I studied abroad in modern times

Some words sound like rejection, but they are actually acceptance.

Looking at Zheng Fa's smile, his wife shook her head and said: "Don't laugh in a hurry. Although I don't know why the Yuanying Master doesn't accept you directly, and I can't figure out how these big people behave, but if you really invite him, this It’s impossible to give you a spot.”

"Ten years ago, I gave up one place to my mother's family and the other place to my own daughter. The Zhao family was about to turn against me." The lady's face showed deep ridicule for some unknown reason: " This time, one of the two quotas is for my silly son, and the other one can only be used to appease them. It is impossible to give you a little book boy. "

Zheng Fa nodded, not disappointed in his heart.

He made the request simply to reassure his wife.

Seeing his calm expression, the lady suddenly said: "That silly boy's sister has returned as an inner disciple this time."

"Miss?"

"According to the rules of the Qingmu Sect, the inner disciples can choose two from ordinary people to accompany them."

Zheng Fa somewhat understood what Madam meant.

"But it's not for nothing." The lady pointed to the two books on the table: "I don't care what method you use, or whether you have any method, that stupid boy has to go to the immortal gate."

"He entered, and you did nothing. I also gave you a position of personal follower."

"He didn't come in. You can either ask the Nascent Soul behind you to take you away, or you can do good work for my Zhao family."

"I only care about my son, do you understand?"

"Got it."

According to the seventh young master, he is very sure about ascending to the Immortal Sect, and Madam has given him a place as a personal attendant.

Madam suddenly said: "I actually thought about killing you."

"I know."

The lady smiled: "You don't believe it? Do you know what the ancestors of the Zhao family were like?"

"I don't know."

"Nascent Soul." Madam picked up the tea cup in her hand and took a sip: "Don't be afraid, I'll be dead."

"What do you mean, ma'am?"

"Although our ancestors left, they left behind a formation and a magic weapon for the Zhao family. Guess where the magic weapon is?"

Zheng Fa raised his head and looked around this ordinary-looking small building.

"You're really smart."

The appreciation in Madam's tone became more and more obvious. The tea cup in her hand slowly tilted, and the tea slowly flowed out of the rim of the cup.

In an instant, the room in front of Zheng Fa changed.

The carved beams and painted buildings above his head turned into rotating stars, and the futon under his butt turned into cold and wet rocks, making his calves where he was kneeling on the ground feel a chill.

The short table in front of him disappeared and was replaced by a bottomless cliff. Zheng Fa was sitting on the edge of the cliff. The cold wind blew up his clothes from the cliff, making him almost unable to open his eyes.

The lady's figure has disappeared, leaving only the tea sloping down from the teacup, like a celestial river falling into the canyon, turning into a raging and roaring waterfall, and the water vapor rushed towards the face with a roaring sound.

Madam's cold words came from the cold wind: "The ancestors left this magic weapon to protect the people of the tribe. Although I have a low cultivation level, I resisted a Nascent Soul and held on until the formation was in motion and the Qingmu Sect came to help. It’s not impossible.”

"I really want to know whether the Nascent Soul Master will fight against the Qingmu Sect for a mortal who can't even practice Qi."

Only then did Zheng Fa understand why his wife had been able to take charge of the Zhao family for twenty years and no one dared to resist - she was an immortal cultivator!

Zhao Mansion said that he had immortal seeds from generation to generation, but Zheng Fa, the real immortal cultivator, did not see any of them, and he did not expect that his wife was.

In another blink of an eye, the scene in front of him changed to its original appearance.

The warm and dry futon, the steaming tea, and the wife looking at him lazily and smiling, it seemed that everything just now was just a dream.

"Do you know when I didn't want to kill you?"

"when?"

"The one I don't believe the most."

Zheng Fa immediately understood what the lady was referring to - I regard the young master as a friend.

A trace of disgust flashed across the lady's face, as if she was unable to speak: "Early this morning, a fool came over, crying with snot and tears, and said the same thing to me."

The curtain in the corner moved slightly.

Neither Zheng Fa nor Zheng Fa seemed to see it.

"This fool is not clever when he should be clever. He understands when he shouldn't be clever..."

Zheng Fa silently looked at the tea in front of him. The heat was filling it, as if it was pouring into his heart from his eyes.

