Why did I, a superman, go to cultivate immortals?

Chapter 2
Mr. Lin's words, and what he wanted to express, seemed a bit too abrupt to Wang Ting.

To use an analogy, the aunt next door was declared happy by the doctor that day, but she gave birth to a fat boy the next day. To put it simply, the turning point of the topic was too blunt.

So much so that it made Wang Ting suspicious.

Although he is just a child on the outside, he was more or less an independent male in his twenties in his previous life. Although he is not as experienced as the monks who are hundreds of thousands of years old in the legends of this world, the basic judgment of adults still exists.

Mr. Lin's behavior is very abnormal, he is very sure of this.

Because of this, after the other party said to let him practice, he crossed his arms, narrowed his eyes, and looked at the other party with a rather cautious attitude.

But he didn't speak, he chose to give the other party a chance to explain.

"You really deserve to be a person with innate supernatural powers who was born with enlightenment that day. To be honest, now I kind of want to ask you if you are the reincarnation of a certain power."

Sighing, the teacher who was hired by the villagers shook his head, as if he really did.

Now he has faded away from his original aggressive expression, and instead looked at the six-year-old child in front of him with some seriousness.

"Wang Ting, how many years have passed since you were born in this village?"

"Just six and a half years."

Hearing this, Mr. Lin nodded.

"I came to this village six years ago. Do you know why the folks took so much effort to invite me, a foreigner, to come here?"

The answer is obvious.

"I suppose, if I'm right."

Wang Ting stretched out his finger and pointed at himself.

"Exactly."

Mr. Lin nodded in affirmation.

"The villagers in this area, even if they look at the entire Great Chu Dynasty, it is difficult to find a second family. It feels as if they are deliberately arranged here to wait for something."

"That's me."

Perhaps Mr. Lin's persuasive tone can really make people relax their vigilance, and Wang Ting doesn't mind chatting with him for a while.

"I just don't know if it's man-made or destiny, or both, but I can confirm one thing."

Mr. Lin's eyes suddenly brightened up.

"Your supernatural power is really a natural god of fighting. If you enter my sect, it must be a good thing."

"I thought you were going to talk about catastrophe with me, things like the common people in the world."

Wang Ting replied.

"Ha, ever since I, Lin Ke, was plotted against by thieves and lost my Daoist base, I have no interest in the so-called common people in the world, and the only thing I want is to give birth to me and raise my sect."

"Then what kind of benevolence and morality are you still arguing with me every day? Don't you just ignore it?"

Wang Ting thought of a loophole in his speech, and then said so.

"I am me, and you are you. Although I have long lost the intention of being a chivalrous man, I don't want a devil to come out of my hands. That would be to discredit my master!"

It's a bit of a double standard, and Wang Ting was indeed taken aback by his theory.

He felt that Mr. Lin might be a bit of a talker, so he had the idea of ​​refusing in his heart, but just as he was about to utter the words of refusing, Lin Ke grabbed the conversation first.

"Don't rush to refuse. Before that, please listen to me explain why I want to introduce you to the path of cultivation."

"All right, all right, you say."

Wang Ting knew that if this Mr. Lin didn't finish his speech today, he would definitely bother him for a long time, and he couldn't kill him with a fist on the spot, so he could only restrain himself and listen to him.

After clearing his throat, Lin Ke began his speech.

Now they were no longer outside, but came to the room arranged by the villagers for Wang Ting together, and sat opposite each other.

"I know that you are born extraordinary and your heart is higher than the sky, but there are still many people who are stronger than you in this world. If you really meet those powerful people, you will just be slaughtered by others."

"I'm not pretentious, am I?"

Wang Ting retorted that he felt that Mr. Lin was slandering him.

"I hope so, but, what I mean is, you have to always keep in mind that there are people outside of people."

Lin Ke didn't care about Wang Ting's rebuttal, and passed along a sentence casually.

Wang Ting's time travel naturally had traditional tricks, and since he first bathed in the sunshine of a different world, he understood what he was now.

Superman
It was a fictional superhero he had seen in a previous life.

Although he doesn't know if he is different from the existence in that kind of work, but as he grows older, coupled with his affinity for the great sun hanging in the sky, he has gradually determined his identity.

Lin Ke also watched him grow up, so he naturally knew the fact that Wang Ting itself was becoming more and more tyrannical. However, if you look at it from the perspective of traditional cultivators, although this kind of development model cannot be wrong, it is definitely not a good one. What a majestic avenue.

"Since the Taoist ancestor preached, the momentum of immortal cultivators in this great world has become stronger and stronger. Today, it has become the absolute mainstream."

Lin Ke stood up and walked to Wang Ting's side with a sincere expression.

"As far as I can see, in time, if your physical strength continues, you will definitely be able to walk on the path of physical sanctification, but in the end it's still my selfishness, just for the sake of my imminent death, let me I will lead you into the gate of cultivating immortals!"

"what?!"

The news that Lin Ke was about to die inevitably shocked Wang Ting.

"But sir, why do you still look so tough?"

"From the moment Daoji was broken up, this ending was already doomed. After all these years, I have also seen it, but I don't know, are you willing to fulfill my long-cherished wish? How about it, do you want to go to my house?" I can't control you in that sect, I just hope that you will be free later, so take my token to the Great Sun Immortal at the Sun Moon Sect in the middle of Chudi."

Wang Ting was silent for a while, the so-called cultivating immortals seemed to be of great benefit to him, although the other party also came with selfish intentions, but he didn't seem to have any intention of coercion.

"I promise you."

There was no need to hesitate, Wang Ting immediately agreed to him.

Hearing this, Lin Ke finally showed a satisfied smile.

