The success of Wang Lu's performance made him the focus of everyone's attention. There was a lot of discussion and disagreement, but without exception, he showed a deep fear of him.

If Wang Lu's performance was placed in a normal place, he would probably be criticized as crazy, but at the foot of the fairy mountain in Lingxi Town, the accommodation voucher seemed particularly subtle.

"Do you think Wang Lu has something to do with him in Lingjian Mountain?"

This conjecture was recognized by some people, and it was quickly extended to infer astonishing inferences such as Wang Lu being the illegitimate son of the elder of Tianjian Hall.

Behind the counter, the proprietress looked on with cold eyes. After a while, she laughed in an inaudible voice: "A bunch of idiots."

After a while, he said to himself: "I might as well double the rent, it will make me angry..."

At this moment, there was a burst of shouting outside the inn.

"Master, Master!"

The lobby of Rujia Inn is not big, but there are at least dozens of young masters sitting inside. Everyone turned their heads and saw a handsome boy in his teens stumbling in with shouts.

Seeing the young man, everyone's eyes couldn't help but light up.

It's not that the young man is so stunningly beautiful, but that the robe he wears is clearly the same style as Wang Lu's, but the quality is slightly different, so he probably belongs to a book boy.

Wang Lu himself looks a little tricky, but this book boy is much more dressed up. If you want to know more about this outstanding competitor, this is your chance.

"This little brother..."

An informed servant coughed, attracting the bookboy's attention.

"Have you met my young master? He is about the same age as me..."

"Hey, little brother, you might as well come over and talk in detail. There are people coming and going here, and I don't know which one you are talking about."

The book boy was stunned for a moment and nodded.

But obviously some people didn't want to give these princelings a chance to talk. The landlady knocked on the counter: "Your young master is called Wang Lu, right? He's already upstairs, the third room on the left on the second floor. Also, remember not to make too much noise here.

"

The bookboy was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly thanked the landlady, and then flew upstairs with joy in his step.

"Master, Master~! I'm coming!"

The landlady got furious and slapped the counter: "I told you to stop making noise, didn't you hear me!?"

Then everyone in the lobby saw a jar of daughter's red fly out from behind the counter and hit the stairs at the foot of the book boy. The little book boy was so frightened that he almost lost his breath. He didn't dare to make any more noise and went upstairs in despair.

However, the boss lady was obviously still angry. She looked around the lobby and quickly picked out the son of a certain country's grand master from the crowd.

"Oh, you, it's you, the one I kicked away before, you just ordered a jar of daughter's red, right? Come and settle the bill, thank you for one thousand taels."

Wen Bao was shocked: "When did I order my daughter's red!?"

"Just now when I threw it out and hit people, what, you want to order another one?"

Seeing that the landlady had already picked up a large wine jar more than two feet high with one hand, Wen Bao looked horrified: "I'll get married, I'll get married now!"

After putting away the ill-gotten gains, the landlady showed no trace of joy on her face. She glanced across the lobby again and sighed in a voice that could be heard by many people.

"A bunch of losers."

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On the second floor, the book boy opened the young master's door with great interest.

"Master, I'm here!"

Wang Lu raised his head in surprise at the desk: "Hey, why are you here!? Go back quickly!"

The book boy stood at the door with no tears, looking pitifully at the young master in the room.

Wang Lu was also helpless: "I remember I told you not to come."

The book boy had a grimace on his face: "The master asked me to come. He said it was unsafe for you to come alone to participate in this Immortal Ascension Conference."

"Is it safe if I take you with me? Your surname is not Du... Alas, my father has always been confused. I told you not to follow him in his confusion."

The book boy emphasized: "The master asked me to come."

Wang Lu sighed: "If he asks you to come, you can break your own leg and take sick leave not to come."

Shutong: "I..."

"If you don't want it to be so tragic, you can drink croton liquid. Anyway..." Wang Lu said this, looking at the innocent look on the boy's face, he shook his head in confusion, "Forget it, come in."

The book boy cheered and ran into the house carrying large and small bags.

Even though he was stupid, he had known that the young master had always been soft-spoken and soft-hearted after being together for many years.

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Contrary to the imagination of many princelings, the scholar and the young master are not nobles of the royal palace, nor are they members of the immortal world.

They are just a pair of ordinary farmers from Wangjia Village in the northeast corner of Gou'er Mountain, Wuhou County, Daming Kingdom East Prefecture, Cangxi Prefecture.

The young master’s surname is Wang, and his name is Lu. He is the son of Mr. Wang, the richest man in Wangjia Village. Before he was nine years old, he had the name Wang Tutu, which was full of local and natural flavor. Later, educated people simplified "Tui" to "Lu", and it barely had a taste of spring and white snow.

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The scholar, whose surname is also Wang, is the son of a merchant in Wang's village. After a tragic accident, both his parents died. The kind-hearted Mr. Wang took him into his home and stayed with his young master Wang Lu as a scholar for seven years.

