"What about the end? Was the little beggar accepted? What did his spiritual roots detect?" Lang Yan asked hurriedly.
Feng Xi twirled the wine glass between her fingers, smiled bitterly and shook her head: "Everything in the world is bitter..."
Shi Ming's hand on his lap became tighter and tighter, his expression unclear.
No one else knew it, but he knew it! She said at the beginning that it was hard at first, but then she no longer felt the pain. No matter how hard it was, she still had to cultivate and survive...
They all only regarded the little beggar as a character in the story, but he had a strong feeling in his heart that this was not a story, but Feng Xi's life!
When he was a child, no matter how difficult it was, he was always accompanied by Granny Mai Ya and Lang Yan. He never fought alone, but he never thought that a child would be bullied alone in the world and suffer all kinds of hardships.
What is it like to struggle just for a bite of food...
Feng Xi's expression didn't show any sadness, and Shi Ming didn't know what kind of mentality she had in telling these things in an understatement.
"The little beggar climbed up the thousand steps, but things did not go as smoothly as he imagined."
The people present included children from aristocratic families, ordinary people, businessmen, and farmers. Each of these people stepped forward to have their spiritual roots tested.
Some of them were ordinary, and they detected mixed spiritual roots of two systems, and reluctantly stayed as outer disciples; some had good talents, and detected pure spiritual roots of higher grades such as fire or earth, and were rejected by the elders.
The immortals gained disciples; some had an amazing talent, and they had already started practicing before, and even more so, they showed amazing talents and became the master's disciples in one fell swoop!
But none of these people are little beggars.
After finally climbing up the Immortal Mountain, he detected an eight-system miscellaneous spirit root. Everyone was amazed by it, not because of how talented he was, but because it was strange that there were eight-system miscellaneous spirit roots in the world that were only rumored.
Waste spiritual roots! Even if this kind of spiritual root is kept in the sect and used as a chopping and burning firewood, it will lose the face of the sect!
How could the majestic Immortal Sect allow such waste as eight-line miscellaneous spiritual roots to remain? If word spread in the future, wouldn’t they be laughed at? There was no waste spiritual root that had ever appeared in eighteen hundred years, but it was actually used by them
Has the sect detected it? Do you really think anyone can infiltrate their sect?
If he is rich and powerful, that's fine. It's okay to hide the news and let him be a page boy, but who wants him to be a beggar?
You can tell just by his clothes that he is a powerless, dirty, and despicable beggar! You still want to eat swan meat with a toad? Don’t even look at his shabby and despicable appearance!
The disciples of the sect who drove him down the mountain at the beginning said this...
The little beggar begged the sect to let him stay, even as a servant, as long as he could have enough to eat and no longer live in panic all day long!
The sect was worried that the people who came to participate in the grand examination would come from all over the world, so they ostensibly agreed to the little beggar's request and pretended to be kind. This might give the sect a reputation for righteousness.
The little beggar took it seriously and thought that he could really stay! He was very happy. He was very happy and satisfied when he thought that he would no longer have to walk on a sharp knife every day!
But who would have expected that after being taken away, he would go not to the sect, but to the long stairs that he climbed up with so much hard work and scars...
He didn't understand and asked the disciple who was leading the way if he had gone to the wrong place.
The disciples of the sect laughed at him mockingly. How could a beggar want to enter the Immortal Sect? What’s more, he was a waste like the Eight Elements Miscellaneous Spiritual Roots! It’s better to go down the mountain as soon as no one can see him!
The little beggar argued with him, why did he go back on his word after clearly agreeing? Didn’t he agree to it?...
He has no delusions about practicing immortality, but can't he just be a servant?
The disciples of the sect did not want to say anything and told him to go down the mountain with a cold face. Don't let others see him and lose the face of their sect. They also said that he should never appear in the sect in the future, let alone let others know that he was going down the mountain.
Something! Otherwise, someone will be found to teach him a lesson!
The little beggar begged him that in order to come to the fairy mountain, he had suffered a lot, had nothing on him, and was seriously injured climbing the long steps. What is the difference between letting him go down the mountain now and letting him die? He wanted to live, he
I don’t want to die…
When the disciple saw that he was disobedient, he used violence to drive him down the mountain. How could an ordinary beggar compare with a cultivator?
During the struggle, the disciple had evil intentions. He was not jealous of men and women, but he suddenly discovered that the little beggar had a good appearance, so he thought of hiding the little beggar secretly and making him a forbidden concubine. He was just a beggar anyway and no one knew about it.
!
But the little beggar had been living in the village for many years. How could he not see what he was planning, so he struggled desperately to call someone.
As a result, the disciple saw his intention and was afraid that he would call someone over, so he simply kicked him down the long steps!
One thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine steps, he remembered them clearly!
It's so steep and steep that if you're not careful, you'll fall off the cliff and leave no trace of your body!
The little beggar clearly remembered how he rolled down the long steps step by step, how he fell so hard that his head was bleeding and his muscles and bones were broken!
