From a scholar to a villain, I was a good person at the beginning

"You're right, I believe you!" Hearing this, Lin Muxi saw that Jiang Zheng had cheered up, revealing two small canine teeth, smiling brightly, and his two watery big eyes narrowed into crescents.

Jiang Zheng was stunned. He didn't know when the little kid who always followed him around and clamored to listen to books had grown into such a beautiful young lady.

If I could go to the fairy mountain and dress up, I would probably be more beautiful than the fairies described in the books, he thought again as he looked at the girl in front of him.

Being stared at by Jiang Zheng, Lin Muxi smiled slightly, and then said seriously:

"Don't worry, it doesn't matter if you can't go to the Immortal Mountain. I can go to the Immortal Mountain, and then I will teach you all the skills I have learned! Just like you read to me, I will give you any delicious food and treasures."

Hearing this, Jiang Zheng felt warm in his heart and asked seriously: "Mu Xi, why are you so nice to me? I just lent you a few books, and you have to give me all the treasures of the immortals?"

"Hehe, your book is my book, so my treasure is naturally your treasure."

Lin Muxi put her hands behind her back, her cheeks slightly flushed, and said as a matter of course.

"I'm happy that you said that, but I can't have your baby," Jiang Jiu shook his head.

"Why?"

"Because I will become an immortal in the future. So what if I have inferior spiritual roots? I still have spiritual roots, just like a bird with wings will fly sooner or later. I will definitely find a way to join other immortal sects!"

Jiang Zheng's eyes were determined and he clenched his fists.

"I believe you! I'll come play with you then, and we'll continue reading together."

"Okay, it's a deal!"

"Oh, I have to go home. I'll come to borrow a book from you in the evening. Don't forget it," Lin Muxi cried out, and turned back and shouted while rushing home in a hurry.

"Okay!" Jiang Zheng waved his hand.

"Grandpa?" He turned around and found that Jiang Youcai had stood behind him without him knowing when.

"That girl is so lucky, she has a top-grade spiritual root!" Jiang Youcai sighed as he looked at Lin Muxi's back. Why did his grandson have such a low-grade spiritual root?

"Yes," Jiang Zheng nodded, without mentioning the fact that he had just been rejected by the immortal. He pretended to be the same as usual, as if nothing had happened.

"Zheng'er..." Jiang Youcai couldn't help feeling sad when he looked at him. How could he not know what his grandson was thinking?

I'm afraid I'm just pretending for myself, swallowing all the grievances and sadness.

Thinking of this, Jiang Youcai greeted him and pretended nothing had happened. He turned his back to Jiang Zheng and walked towards home, his lips trembling uncontrollably.

The night at the foot of the mountain is a noisy silence with the chirping of insects, strange cries, and the faint flickering of candlelight in the house.

The atmosphere is a bit depressing.

"Dad, doesn't Zheng'er have spiritual roots? Why can't he go up to the Immortal Mountain?"

At the dinner table, Su Ning'er asked with a frown.

Jiang Zheng lowered his head and ate silently, but his mind was not on the food at all. His eyes were blank and no one knew what he was thinking.

"Alas," Jiang Youcai sighed, then looked at Jiang Zheng and said:

"Zheng'er, it doesn't matter if they don't accept you. Tomorrow, grandpa will go with you to pick red clouds grass, and then grandpa will take you to other sects. Lingxi Sect is not the only immortal sect in the world."

"Other immortal mountains?"

Jiang Zheng raised his head, a glimmer of hope emerging in his heart.

It would be fine if he didn't have spiritual roots, but he clearly did have spiritual roots. Jiang Zheng was unwilling to give up. He wanted to go to the fairy mountain and become an immortal!

Since I was a child, my grandfather has always hoped that I could go to the fairy mountain. If I couldn't go to the fairy mountain, wouldn't I have let down my grandfather's expectations for so many years?

He knew that his grandfather was more eager for him to become an immortal than he was.

"Hahaha, after all, when grandpa was young, he also practiced in the Immortal Mountain. When the time comes, grandpa will take you to the Immortal Gate where grandpa practiced, and they will definitely accept you."

Jiang Youcai said with a smile.

"Dad, is this really possible? How far is it? Otherwise, let Zhenger study at home. We don't have to go to the fairy mountain."

Su Ning'er said worriedly that although she also hoped that her child could go to the fairy mountain, she hoped even more that Jiang Zheng could live a peaceful life.

"Yes, Dad, I think Ning'er is right," Jiang Dashan agreed. He also hoped that Jiang Zheng would be safe and sound by his side. How dangerous would it be if he went far away to seek immortals and ask for the way?

"Don't worry, we won't go right away. Tomorrow, after Zheng'er and I finish picking red clouds, I will pass on the skills I learned in the sect to Zheng'er. With these skills, Zheng'er won't be afraid of encountering danger outside."

At this point, he sighed. He himself had inferior spiritual roots, and the skills he learned in the sect were also the worst. He originally thought that such skills did not need to be passed on to his grandson.

My grandson will definitely not be like me, with inferior spiritual roots. When he joins the immortal sect, he will definitely be able to learn better skills.

But now fate is playing tricks on him. His grandson is just like himself, with a useless spiritual root. He has no choice but to decide to pass on his skills to Jiang Zheng.

This would not only allow him to catch up quickly, but also provide him with more protection on his way to the sect. After all, he is only an old and frail Qi Refining cultivator at the first level.

He is not afraid of a few ordinary bandits and thieves, but if he encounters any monks, he will be no match for them.

In addition, there are all kinds of terrifying monsters in the deep mountains and swamps outside, so the danger of the outside world is self-evident.

"Dad and Mom, don't worry, I will definitely enter the immortal sect safely. Besides, didn't Grandpa want to pass on his skills to me? Don't worry about it."

Jiang Zheng comforted Su Ning'er and his wife. The determination in his eyes made it difficult for them to say anything to stop him.

"Well... okay, you are my child. I know you have your own ideas, but you must promise me that you must protect yourself outside. Wear more clothes when it's cold, and run away when you encounter danger..."

Su Ning'er gave the instructions earnestly, as if she had endless instructions to say and was afraid of missing anything. As she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes.

"That's enough, mother," Jiang Dashan interrupted her, "Zheng'er is not a child anymore, he can definitely take care of himself. Besides, doesn't he have his father here? Just relax."

After that, he glanced at Jiang Zheng and said, "Okay, it's decided. Let's eat."

The meal lasted a long time, and everyone felt that Jiang Youcai was a little abnormal today. He talked a lot.

After the meal, he stopped the people who were about to clear the table and talked to them for a long time. Everyone felt that something was wrong, but after asking, the other party just waved his hands.

"Okay, let's all go take a rest."

Jiang Youcai stood up, put his hands behind his back and went out alone...

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After dinner, Jiang Zheng lay on the bed. Instead of using his free time to read some books, he stared out the window in a daze.

Kong Qingxian's voice sounded in his mind from time to time, saying something he half understood and half didn't know whether it was spoken to Jiang Zheng.

It sounded more like a madman who was almost bored to death talking to himself. Jiang Zheng had long been used to it and ignored it.

The cool evening breeze blew in through the window, ruffling the boy's hair, and his clear pupils reflected the starry sky outside the window.

At this moment, a delicate face slowly poked out from the window, with a hint of playfulness in her beautiful eyes that were smiling.

"Hey, what are you daydreaming about? I'm here to borrow a book!"