Chapter 1 I want to cultivate immortality
Qin Wu Dynasty.
City of Heavenly Punishment.
Chongmingfang.
Shen Mansion.
"I want to cultivate immortality!"
After Shen Qingyun got up, he shouted at the handsome boy in the bronze mirror, turned around and went out.
In his previous life, he was an earthling, an orphan and a traveling companion.
One time while traveling deep into the mountains, he encountered a huge boulder falling from the sky and died.
Reborn here, after awakening Su Hui at the age of two, he would shout these words to himself once a day.
It's been sixteen years since I shouted.
Now that he is eighteen years old, he still has nothing to do with cultivating immortality.
After leaving the house, he went straight to the banquet hall.
In the banquet hall, a man and a woman were sitting at the table.
The man's name is Shen Weilong. He sits as straight as a sword and has three strands of beard. He is Shen Qingyun's biological father.
The girl's name is Yun Qianqian, she is gentle and generous, the gold standard of a good wife and mother, Shen Qingyun's biological mother.
There are two or three side dishes on the table, three bowls of warm white porridge, and half a bowl of fried dough sticks.
Both the people and the dishes are ordinary.
"Good morning, Mom and Dad!"
After bowing to say hello, Shen Qingyun sat down and waited for his father to use his chopsticks.
"Eat." Shen Weilong picked up a piece of golden fried dough stick, "Uncle Zhou has prepared the carriage. After dinner, go to the Forbidden Military Division to meet your second uncle."
The second uncle in Shen Weilong's mouth is called Shen Weihu, the Qinwu Dynasty Sicheng of Honglu Temple, the sixth grade.
“I don’t want to go.” Shen Qingyun replied, swallowing the fried dough sticks in his mouth, “It’s so delicious, mother, what’s added to the fried dough sticks?”
“Yuhuai Shanfen, it’s delicious. Eat more. ." Yun Qianqian smiled. , "Qingyun, today's opportunity was earned with great effort by my second uncle, don't let him down."
"Well," Shen Qingyun nodded and said, "Mom, I want to become an immortal!"
Nodding is filial piety.
Last hit is faith.
Shen Qingyun does not think that he is a fool.
Being reborn in a world where one can become an immortal, everyone wants to become an immortal.
The storytellers in the teahouses in the city say today that there are immortals flying into the sky and escaping to the earth, tomorrow they say that there are sword immortals who level the mountains with one sword, the day after tomorrow they say that there are great immortals waving their sleeves, the clouds open and the sun rises, and the day after tomorrow they say that the sky rains down thunder and lightning. , destroying a region is a great disaster for the immortals...
These can be a bit elusive.
But when he was a child, several of his classmates left the Qinwu Dynasty to practice in the Immortal Sect outside the region. It was he who held hands with each other and reluctantly sent them away. Can this be fake?
He remembered that after seeing off his classmates, he made a big fuss when he returned home.
Shen Weilong, who never hit him, was so angry that he raised his hands.
He is not afraid either, with his head held high and his faith as strong as steel.
In the end, it was Yun Qianqian's tears that made him soften.
“It’s because I want to be simple. There is no sun and moon to cultivate immortality, and my parents are mortals. I am the only child. Let alone cultivating immortality for ten or twenty years and then go home, they will not be willing to go home for a few days.”
Shen Qingyun used this reason to convince himself not to mess around anymore.
But because of this reason, I am even more determined to cultivate immortality.
Perhaps today is unusual, Shen Weilong is talking about the same old thing again.
"You yourself remember that when you were a child, you invited immortals for your father's entrustment. They said that you have no spiritual roots and are insulated from immortals. It's not that we are in your way, it's that you can't take this path."
"I want to Cultivation as an immortal!"
Yun Qianqian advised: "Qingyun, our Qinwu body training is also good. If you really want to practice, you can try it in the Forbidden Martial Arts Division."
There are no immortals in the Qinwu Dynasty. Door.
It is said that the Taizu of the dynasty was instructed by an expert to create a path of body refining.
After nearly a thousand years of development, the Qin family has expanded body refining to the five realms.
In the Qinwu Dynasty, from the royal family to the common people, if you want to practice, body training is indeed the best choice.
"But how do you compare physical training with cultivating immortals? They are fundamentally different species, okay?"
The difference that Shen Qingyun cares about the most is lifespan.
The first two emperors of the Qin Wu Dynasty.
One lived for more than 200 years, and the other lived for more than 300 years.
According to storytellers, one can live more than 200 years in the second realm of immortality.
As for other differences...
You can borrow artifacts to escape in the first level of immortality, but you need the fourth level in body refining!
Cultivation in the second level of immortality can make the elixir of the living dead, and refining the body requires the fourth level!
...
Shen Qingyun doesn't value these, but it also shows that the two are completely different.
"And the life span of physical training is too short, so practice must start from childhood. I am eighteen years old, and I have to change my underwear every day. What should I practice, double cultivation?"
