Become a respected immortal master with flying clothes...
Or you can stay at home and take care of your parents and be a poor filial son...
He chose the second one.
Ye Xiaoqi looked at this disciple with a complicated expression on his face. When faced with the choice, he chose to step into the Immortal Sect. Looking back, his parents had passed away.
Ye Xiaoqi regretted this.
If he hadn't thrown stones into the pool to ask for directions and found the way, he still wouldn't be able to get out of this regret and self-blame.
Cultivation of immortality pays attention to the Taoist heart. If the Taoist heart is not stable, the path to immortality will be blocked.
Of course, there are also people who look down on family ties...but these will not affect his path to immortality.
…
Or maybe.
This young man now chooses to stay at home and live a life of embarrassment and poverty to die for his parents, and he will regret it one day in the future.
I regret that I didn't embark on the path to immortality in the first place, so I ended up like this.
"Did you know that with this choice of yours, you will lose the opportunity to become an immortal."
Ye Xiaoqi looked into his eyes and asked, wanting to see something from his eyes.
In fact, when the Immortal Sect recruits disciples, they will arrange for local officials to send some considerable money to their homes as condolences.
But the boy's parents were already in the hospital bed with no hope of treatment.
It's useless no matter how much money you give.
The boy took a deep breath and replied: "I know I will regret it. In fact, I will regret any choice, but I am still willing to stay at home and see my parents off for the last time."
He knows everything! But still choose this way!
"Good!" Ye Xiaoqi praised him. If he chose this time to leave his seriously ill parents, he, Ye Xiaoqi, would look down on him.
"Senior brother, look." Ye Xiaoqi looked at Ling Mingzi.
Lingmingzi nodded and asked, "Is your name Ye Quan?"
The boy in shabby clothes nodded.
"Yes, his character is good." Ling Mingzi took out a few pills: "Everyone has to go through life, separation and death, but it is unfilial not to wait for your parents when they are seriously ill. I have a few pills here. , it can cure mortal diseases and prolong the life of your parents."
"I asked the city lord to send someone there. You don't have to worry for three to five years. When you have achieved success in cultivation, you can go down the mountain to visit."
After thinking about it, Ling Mingzi continued: "In addition, if I arrange for some more money to be sent, it will be enough for your family to live without worries for a lifetime."
The condolence money itself has improved the family situation, but there is no cure for his parents' illness, and now they are dying, so he will choose to stay at home and spend their last days.
Now that the elixir is given to him to cure his illness and prolong his life, he can go about cultivating immortality with peace of mind.
"Thank you, Master Immortal!" Ye Quan wanted to kneel on the ground to thank him, but found that his knees could not bend.
"Call me senior brother!" Ye Xiaoqi smiled.
Looking up, several immortal masters smiled kindly at him. Ye Quan cried with joy and clasped his fists respectfully: "Thank you all, senior brothers."
These are all my senior brothers...
Then Ling Mingzi looked at the new disciples: "As long as there are elderly people at home, you can come and register, and I will have people arrange to send you life-prolonging elixirs."
The new disciples were overjoyed.
Who doesn't have an old man in his family?
"Senior brother is so kind!"
Ye Xiaoqi sighed, if he could have given elixirs to extend the lives of their parents when he entered the immortal path, then he would not have any regrets.
It’s just that at that time, there were no alchemists in the sect, and there were so many elixirs, so I couldn’t give them even if I wanted to.
The city lord sent people to deliver these money and elixirs.
There is no need to worry about someone enriching their own pockets, haha, after all, they are facing an immortal sect like Ziguang Sect.
Even if the sect doesn't care, the children of these families are the future "immortals", who dares to offend them.
…
Wait for everything.
He led everyone outside the city.
Lingming took out a palm-sized boat.
After firing the magic formula, the boat grew bigger and became the size of a city wall, hanging in the air. The mortals who saw this scene knelt down and worshiped on the ground, and all respectfully shouted: "Best farewell to the Immortal Master!"
This is the sect's flying magic weapon... the flying boat.
This flying boat can carry a hundred people and travel five thousand miles a day, but it consumes a lot of spiritual stones, two hundred spiritual stones are needed in just one day.