In front of Wang Ting, he took out a jade slip and a jade pendant from his arms.

"This jade slip records the basic qi training method in my Sun Moon Sect. It can also be regarded as the best method for forming the foundation of Dao. However, if you want to go further, you need to go back to the sect to obtain the follow-up exercises."

Seeing Wang Ting take the jade slip, Lin Ke was afraid that he might misunderstand, so he explained one more sentence.

"It's not that I don't want to teach you, it's that only dedicated elders can pass on the complete exercises to you. If you don't want to enter my Sun Moon Gate, then don't worry. Foundation building is foundation building. What's the follow-up practice?" It doesn't matter too much, the function of the method is only to make your foundation building more smooth, as for the final result, it depends on the individual."

He babbled a lot, probably explaining everything he wanted to say. At this time, the fiery red sunset had already dyed half of the sky.

Pushing open the wooden door of Wang Ting's house, a plainly dressed villager pushed a wooden cart and happened to pass by Lin Ke.

"Hey, Mr. Lin, are you just looking for that boy Wang Ting to teach you?"

This man knew what happened when he saw where Lin Ke came from.

"almost."

"Oh, Xiao Ting'er is just like this. You don't have to worry about it, sir. By the way, how is my kid doing in class recently?"

"Wang Qiong, he is quite obedient, but sometimes he is a little ignorant, but overall he can satisfy me."

After thinking about it, Lin Ke answered.

Hearing the relatively positive answer, the villager immediately burst into a smile.

"You bastard, that's right, Wang Ping killed tigers before and distributed tiger meat at the entrance of the village. Don't wait, sir, I'll get it for you!"

With a wave of his hand, Lin Ke rejected the enthusiasm of the villagers.

Stepping on an uneven road, facing the setting sun, he walked into the distance with his hands behind his back.

The next day, the news of Lin Ke's death came very suddenly, but Wang Ting, who had been prepared for a long time, was not particularly surprised, but he didn't expect it to be so fast. It seems that yesterday was Lin Ke's last plea.

The people in the village were not very rich, but Lin Ke was obviously respected by them, so everyone took some out and arranged a reasonable funeral for Lin Ke.

Standing in front of the grave mound in the cemetery outside the village, Wang Ting looked at the dirt bag in front of him, feeling a little complicated.

Sadness is naturally there, but to be honest, it's not much, it's more emotion, obviously I was talking to myself well before, but now there is only a small grave left.

The reincarnation of life and death is so elusive.

"Cultivator"

The current season is still just beginning of spring, and it is the time when all things are flourishing, and the slightly warm sunlight shines on Wang Ting's skin, and in a short while, there is another increase in strength.

"A Ting, are you leaving the village?"

An old voice sounded behind him.

"Grandpa the village chief."

He is the most respected village head of Dajiao Village. Obviously, he is one of Lin Ke's insiders, and he also knows the high hopes that Wang Ting has placed on Wang Ting.

His figure was hunched, leaning on a cane, and slowly walking towards the direction of Wang Ting.

"Yes"

There is nothing to deny, and with Wang Ting's confirmation, the village chief nodded.

"This was expected. The pond in Dajiao Village is too shallow. You are a real dragon descended from the sky. Of course, it is impossible to do this kind of thing like a dragon swimming in the shallows. It's just that I never thought it would come so soon."

He sighed, you know, Wang Ting is only six years old now.

"Then it doesn't matter if I stay for a few more years."

Wang Ting really didn't care.

"Since you already have the intention to go, there's no point in forcing you to stay. Besides, the things Mr. Lin entrusted to you still need to be completed. Let's go, let's go, but you need to be more careful when you are outside."

The village chief obviously didn't treat Wang Ting like an ordinary child.

"I know you are precocious, and you are much more sophisticated in your actions than ordinary elders, not to mention the unparalleled strength to protect your body. I am relieved, but reassurance is the same thing, and instructions are also indispensable."

The village head has no heirs, so he treats Wang Ting as his own grandson.

Most of them are the life experience of some elders. Wang Ting actually understands these truths, but he is still quietly listening to the village chief.

Finally, he took out a bag wrapped in cloth from his arms.

"Everyone in the village has prepared some money for you. It's not a lot, but if you save some money for the expenses along the way, it should last a long time. You can keep it."

Wang Ting took it, opened it, and saw a bag of broken silver, weighed it, about ten or so.

"This amount of money can be worth half a year's production. Grandpa the village chief, it's impossible!"

Wang Ting knew that this was not a small amount for Dajiao Village, so he quickly handed back the silver taels.

But the village head didn't accept it, and when he saw Wang Ting's refusal, he raised his eyebrows and looked angry.

"What are you doing? This is everyone's wish. Could it be that you think we are not worthy to see you off?"

"Ah, that's not true."

"Then take it well!"

Wang Ting had no choice but to keep it in his pocket.

And watching him put away his things, the village chief turned back into that kind-hearted old man.

"Farewell, I don't know when we will see you next time. If you can remember it, come back and have a look when you have time. Dajiao Village is your home. Although most of them are shabby and settled, you are the one who descended." The place."

"No such thing."

Wang Ting shook his head.

"I don't think there is anything dilapidated in our village. Grandpa the village chief, don't worry, I will come back later."

"Haha, then I'll just wait, I hope my old bones can last until then!"

"do not worry!"

After nagging for a while, looking at the sun in the sky, the village chief didn't stay any longer.

"Then I won't bother you anymore, take care."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked away under Wang Ting's watchful eye.

Wang Ting, on the other hand, picked up the luggage he had prepared earlier, turned his head, and walked in the opposite direction of the village.

After many years, we will meet again, and I don't know when it will be.

(End of this chapter)