My whole family cultivated immortality without telling me

Chapter 1 I Want to Cultivate Immortals
Qin Wu Dynasty.

City of Heavenly Punishment.

Chongmingfang.

Shen House.

"I want to cultivate immortality!"

After Shen Qingyun got up, he shouted at the handsome boy in the bronze mirror and turned around to go out.

In his previous life, he was from Earth, an orphan and a companion.

One day while traveling deep into the mountains, he encountered a huge boulder falling from the sky and died.

After being reborn here and awakening Su Hui at the age of two, he would shout these words to himself once a day.

One shout means 16 years.

Now he still has nothing to do with cultivating immortals.

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 food are ordinary.

"Good morning, parents!"

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 sticks. "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 chief minister of Honglu Temple in the Qinwu Dynasty, and he is in the sixth rank.

"I don't want to go." Shen Qingyun replied, swallowing the fried dough sticks in his mouth, "It smells so good, mother, what did you add to the fried dough sticks?"

"Yuhuai Shanfen, eat more." Yun Qianqian smiled and said, "Qingyun, my second uncle fought hard for this opportunity today. Don't let him down."

"Yes," Shen Qingyun nodded and said, "Mom, I want to become an immortal!"

Nodding is filial piety.

Last hit is faith.

Shen Qingyun doesn't think he is a fool.

Everyone wants to be reborn in a world where they can cultivate immortality.

The storyteller in the teahouse in the city will say today that there is an immortal flying into the sky and escaping to the earth, tomorrow he will say that there is a sword immortal who flattens the mountain with one sword, the day after tomorrow he will say that there is a great immortal waving his sleeves, the clouds will bloom and the sun rises, and the day after tomorrow he will say that thunder will fall from the sky thousands of miles away and destroy an entire region. For the great calamity of 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. How could 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 was not afraid, held his head high and his faith was as strong as steel.

In the end, it was Yun Qianqian's tears that made him soften.

"I just want to make it 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 20 or [-] years and then go home, they will not be willing to let me go for a few days."

Shen Qingyun used this reason to convince himself not to mess around anymore.

But because of this reason, he is even more determined to cultivate immortality.

Maybe today is unusual, and Shen Weilong is talking about the same old thing.

"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 cultivate immortality!"

Yun Qianqian advised: "Qingyun, our Qinwu body training is also good. If you really want to practice, you can go to the Forbidden Martial Arts Division and give it a try."

There was no immortal gate in the Qinwu Dynasty.

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 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 does body training compare to cultivating immortals? They are fundamentally different species, okay?"

The difference that Shen Qingyun cares about most is lifespan.

The first two emperors of the Qin Wu Dynasty.

One lived to be over 200 years old, the other to be over 300 years old.

According to storytellers, those who cultivate to the second level of immortality can live more than 200 years.

As for other differences…

You can borrow artifacts to escape in the first level of immortality, and you need the fourth level in body refining!

The second level of immortal cultivation will allow you to refine elixirs to make the dead alive, and the fourth level of body refining will be required!

……

Shen Qingyun didn't attach much importance to these, but it also showed that the two were completely different.

"Besides, the lifespan of physical training is too short, and cultivation must start from childhood. I am eighteen years old, and I have to change my underwear every day. What should I cultivate? Dual cultivation?"

Of course, the most important reason why Shen Qingyun resists 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 cultivating 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 convert and died suddenly.

Therefore, once he refines his body, his 16 years of persistence will mean nothing.

Shen Qingyun finished the four fried dough sticks in silence, finished sucking the porridge, and put down his chopsticks.

He decided to give it another try before going to the Forbidden Martial Arts Department.

"Father, mother, let's cultivate immortality together, so that we can be together."

Yun Qianqian freezes.

Shen Weilong freezes.

Shen Qingyun was confused.

What's the reaction?
"Ahem," Shen Weilong unsealed and said in a deep voice, "We also have no spiritual roots and have no chance of being immortal."

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 can come true. Life is not just about the present, but also about poetry and the distance..."

"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 and powerful, we only ask that your life be fulfilling and peaceful."

Shen Qingyun was speechless.

His maternal grandfather Yun Potian was the richest man in Jiangzhou during the Qin Wu Dynasty.

Dafu had made arrangements two generations in advance.

As for abundance, peace and tranquility...

"That's why dad named you Qingyun, which means that you will rise to the top and your career will be smooth, fulfilling 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 didn't Po Tian, ​​but instead 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..."

"They are useless." Seeing Shen Weilong's unkind expression, Yun Qianqian took over the topic and said, "Qingyun, mother, I believe in you. Regardless of whether you practice physical training or not, you can achieve great success in the Forbidden Martial Arts Division and achieve great success."

Shen Weilong pursed his lips and said nothing.

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 practice physical training. If you want to practice physical training, I have done so since I was three years old!

"Only a fool joins the Forbidden Martial Arts Department!"

This time, I will go through the formalities and then return.

"Hu Niu, 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 fried dough sticks. 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 jumped into the air, stretched its neck in the air, opened its mouth, swallowed the bar, twisted its body, turned its belly to the sky, twisted its waist and did two front somersaults, and landed perfectly.

"The tiger girl has a big mouth." Shen Qingyun touched the tiger's head and praised, "Your combo is quite explosive in the silk world."

Hu Niu shivered.

After walking out of the mansion, Shen Qingyun looked at the sky and saw dark clouds looming over the city.

"It is 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 Uncle Zhou was able to accurately observe the sky and hit the target with every shot.

In 16 years, as long as Uncle Zhou can't say it, it will definitely not come down.

But there is always a possibility.

"In case of trouble, we will go home."

Uncle Zhou smiled and said: "Everything depends on the young master. Young master, be careful."

The young waiter got on the carriage, and Uncle Zhou struggled to climb onto the horse frame. With a whip in his hand, he slapped the horse on the buttocks, and the horse started to run.

It seemed that it was also drawn on 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 moist, and her face full of reluctance.

She stretched out her hand, as if to catch her son who was walking away.

Shen Weilong Surong stood behind her, his mouth twitching a few times.

"Qianqian, it's over."

"Ah? The day before yesterday, I saw the Huang Liu family on the other side sending their eldest son to guard the border. That was the case."

"The border is eight thousand miles away, and the Forbidden Military Division is only 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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