Cultivating a fairy deserves to go to heaven

Chapter 10 Provocative first entry into Danlu
Or say that the secular world and the world of self-cultivation are vastly different.

There are also elixirs in Tianzi City, but most of them are low-quality elixirs with too much erysipelas, so unless it is something fatal, ordinary monks will not take elixirs if they can.If it weren't for the support of the family's elixir, there might not even be a foundation-building monk in the secular world.

Now that they know the wealth and ability of our family, the children in Tianzi City don't have the desire to go back. They wish they could stay in the family and practice for the rest of their lives.

Let's say that An Qishan led a few people to the elder deacon to hand over the task.

"Are the five disciples of Tianzi City here this year?" the elder deacon asked as usual.

These disciples from the secular world are too far away and have mediocre aptitude. If it weren't for a single water spirit root that suddenly appeared this year, the family didn't plan to send someone to pick it up.But this single water spirit root is a treasure, so I asked with some joy, "Which one is the single water spirit root? Is it the baby in your arms?"

"Uh..." An Qingli was embarrassed. She was given special treatment not because of her spiritual roots, but because of her frailty.

"This girl is not." An Qishan replied on his behalf, "She is An Qingli, with dual spiritual roots of fire and wood, and extremely talented in alchemy. Patriarch Mingyuan specially confessed to accept her."

And what about Mingyuan Patriarch?An Qingli was also surprised. Thinking about it this way, the person who kidnapped An Qingmiao back then was Mingyuan Patriarch.

"Since the ancestor Mingyuan specifically explained it, I must go to Danlu to inform him." The deacon elder asked again with a smile, "Where is the single water spirit root?"

"Did the ancestor of Mingyuan bring his Hui family?" An Qishan frowned. The ancestor's footsteps were much faster than the rest of them. It stands to reason that he should have arrived earlier.

"Then I don't know." The deacon elder stroked his beard, "I'm afraid there are other arrangements in the clan, I just don't know."

"The elder is right."

An Qishan nodded, handed over the An family's children to the deacon, received the reward for this trip, and got ready to leave.

An Qingli quickly called him: "Uncle Qi, can I follow you?" The An family is too big, and she has no ability to protect herself, so it's best to make an acquaintance first.

"Are you serious, little girl?" An Qishan couldn't help laughing.Along the way, this little girl didn't cry, didn't mess around, and could bear taunting and taunting, just like a little adult, why is she still so fragile now.

"I just don't want to leave Uncle Qi."

An Qishan rubbed An Qingli's head, and said: "Seventh Uncle is a big man, it's inconvenient to take you. You go to Danlu to report. With your intelligence, there will be elders to take care of you. This is Take my Jade Slip of Communication, and if you need something, just send it to me."

An Qingli took the jade slip with both hands, and she couldn't force it anymore, so she could only respectfully say with a little disappointment: "Thank you Uncle Qi."

"Grippy!"

The second son of Chenghuan was full of contempt, this sick young man, he only knew how to pretend to be weak and good-looking along the way, to curry favor with An Qishan, even when he arrived at the clan area, he still wanted to look forward to it, and he didn't look at him now, he already didn't want to talk to you.

An Qingli held the dharma sword that An Qihu had given her in her right hand, and only kept An Qishan's communication jade slip, completely ignoring the Chenghuan second son. Anyway, they are irrelevant people in the future, so it's not worth wasting any thought.

And the evaluation of "soft bones" is probably more suitable for the two of them in the future.

When the second son of Chenghuan saw An Qingli, a sick child, he blatantly ignored them, how could this be possible!A sick child who cannot practice is no different from a mortal in the secular world!
Settling down in their secular world, those with the surname An, who cannot cultivate, cannot even enter the genealogy, are all scrambling to become servants for monks of the same clan.

In the eyes of the second son of Chenghuan, An Qingli, a waste who can't cultivate, has long been equated with the inferior people like slaves and servants.

