New White Snake Asking Immortals

In the hall, young and old were filled with righteous indignation for the sake of profit.

"Then...there is only one token, who is it for?"

One sentence was like pouring a basin of cold water in the air. Except for two or three people, all of them showed regretful expressions. They obviously knew that they could not obtain the token with their own strength. But two seven or eight-year-old boys were there, and the relationship was already ready to be allocated, just a formality.

"There are three seven or eight-year-old boys in our Zhuo family. Apart from that bastard, there are only the eldest son's youngest son and the third son's third son. Whoever takes the token to Huashan depends on your own ability. Come, someone, go to the treasure house to get the test. Yufu, let's see which of the two boys has a chance."

The words were calm, as if the things in the orphan's hands had nothing to do with him and he could arrange them however he wanted.

In the feudal era, the family represented everything, and the elders even had the right to decide life and death. In fact, there were several seven or eight-year-old boys in the family, but who told them that they were partial families and not direct descendants.

There are a lot of testing jade talismans in the world of cultivating immortals. No matter how big or small sects are, they will keep them for use. The biggest use is to test whether a person’s spiritual root is suitable for cultivation. There are very few people who practice, and they may not have one in their own family, but once the offspring can practice, it is better to be prepared.

The father and grandfather of the two children were in a disturbed mood, and no one knew what they were planning...

Soon, the jade talisman was brought to test the two little boys.

The result was not very satisfying. One of the boys did not respond, which means he is not suitable for cultivating immortals at all. The other did respond, but that reaction was like a candle in a storm, which could not be extinguished or flourished. .

"This……"

The old men had some troubles. They finally got the opportunity to practice but they didn't have a good seedling. The good seedlings in the family were either too old or too young to pretend to be. For a while, they began to complain about why they had to get that bastard. Not better.

No one thought that the token was actually given to the bitch they called, and had nothing to do with her family.

Helpless, I can only give the opportunity to the child with a little bit of roots, no matter how high or low the cultivation level is, as long as it can bring benefits to the family.

Next is the issue of benefit division, such as how much benefit the father of the selected child should get from increasing his property. The same clan who had a bad relationship in the past has also become nodding and flattering. Promising how many benefits it will bring to the family in the future, a group of people are in the hall in a friendly manner, looking like the family is prosperous.

After a while, the five old men led several middle-aged men and the selected child towards the mourning hall.

Still that simple mourning hall.

The little boy who knelt down and burned the paper turned his head and looked outside the door. When he saw the person coming, hatred flashed in his eyes...

Entering the house, a group of people didn't even look at the thin-skinned coffin.

"Little bastard! Didn't you see the clan elders and elders here? Hurry up and salute!" A middle-aged man shouted.

The little boy continued to fill the brazier with burning paper without looking up.

"you……"

The middle-aged man continued to yell at him, and the old man who was the first to lean on a dragon's head raised his hand to signal that there was no need to say more.

After brewing for a while, the old man spoke.

"Zhuo Feng, you are a child of my Zhuo family. You must always remember the family. Of course, the family will also take care of the family members. People cannot be resurrected after death. I will pay for the funeral tomorrow."

The little boy named Zhuo Feng raised his head.

"I want mother and father to be buried together!"

"What qualifications does that bitch have to enter my Zhuo family's ancestral grave? It's enough to show her face in this mourning hall. If it wasn't for that bitch, how could your father die early!"

The little boy Zhuo Feng gritted his teeth and looked at the man, the ferocity in his eyes made one's heart palpitate.

"My father died early,

You gang up on bullying my mother! It was you who killed my mother! "

"I'll hit you little bastard..."

The old man stretched out his crutches to stop the man who was about to hit someone and gave him a hard look. He hadn't done his business yet, and he didn't care about anything with a child. If it wasn't for the crowd, the old man would probably hit his son's stupid head with his crutches.

"Zhuo Feng, Grandpa can agree to let your mother enter the ancestral grave to be buried with your father, but you have to show one thing."

Zhuo Feng was taken aback for a moment, then nodded excitedly.

"As long as my parents can be buried together, I can ask for anything! Even if it takes my life, it doesn't matter!"

"Okay! We don't want your life. Did your mother give you something before she left? As long as you are willing to show that thing, I can agree on behalf of the family to your mother's entry into our Zhuo family tree, how about it?"

"I……"

Zhuo Feng was very conflicted. Before his mother passed away, he did give him something and said that he would keep it safe. In the future, someone would come to look for it, but his mother was never recognized by the clan. After a lot of anger, he couldn’t be buried with his father. If he could use that thing In exchange for mother to join the family and be buried with father, just give it.

The filial Zhuo Feng quickly made up his mind.

"My mother only gave me this."

Zhuo Feng took out the necklace and jade pendant from his bosom, the old man hastily stepped forward and pulled the jade pendant off and put it in his hand to watch.

I saw a jade pendant about two inches in size, with a yin-yang fish spinning slowly in the middle.

"It's this! It must be this!"

"God bless my Zhuo family, hahaha~"

A group of clan elders left, but before leaving, the little fat man who was supposed to be his brother ran to Zhuo Feng's ear and said something.

"You bastard is a bastard, just wait, I'll throw your mother into a mass grave tomorrow and you'll have to get out of the family, and I'm going to cultivate immortals on the mountain, hahaha~"

Zhuo Feng understood that he had been deceived.

"Give it back to me! You liars!"

The grandpa didn't turn his head back, the little fat man's father slapped him, Zhuo Feng's head shook and rolled on the ground several times before he stopped, watching those people take away the last thoughts left by his mother...

The child who was only seven years old was seriously injured by someone slapping him hard. Lying in front of the coffin, crying and screaming could not stop those people from carrying the coffin away. All he saw was sneering and mocking, and no one even came forward to say hello.

Recalling that I handed over the relics left by my mother to others but got nothing, I regretted it.

Originally, the Zhuo family planned to simply kill Zhuo Feng and change the little fat man’s name to Zhuo Feng. Maybe the rest of the family thought the child was too pitiful. Besides, he was also a member of the Zhuo family. Throwing a few steamed buns in the house is much more comfortable than Zhuo Feng's miserable little fat man. He eats and drinks every day and waits to go to Huashan to enter Chunyang Palace to cultivate immortals.

In the small courtyard, Zhuo Feng tried all kinds of methods but couldn't get out. No matter whether he smashed the door or yelled at him, no one answered him. He gradually calmed down and looked at the sky above his head without moving, longing for the birds to go wherever they want freely. ...

Every day, someone outside throws a few steamed buns in, and sometimes they are still rotten.

When there was not enough water to drink, he collected rainwater, and even dug a hole in the yard near the garden pool to divert water. The young Zhuo Feng tried his best to live by his mother's last words and live until he grew up.

Gradually Zhuo Feng was forgotten, only the old servants of the Zhuo family couldn't bear to throw a few steamed buns every day and whisper a few words in secret.