Chapter 52: Tight Sewing

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

Seeing Zheng Fa laughing, the lady shook her head and said, "Don't be so quick to laugh. Although I don't know why that Yuanying Zhenren didn't accept you directly, and I can't guess the actions of these big shots, but even if you really invite him out, this quota will not be given to you."

"Ten years ago, I gave one quota to my mother's family and the other to my own daughter, and the Zhao family was about to rebel." For some reason, the lady's face showed deep sarcasm: "This time, one of the two quotas goes to my stupid son, and the other can only be used to appease them. There is no way I can give it to you, a little book boy."

Zheng Fa nodded, not feeling disappointed.

He made the request only to allay his wife's doubts.

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

"Miss?"

"According to the rules of Qingmu Sect, inner disciples can choose two followers from among the mortals."

Zheng Fa began to understand what his wife meant.

"But I'm not giving it to you for free." The lady pointed at the two books on the table and said, "I don't care what method you use, or whether you have any method or not, that fool has to ascend to the immortal gate."

"If he goes in, even if you don't do anything, I will still give you a position as a close follower."

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

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

“I understand.”

According to the Seventh Young Master, he was very confident about the Ascension Gate, and the Madam had given him a place as a personal attendant.

The lady suddenly said, "I actually thought about killing you."

"I know."

Madam laughed: "You don't believe it? Do you know what the Zhao family's ancestor's cultivation level was?"

“I don’t know.”

"Nascent Soul." Madam picked up the teacup in her hand and took a sip: "Don't be afraid, it will pass away in meditation."

"What does ma'am mean?"

"Although the ancestor is gone, he 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 the ordinary-looking building.

“You’re really smart.”

The admiration in the lady's tone became more and more obvious. The teacup in her hand slowly tilted, and the tea slowly flowed out of the edge of the cup.

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

The carved beams and painted buildings above his head turned into rotating stars, and the cushion under his buttocks turned into cold and wet rocks, making his calves feel chilly as he knelt on the ground.

The low table in front of him disappeared, and in its place appeared a bottomless cliff. Zheng Fa sat on the edge of the cliff. The cold wind blew up his clothes from between the cliffs, making it almost impossible for him to open his eyes.

The lady's figure had disappeared, leaving only the tea pouring down from the teacup, like a river from the sky falling into a canyon, turning into a turbulent and roaring waterfall, with water vapor blowing towards one's face along with a roar.

The lady's cold words were heard in the sharp wind: "The ancestors left this magic weapon to protect the tribe. Although my cultivation is low, I can resist a Yuanying and hold on until the formation is activated. It is not impossible for Qingmu Sect to come to help."

"I really want to know whether that Yuanying Zhenren will fight to the death with Qingmu Sect for a mortal who can't even practice Qi."

Zheng Fa finally understood why the lady had been in charge of the Zhao family for twenty years without anyone daring to resist her - she was an immortal cultivator! The Zhao family said that they had immortals from generation to generation, but Zheng Fa had never seen a real immortal cultivator. He didn't expect that the lady was one.

In the blink of an eye, the scene in front of him returned to its original state.

The warm and dry futon, the steaming tea, and the wife smiling at him lazily, it seemed as if everything that had just happened was just a dream.

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

"when?"

"That's the one I least believe in."

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 couldn't bring herself to speak: "Early this morning, a fool came over, crying and saying the same thing as me."

The curtain in the corner moved slightly.

Zheng Fa and others acted as if they didn't see it.

"This fool is not smart when he should be smart, but he can see things clearly when he shouldn't be smart..."

Zheng Fa silently looked at the tea in front of him. The hot steam seemed to flow from his eyes into his heart.

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

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

"I never believe what others say. I only look at what they 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 trust you once. Don't let me down."

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

"May you keep your word. Go down."

Watching Zheng Fa slowly walk down the stairs, the Seventh Young Master came out from behind the curtain in the corner, puzzled: "Mother, are you really going to use the family heirloom to kill him?"

The lady rolled her eyes: "Scare him."

"scare?"

"Help me up."

"mother?"

"With my limited cultivation, if this magic weapon moves a little, I will lose half my life. Do I really want to fight against Yuanying? Do you believe it or not, I will die in front of him if he doesn't make a move?"

The lady leaned on the couch, her face pale, and suddenly asked, "Fan'er?"

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"Hmm?" The Seventh Young Master looked at his mother a little confused, and saw that the lady was looking at him seriously.

"Do you know why I want to meet him and give him this position as a personal attendant?"

"The two books?"

"Yes and no. You will enter the Immortal Gate in two months." Madam touched her child's head, rarely showing a trace of weakness and reluctance in front of her son, and confided some of her inner thoughts: "The Immortal Gate is not a paradise. He is a talented person. Mother also hopes that you will have a helper in the future. If he can help you once one day, mother will tolerate him."

"mother."

"Given your personality, I didn't want to send you to the Immortal Gate."

The Seventh Young Master lowered his head and said nothing.

"Zheng Fa is right. Parents can never prevail against their children." The lady was not angry. She just looked at her son tenderly and greedily: "The Immortal Gate is far away. In the future, I will no longer be able to protect you. This is all I can do."

…

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

Madam, do you 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 as if she had indeed prepared for the worst.

but……

Just like what the madam said, he is just a little book boy who hasn't even reached the Qi Refining Stage. Is it worth it for the Zhao family to offend a Yuanying stage?

This threat was probably just to tell me how much the Seventh Young Master loved me, and to show his kindness on his behalf.

Thinking of this, Zheng Fa couldn't help but smile with a hint of self-mockery.

Who would have thought that having a worthless life could be an advantage?

"Zheng Fa, when I first saw you, I didn't expect you to be where you are today." Seeing him smile, Butler Wu said enviously, "The young master values ​​you, and the lady treats you differently. In the past twenty years, I have never seen a man who could enter the curtain."

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

I don't blame the lady for being arrogant and suspicious.

It’s just that I don’t like this kind of 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 reminder when he came, this person had wanted to make friends with him, and now there was an even more flattering look on his face.

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

"Climb the Immortal Gate? The courtyard wall?" Butler Wu was stunned, looking at Zheng Fa strangely, as if he thought he was a little stupid: "Once you climb the Immortal Gate, you will be in the Immortal's home. Let alone the courtyard wall, these mountains and steep cliffs will be like flat ground. You can go wherever you want without fear and be free."

"Yes, once you reach the gate of immortality, you will be free from fear and terror and achieve great freedom."

…

Modern classroom.

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

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

"Nightmare? What did you dream about?"

"I dreamed of a world that was not so beautiful."

Wang Chen tilted his head, frowned and thought for a while: "I think there is no world more awful than this world where we have a monthly exam tomorrow."

(End of this chapter)