tune into god

Lu Qingyang lingered outside the small courtyard for a long time, until his father's loud shout came from inside the house, and he could not help but bite the bullet and walked into the courtyard.

How could he have forgotten that with his father's cultivation, it was only natural to notice him appearing outside the courtyard.

"Father, my son is here to greet you." Lu Qingyang pushed open the door, knelt down to greet his father respectfully, but did not dare to stand up.

Lu Juntian looked at his youngest son who was kneeling upright with hatred, and felt it was a pity no matter how he looked at it, he sighed and said, "Qingyang, how old are you this year?"

"Go back to father, the child is nine years old this year." Lu Qingyang's back was covered with sweat, knowing that his father called him, there was no good at all, and he was even more careful in his words.

"Then how many levels have you refined?" Lu Juntian's eyes shot a cold light, and he saw the expression on Lu Qingyang's face exactly.

Lu Qingyang buried his face even lower, and after a long while he opened his mouth and said, "Father, the child is still... a level of Qi refining..."

Lu Juntian almost crushed the teacup in his hand, and shot back and forth on Lu Qingyang's body for a long time unwillingly, after confirming that the kid didn't have the guts to lie to him, he couldn't help but turn pale, waved his hands casually and said: "Go down, remember to go back and study hard Refining Qi."

Lu Qingyang nodded yes, stepped back out of the hall, and carefully closed the door.

Lu Juntian closed his eyes, listening to the stumbling footsteps walking away slowly, he sighed after a long time: "Qing Ming, do you think there is still hope for Qing Yang?"

Following his questioning, a boy who was only thirteen or fourteen years old turned out from behind the screen. This person was dressed in white, and he already had a clear and elegant appearance at a young age, and his brows were somewhat similar to Lu Qingyang.It's just that his youthful demeanor, which is full of spring breeze, is completely different from Lu Qingyang's cautious and inferior mentality.

Lu Qingming frowned, knowing what his father was talking about.The Lu family is an aristocratic family of cultivators entrenched in one side. Although they are not comparable to the sect of cultivators, they also have strict family rules.If the children of the Lu family fail to reach the third level of Qi refining before the age of ten, they will be transferred to outer sect disciples, start to learn characters, and then work in the shop of the Lu family. end.This clan rule is very strict, no matter who it is, they must abide by it. If they don't have the roots of cultivation and wisdom, then staying in the inner sect will be a torment.Even though Lu Juntian is the patriarch of this generation, he has no right to use power for his son's personal gain.

Lu Juntian stroked the thin wall of the fine white porcelain cup with his hands, took a sip of the cold tea without taste, and sighed: "Qingyang used to be the immortal root wisdom body that everyone admired, if it wasn't for four years ago... If it weren't for four years ago..." Lu Juntian couldn't continue, four years ago Lujiabao was attacked at night, the target of the attackers was not Zangshuge or the treasure house, but Lu Qingyang.

Everyone knew that if the Immortal Root Wisdom Body was born, the Lu family would rise like the sun, and the other party must strangle this red sun in its infancy.

If his wife hadn't risked her life to protect her, how could Lu Qingyang be alive at this time...

A trace of anger also flashed across Lu Qingming's eyes. Lu Qingyang was only five years old back then, and his memory was not deep.But he was already nine years old at that time, and seeing his loving mother die in his father's arms with his own eyes became an indelible nightmare.He gritted his teeth and swore: "Father, although I don't know who killed my mother and Qingyang, I swear, I will take revenge!"

Lu Juntian nodded in relief. Lu Qingming had broken through the fifth level of Qi refining the day before yesterday, and he was already the most dazzling genius in the family's hundreds of years of history.It can be seen that the incident four years ago deeply stimulated him.However, Lu Juntian didn't pay much attention to what the eldest son said, the assassin who attacked that night was at least a Xiantian sect.The Lu family is such a big family, the tallest is only two elders of the tenth level of refining Qi, and there is not even a sect who has broken through the innate realm of foundation establishment, so it can be seen that there is no way to avenge this enmity.

Lu Juntian's heart was as cold as water, and the thought of avenging his wife had been completely suppressed when he learned about it four years ago.

"Father, don't worry, even if Qingyang becomes a disciple of the outer sect in the future, with my care, he should have no worries for the rest of his life." Lu Qingming didn't know what his father had in mind, so he calmed down, although it was a pity for his little brother, but this is already The best way.

