In the hall, people of all ages were filled with indignation for profit.
"Then... there is only one token, who should it be given to?"
One sentence was like a bucket of cold water poured down from the sky. Except for two or three people, all the others looked regretful. They obviously knew that they could not get the token due to their own strength. Only the children of the powerful family members could go up the mountain. Thinking of this, I understood why the family recalled But two boys aged seven or eight were also there, and their feelings had already been distributed, and it was just a formality.
"Our Zhuo family has three seven or eight-year-old boys. Apart from that bitch, there are only the eldest's youngest son and the third son's third son. Whoever takes the token to Huashan depends on your own ability. Come on, go to the treasure house and get the test. Jade Talisman, let’s see which of the two boys has a chance.”
He spoke calmly, as if the things in the orphan's hands had nothing to do with him and he could arrange them however he wanted.
In the feudal era, the family represented everything, and the clan elders even had the right to decide life and death. In fact, there were several seven or eight-year-old boys in the clan, but who said they were side wives and not direct descendants.
There are many test jade talismans in the world of immortality. No matter how big or small the sects are, they will keep them for use. The biggest use is to test whether a person's spiritual root is suitable for cultivation. Any family with some ability and knowledge about the world of immortality will spend a lot of money to buy one. Although it can There are very few people who practice, and you may not necessarily have one in your family, but once the next generation is able to practice, it is better to be a little prepared.
The father and grandfather of the two children were in a very uneasy mood, and no one knew what they were planning...
Soon, the jade talisman was taken and tested on the two little boys.
The result was not very satisfactory. One of the boys had no reaction, which meant that he was not a cultivator at all. The other boy did have a reaction, but his reaction was like a candle in a storm. It could not be extinguished or prospered. .
"this……"
A few old men were in trouble. They finally got the opportunity to practice but there was no good seedling. The good seedlings in the family were either too old or too young to pretend to be. For a while, they began to complain about why they had to get that bitch, why should they be given to the family? Not better.
No one thought that the token was actually given to the bitch they called, and had nothing to do with her family.
I have no choice but to give the opportunity to the child with a little bit of talent, as long as it can bring benefits to the family regardless of his level of cultivation.
The next step is the issue of interest division. For example, how much benefit should the father of the selected child get from increasing his property? The same clansmen who had not had a harmonious relationship in the past have become nodding and flattering, and they are all taking advantage of the present to increase their relationship. Of course, the father of the child must also Promising to bring various benefits to the family in the future, a group of people were harmonious in the hall and looked like the family was prosperous.
After a while, five old men led a few middle-aged men and the selected child towards the mourning hall.
It’s still that simple mourning hall.
The little boy who was kneeling and burning paper turned to look out the door. When he saw the person clearly, hatred flashed in his eyes...
Entering the house, a group of people didn't even look at the thin-skinned coffin.
"You little bastard! Didn't you see the clan elders and elders are here? Why don't you salute quickly!" a middle-aged man yelled.
The little boy continued to fill the brazier with burning paper without raising his head.
"you……"
The middle-aged man continued to scold him, and the old man holding a dragon's head raised his hand to indicate that he didn't need to say more.
After brewing for a while, the old man spoke.
"Zhuo Feng, you are a descendant of my Zhuo family and you must always remember the family. Of course, the family will also take care of the clan members. People cannot be resurrected after death. I will pay for your burial tomorrow."
The little boy named Zhuo Feng looked up.
"I want my mother and father to be buried together!"
"What qualifications does that bitch have to enter the ancestral grave of my Zhuo family? Letting her lay in the mourning hall here is enough to give her face. If it weren't for that bitch, how could your father have died so early!"
The little boy Zhuo Feng gritted his teeth and looked at the man, the ferocity in his eyes making his heart palpitate.
"My father died early, and you ganged up to bully my mother! It was you who killed my mother!"
"I'll beat you little brat..."
The old man stretched out his cane to stop the man who was about to hit him and glared at him fiercely. He had nothing to do with his business and had nothing to argue with a child. If there weren't so many people, the old man would probably hit his son's stupid head with his cane.
"Zhuo Feng, uncle can agree to let your mother enter the ancestral grave to be buried with your father, but you have to bring something out."
Zhuo Feng was stunned for a moment, then nodded excitedly.
"As long as my parents can be buried together, I'll do anything! Even if it takes my life, it doesn't matter!"
"Okay! We don't want your life. Did your mother give you something before she left? As long as you are willing to take out that thing, I can represent the family and agree to let your mother enter our Zhuo family tree. How about it?"
"I……"
Zhuo Feng was very confused. Before his mother passed away, he did give him something and said that he would keep it well in the future. However, his mother was never recognized by the clan and was so angry that he could not be buried with his father. If he could use that thing In exchange for my mother joining the family and being buried with my father, I just give it.
The filial Zhuo Feng quickly made up his mind.
"My mother only gave me this."
Zhuo Feng took out the necklace and jade pendant from his arms. The old man hurriedly stepped forward and pulled the jade pendant down and put it in his hand to look at it.
I saw a jade pendant about two inches in size, with a yin and yang fish slowly rotating in the middle.
"It's this! It must be this!"
"God bless my Zhuo family, hahaha~"
The clan elders and others left, but before leaving, the little fat man who was nominally his brother ran to Zhuo Feng and said something in Zhuo Feng's ear.
"A bitch is a bitch, just wait, tomorrow I will throw your mother into a mass grave and you have to get out of the family, and I will go to the mountain to cultivate immortality, hahaha~"
Zhuo Feng understood that he had been deceived.
"Give me my stuff back! You liars!"
The old man didn't even look back. The little fat man's father slapped him. Zhuo Feng's head was shaken and he rolled several times on the ground before he stopped. He watched helplessly as those people took away the last thoughts his mother left for him...
The seven-year-old child was severely injured by a hard slap. He was lying in front of the coffin, crying and yelling, but he couldn't stop the people from carrying the coffin away. Everything he saw was sneers and ridicules, and no one came forward to even say a greeting.
Recalling that I gave the relics my mother left to me to others but got nothing back, I felt extremely regretful.
Originally, the Zhuo family planned to simply kill Zhuo Feng and change the little fat boy's name to Zhuo Feng. Maybe the rest of the family thought that the child was too pitiful, and since he was also a child, it was not easy for the Zhuo family to kill them all, so they simply sealed off the small courtyard and went there every day. Throwing in a few steamed buns to make ends meet is much more comfortable than Zhuo Feng's miserable little fat man. He eats and drinks well every day while waiting to go to Mount Hua to enter Chunyang Palace to cultivate immortality.
In the small courtyard, Zhuo Feng tried every means but couldn't get out. No one answered him whether he smashed the door or yelled. He gradually became quiet and stared at the sky above his head, yearning for the freedom of birds to go wherever they wanted. …
Every day, someone outside throws in a few steamed buns, and sometimes they are still sour.
When there was not enough water to drink, he collected rainwater, and even dug a hole in the courtyard near the garden pool to divert water. At a young age, Zhuo Feng tried hard to follow his mother's last words and live until he grew up.
Gradually, Zhuo Feng was forgotten. Only the old servants of the Zhuo family couldn't bear to throw a few steamed buns every day and secretly say a few words.
