Mutated spiritual roots can be better than single spiritual root cultivation talents.
As long as you have strong magic power, you can directly advance to the foundation building stage without any need for foundation building pills. In this way, the Fu clan is equivalent to having one more main force!
As the leader of the clan, Fu Zhihong is naturally happy to see such a thing happen.
He thought for a while and said: "Ma Gu, you have suddenly broken through to the fifth level of qi training, and your foundation is probably a bit unstable. If you want to go further in the future, during this period, don't be busy advancing, first Let’s refine the mana in the body and make it more pure.”
Magu saw that Fu Shiyi and his son never mentioned the treasure from beginning to end.
The big stone hanging in my heart finally fell to the ground.
She glanced at Fu Shiyi with both gratitude and guilt in her heart, and at the same time she secretly decided in her heart: "Since she took away the opportunity of Shiyi, she can just make more compensation in the future. If she can't compensate, there will be no compensation for her descendants." , I can finally figure out the cause and effect!"
Magu's complicated eyes flashed away.
But Fu Shiyi still noticed it. She knew that Magu had something to hide from her, but if the other party didn't tell her, it would be hard for her to ask. Magu was a rare mutant ice spirit root that could not be seen in thousands of years. Fu Zhihong valued it particularly and kept Magu. After sitting down, he patiently taught her the cultivation issues of the exercises.
.........
At this time, Yanyang Mulin.
East City and West City are very lively.
The tribesmen did not go out to work on this day. They all put on new clothes for the New Year. Some naughty melons were caught and put into the boiling water and took a hot bath. A ghost crying like a wolf howling:
"What are you yelling about, what are you yelling about? Look, the bucket of water you washed out and poured into the pond can kill all the fish in the pond. If you don't take a good bath on weekdays, you are asking for this. !”
The melons were all flushed one by one, like cooked lobsters, but even though they were shouting, their eyes were shining with excitement:
"Mom, the people in the clan said that Grandpa Eight will give us a qualification test soon. Didn't we take the test once before? Why do we have to do it again? Could it be that the previous test was inaccurate?"
After the children of the Fu family turn one year old, they will undergo a spiritual root test.
To prevent leakage.
After he turned six years old, he was tested again, but this time the third uncle asked everyone who was not over seventy years old to gather at the altar in the city. There was a rumor that they were going to test their qualifications.
But what exactly it is is unknown.
"Take your bath, where did all this nonsense come from!"
...........
Every household in Dongcheng is very lively.
But the deepest family in the city was very quiet. This was Fu Da's family.
Fu Da is still making noise in the square above the altar as a human pig. Fu Da's wife has almost never left home in the past few years. She directly grows several kinds of seasonal vegetables in her backyard. Fruit, pulp, rice and grains are all Fu Da's. Someone will send it over from Guyaju at some point.
In the backyard.
Fu Da's wife was watering the tomatoes with fertilizer. From behind her, she stretched out a small hand and picked two tomatoes that were just right red. Yang turned around and looked at the tomatoes that were already at the height of her ears. Grandson said dotingly:
"Oh, my little ancestor, these tomatoes haven't been washed yet, how can you just eat them like this!"
Huzi grinned.
I didn't even bite a single tomato, I just swallowed it.
Even after watching Yang for several years, I still couldn’t help but feel frightened:
"You kid, I've told you so many times that you have to chew your food carefully, you won't be able to swallow it in one bite."
Huzi chuckled.
He reached out and picked the tomato next to him.
When Yang saw this, she sighed helplessly and sadly. In the past few years, the reason why she didn't dare to go out was because she was afraid that people would see Huzi's abnormality. If counted as age, Huzi was not yet six years old this year, but he was tall. Already over six feet tall, he eats an astonishing amount of food on weekdays.
If Fu Shiyi hadn't shipped them a large amount of rice every year.
Their family had long been destitute.
Huzi smashed all the edible fruits in the backyard, then patted his belly and said unsatisfied: "Grandma, when I sneaked to Erhu's house next door just now, I heard his mother say that the clan is going to summon all the clan members. People are going to test their qualifications, grandma, I want to go too!"
"no!"
Yang refused without thinking.
Huzi's growth is obviously different from ordinary people. If the people in the clan treat him as a monster, what will happen? She has been counting on such a grandson for her whole life.
"Huzi can go, Huzi's father can go, and so can his mother, why can't Huzi go? Grandma, I want to go, I want to go!!"
Huzi is just a child.
I am already very dissatisfied just being dragged around in the yard.
Now that he couldn't go to the conference that everyone could go to, how could he understand that he was lying on the ground and rolling around in an instant. Young Master Yang had to start admonishing her, and their voices reached the front yard.
Fu Shengyi, who was locked in his room and drinking, kicked open the door with a bang, turned around and entered the kitchen. He grabbed a kitchen knife and ran directly to the backyard. Without saying a word, he raised it and slashed at the tiger on the ground!
Since Yang's back was to Fu Shenyi, when she felt a gust of wind coming from behind her, a kitchen knife shining with white light appeared in front of her eyes, aiming to chop off Huzi's head.
Yang was instantly frightened out of his wits!
“However, the imagined scene of his brain being broken did not happen.
There was only a "clang!" sound. Huzi raised his right hand high, and his five fingers firmly grasped the kitchen knife that was about to fall. Huzi's eyes had turned black at this time, and he was staring at Fu Shenyi.
"Tick-tick-tick-tock!"
Drops of blood like ink fell to the ground.
Fu Shengyi, who was very drunk, saw this scene and woke up instantly. He was so frightened that he shouted "Monster" and turned around and walked out.
Yang came to his senses.
She quickly climbed on her hands and knees to catch up. She didn't know where Yang got the strength, but she arrived at the front door before Fu Shenyi. She pressed her body against the door and stared at Fu Shenyi intently:
"Huzi is your son, and he bleeds the blood of your Fu family. If he is a monster, then you are the monster's father. Do you also want to be like your father and be turned into a pigeon?!"
Yang's voice was not loud, almost speaking under his breath.
In the past few years, Fu Shenyi's brain has been impaired by drinking. When he heard that he was going to be cut into a pig, he trembled and ran away from his house again in fright. He locked the door tightly and picked up the He drank another jar of strong wine, obviously trying to forget what happened just now.
Yang, who was leaning against the gate in the front yard, fell softly.
Then he saw Huzi, who had returned to his normal appearance, walking over twitchingly, hugging her, rubbing her back, and crying:
"Grandma, does father no longer want Hu Zi?!"
