"How old were you when your father passed away?" An Qingli started talking while flipping through the thick book.
The little boy said embarrassedly: "My father died just after I was born."
An Qingli raised his eyes and said: "You were young at that time, so you were really not suitable for that job."
Even now, this little man is only eight or nine years old. Although he is smart, he is not suitable for guarding the well.
The little boy muttered: "That's what I say, but without that errand, I wouldn't even be able to save enough fairy crystals to marry my wife."
"There will always be wives. As a young man, you must first be capable, and then you can start a family."
An Qingli said casually, continued to look through the book in his hand, and wrote down the names of several small worlds, especially the small world where the Chen family was located. Over the past ten thousand years, 80% of the ascended monks came from that small world.
In the small world where the Chen family lives, half of the ascended monks have the surname Chen, also known as Chenjiajie.
The room fell into silence for a while, except for the sound of An Qingli turning the pages of a book.
But the little boy stood aside blankly, his heart suddenly startled.
Develop skills first, then start a family?
No one ever mentioned this to him.
Ever since I can remember, everyone seems to be saying that I should save fairy crystals as soon as possible and get a wife as soon as possible.
Even the message my mother left before she left home was that she went out to earn fairy crystals, so that she could pay off her debts, and when she had enough fairy crystals, she would get a beautiful wife for you.
It seems that his important mission in life is to accumulate immortal crystals and marry a wife.
If you can't get a wife, you will be laughed at and treated as inferior to others.
But ability?
What counts as ability?
In this Hongjia Village, being a well guard is your greatest skill.
His eyes flickered, and the little boy asked seriously: "Little lady, what is your name?"
An Qingli said: "Since you and I are relatively familiar, don't call me little lady. My surname is An and my first name is Qingli. You can call me Qingli, or sister."
The little boy grinned and called, "Sister An."
"Well, not bad." An Qingli touched his head and said, "By the way, what's your name?"
The little boy blushed and muttered: "Hong...Hong Sandan."
Three eggs?
The corner of An Qingli's mouth twitched slightly, and she suddenly remembered that she had asked Shangshan if he had ever called Li Sandan.
But the Greater Good said no.
An Qingli put away his memories, looked at the embarrassed Hong Sandan and said, "In addition to this easy-to-make name, are there any other famous names?"
Hong Sandan shook his head and said with a sad face: "No. The village has been having a hard time for thousands of years. In the past thousand years, all the children born have been called Dan, Dog, Hua, and so on. The cheaper the name, the better they can make a living.
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"This...that makes sense. It's not too late to take a nickname after you reach adulthood." An Qingli smiled awkwardly. This was an injustice caused by his master Mu Sheng.
It's not entirely the master's fault. He was greedy and met with capable people. After a short period of getting rich, he didn't get any good results in the end.
Master's gray luck is really unpredictable.
For example, the princess of Wancheng Kingdom who took the Resurrection Pill died again not long after she was resurrected.
However, after taking the Resurrection Pill, Master was able to persist for hundreds of years and was still "powerful" in the upper world. This is indeed a legend.
Even the little Pegasus has gained insight. It turns out that it can still live such a prosperous life despite the gray fate that it doesn't understand and doesn't value.
If such hard-working people are sent into the enemy's camp, wouldn't it be possible to disintegrate the enemy without spending a single soldier?
If used properly, Mu Sheng, a scumbag in terms of combat prowess, can defeat thousands of troops by one person without exposing his disaster star physique, and become invincible.
Although there has been no news about Mu Sheng in Kaiyang Mansion for a long time, the legend of Mu Sheng has long been spread.
An Qingli looked at Hong Sandan in front of him, and then at the dilapidated house, and decided to stay and practice, at least to completely transform the spiritual roots in his body into immortal roots, and officially enter the realm of immortals before leaving here.
Since Hong Sandan was given advice by An Qingli, he has made up his mind to practice his skills first and then start a family.
So the older one and the younger one began to practice together in this dilapidated house.
Immortals are people in the upper realm, the lowest level of cultivation.
Because there is very little immortal energy that can be absorbed, immortals in the human-immortal realm also need to eat food every day.
My family was poor, and there was basically no meat or fishy food. Every day we had all kinds of wild grass and vegetables.
Although there are many spiritual plants and spiritual fruits in An Qingli's Mustard Seed Space, when I taste them now, they feel like nothing.
The stomach is full, but the body craves a lot of immortal energy, so the once valuable high-level spiritual plants in the Mustard Seed space are no longer different from grass.
At the end of this day's practice, 70% of the spiritual roots in An Qingli's body had been transformed into immortal roots, and they were still two extremely strong fire and wood immortal roots.
Especially the wood attribute fairy roots are a bit stronger than the fire attribute fairy roots, thanks to the help of Xiao Jintan and the Rejuvenation Art.
After practicing every day, his stomach was empty, so An Qingli took Hong Sandan, who was also hungry, out to dig vegetables and hunt.
I also dig vegetables and collect seeds. Sometimes I pick up a few bird eggs and shrimps and throw them into the mustard seed space.
The mustard seed space has gradually absorbed the power of immortality, and it is in great need to fill in these new things from the upper realm.
The little Lingxi was greedy and even asked An Qingli to dig up more poisonous weeds.
When An Qingli went out alone, he dug up some poisonous and non-poisonous grass and handed it over to Xiao Lingxi for disposal.
Little Lingxi was eating poisonous fairy grass and taking care of the fairy grass garden. Her cultivation level improved by leaps and bounds, surpassing even the little tigers.
The immortal power of the upper realm is indeed a good thing, and only when one reaches the realm of Daluo Golden Immortal, one will usher in the first thunder tribulation.
In the evening, An Qingli and Hong Sandan went out.
This place is sparsely populated and has an abundance of wild vegetables, so almost no one in Hongjia Village cultivates land.
But there are many wild vegetables, but there is a shortage of hares and pheasants, because once they are discovered, people here will rush to catch them and eat them.
This time An Qingli and Hong Sandan met a colorful pheasant not long after they went out.
Pheasants are pecking in the ground.
Hong Sandan was so greedy that he swallowed his saliva.
Little Huzi was also in the Mustard Seed Space, whining with greed. He was so hungry that he became thinner. He was more envious of the pheasant than Hong Sandan.
An Qingli held a spear in his hand, leaned forward quietly, and leaned over.
It is indeed a bit unbelievable to have such a beautiful face without makeup, but to hunt a pheasant with a spear.
Everyone who was observing in the dark laughed. She was a tough woman who was constantly striving for self-improvement.
Hong Sandan also held up a stone and followed An Qingli, holding his breath and leaning closer.
One big and one small are quiet, similar to being a thief.