer courtyard of Lingshan Court, has met my senior. I wonder what his orders are when he comes to visit late at night."
Although Song Haotian is not a master, he still has the strength of the sixth level of the foundation building stage.
For the other party to be able to approach him so easily, he must have at least reached the Dan-formation stage, which is comparable to the age of the inner courtyard.
The man in black robe waved his hand, and Song Haotian felt himself being lifted up by an irresistible force.
He could only stand obediently, looking at the man in black robe without daring to express his anger, as if he was afraid that if he did something, the man in black robe would kill him.
Just when Song Haotian was nervous and didn't know what to do, a female voice sounded faintly.
"Early tomorrow morning, there is a boy outside the west city gate. I want you to take him back to Lingshan Courtyard. When you get to Lingshan Courtyard, find him a good teacher to teach him how to practice. Do you know?"
After hearing this, Song Haotian quickly clasped his fists and bowed again, and replied extremely nervously: "This junior knows."
The man in black robe nodded, turned and walked towards the door.
Song Haotian raised his eyes and looked at the man. Just when he was about to straighten up, the man spoke again. Song Haotian was so frightened that he quickly lowered his body and obeyed the order.
"If you let me know that you are disobedient, believe me, your Lingshan Academy will not be able to protect you."
An irresistible force struck, and Song Haotian was directly thrown away, falling heavily onto the bed behind him.
The originally sturdy wooden bed collapsed and the wooden boards shattered all over the floor.
When Song Haotian sat up with difficulty, the black-robed figure had disappeared.
The fellow juniors who lived next door heard the noise and rushed here. As soon as they entered the house, they saw Song Haotian sitting on a pile of broken boards. They hurriedly said: "Senior Brother Song, what happened."
Song Haotian stood up, coughed to cover up his embarrassment and said, "Ahem, it's nothing. I accidentally broke the bed while practicing just now. This wooden bed is really not strong."
Seeing this, fellow junior fellow students breathed a sigh of relief and quickly flattered, "Congratulations to Senior Brother Song for once again improving your cultivation level."
Song Haotian waved his hand and waited until these junior brothers left before he moved his body. The pain coming from his back told him that everything just now was real.
What that man said was also true. He could only feel the aura just now from the dean of the outer courtyard. It came from the strength of the old monster Nascent Soul, and he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat on his back.
Deep in the forest in the west of the city, Qin Waner knocked on Lin Cheng's door. After learning that her son was still meditating, Qin Waner nodded secretly. It seemed that her son had recovered and did not give up on himself because of this test.
"Mom, it's so late and you haven't rested. Do you want to see me for something?" Lin Cheng asked doubtfully.
"Cheng'er, just now a message came from the city lord's palace, saying that the teacher from Lingshan Academy asked you to wait for him at the west gate tomorrow morning. He will take you to Lingshan Academy to practice. Don't practice tonight. Have a good night's rest. There will be some tomorrow. Good spirit." Qin Wan'er said with a smile and then left.
Lin Cheng looked at the door thoughtfully, and then lay down in a comfortable mood. He had not slept well for a long time.
He knew that there must be some reason that changed the decision of the teacher of Lingshan Academy, because he did not sense that anyone from the so-called City Lord's Mansion had approached the courtyard at all.
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