But the speed is also very ideal. It only takes two days to return to the sect from Wutong City.
"Get aboard and get ready to go!"
When everyone got on the boat and was about to set off, Tang Ruxuan pointed her finger at Chu Feng.
"Look, he looks like a dog."
Hearing this, the corners of Chu Feng's mouth twitched.
At the corner of the high wall of Wutong City stood a man who looked like a scholar.
Isn't he the "Qing brother" of Han Juan?
Brother Qing obviously came to say goodbye, but he didn't say anything and just looked at Han Juan on the flying boat quietly.
Han Juan was communicating with other disciples. Since she was an inner disciple as soon as she entered the school, the outer disciples were very polite to her and answered her questions very carefully.
She was looking forward to the future, so she didn't notice that his Qing brother was here.
When the flying boat started to fly away, the scholar boy shed tears, and finally sighed and left, feeling extremely lonely.
"You are the only one with sharp eyes!" Chu Feng patted Tang Ruxuan's head.
"Yeah, it hurts."
Tang Ruxuan rubbed her head and then patted Chu Feng.
The movements of the two of them attracted many people's attention.
Han Juan pursed her lips.
…
Chu Feng is dressed in white and looks elegant and free in his movements. Every move he makes always attracts her attention.
Seeing him and Tang Ruxuan playing and getting intimate, Han Juan would always have an unknown feeling in her heart.
Maybe... jealous.
…
The flying boat is speeding along, and from the deck one can overlook the endless mountains and rivers and the vast expanse of the earth.
There are ten first-class lounges in the boat, and they are fully equipped scenic rooms. Chu Feng, Ling Mingzi, Xiang Dong, Ye Xiaoqi, Li Bufan and Liu Dexing occupy six of them.
It is worth mentioning that the weasel was also assigned to a room. This was instructed by Ling Mingzi. The weasel was a foundation-building practitioner, so it was natural for him to be assigned to a room.
In addition, there are three rooms left, which are given to three outer disciples with good cultivation, including Su Zian. (This is the disciple who shouted, "Kill me to death if you can" during the competition.)
The remaining twenty rooms are Class B and Class C. Although Class B is also a single room, it is relatively simple, and Class C is a double room even though it is simple...
The outer disciples are all assigned B-class rooms, and the remaining new disciples are assigned according to their qualifications, some are assigned to B-class, and some are assigned to C-class.
Because of her close relationship with Chu Feng, Tang Ruxuan was assigned to a second-class private room, but she didn't want to live there and disliked the simplicity, so she always came to see Chu Feng.
…
All the new disciples put their things away after observing the room, and then ran out to watch the scenery on the deck of the flying boat. This kind of scenery was the only one they had ever seen in their lives, so they couldn't miss it.
"Wow, senior brother, did you say that you can fly with a sword after building the foundation?" A new disciple with mixed spiritual roots asked the foreigner disciple next to him.
The outer disciple nodded.
Then the new disciple continued to ask: "Senior brother, can you fly with a sword?"
The outer disciple was startled and said with a smile: "It will take a year or two. I have only practiced Qi at the seventh level now."
"I really want to build a foundation right away and be able to fly with a sword. That would be so cool."
The disciple said excitedly, causing many foreign disciples to laugh.
New disciples always have supreme longing and yearning for the sect and practice. In fact, building a foundation is not that easy. It takes ten years for ordinary people to build a foundation. His miscellaneous spiritual roots...
Even if the foundation can be built, I am afraid it will take seven or eighty years to build the foundation, or it may even be impossible to build the foundation.
Eventually, the youthful appearance becomes old...
If you don’t have good qualifications for cultivating immortals, everything will take time to polish...
Some of them cannot be gained by grinding time.
This time, there are only two people with better qualifications who are inner disciples, while the others are outer disciples or handyman disciples.
In the future, how many can build foundations, and how many can cultivate golden elixirs?
…
Although it was still daytime, Tang Ruxuan was already fast asleep in Chu Feng's room.
Chu Feng himself made tea on a table on the ship's deck.
Hearing the words of these new disciples, he smiled and said nothing, looking at the scenery in the distance.
At this moment, Han Juan approached Chu Feng.