Seven years have passed, and the young master in the eyes of the book boy is always full of mystery, always so incredible and incomprehensible. More than two years ago, the master hired a gentleman from the Hanzong Library in Fucheng, the host city, at a huge price to guide the young master in his studies.

The old scholar with a goatee was said to have taught seven or eight Jinshi scholars and was a well-known figure in the Ming Dynasty. Soon after he entered the village, he changed the young master's name. However, after only teaching the young master for two years, he lamented that there is really something in this world.

Those who know that they have nothing to teach and dare not mislead others' disciples, so they say goodbye and leave.

When the old scholar said goodbye, he commented that the young master was the number one scholar, and he would have no problem being ranked in the court in the future. Mr. Wang was happy that the only child of the Wang family had a bright future, and that the glory of his ancestors was just around the corner. At the same time, he felt sorry for the old scholar who had advanced his salary for ten years, but refused to return the remaining money.

Eight years.

It is a pity that God did not follow his wishes. Although the young master was a genius, he had no interest in the meaning of poetry and classics, and he had no intention of becoming an official. As soon as the old scholar left, he buried all the books in the yard, saying that he wanted to pay for it.

It would be even more arrogant for future generations to provide energy billions of years later.

"Meat-eaters are despicable and disdainful of others."

Well, the court of the Ming Dynasty didn't pay attention to him anymore, and when the master asked the young master full of doubts what he wanted to do.

"Cultivation of Immortality."

Cultivation!? Mr. Wang was so frightened that he almost couldn't take care of himself.

The immortal way is so easy to cultivate! This is an old saying passed down from ancient times. It is not easy for ordinary people to peep into the mystery of the immortal way! Just the introduction of the immortal way into the body makes most people feel disappointed.

outside.

Only a small number of those who have the luck of heaven and earth and the good fortune of the immortal family have the qualifications to cultivate as immortals. This qualification is called spiritual root.

There is only one person in the Nine Provinces continent who has a spiritual root, and it is even more rare in the past hundred years. It is on the verge of extinction. It is said that it takes ten lifetimes of merit to exchange for a low-grade spiritual root. Mr. Wang has been doing good deeds throughout his life and is now the richest man in Wangjia Village.

, but there is still about seven or eight lifetimes of merit left before you can reach that elusive immortality qualification.

But the son opened his mouth. What else could the father do besides using all his strength to push him to the path of immortality? For a month, Mr. Wang could not think of tea or rice, could not sleep at night, and lost a full ten pounds. Finally, he found his son.

Method.

Everyone in the world knows that it is difficult to cultivate immortality. Fortunately, there is no unstoppable path. Legend has it that there is a magical elixir in the world. After taking it, even a mortal can get a trace of immortality, which means opening the spiritual root. This elixir can now be bought with money. Wangjiacun

The second richest man in China, Wang Dafu, spent one hundred thousand snowflakes of silver to send his son Wang Xiaohu to the Seven Star Gate to practice Taoism.

Mr. Wang was frugal all his life and was reluctant to give up money, but he was even more reluctant to disappoint his son, so he spent the money like water, Beacon Ling, Liuhe Dan, Qixing Tuannafa... The old man put all the resources he could collect in front of his son.

Who would have thought that Wang Lu was not interested at all.

"Dad, you don't know how to cultivate immortality. These things are useless."

Mr. Wang blew his beard and stared: "I spent tens of thousands of taels, how can it be useless?"

Wang Lu was silent for a while and nodded movedly. However, the next day he sold the pile of goods at an increased price of 50% to Wang Dafu and Wang Xiaohu, who were eager for talent next door, which gave his father a break.

In the next few months, Wang Lu never mentioned the matter of immortality again. The whole family thought that the matter had come to an end, and Wang Lu might have lost interest in cultivation. However, a month ago, news of the Lingjian Mountain Immortal Ascension Conference came in

In the village, waves were once again stirred up.

"Dad, I'm going to the Immortal Ascension Conference, please lend me some money."

"What kind of fresh produce conference?"

"It's not a fresh food, it's a gathering for the Spirit Sword Sect to recruit disciples."

"You want to become an immortal again!?"

"I never gave up!"

Regarding his son's persistence, Mr. Wang's choice was to take in a new concubine - there was no way, it seemed that such a large family could not count on Wang Lu, so he could only give birth to a new one.

Of course, Mr. Wang still gave his full support to Wang Lu. The little book boy hurriedly arrived at Lingjian Mountain one day after Wang Lu. The large and small bags behind him were worth no less than 200,000 yuan in silver. Given the wealth of the Wang family,

, is also a number that is enough to break your muscles and bones.

In order for Wang Lu to successfully become an immortal, Mr. Wang risked his own money and showed a deep love for him, which made the little book boy envious and moved at the same time.

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In the room, Wang Lu looked at the book boy's package suspiciously: "What is this?"
To be continued...