What! Song Caihua's whole body trembled, as if she was struck by lightning. She opened her eyes wide, full of disbelief, and her whole body felt cold from head to toe, and from inside to outside. Yes, the dream of more than ten years was shattered the moment I heard the six words from the immortal! This almost made her eyes go dark and she passed out. Jiang Youfu also fell to the bottom of the valley. He could not accept the fact that he had no spiritual roots. No, this is impossible, how could I not have spiritual roots! I eat and drink well every day, even the delicious food that belongs to that skinny guy Jiang Zheng is eaten by me. Why does my grandfather say that he has spiritual roots, but I don’t? "Next, are you deaf? Can't you hear me?" When Zhu Shengwu saw that Jiang Youfu refused to leave, his face suddenly darkened and he felt a little annoyed. "No, Immortal, I beg you, please let me go to the Immortal Mountain, I will definitely be able to learn some skills!"
The next moment, Jiang Youfu knelt on the ground with a plop. Suddenly he thought of something and took out something wrapped in brocade from his arms. Hope reappeared in his eyes, and he smiled ingratiatingly, his face full of fat, and said: "My god, look, this is what my mother asked me to do to show my filial piety to you!" As he said this, he handed over the thing in his hand. Although Zhu Shengwu was very annoyed, he still took the brocade out of curiosity. Then he said casually: "If it's really a good thing, I can take you in as a servant by my side." Hearing this, the villagers and the men and women behind him all cast curious glances. What on earth could this thing be used to honor an immortal? Could this be enough to make him a member of the immortal sect? Even Jiang Zheng was very curious and began to wonder in his heart, "For so many years, the aunt's family has only been eating and doing nothing. The family has long been destitute. What good things can they have to offer to the immortal?" Seeing this scene, Song Caihua's eyes lit up and she stared at the immortal's face, as if placing all her last hope on this package. Under the curious gazes of the crowd, Zhu Shengwu slowly opened the package, a flash of silver light passed by, revealing a few taels of silver. "Silver? So much silver? Is Song Caihua's family so rich?" "This... Alas, it's a pity that my family is poor, otherwise I would sell everything I have and give silver to the immortal." "Who says it's not?" When the villagers saw what was in the package, they were shocked and beat their chests and stamped their feet, hating their own poverty. You know, one tael of silver can be exchanged for one thousand copper coins. An ordinary family can't even save 500 copper coins in a year, which makes them have to sigh at the generosity of Song Caihua's family. The moment he saw the silver, Jiang Zheng's pupils shrank. How could he not know where the silver in his brother's hand came from? They must have borrowed from their family again, but over the years, have they ever returned the things they borrowed? Thinking of this, Jiang Zheng couldn't help but feel blocked in his heart. He knew without thinking that Song Caihuahua must have made things difficult for his mother for this money. But the money that Grandpa gave to the two families was the same, and they squandered it without restraint, and now they have to spend their own share? How can this not make people angry? "My lord, as long as you are willing to accept me as yours, these things are a gift to you!"
Jiang Youfu's eyes lit up. He didn't expect that Song Caihua had prepared so much silver for him. This is guaranteed to be no problem. Who can come up with so much money? He couldn't help but secretly admire Song Caihua's cleverness. "Silver?" Hu Liang looked at what Zhu Shengwu was holding in his hand and uttered a disdainful sound with a playful look on his face. This disdainful sound clearly fell into Zhu Shengwu's ears, and he immediately felt that he was being fooled, and his inner anger was ignited. "Respect me? That's it?" Zhu Shengwu raised his head and said coldly. "Yes, it's all to honor you, as long as..." "Take it to honor your mother!" Before he finished speaking, Zhu Shengwu could no longer bear it. He shouted angrily and smashed the silver in his hand hard on Jiang Youfu's face. He yelled, "Get lost! You are trying to trick me with some scrap metal! If you don't get lost now, you will never get lost again!" The power of the monk was so terrifying that in his rage, he smashed Jiang Youfu's face with a few small pieces of silver, leaving it covered in blood. The silver was deeply embedded in the fat on his face, which was a horrible sight. "Ahhh...ah! My face!" Jiang Youfu didn't dare to delay any longer. He rolled and crawled away, letting out a terrifying scream. Jiang Youcai stood in the distance, looking at this scene, and couldn't help but shake his head and sigh. Although he knew in his heart that Song Caihua's family was really hateful, he was still very heartbroken to see his grandson beaten like this. But he was helpless. After all, the gap between his cultivation and the other party was too big. It was impossible for him to fight back. He could only hold back his inner anger. After all, he still had another grandson waiting to have his spiritual roots tested. And if nothing unexpected happens, he will join the Lingxi Sect. He must not be offended at this time, otherwise Jiang Zheng's chance of becoming an immortal will be cut off in vain. Jiang Zheng watched this scene silently and felt uncomfortable as well. After all, he was still his younger brother. Thinking of this, he shook his head and sighed. "What? You feel sympathy now, but don't forget how they treated you. You can't become an immortal with this kind of mentality." At this moment, Kong Qingxian's voice sounded from Jiang Zheng's mind. "I... I don't know. The book says that one should be generous and not calculative. We are all from the same roots, so why should we be so anxious to hurt each other?" Jiang Zheng answered in a low voice. No matter what, in his eyes, what was said in the book was always right. Those were the words of famous masters and saints. But in fact, when he saw his brother being beaten, he felt a little happy in his heart, but he didn't say it out loud and subconsciously avoided such thoughts. “Hehehe…” Kong Qingxian just smiled and said nothing more, but he was thinking in his heart. This kid is still too stupid. He was fooled by the words written in those unknown books. I will have to teach him more in the future. Killing people means setting fires, and stepping on the blood of saints. This... is the right way. Jiang Zheng didn't want to argue with him anymore, because it would soon be his turn. Before him, except for Lin Muxi, no one else had been born with spiritual roots. "No spiritual roots, next one" As Zhu Shengwu finished speaking, a young man lowered his head and left. Jiang Zheng walked up to the immortal with trepidation in his heart.
"Hmm?" Zhu Shengwu looked at him briefly, just because Jiang Zheng was dressed like a scholar, which was considered decent compared to other people. Afterwards, he skillfully made some hand gestures and pointed a finger at Jiang Zheng's forehead. Jiang Zheng suddenly closed his eyes, and felt a strange force moving through his body, as if looking for something, and soon it was hovering in his abdomen. Jiang Youcai stared with his eyes wide open, the wrinkles on his old face squeezed together, staring at his grandson. It took him a lot of effort to find out that Jiang Zhengsheng had spiritual roots, but he had no idea of their quality. I saw a white light emerging from Jiang Zheng's lower abdomen. Jiang Youcai's face lit up with joy. It was human light! Could it be a low-grade spiritual root? Lower-grade spiritual roots are good, they are much stronger than mine. As long as I practice hard, I may be able to reach the threshold of foundation building that others talk about. But the next moment, the white light in Jiang Zheng's abdomen dimmed rapidly, and soon only a few wisps were left, like a candle in the breeze that could go out at any time. "Inferior spiritual roots... not up to standard" Zhu Shengwu's indifferent voice rang in Jiang Zheng's ears. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at his lower abdomen.