"Study hard, study hard. Fuer is only fourteen years old. You want him to go to a big town alone? You may be worried, but I am not."
Wang Fu's mother held a plate in one hand, placed it on the dining table, lifted her apron and wiped her hands, "Fu'er, bring your brother to eat, ignore your father."
The mother was the most loving to the Wang Fu brothers. She did not have their father's skills, but she managed the entire household and ensured that their father had no worries.
"Women's opinions." My father muttered quietly, but my mother still heard it. "I am a woman's opinion, so don't eat what I, a woman, cook."
"How could that be possible?" The father smiled.
Wang Fu put his brother on the stool and started to eat. His mother lovingly picked up some meat for Wang Fu and protected his brother, "Fu'er, eat more, you are growing."
"Thank you, mom. I'll eat too." Wang Fu also picked up some meat for his mother and then for his father.
"Fuer, you have to study hard. The village chief said a few days ago that there will be important things in the next few days. It seems that some important people will come to our village. It is related to the children in the village. Maybe there is an order from the court. If they select outstanding students to go to the city for further studies, you must seize the opportunity." Father Wang Hong saw his wife looking at him and continued, "If you really go to the city for further studies, the court will take care of all your food, clothing, housing and transportation. It is much better than in a big town."
"Mother, we will stay in this small mountain village for the rest of our lives. We cannot let our children follow our old path."
"I know that too. It's not like I don't know. I'm just worried that our Fu'er won't have enough food or sleep if he's alone outside, and may be bullied..." the mother sighed.
"Dad, Mom, these things are completely unrelated..." Wang Fu smiled and picked up a piece of meat for his brother.
"Thank you, brother..."
As the family was talking, there was suddenly a knock on the door outside the yard. The voice was urgent, knocking on the door repeatedly.
"Wang Hong, Wang Hong... Is Wang Hong at home..."
"Who is it? The gate is not locked... The voice sounds like the village chief..." The mother put down her bowl and chopsticks and went to open the door.
"I'll go..." My father went out first.
The gate opened and it turned out to be the village chief.
"Uncle Zhou, what are you doing..."
"Hurry... hurry and bring your boy Wang Fu with me." The village chief panted and held on to the door wall.
My father was obviously stunned for a moment, then he showed an expression of ecstasy: "But the people from the court are here?"
"The court? What court?"
"That's it..." Father Wang Hong was very excited, but before he could finish, the village chief urged him again, "What is it? Come with me quickly, take your eldest brother with you... It's not someone from the court, it's an immortal, an immortal has come to our village..."
"Immortal, immortal..." Father Wang Hong was stunned.
Wang Fu, who had been paying attention to the gate of the courtyard, heard the word "immortal" and ran over with his brother in his arms.
"Grandpa Zhou..." His eyes lit up, and all the stories about immortals emerged in his mind at this moment.
"Are there really immortals..."
The village chief's house is at the east end of the village, right next to the century-old sycamore tree at the entrance of the village.
Wang Fu followed the village chief and his father, listening to their whispers and the surprise on his father's face. Wang Fu didn't listen carefully, as he was imagining the stories in the books in the school.
Soon I could see the whole picture of the paulownia tree.
The huge paulownia tree blocked out the sun, and many people stood under the tree. They were all villagers from Wutong Village with their children, happily discussing the matter.
Seeing the village chief coming, everyone rushed over.
"Village chief, where is the immortal?"
"Does the Immortal want to take my boy to the Immortal Gate? Is the Immortal Gate far away? Can I go home often?"
"village head..."
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"Alright, alright, be quiet," the village chief consoled everyone. "The immortal will be here soon. Before that, I have something to tell you."
Everyone fell silent and looked at the village chief.
The village chief stood on the platform under the sycamore tree, looking at the many villagers and children: "More than a hundred years ago, an ancestor of our Wutong Village saved an immortal elder from the Luoyu Sect. That elder promised to accept the children of our village into the immortal sect and learn immortal techniques. However, to learn immortal techniques, one must have immortal resources. The immortals cannot always pay attention to our village, so they set a rule of three chances. Counting the immortal elder more than a hundred years ago, the immortals of the Luoyu Sect have come twice, but no child meets the requirements. Today is the third time and the last time. If no child has immortal resources this time, the immortals of the Luoyu Sect will give up on us in the future."
"Our village migrated here hundreds of years ago to escape disasters. There weren't many people there. I saw that this generation had the most children, so I notified the immortal."
"Everyone should seize this opportunity. As long as our village can produce an immortal, it will bring honor to our family, and the court will also send high officials to reward us."
"So that's how it is..." After hearing the words of the village chief, the villagers became excited. It turned out that their Wutong Village had such a story about immortals.
"Now that the village chief mentions it, I seem to vaguely remember that when I was a child, there was a person falling from the sky..." said a villager in his fifties or sixties.
"Haha... Old Li, it was so many years ago when you were a child, do you still remember it?" someone next to him joked.
"I have a good memory. I really remember that there was a fairy dressed in white descending from the sky... At that time, the sycamore trees in our village were not this big..." The man called Lao Li spoke seriously. Then he looked up at the sky and saw a small dot getting bigger and bigger. He pointed excitedly and said, "Look, that's it, that's it..."
Everyone looked over.
Above the sky, a streak of light streaked across the sky like a meteor. As the light grew bigger, the villagers with good eyesight could see that it was a person, a person standing on a small boat.
"Wow, there really is an immortal..."
call out!
In an instant, a snow-white figure landed under the paulownia tree.
It turned out to be a woman.
The woman was about twenty years old, dressed in white as white as snow, with black hair like ink, a graceful figure, skin like cream, and a smooth and translucent oval face with willow-shaped eyebrows, almond-shaped eyes, a jade nose and cherry lips. A ray of sunlight shined through the gaps between the leaves of the phoenix tree and happened to fall on her shoulders. She really looked like a stunning fairy who had descended to the earth.
The villagers of Wutong Village had never seen such a beautiful person before, and both men and women were stunned for a moment.
Until the woman took the initiative to speak: "Who is the village chief of Wutong Village?" Although the voice was indifferent, it was as pleasant as a lark.
"I am, I am..." The village chief hurriedly bowed, "Welcome to the fairy."
However, there was a force that prevented the village chief from bowing, which made him feel even more awed.
"Once upon a time, Elder Zhu of my Luoyu Sect fell into trouble here, and was fortunately rescued by your ancestors. Even though Elder Zhu is no longer with us, my Luoyu Sect has always remembered the promise we made. This is the third time, and if no one has spiritual roots this time, the fate between your Wutong Village and my Luoyu Sect will be over." The woman said lightly.
"Don't worry, fairy. I know this is the token passed down from our ancestors for contacting the Immortal Sect. I will return it now." The village chief took out a jade token wrapped in brocade from his arms and handed it over carefully.
The woman nodded, and with a wave of her hand, the jade token fell into her palm.
"In that case, then call all the children in your village who are over eight years old and under sixteen years old to come here."
"Everyone is here. They have all been called." The village chief hurriedly asked everyone to line up. As for the parents and family members who accompanied them, they stood aside. Even the respected old teacher from the school came.
They encourage their children.
"Big boy, come on..."
"Xiao Rong, stand up for your father!"
"Bring your brother with you, come on..."
"Xiao Fu, go ahead..."
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