The three of them stood in front of a small courtyard.
The yard is kept very clean, with melons and vegetables planted there.
Could it be a monk?
The formation outside the village is still good, so how did this person get in?
"Cough cough~ cough cough~" The old man's cough came from the room.
Several people took back their spiritual consciousness, and he was indeed an old mortal!
Ji Qingyuan shouted loudly, "Is there anyone there?"
The coughing in the room suddenly stopped.
Then the three of them saw an old man on crutches opening the door and walking out. He was thin and walked a little unsteadily.
The old man looked at them for a while and then asked in a low voice, "Are you from the Ji family?"
The three of them looked at each other. The magic formation at the entrance of the village was intact, and there could only be two types of people coming in. One was the formation master, and the other was the Ji family monk who knew how to enter the formation.
But this man looked like he was neither! Could it be that the big boss who has hidden his cultivation is out to experience life?
Ji Qingyuan asked him, "Old man, why are you here?"
The old man seemed to know what they meant, "My father is a monk of the Ji family. I followed my father back here many years ago and have lived here for a long time."
"Ji family?"
Seeing their disbelief, the old man became a little excited and said, "I am really from the Ji family."
He seemed to have thought of something and then said, "I still remember the ancestral teachings of my family, which the village chief taught us when we were young."
Probably a little tired, he tightened the crutch in his hand and said: "Thousands of members of our tribe have the same origin, and all the veins have the same origin. They have the same ancestor. Disharmony with the clan means disrespecting the ancestors. People of our tribe must not talk to each other." Bullying each other hurts the vitality of others. All members of our clan must treat each other with sincerity, help those who are in trouble, take pity on those who are in trouble, and never rely on force to bully others."
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The three of them looked at each other, it was indeed the ancestral motto of the Ji family!
In the yard, Ji Ming was holding a cane to get a stool for Ji Qingling. He was a little excited and his hand holding the stool was trembling.
It should have started when he knew that there were three people standing opposite him, one of whom was Ji Qingling and the other was Ji Qingyuan.
There were tears in his eyes at this time.
"Ji Ming, what's wrong with your legs?"
Putting down the stool in his hand, Ji Ming stood upright on crutches and replied with a smile, "I fell down a few days ago, it doesn't matter."
Ji Qingling walked over and asked him to sit down, a green light flashed in his hand, "How about you give it a try?"
After twisting his ankle, he stood up again, dropped the crutch and walked a few steps, "Okay. Hey, it's better to cultivate as an immortal!"
Ji Qingling's honest laughter suddenly reminded him of when he was a child. He was also a bit dull and dull, and he never argued with others.
Soon Ji Ming told them everything he had done over the years.
Back then, he, Ji Qingling and Su Su were testing spiritual roots. He was the only mortal without spiritual roots, so his father Ji Songlin took him to the secular world.
Because his father was a monk, although their life in the secular world was not very rich, it was still relatively stable. And he himself married a wife and had children when he became an adult, and lived a happy life.
After he got married, his father went to a small market in the world of immortality. It shouldn't be too far away, and he could come back to see him from time to time.
Who knew that the good times would not last long, and he lost his wife and child to two serious illnesses in a row. He was so desperate that he just wanted to die.
Gu's father couldn't bear to ignore it, so he took his son away from the sad place. But in the world of immortality, he was just a casual cultivator, and it was really not easy to take a mortal with him.
Finally, the father and son returned to Xiaowang Mountain together, but what they saw was desolation.
The spiritual tree was destroyed and all the clan members were missing. His father had been living in Xiaowang Mountain since he was born. Although he knew that his master’s family was in Tongcheng, the journey was far away and he had to cross many mountains. Because of this, Ji Ming was probably eaten by the monster before he even stepped out.
In this way, the father and son have been living in the village. The village entrance is protected by a magic circle, which is safer than other places.
Later, his father died, and Ji Ming stayed here because he didn't want to leave. There were magic circles outside the village, and he couldn't get in after he couldn't use his spiritual energy to get out. Since then, Ji Ming has never left again. Half a step from the village.
Fortunately, monsters can't get in either. He planted some food and came here like this. Everything was fine originally, but he broke his leg a few days ago, so it was a little inconvenient to have to use a cane all the time.
Unexpectedly, Ji Ming would have so many twists and turns after he passed away to the mortal world. Ji Qingling took out a pill and asked him to take it, "Take it, it will strengthen your body."
Ji Ming took it and ate it, "Thank you Qingling, you are still the same as when you were a child."
Ji Zuo was curious about what Ji Qingling was like as a child, "What was it like as a child?"
Ji Ming smiled and said, "She is soft-hearted. She didn't talk much when she was a child. We all played together and she just stayed and watched. But whenever someone bullies other children, she will definitely stand up."
Ji Qingyuan also remembered, "Speaking of which, Ji Xiaomei has really had a chivalrous heart since she was a child. She doesn't want to see others being bullied, but she doesn't like to talk or cry like a little adult."
Ji Qingling was helpless. What kind of luck had she had recently? Everyone just praised her so much. Why doesn't she remember doing this when she was a child?
Ji Ming smiled and couldn't help but sigh, "I haven't talked to anyone since my father died!"
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"Will you come back to Tongcheng with us?"
Ji Ming shook his head, "No, I won't be used to it as a mortal, so why not just stay at Xiaowang Mountain and watch over my father."
Ji Qingling took out some things he could use from the storage bag, especially food and the like.
"It's okay if you don't go. Maybe we will come back in a few days."
Ji Ming was excited, "You want to come back?"
Ji Qingling smiled brightly, "It's very possible!"
Ji Zuo secretly smiled, "His junior sister is indeed a soft-hearted person. Even though she knows that the person opposite is as old as them, she still feels that she is an old man and pities others."
Ji family in Tongcheng.
The great elder looked at the sapling on the table, "You said this is the sapling of the Red Pearl Spirit Tree?"
"Great Elder, the origin of this sapling is a bit complicated and I won't be able to explain it for a while, but it is indeed the Red Pearl Spirit Tree."
"Do we have to go back to Xiaowang Mountain? Is it too far?"
Ji Qingling insisted, "The senior who gave me the sapling said that it is extremely difficult for this red pearl spirit tree to survive in this world. He has tried many places but failed. He heard that our Ji family planted one in Xiaowang Mountain and it survived. Only then can you safely give it to me."
The elder was stunned for a moment after hearing these words, thinking that this Qingling girl had really had too many adventures.
Of course, everyone in the world of immortality has secrets, so naturally he won't ask.
Although it takes a thousand years for a spiritual tree to grow, a thousand years is nothing to Nascent Souls like them.
And this was something that would benefit the Ji family for generations to come, so he had no reason to refuse.
"You said that the three of you went back and looked at it. I think you have your own plans. Why don't you speak out and listen."
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