And they were ignored by the inferior people!
snort!
After all, the second son of Chenghuan was only a child in his teens, his anger was clearly written on his face, he secretly ground his teeth, and raised his hands, wanting to teach An Qingli a lesson.

Anyway, the seventh uncle, An Qishan, had gone far away, and the sick young man had no backing, and the deacon and elder beside him were also watching the show with a smile on their faces, showing no intention of stopping it.The An family has always encouraged disciples in the clan to fight, as long as they don't kill themselves, they will succeed.

The two sons of Chenghuan looked at each other without hesitation.

"Today I will teach you, you sick bastard, the rules of our cultivation world!"

An Qinghuan raised her chin arrogantly, as if An Qingmiao had used her chin to look at her. She patted the storage bag on her waist, took out a thorn seed, urged it with the spiritual power in her body, and threw it at An Qingli's feet go.

The thorn seed took root and exploded when it fell to the ground, and a dozen spiky branches, like a dozen ferocious grass snakes, all aimed at An Qingli's delicate and pale face.

An Qinghuan's face was very ordinary, and she couldn't look down on An Qingli's pretty face.

It will be disfigured when you come up!An Qingli hated secretly, but she didn't back down. She raised her dharma sword with both hands, which was about the same height as her, and slashed at the incoming thorns and vines.

The speed of his attack was not slow, Bai Liang's sword flashed, and with the sharpness of the magic sword, he chopped off one or two thorns and vines.

The deacon elder smiled and squinted his eyes. He didn't expect that this weak girl who never left her hand with a sword had actually worked hard in sword cultivation. If she didn't hurt her foundation, she would be a good young girl in sword cultivation.

"Yo, sick young man, dare to resist."

An Qingcheng folded his arms, and took the lead in laughing. The other two pampered children stood beside An Qingcheng, laughing too.

This sick young man without spiritual power, even if he knows some secular martial arts moves, how long he can last is really beyond his control, he might as well kneel down and beg for mercy from the beginning, maybe he can suffer less physical pain.

Haha, this sick girl is really stupid, who said she was early wisdom?It's funny.

Sure enough, An Qingli, who had no spiritual power, swung several swords one after another, her face was pale, her head was covered with sweat, and she had already begun to soften her hands. This sick body really caused her to suffer a great crime.

As soon as the hand softened, the sword was delayed by half a minute, a grass vine brushed against the blade of the sword, and slapped An Qingli's left cheek.

The grass and vines were already touching her face, An Qingli shrank her eyes, and immediately avoided to the right, but there were thorns and vines on the right side waiting in ambush.

Not only on the right side, but also on the front and back, there are thorns and vines, forming an encirclement trend, and it is necessary to completely scratch An Qingli's little face.

An Qingli still didn't beg for mercy, but just held the sword tighter and swung it to chop.

"Hahaha, useless, trash."

The second son of Chenghuan laughed loudly, as if he had heard a "snap", the thorn stick was drawn on An Qingli's white and tender face, and countless gray thorns pierced in, bringing out dense blood.

"Enough."

The deacon elder still had a smile on his face, and raised a finger leisurely. The metallic aura in the air quickly condensed between his fingers, forming a thin piece of golden light. The golden light was like a guillotine. Those ferocious thorns that looked like snakes were cut into two.

Several children looked at the deacon elder in amazement. The golden light came and went so fast that no one even saw clearly what the shape of the golden light was.

What kind of cultivation is this deacon elder?I'm afraid it's more powerful than the patriarch's grandfather!
An Qingli withdrew her sword panting, the only person in my family who could achieve the position of elder was at least at the early stage of Jindan.

"Okay, I'll have to fight with you in the future, not for a while."

The elder deacon didn't say much anymore, he applied healing ointment on An Qingli's face, brought a few children from An's family who had not made a sound to the house, and gave each of them a jade slip with the family rules on it, so that they could familiarize themselves with it. Remembering to abide by it, he took An Qingli to Danlu alone.