Of course, Shen Qingyun The most important reason for resisting body training is that there is a conflict between the two paths of body training and immortality.
Refining the body is equivalent to closing the door to immortality. In the Qinwu Dynasty, there were many body refiners who changed their sects and went out to find immortal sects.
Without exception, these people were not only despised by the monks, but they all failed to change their cultivation and died suddenly.
So once he refines his body, his sixteen years of persistence will mean nothing.
Shen Qingyun finished the four fried dough sticks in silence, finished sucking the white porridge, and put down his chopsticks.
He decided to give it another try before going to the Forbidden Martial Arts Division.
"Father, mother, let's cultivate immortality together, so that we can be together."
Yun Qianqian froze.
Shen Weilong freezes.
Shen Qingyun was confused.
What is this reaction?
"Ahem," Shen Weilong unsealed the seal and said in a deep voice, "We also have no spiritual roots and have no chance of immortality."
Yun Qianqian nodded silently.
"Spiritual roots are not absolute."
Shen Qingyun decided to pull his parents out of their comfort zone and said loudly: "Where there is a will, things come true. Life is not just about the things in front of you, but also... There are poems and distant places... "
"Stop it!" Shen Weilong said in a deep voice, "Your mother and I just want to live a stable life. For you, we don't ask you to be rich, we just want you to have a fulfilling and peaceful life. .”
Shen Qingyun was speechless.
His maternal grandfather Yun Potian was the richest man in Jiangzhou during the Qin Wu Dynasty.
Dafu was arranged two generations in advance.
As for enrichment, peace and security...
“That’s why dad named you Qingyun, which means that you will rise to the top, your career will be smooth, you will be fulfilled and safe.”
Shen Qingyun thought for a while and retorted: "I don't agree with judging fate by name."
Shen Weilong frowned.
"Grandpa Yun Po Tian, but instead of Po Tian, he became the richest man. Dad, you are more powerful than a dragon. You are the head of the Sixth Grade Arsenal Department. You drink tea and read the newspaper every day..."
< br>"They are useless." See Shen Weilong's expression was unkind, and Yun Qianqian took over the topic, "Qingyun, mother, I believe in you. Regardless of whether you practice physical training or not, you will be able to achieve great success in the Forbidden Martial Arts Division."
Shen Weilong took a sip. Mouth, no words.
Shen Qingyun made a last ditch effort, picked up half a fried dough stick in front of Shen Weilong and left.
It is impossible to train the body, but I have done it since I was three years old!
“Only fools enter the Forbidden Martial Arts Department!”
I’ll just go through the formalities and go back.
“Tiger girl, go on!”
After leaving the main hall, Shen Qingyun threw the dough sticks high up.
The little white tiger lying on the lawn looked up and saw that it was a fried dough stick. She didn't want to pay attention to it because she was going to vomit.
Suddenly Yun Qianqian appeared at the door of the main hall. The little white tiger immediately flew into the air, stretched its neck in the air, opened its mouth, swallowed the bar, twisted its body, raised its belly to the sky, twisted its waist and did two front somersaults, and landed perfectly.
"Tiger girl has a big mouth." Touching the tiger's head, Shen Qingyun praised, "Your combos are quite explosive in the silk world."
Tiger girl whispered. trembling.
After walking out of the mansion, Shen Qingyun looked at the sky and saw dark clouds looming over the city.
“It’s going to rain.”
Uncle Zhou, who had a tall figure and a white beard, also looked at the sky, which was cloudless.
"Don't worry, young master, I can't get down."
Shen Qingyun was speechless.
Uncle Zhou is the steward of the Shen Mansion. He has outstanding abilities and is as versatile as the maid Bai Yi.
What impressed him most was that Zhou Bo was so accurate in observing the sky that he always hit the mark.
In sixteen years, as long as Uncle Zhou can't say it, he will definitely not be able to do it.
But there is always a chance.
“In case of disaster, we will go home.”
Uncle Zhou smiled and said: "Everything depends on the young master. Please be careful, young master."
Serving the young master on the car, Uncle Zhou climbed onto the horse frame with difficulty, swung his whip in his hand and hit the horse's buttocks, and the horse started to run.
It seemed that it was also drawn to the black cloud, and the cloud began to run away.
"Qingyun, my son."
Yun Qianqian walked out quickly, stopped in front of the house, and called softly again and again, her almond-shaped eyes were moist, and her face was full of reluctance.
She stretched out her hand, as if to catch her son who was walking away.
Shen Weilong Surong stood behind her, the corners of his mouth twitching a few times.
"Qianqian, it's over."
"Huh? The day before yesterday, I saw Huang Liu from across the street sending his eldest son to guard the border, and that was it."
"Eight thousand men were guarding the border. The Forbidden Military Division is at most twenty miles away from our home. You have to grasp the essence.”
The couple was silent for a while, and when no one was watching, they fled back to their house.
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