Cultivating Immortality, Starts with Green Plum

Chapter 22 Next, You Might Die

At the school gate, many servants had come to pick up their masters and ladies.

Some children also made new friends during these two days and hung out with them.

Xu Pangda walked out of the school, looked at his classmates walking out of the school arm in arm, and then looked at Xu Ming, Qin Qingwan and Big White Goose walking together, and couldn't help feeling a little lonely.

Xu Pangda also wanted to play with Xu Ming and the others.

But Xu Pangda took a few steps and stopped, feeling embarrassed to catch up.

After Xu Ming and Qin Qingwan walked away, Xu Pangda carried the small bookcase on his back and walked silently towards the Xu Mansion.

"Third Young Master."

"The Third Young Master is back."

When they returned to the Xu Mansion, the servants and maids greeted Xu Pangda when they saw him.

Xu Pangda responded with the sunny and cheerful smile that was unique to the little fat boy, and then walked towards Qingxinyuan.

When Xu Pangda walked a little further away, the servants couldn't help but start talking:
"I heard that the eldest lady's father was dismissed from office."

"I also heard that the second wife's brother became the Minister of Personnel. The next step up is the Heavenly Official."

"The eldest young master has an extraordinary talent for the art of talismans. He went to the Tianzhuan Sect last year and has only been there for a year. I heard that even the Sect Master of the Tianzhuan Sect was full of praise for him."

"To be honest, this hereditary position should belong to the eldest young master."

"The eldest young master has already cultivated himself, what use is there for this hereditary title?"

"You are stupid. The luck of mountains and rivers is of great help to the cultivation of cultivators! Otherwise, why would so many cultivators come to the court to serve as officials?"

Xu Panda, who was walking in the distance, twitched his ears.

Others think that they can't hear, but in fact, Xu Pangda's ears are much sharper than ordinary people.

Xu Pangda lowered his head even more, and his hands couldn't help but clench the shoulder bag of his bookcase, and he walked forward faster.

As soon as he walked back to the courtyard where he lived, Xu Pangda stood at the gate and saw his mother sitting on a stone bench in the courtyard in a daze.

Xu Pangda swallowed his saliva, a little scared, but still walked in and whispered: "Mom, kiss me. I'm back from school."

Wang Feng turned around and looked at her son. There was no spirit in her eyes: "You're back."

She was once one of the famous beauties in the capital, but now she looks so haggard.

"Yes, mother, I'm back." Xu Pangda repeated it again and walked to his mother with his chubby little legs.

"Go and have fun. We'll have dinner later today." Wang Feng said calmly, then retracted her gaze, as if she had let him go.

"Yeah, it's okay, I'm not hungry yet."

Xu Pangda was about to walk into the room with the bookcase on his back, but after taking a few steps, Xu Pangda bit his lip, as if he mustered up a lot of courage, and ran to his mother again.

Xu Pangda raised his head and looked at Wang Feng nervously: "Mother, today in the school, the teacher praised me."

"Yeah." Wang Feng nodded, but didn't even look at her child.

"Then mother, I'll go back to my room first." Looking at his mother's appearance, Xu Pangda felt his nose sore.

Wang Feng: “Yeah.”

Xu Pangda stood on tiptoe, poured a glass of water for his mother and placed it on the table, then walked into the room with his head lowered.

Sitting at the small desk, Xu Pangda took out a book.

Xu Pangda looked out the window and also wanted to go out and play.

Xu Pangda shook his head heavily, patted his chubby face hard, took a deep breath, focused his mind, and reviewed what the teacher had taught today.

Wan Jian Zong.

It is one of the four holy places and five major sects mentioned by the cultivators.

It is the holy land of dreams for all sword practitioners.

The leader of the Wanjian Sect, Jiang Luoyu, is now the number one swordsman in the world.

She is also known as the strongest female swordsman since ancient times.

In the thousand years of practicing, Jiang Luoyu has never accepted any disciples.

There were many sword immortal embryos with innate sword bones, sword bodies, etc. who came to Jiang Luoyu, but Jiang Luoyu did not accept any of them. And just a year ago, Jiang Luoyu accepted an apprentice.

A four-year-old baby.

Soon, the name of this doll spread throughout the Sword Sect.

Her name is Xu Xuenuo.

The four-year-old Xu Xuenuo suddenly became the most senior person in the Wanjian Sect.

Many elders who are hundreds of years old call Xu Xuenuo "Uncle Master".

No one cares about Xu Xuenuo's innate sword bone.

It’s not that there is no such holy body in the Wanjian Sect.

Therefore, many people were curious about what was so special about this four-year-old junior uncle that he could be accepted as the first disciple by the sect master, or even as the last disciple.

Some people want to meet this four-year-old junior master.

But ever since this junior uncle entered the sect, he has been staying at the sect’s main peak and has never stepped out.

In the mountains and forests of Zongzhu Peak.

A woman wearing the sword robe of the Wanjian Sect stepped on the fallen leaves.

The woman's skin was whiter than snow, and her red lips were just a touch below her straight and straight nose, just like the light touch of a plum blossom brush.

Perhaps because of her long-term sword practice, the woman has a slender figure. Even when she is wearing a sword robe, one can vaguely feel her well-proportioned, straight, strong and elastic legs.

The woman was very beautiful, but as cold as ice, making people afraid to approach her.

The woman walked to a mountain stream.

The waterfall hangs down from a high place and falls into the mountain spring.

In the center of the spring, there is a delicate little girl sitting cross-legged on a stone.

Similar to women, their sword-like eyebrows reveal heroic spirit.

"Jon Snow." Jiang Luoyu called softly to the little girl.

Xu Xuenuo slowly opened his eyes, stood up, and performed a Wandao Sect sword salute to the woman: "Master."

Jiang Luoyu looked at the sword energy around Xu Xuenuo, then nodded: "It's almost done, follow me."

Xu Xuenuo nodded: "Yes, Master."

Xu Xuenuo didn't know where his master was going to take him. He just saw his master roll up his sleeves, and he stepped on the flying sword and flew through the clouds.

It takes less than a cup of tea.

Jiang Luoyu brought Xu Xuenuo to a strange mountain.

The reason why it is strange is that there is not a single tree on the top of the mountain, but only long swords are stuck on it.

Besides this, there was only a large sword tablet with the words -

"Mingxin Sword Peak."

Xu Xuenuo frowned.

She felt very uncomfortable.

It seemed that the closer he got to the mountain, his body would be torn into pieces by tens of thousands of swords.

But Xu Xuenuo pursed her lips tightly, clenched her fists, and didn't even make a sound.

When Xu Xuenuo landed, he was standing in front of a cave.

There is also a stone tablet in front of the cave, engraved with four words:

"The sword heart is clear."