Cultivating a fairy deserves to go to heaven

The ancestral errand was also taken away?
"Then how old were you when your father died?" An Qingli flipped through the thick booklet while talking.

The little boy said embarrassingly, "My father was gone when I was born."

An Qingli raised her eyes and said, "At that time, you were young, so you really weren't suitable for that job."

Even now, this little boy is only eight or nine years old. Although he is smart, he is not suitable for guarding the well.

The little boy muffled: "That's what I said, but without that errand, I can't even save the fairy crystals to marry my wife."

"There will always be a daughter-in-law, little man, first have the ability, and then get married and start a business."

An Qingli just said that casually, and continued to read the booklet in her hand, and wrote down the names of several small worlds, especially the small world where the Chen family lived. Over the past ten thousand years, [-]% of the ascension monks have come from that small world.

In the small world where the Chen family lived, half of the ascended monks were surnamed Chen, also known as the Chen family.

The room fell into silence for a while, except for the sound of An Qingli turning the pages of the book.

But the little boy stood aside in a daze, startled in his heart.

Skill first, family later?

No one ever mentioned it to him.

As far back as I can remember, everyone seems to be saying, to save the fairy crystals as soon as possible and marry a wife as soon as possible.

Even the message my mother left before leaving home is that my mother went out to earn fairy crystals, and when the debts are paid off, and when enough fairy crystals are saved, I will find you a beautiful daughter-in-law.

It seems that the important task of his life is to save immortal crystals and marry a wife.

If you can't marry a daughter-in-law, you will be ridiculed and treated as inferior.

But skill?

What counts as skill?
In this Hongjia Village, being the person who guards the well is the greatest ability.

His eyes flickered, and the little boy asked solemnly: "Little lady, what's your name?"

An Qingli said: "Since you and I are familiar, don't call me little lady. My surname is An, and my first name is Qingli. You can call me Qingli, or elder sister."

The little boy grinned and called out, "Sister An."

"Well, not bad." An Qingli touched his head, and said again, "By the way, what's your name?"

The little boy blushed, and mumbled, "Hong...Hong Sandan."

Three eggs?

The corner of An Qingli's mouth twitched slightly, and suddenly remembered that she had asked Shangshan if he had ever been called Li Sandan.

But Shangshan said no.

An Qingli put away her memories, looked at the embarrassed Hong Sandan and said, "Then besides this easy-to-support name, is there any other famous name?"

Hong Sandan shook his head and said with a mournful face: "No. The past thousand years in the village have been difficult. For nearly a thousand years, all the children born have been named Dan, Dog, and Flower. The lower the name, the easier it is to feed. "

"This... this is also reasonable. It won't be too late to take a nickname when you become an adult." An Qingli smiled awkwardly. This was a grievance provoked by Master Mu Sheng.

To put it bluntly, I don't blame the master completely. Greedy people and those who are capable, after making a fortune for a short time, have no good fruit in the end.

Master's gray luck is really unpredictable.

For example, the princess of Wancheng Kingdom who took the Resurrection Pill died not long after she was resurrected.

It is indeed a legend that Master can persist for hundreds of years after taking the Resurrection Pill, and is still on the "Megatron" side of the Upper Realm.

Even the little Pegasus has become more knowledgeable. It turns out that the gray luck that it doesn't understand and is not optimistic about can still live in such a prosperous life.

If such a hard-working talent is sent into the enemy camp, wouldn't it be possible to destroy the enemy without a single soldier.

If used properly, Mu Sheng, a scumbag of combat power, can completely fight against thousands of troops and be invincible without exposing his calamity physique.

Although there has been no news about Mu Sheng in Kaiyang Mansion for a long time, the legend of Mu Sheng has already spread.

An Qingli looked at Hong Sandan in front of him, then at the dilapidated house, and decided to stay and practice first, at least to completely transform the spiritual roots in his body into immortal roots, formally enter the realm of immortality, and then leave here.

Since Hong Sandan was mentioned by An Qingli, he has made up his mind to practice his skills first, and then start a family.

So the freshmen and juniors began to practice together in this dilapidated house.

Immortals are people from the upper realm, the lowest level of cultivation.

Because there is very little immortal energy that can be absorbed, immortals in the human immortal realm also need to eat food to nourish them every day.

The family is poor, and there are basically no meaty things, and there are all kinds of wild grass and vegetables every day.

And in An Qingli's Mustard Seed Space, although there are many spiritual plants and spiritual fruits, it tastes like nothing if you taste it now.

The stomach is full, but the body longs for a lot of immortal power, so those high-level spiritual plants that used to be expensive in the mustard space are no different from worthless ones.

At the end of this day's training, [-]% of the spiritual roots in An Qingli's body had turned into fairy roots, and they were still two extremely thick fire wood fairy roots.

Especially the wood attribute fairy root, which is a bit thicker than the fire attribute fairy root, thanks to the help of Xiao Jintan and Rejuvenation Art.

After practicing every day, it was when his belly was empty, so An Qingli took Hong Sandan, who was also hungry, out to dig vegetables and hunt.

Vegetables are also dug, seeds are also harvested, and sometimes a few bird eggs and dried shrimps are picked up and thrown into the mustard space.

In the mustard space, the celestial power has been gradually absorbed, and there is a great need to fill up these new things from the upper realm.

Xiao Lingxi's eyes were greedy as well as her mouth, and she specifically asked An Qingli to dig more poisonous weeds in.

When An Qingli went out alone, she dug up some poisonous and non-poisonous grass and handed it to Xiao Lingxi for disposal.

While eating the poisonous fairy grass, Xiao Lingxi took care of the fairy grass vegetable garden, her cultivation improved by leaps and bounds, surpassing the little Huzi.

The immortal power of the upper realm is really a good thing, and the first thunder catastrophe will be ushered in from the golden immortal to the Daluo Jinxian realm.

In the evening, An Qingli and Hong Sandan went out.

This place is sparsely populated, and there are so many wild vegetables, so basically no one in Hongjia Village is farming.

But there are many wild vegetables, but there is a shortage of wild rabbits and pheasants, because once found, people here will rush to catch them and eat them.

This time, An Qingli and Hong Sandan met a colorful pheasant not long after they went out.

Pheasants are pecking in the field.

Hong Sandan was so greedy that he swallowed at that moment.

Little Huzi was also in the Mustard Dimension, groaning with hunger, he was starving and thin, and he envied that pheasant more than Hong Sandan.

An Qingli held a spear in his hand, leaned over quietly with the cat on his body.

With such a pretty face that doesn't use makeup, it's really weird to kill a pheasant with a spear.

Those who hid in the dark and observed all laughed, this is a tough woman who is constantly striving for self-improvement.

Hong Sandan also held up a stone, followed An Qingli, and leaned over with breathless concentration.

One big and one small are quiet, similar to thieves.