In the An family land, there are Danhu, Qifang, and Talisman Building for disciples with corresponding talents in the clan to exchange and study. As for the monks who have established the foundation and above, there are separate rooms and courtyards for self-study.

Therefore, the An family's land is huge, and the most lively place is the place where the disciples of the Qi training period gather.

An Qingli was taken to Danlu by the deacon elders, probably because An Qingli was young, well-behaved, and frail, so she was sympathetic to the elders.Especially the deacon elder, who had seen An Qingli's little appearance of refusing to admit defeat while waving his sword, made him feel a little more loving, and the healing ointment he applied to her was also the best kind, and after a while, it made her face The wound was gone.

When passing Fulou, there was a sudden explosion, followed by several black-headed and black-faced qi training disciples with smoke above their heads.

The elder deacon was not surprised, and said with disdain for An Qingli: "These little brats have no peace all day long. The repair fee allocated to this talisman tower every year is a large amount."

An Qingli said cheerfully: "Practice makes perfect, if you keep frying, you will succeed."

"This sister is quite right!" A few disciples in the Qi training period used the dust-cleaning technique, and they gathered together in human form, and said with a smile, "This sister is unfamiliar, whose name is very strange, where is she from?" here?"

"Go, go, go." The deacon elder waved his sleeves away, "First practice the ability to make talismans, and now it's just a waste of time."

Several disciples in the qi training period were cheeky and wanted to pester them for questioning, but the elder deacon ignored them and took An Qingli straight to Danlu.

An Qingli smiled and said nothing, how could she not know the thoughts of these half-grown boys.

The An family is big, but they don't object to intermarriage within the clan. Although they all have the surname An, the blood has been diluted a lot over the generations, so there is no need to worry about giving birth to some fools after a few generations of intermarriage with the An surname, and everyone's surname is An. It can also maintain the loyalty to the family to the greatest extent.

Furthermore, there are very few girls who can enter the An family land, at least they must have the qualifications of the three spiritual roots, and there will be an assessment and selection after the age of fifteen, and there are not many girls who can continue to stay in the family land.

Scarcity is the most precious thing, so even though An Qingli is only five years old at the moment, it is inevitable that she will be missed.

The original owner, An Qingli, although she hadn't stayed in the An family's land for too long, knew the customs of the family land, especially remembering that An Qingmiao, who had only one water root, said that she suddenly wanted to eat spiritual cakes, and there were more than a dozen of them. Lengtouqing ran to Fang's, rushing to buy spirit cakes.

However, An Qingli in this world doesn't want to think about things like love and love.If there is anything in her heart, there are only longevity and the Dao.

"This little sister is really handsome." Several Fulou disciples looked happy, and there are many beautiful girls in the clan, which is always a seductive thing.It seems that there is more fresh blood in the clan, so I have to hurry up and find out if there is such a beautiful and well-behaved Ruannuo girl.

The elder deacon carried An Qingli into Danhu.

Anjia Danlu, it looks like a small thatched hut, but it is actually a low-grade spirit treasure. After pushing the door and entering, I found that there is a universe inside.

The space is huge, covering an area of ​​tens of miles, and in the center is a huge circular open space, which is divided into two parts, one black and one white, Yin and Yang.Around the open space, there are densely packed rooms, some rooms are used to store herbs, some rooms are used for disciples to make alchemy, and some rooms are specially used for rest and living.

The original owner, An Qingli, had never stepped into Danhu, and suddenly saw the open scene in front of him, and couldn't help admiring the foundation of the second-rate family of the An family.

"Do you like Danlu?" The elder deacon asked with a smile.This alchemy was personally forged by the last ascendant of the An family's ancestors, and it is also the only spiritual treasure left by the An family.

"I like it!" An Qingli nodded her head like a pounding garlic, her expression hard to hide her excitement.

"Then I will take you to find Elder Baiyao. She is the only fifth-grade alchemist in our An family. She is the pillar of our An family's alchemy, but she is quite strict with the disciples in the family. If you can catch her eyes, girl, The future is boundless."

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