Mysterious mirror hanging high

"Yuanchen! How can you talk to your uncle like that? You have no manners at all!" Mu Pei scolded him indifferently, but Zhao Yuanchen was still smiling. It was obvious that Mu Pei, as a mother, was not very good at talking, and this little devil didn't take it to heart.

"It's okay."

Jing Yu shook his head, squatted in front of Zhao Yuanchen, and gently flicked his forehead. He scolded with a smile: "Zhao Yuanchen, you dare to block my uncle's way. When did you become a sword cultivator?"

"Grandpa Uncle, I'm going to have my spiritual roots tested tomorrow! Grandma said that as long as you have spiritual roots, you can become an immortal like Grandpa Uncle and my uncle, able to fly and escape into the sky!"

"If you can't find out your spiritual roots, you can't become an immortal, right?" Jing Yu's eyes flashed and he said in a deep voice.

"No! Grandma said that I have had the appearance of an immortal since I was a child. It must be the secret nourishment of my spiritual roots that have not yet manifested. I will become a foundation-building cultivator in the future!"

"If I become an immortal, I will definitely become a swordsman who can break all laws with one sword! Using an immortal sword to take someone's head from a thousand miles away, how cool!"

Zhao Yuanchen waved the peach wood sword a few times and said arrogantly, "Then I'll show those scabby little dogs on East Street how powerful I am!"

Mu Pei frowned and shouted, "Yuan Chen, where did you learn all those dirty words?! Have you memorized all the Thousand Character Essay from yesterday?"

Zhao Yuanchen stuck out his tongue, made a face at Mu Pei, and went out to play in the yard with his peach wood sword.

"Alas, this child has been spoiled by his mother and has become lawless. He is a cause for concern." Mu Pei's face showed a sad expression and he sighed.

Jing Yu stroked his chin, then glanced at Zhao Yuanxi, who was sitting quietly reading a book on the other side of the yard, and said, "I'll go see Yuanxi."

Zhao Yuanxi was just flipping through a book with her head down when she suddenly felt something dark above her head. She was startled and looked up to find Jing Yu squatting in front of her, staring at her with a smile.

"Uncle!" The six-year-old girl's eyes lit up and she called out sweetly. She was so engrossed in reading that she didn't even hear Jing Yu coming in.

"Yuan Xi, are you reading the Thousand Character Classic?"

Zhao Yuanxi shook his head and said, "I've already memorized the Thousand Character Classic. There's no need to read it again. This is another book."

"Oh?" Jing Yu swept his mind and was slightly startled when he saw the title of the book.

[A complete guide to practicing talismans for mortals].

"Yuan Xi, what are you looking at this for?"

"I found it in my uncle's (Mu Shan) study," Zhao Yuanxi whispered. "I heard from my father and mother that an immortal in Xiaoyao Immortal City has created several new talismans that mortals can draw. There are several small workshops on Neifang East Street that are short of workers. My family has praised my good calligraphy, so maybe I can go draw talismans to supplement the family income."

"How do you know all this at such a young age?" Jing Yu frowned and said, "Aren't you going to have your spiritual roots tested tomorrow? If you have spiritual roots and are able to practice, then the most important thing is to focus on improving your cultivation level. You don't have to worry about these trivial matters."

"Uncle, I heard that spiritual roots are hard to come by, only one in a hundred thousand or a million people. The descendants of cultivators are still better off. Yuanxi's parents are both mortals, how could they have any spiritual roots..." Zhao Yuanxi sniffed, "Grandma said that in this market, if mortals want to live a good life, they must have a skill. I think drawing talismans is a way out."

"Besides, when it comes to getting married in the future, good families won't want mortals who can't do anything. If Yuan Xi can have a skill, at least she can marry better."

"Is this what your grandma told you?" Jing Yu's face darkened. "Yuan Xi, do you want to get married?"

"I, I...I have no say in this matter." Zhao Yuanxi lowered his head and stammered.

"Just tell me whether you want to or not."

"I... I certainly don't want to." Zhao Yuanxi secretly glanced in Mu Pei's direction and muttered, "If given the chance, who wouldn't want to be that soaring immortal?"

"Okay, Yuan Xi, since you don't want to get married, then don't get married." Jing Yu smiled and said, "With my uncle here, no one can force you."

"Uncle, you are so nice!" Zhao Yuanxi grinned.

"Yuan Xi, if you had spiritual roots, what kind of cultivator would you like to be?"

"Yuan Xi also likes to use swords!"

"Then why don't you buy a peach wood sword to play with?"

Zhao Yuanxi's mouth drooped. "That peach wood sword is said to be made of thirty-year-old [Spiritual Core Peach Wood]. It's very expensive, costing three Spiritual Coins. My father bought it for my brother, promising that we could share it."

"But my brother never stops holding my hand, and I'm too embarrassed to ask him for more..."

"Silly child, in a situation like this, you should fight when you need to." Jing Yu touched Zhao Yuanxi's little head, and with a flip of his other hand, five spirit coins suddenly appeared in his palm: "Here, this is pocket money given to you by your uncle."

Zhao Yuanxi was startled and quickly waved his hands, saying, "Uncle, no need!"

Then he whispered, "Uncle, to be honest, my uncle secretly gave me three spirit coins yesterday and asked me to buy an identical one!"

Old Mu... Jing Yu was slightly startled, then smiled and said, "Uncle is my uncle's, and great-uncle is my great-uncle's. They are two different things."

"Take this money secretly, keep it close to your body, don't tell your parents, and don't tell your grandmother. Buy whatever you want."

Zhao Yuanxi stared longingly at the five spiritual coins in Jing Yu's hand. As if he had made up his mind, he looked away with difficulty and said with pursed lips, "Uncle, why don't you give this money to mother? We need money for everything in our family..."

"It's an adult matter, why should a child worry about it? Just take it." Jing Yu forcefully stuffed the five spiritual coins into Zhao Yuanxi's small hand.

"Well, uncle! How about this!" Zhao Yuanxi seemed to have come up with the best of both worlds and said happily, "I'll secretly keep two for myself, and give the other three to my parents to supplement the family income!"

"Okay, okay...I'll do as you wish." Jing Yu sighed and picked up Zhao Yuanxi: "Good boy."

Zhao Yuanxi pinched Jing Yu's face and said, "Uncle, why is your face so hard, tough, and smooth?"

She tilted her head, as if considering a metaphor, and after a moment she said, "It's as hard as iron, as tough as cowhide, and as smooth as white jade. How strange!"

"And how come you never age?" Zhao Yuanxi frowned slightly and pouted, "My aunt and uncle are both cultivators, but my aunt already has a few white beards!"

Jing Yu smiled and said, "That's because I've practiced physical training, which helps strengthen your appearance and maintain youth."

"Grandma also practices physical training, so why does she look so old? There are so many wrinkles on her face."

"That's because your grandma can't practice at home."

Zhao Yuanxi frowned and sighed heavily: "Alas, it's really ugly to be old. Yuanxi doesn't want to get old."

"Then don't grow old." Jing Yu smiled gently:

"When little Yuanxi grows up, he will practice physical training with his uncle. Then Yuanxi will be like his uncle and never grow old!"