He was lying on the ground, his mouth full of blood, his body covered with wounds, and his bones broken.
Staring at the horizon in confusion, he was thinking in his mind that the street storyteller once said, "Heaven and earth are unkind and treat all things as stupid dogs." But why is the world so unfair? He is a little beggar, and this is all he wants to survive.
Is it difficult? God is not unkind, it’s just that He doesn’t prefer people like him...
He knew that if he was going to die, the people on the mountain would definitely come down to dispose of his body. A beggar would die silently like this. No one would find out, and no one would care...
"Woooooooo..."
Feng Xi heard the sound of crying and looked subconsciously, only to see Beishang wiping her tears and crying loudly. The females and children around her also cried loudly, and some just wiped their tears silently.
Even Beichen, Langyan and others fell silent unexpectedly.
"Those people are so bad! Why do they bully the little beggar? The little beggar just wants to live..." Beishang wiped his tears with the back of his hand.
"I'm really pissed off. If I were here, I would beat those hypocritical people hard! Especially that disciple of the sect, I have to kill him to be able to vent my anger!" Lang Yan slapped his thigh and gritted his teeth angrily.
said.
"Just kill! If it were me, I would kill too! But can you pat your own thigh, huh?" Beichen's lips twitched.
Langyan glared at him: "Didn't I just pat your thigh? Does it hurt like the little beggar did?"
Feng Xi smiled helplessly when she saw them like this: "It doesn't have to be like this. I told you, it's just a story..."
Shi Ming's hands were clenched so tightly that his joints were almost white.
Story? How could he believe it was just a story...
When he thought of what she said, he wanted to kill all the people who had bullied her! Skin them, cramp them, and cut them into pieces, leaving no one alive!
Although some people in the empire didn't quite understand what sects and cultivators Feng Xi was talking about, this didn't stop them from understanding the stories Feng Xi told. Everyone looked filled with righteous indignation.
Yin Chen and his group, who were sitting not far away, looked silently at the person in red clothes sitting in the middle, listening to her talk and tell so-called stories.
"Young Patriarch, to be honest, I think this little beggar is much worse off than you..." Wei Meng whispered.
Yin Chen's dark brown eyes trembled.
The content of this story was strange and novel, and many of them were words they had never heard before, but he could feel that every word spoken by the person sitting in the middle of the story was as if he had experienced it himself...
I have known for a long time that a person who can control a phoenix and has many tricks and wisdom is definitely not an ordinary person. But I wonder, it turns out that he is not born with such dazzling brilliance, but has he also experienced such a blood-sucking experience?
However, the sects and immortal sects and testing spiritual roots he mentioned have never appeared on this continent. Is it really a story? No, if there is no foundation at all, how can you imagine those systems out of thin air? Then he
, where does it come from?
He became more and more interested in this person...
"Did the little beggar really die like this?" Jinyu asked with tears in her eyes.
Children are the most innocent. When I heard that a child about his own age was bullied like this, I couldn't help but feel sad. I compared my own experiences in various ways and found that I rarely suffered, and even scratched some skin.
The pain was excruciating, and I thought about how painful it must have been for the little beggar to roll down the long steps and break all the bones in his body!
"That's not true..." Feng Xi smiled, "The little beggar is very lucky. God still favored him and allowed him to meet an immortal. The immortal picked up the little beggar and cured his injuries.
He also told him that the Eight Elements of Miscellaneous Spiritual Roots were not waste, but rare geniuses. It was those people who mistook pearls for fish eyes! He gave the little beggar a fairy book, taught him how to practice, and then left.
. Later, the little beggar went through many hardships and finally made a name for himself. He became a rare young talent. He joined another sect and was accepted as a disciple by the leader. He also met a very good person.
Senior brother."
The little beggar was very talented and practiced very quickly, and soon he was almost surpassing his master. But he didn't expect that the people in the sect who were not familiar with people actually framed him for colluding with evil demons and heretics and wanted to kill him.
After taking away his cultivation, the senior brother defended her and begged for mercy, but was injured and imprisoned instead. So the little beggar destroyed most of the sect in a rage, betrayed the sect and became a sect on his own.
Gone for casual cultivation.
"Then what? Is it gone? Then who is the person who looks like the high priest?" Beishang asked.
"Why is the little beggar so unlucky..."
Feng Xi pondered for a long time, took a sip of wine, and said: "At the end of the story, the little beggar reached a certain level of cultivation, and he overcame the tribulation and ascended to the sky, becoming a god in the sky, free and easy!"
She laughed heartily a few times and pointed to the sky above, her expression seemed to be full of contentment.
"As for the person who looks like the high priest, he was the little beggar's senior brother. He was later killed by the people of the sect. When I first read this story, I remembered this man who was very good to the little beggar.
, so when I saw the high priest, I remembered the description of that senior brother in that book. There is a gangster gentleman, who is like quarreling, learning, polishing..."
She thought about the man who was as bright as the bright moon in her memory. He was a senior brother who treated her like a sister...