"Last time, I asked his sister to leave him, and this stubborn bitch ignored me for ten years." The lady shook her head, looking helpless: "As a mother, I don't want my son to hate me all his life. Avoid me, do you understand?"

Zheng Fa nodded and said, "Parents can never defeat their children."

"I don't believe what other people say. I only look at what others do." Madam stared at Zheng Fa's face and said, "I especially don't believe what men say."

"But for this fool, I am willing to believe you once. Don't let me down."

Zheng Fa stood up, bowed his head deeply, and said again: "I regard the young master as my friend."

"May you keep your word and go down."

Watching Zheng Fa slowly go downstairs, the seventh young master came out of the curtain in the corner with confusion: "Mom, are you really planning to kill him with a family heirloom?"

The lady rolled her eyes: "It scared him."

"scare?"

"Help me."

"mother?"

"With my little cultivation, if this magic weapon moves even a little bit, I will lose half my life. Do I really want to compete with Nascent Soul? Do you believe it or not, I can die in front of him without taking action?"

The lady was leaning on the couch, her face was pale, and she suddenly said: "Fan'er?"

"Huh?" The seventh young master looked at his mother in confusion, and saw his wife looking at him seriously.

"Do you know why I want to see him and give him this personal escort?"

"Those two books?"

"Yes, and no, you will go to the Immortal Sect in two months." The lady touched her child's head, showing a rare hint of weakness and reluctance in front of her son, and confided some of her own thoughts: "The Immortal Sect is not Happy Land, he is a talent, and I hope you can help me in the future. As long as he can help you once one day, my mother will tolerate him. "

"mother."

"With your character, I don't want to send you to the Immortal Sect."

The seventh young master lowered his head and said nothing.

"Zheng Fa is right, parents can't always defeat their children." The lady was not angry, but looked at her son tenderly and greedily: "The fairy gate is far away, and my mother-in-law will no longer be able to protect you. There is nothing she can do." That’s all.”

…

Outside the small building, Butler Wu was still waiting for him, and they walked side by side.

Does Madam want to kill him?

Zheng Faxin didn’t believe it either.

The madam took the seventh young master to the small building, and it seemed that she had prepared for the worst.

but……

As Madam said, he is a little book boy who has not even reached the Qi refining stage. Is it worth offending a Nascent Soul in the Zhao family?

This threat was probably just to tell him about the friendship the seventh young master had for him, and to show his favor for the young master.

Thinking of this, Zheng Fa couldn't help but smile slightly at himself.

Who would have thought that being worthless could be considered an advantage.

"Zheng Fa, when I first saw you, I didn't expect you to be what you are today." Seeing his smile, Butler Wu said enviously: "The young master values ​​you, and my wife treats you differently. Over the past twenty years, I have never seen a man enter the veil."

"The young master treats me very well, and my wife is also very good." Zheng Fa nodded slowly.

I don't blame Madam for being condescending and suspicious.

It's just that I don't like this world where you have to rack your brains to survive.

He looked at Butler Wu's face, and there was a hint of intimacy on Butler Wu's face - from the previous reminder, this person wanted to be on good terms with him, and now his face was more flattering.

He pointed to the courtyard wall in the distance and asked Butler Wu: "Butler Wu, do you think that after entering the Immortal Gate, you can cross the Zhao family's courtyard wall?"

"Climb the Immortal Gate? Courtyard wall?" Butler Wu was stunned and looked at Zheng Fa with a strange look, as if he thought he was a bit stupid: "Once you climb the Immortal Gate, you are the Immortal Family. Not to mention the courtyard wall, the mountains are also like this. Walking on the flat ground, you can go wherever you want without fear and have great freedom."

"Yes, if you ascend to the Immortal Sect, you will have no fear, no fear, and great freedom."

…

Modern, classroom.

Wang Chen stared at Zheng Fa's face: "Zheng Fa, you didn't sleep well? Are you watching the video again?"

Zheng Fa smiled and shook his head: "No, I had a nightmare."

"Nightmare? What did you dream about?"

"I dreamed of a not-so-good world."

Wang Chen tilted his head, frowned and thought for a while: "I don't think there is a less beautiful world than this world where the monthly exam will be taken tomorrow."