After all, after my little brother was seriously injured, it was as if he had lost his chance to refine Qi. He stayed at the first level of Qi refining, and he would never move forward.In this case, it is better to be an idle child for a lifetime.

Lu Juntian also knew that there was nothing he could do, but he was still not reconciled, there could only be one Immortal Root Wisdom Body out of tens of millions of people, and this was the only way to go now, so he held a glimmer of hope and called Lu Qingyang to ask again and again.

It's just that every time he got an answer that disappointed him.

"Forget it, I won't force him anymore." Lu Juntian shook his head and sighed, completely giving up.

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Lu Qingyang didn't know that his father and elder brother were worrying about him, so he walked around the main house a few times with ease, avoided crowded places, and walked to the small courtyard where he lived alone.

It's not that he is willing to go far away, but that in the main house, he, a person at the first level of Qi refining, is really too eye-catching.Even my little cousin, who just started learning Qi refining at the age of five, has already broken through the second floor.

So he is already recognized as a good-for-nothing, the object of everyone's teasing.

Over the years, he has become more and more taciturn. He can only reply a few words in front of his father. He doesn't speak at all on weekdays. No matter how others make fun of him, he will never reply.

Because he knew they were not wrong at all.

He is indeed a piece of shit.

Back in the small courtyard where he lived alone, Lu Qingyang closed the door.Although the Lu family is a big family, they pay attention to cultivating the self-cultivation of their children. Except for three meals a day, there will be servants to deliver meals, and there is no one to serve them at other times.

Lu Qingyang likes this very much. He likes to be quiet, and he wishes he could stop contacting people every day, so that no one will keep reminding him that he is actually a good-for-nothing.

Looking at the empty room, Lu Qingyang was stunned for a while, then sat on the futon beside the bed, cross-legged to practice Qi.

In fact, he knew that in the Lu family, there was no one who worked harder than him.Twelve hours a day, except for eating and sleeping, he hardly ever goes out, and spends all his time refining qi.But he didn't know why he couldn't refine qi successfully, and stayed in the embarrassing state of qi refining forever.

The sky outside the window darkened, Lu Qingyang collected his breath and stood up, not surprisingly, he found that the true energy in his body was still empty.

This kind of situation happens every day, so he didn't show any expression. He opened the courtyard door and took back the food that the servant left outside the door.

The food was already a bit cold, but Lu Qingyang was not picky, he settled the dinner with a few mouthfuls, put the food basket outside the door again, and walked into the house again.

This time, he was not in a hurry to refine Qi, but took out a dagger from his waist and carefully put it in his hand to examine it carefully.

If it was seen by other children of the Lu family, they would definitely be ridiculed for a while.Because the dagger in Lu Qingyang's hand was inconspicuous, and there was still a lot of rust on the sheath. Even if it was thrown on the street, no one would pick it up.But Lu Qingyang regarded it as a treasure.

In fact, it is not regarded as a treasure, but extremely valued.In this world, only Lu Qingyang knew where this dagger came from.

It was precisely when the mysterious man in black killed his mother four years ago, he randomly grabbed it from the other party's waist.

Although he didn't know the origin of the other party, he also vaguely knew that it was impossible for a Xiantian sect to wear a scrap iron around his waist.

Lu Qingyang turned the dagger in a circle, and at the end of the handle, there was a recognizable Chinese character.

Although Lu Qingyang is nine years old this year, he has also started to practice calligraphy. He knows that it is the word "Lin".

He didn't understand the purpose of this dagger, but he also knew that this dagger was the only clue to find his mother.

He still remembers how his mother recklessly stood in front of him that night, and still remembers his father's dejected expression when he heard the elder explain that the other party was a Xiantian sect.

So he didn't give the dagger to his father.

His father gave up on avenging his mother, but he didn't.

Although he only has one level of Qi Refining!

Lu Qingyang repeatedly flipped the dagger in his hand.Avenge my mother!This is the reason why he kept motivating himself for so many days and nights over the years.

But why does he only have one layer of Qi Refining!

Under Lu Qingyang's agitation, the uncontrollable zhenqi ran wildly in his body, and injected a little into the dagger in his hand.

The word "Lin" in the seal script suddenly flickered, like a gem.

The room was very dark and there were no lights on, so Lu Qingyang noticed it all at once and froze on the spot.