The more the fairy suffers, the greater my cultivation will be

The clouds were so thick that the sky was full of clouds.

Zhao Rou showed no fear at all. She stood up from the cloud nimbly, raised her pink face, blinked her bright eyes, stared at the man without blinking, and asked crisply: "Wow, who are you? Is this cloud yours?"

Zhao Linger was silent, not daring to speak at all, and hid behind Zhao Rou in a panic.

Two chubby hands like lotus roots tightly pinched the back of Zhao Rou's clothes, only half of her head was exposed, and she looked at her carefully. The tears in her eyes were still swirling, like two crystal pearls about to fall.

The man smiled slightly, and his smile was as gentle as the spring breeze: "Princess, I am the newly appointed national teacher. You can call me Wuwei National Teacher."

After introducing himself, he pointed at the cloud, and the cloud instantly turned into fluorescent dots and disappeared in the air. "This is the spiritual cloud condensed by my magic power."

"Magic power?"

Zhao Rou looked confused, holding her index finger, and suddenly her eyes widened. A flash of inspiration flashed in her mind, and she suddenly realized: "You are the immortal mentioned in the book, you know all kinds of magic, can you move mountains and fill the sea?"

"Princess, you are joking. I can only be regarded as a cultivator, I know a little bit of magic, I dare not call myself an immortal! As for moving mountains and filling the sea, I have not reached this level yet, maybe I will never reach it in my lifetime."

The middle-aged Wuwei bowed slightly, with a humble look.

The gentle expression on his weather-beaten face is still the same as before, just like a quiet lake, without waves.

"Oh, so that's how it is! Then can I also be a cultivator!"

Zhao Rou looked at Wuwei with expectation, her eyes were so hot that they seemed to ignite the air around her, and her little face flushed with excitement.

"This is not up to me. Only those who are born with spiritual roots can become cultivators."

Taoist Wuwei put his hands in his sleeves, his face solemn.

"Do I have spiritual roots?"

Zhao Rou seemed to have discovered something particularly interesting, her eyes lit up, and she couldn't wait to ask.

"You need to use the spirit stone to know this!"

"Do you have it?"

"Yes!" Taoist Wuwei nodded, slowly reached into the storage bag at his waist, and took out the spirit stone from it.

He squatted down and placed a translucent crystal stone in his palm, which reflected a mysterious light in the sun.

"Just put your hand over it. If the stone flashes, it means the tester has spiritual roots!"

Zhao Rou couldn't wait to touch it, but the spiritual stone didn't react at all. She pouted her lips and said angrily: "Master Wuwei, your broken stone is broken!!!"

"Hehe, the princess's spiritual stone is not broken, but you don't have spiritual roots, so there will be no reaction!"

Taoist Wuwei smiled and explained patiently, his voice gentle and steady.

"What! How can I not have spiritual roots!! I am a princess! My father is the emperor!"

Zhao Rou stamped her feet, put her hands on her hips, and looked unconvinced. She naively thought that as a royal bloodline, she must have spiritual roots.

"Princess, this has nothing to do with whether your father is the emperor."

Taoist Wuwei smiled, thinking that the princess was really interesting, and continued to explain patiently.

There was gentleness and tolerance in his eyes, as if he was not facing a spoiled princess, but a naughty neighbor child.

Zhao Rou was full of dissatisfaction. She suddenly pulled Zhao Linger's hand, who was hiding behind her, and said, "Sister, come and touch it!"

Zhao Linger was terrified and was very afraid of Wuwei. She shook her head desperately, "I won't touch it!!"

She wanted to retract her hand, but she was too weak and Zhao Rou still forced her hand on the spirit stone.

Then, something wonderful happened.

A soft blue light appeared on the spirit stone, and the light rippled like water waves.

"Well! Not bad! Second Princess, you have water spirit roots, and there is a possibility of becoming a cultivator in the future!"

Wuwei Taoist was slightly surprised, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. He looked at Zhao Linger with a little expectation, as if he saw infinite possibilities in her.

"Humph! Why, I don't have it!!"

Zhao Rou became even more annoyed, and her face flushed red.

She angrily let go of Zhao Linger's hand, grabbed the spirit stone, and threw it out with all her strength.

The spirit stone turned into a parabola and flew straight into the lush bushes. It disappeared in an instant, leaving only the branches and leaves shaking.

Rustling sound.

Taoist Wuwei had heard that the eldest princess was often a bit petty.

This princess who was raised in the palace was naturally more arrogant than ordinary children.

Seeing that her sister seemed to be angry, Zhao Linger hurriedly grabbed her sister's hand and said crisply: "Sister, if I become a cultivator in the future, I will definitely protect you!"

Zhao Rou smiled slightly, reached out and gently touched Zhao Linger's furry little head, and said angrily: "I am your sister, why do I need you, a little girl, to protect me? I should protect you."

"Hmm..."

Zhao Linger was very well-behaved. She hugged her sister's arm tightly, buried her little face in her sister's arms, and inhaled the delicate and elegant body fragrance on her sister's body with fascination. This was the most reassuring smell in the world.

Taoist Wuwei looked at the deep affection between the two sisters and couldn't help but burst into a hearty laugh: "Haha, the relationship between you two sisters is really enviable!"

...

"Bang!"

With a deafening sound of cannons, like thunder exploding in the sky, Taoist Wuwei's thoughts were instantly pulled back from many years ago.

He is no longer young, and the vicissitudes of life have left deep marks on his face. Because his cultivation has not been improved for a long time, his big white beard looks more vicissitudes, his appearance is haggard, and his appearance is old and faded. Almost half of his body has stepped into the coffin.

He originally wanted to contribute his last bit of strength to the Great Qin Empire, but why did the empress so disobedient?

He has carefully paved a smooth road for her. Using that evil method, she only needs to combine with an outstanding cultivator to give birth to a dragon son with extraordinary spiritual roots.

And he is willing to use his remaining life to help this dragon son grow up, and pass on all the methods of the cultivators to him!

When the dragon son reaches adulthood and possesses the terrifying cultivation that shocks the world, he can lead the army in person and attack any country at will!

Moreover, other sects must not stop this emperor!

Because according to the unwritten rules, they must not interfere in the disputes between mortal emperors.

Especially in the face of such an emperor with a heaven-defying cultivation, even if the other country has a national master to protect the country, it is still useless!

This is the grand plan that Taoist Wuwei and Zhao Rou had conspired and discussed long ago!