In the middle of spring, warm lake breeze blows from the sky above Zhenze Lake, sweeping the entire Binhu Town with warmth.

The willows by the lake were a little bleak, but new branches had been drawn out of the withered branches, and emerald green buds dotted the newly grown branches.

The long wicker is soft and light, hanging down like thousands of green ribbons, whirling and dancing in the warm lake breeze.

At this time, on a pier outside Binhu Town, large boats measuring several meters in length have been neatly arranged on the lake.

On the shore of the lake, a large group of mortals in Binhu Town gathered here.

Some of them are carrying a huge package on their shoulders, some are pushing a wheelbarrow, the car is full of big bags for salutes, and some of them are holding an old scalper, also on the back of the cow. A small salute...

At this time, on a small mound not far away, an old man stood tremblingly there.

This old man was dressed in Chinese clothes, like a rich man in the world, but when you look carefully, you can feel the pressure that is unique to the monk on the old man.

Beside the old man, a middle-aged man who was practicing Qi on the fourth floor stood respectfully.

"Are everyone here?" the old man asked slowly.

After hearing the old man's question, the middle-aged man quickly replied:

"Father, there are a total of 362 people from this group of migrating tribes, and they have all gathered here!"

"Are all the boats ready?"

"All arrangements have been made, just wait for Yangshan to come!"

"It's so good!"

The old man nodded immediately, then cast his gaze on the crowd not far away, then passed the crowd and looked at the lake in the distance, and said with some emotion:

"How many batches is this this year?"

"It's already the fourth batch!"

"The fourth batch... It's better to live a peaceful life!"

The old man murmured, then fell silent again.

...

This old man in Chinese clothes is naturally the guard of Binhu Town, Shen Huantong.

It's just that he looks a bit older now compared to ten years ago.

In that flood, the old man was also badly injured and lost more than ten years of his life. Looking at it now, it might not be many years to live!

However, Shen Huantong was relieved now, and he was not afraid of the approaching death.

The only thing he is worried about now is his great-grandson of the Three Spiritual Root qualifications.

Although his great-grandson has the qualifications of three spirit roots, he still needs someone to help him if he wants to build a foundation.

But their family didn't have a deep foundation on Yunbifeng. After he sat, who had the highest cultivation level in the family, his great-grandson lost his only support.

Fortunately, he helped his great-grandson open up some relationships many years ago, and his great-grandson has become an alchemist, and he will be able to walk a little better in the future.

What he hopes most in his heart now is that the family can take care of his great-grandson after he sits down for more than 40 years of hard work and diligence!

...

At this time, among the group of mortals gathered on the shore of the lake.

A five- or six-year-old boy looked at the people around him, then pulled the man's sleeve aside, and asked:

"Father, where are we going!"

The man leaned down, touched the boy's head and smiled:

"Go to Yangshan!"

"Why are you going to Yangshan?"

"To live a better life!"

"That……"

Seeing the boy still asking questions, the woman beside him quickly took his hand and smiled and said:

"Huan'er, don't ask your father first, you'll know it then!"

"Oh!"

...

After about half a stick of incense, a Dharma ship exuding spiritual power fluctuations slowly sailed into this pier from a distance.

After a while, five monks of the Shen family dressed in black clan uniforms appeared on the dock.

After seeing these five people, the hundreds of mortals gathered here suddenly boiled.

"Mother, is this the fairy master?"

The boy looked at the five family monks, with a look of yearning in his eyes.

"Well, that's the fairy master of the family!" The woman's voice was full of respect.

After hearing the woman's words, the boy stopped talking, but there was still a strange look in his eyes.

On the other side, after Shen Huantong saw the family monk coming down from the Dharma ship, they rushed to the dock.

A man in a black tribal uniform bowed to Shen Huan and asked:

"Uncle Seventeen, are you ready?"

"Everything is ready, just waiting for you!" Shen Huantong said with a smile.

"Okay, let all the people board the ship!"

The black-robed man looked at the dark crowd underground and said.

"good!"

Shen Huantong nodded in response, and then ordered to the monk beside him.

...

In this way, under the guidance of the guards of the town guard house, more than 300 mortals of the Shen family gathered on the shore began to board the big boats parked in the dock in an orderly manner.

In the crowd, the little boy named Huan'er followed the middle-aged man and woman and started walking towards a wooden boat.

Although his footsteps did not stop, his head kept looking at the direction of the family monks, with complex expressions flashing in his eyes, with awe, curiosity, and worship...Of course, he was more yearning!

However, it didn't take long before he followed his parents into the cabin, and the monks completely disappeared from his sight.

On the dock, when he saw that the tribe had boarded the ship, Shen Huantong said to the black-robed man and the four people behind him:

"The next step is up to you!"

"Uncle Seventeen rest assured, we will definitely **** these people to Yangshan safely!"

Then he turned his head to look at the four clansmen behind him and said:

"Let's set off too, one person guarding the other side!"

"Yes!"

...

Half an hour later, dozens of large ships stopped at the pier of Binhu Town raised their sails at the same time, and with the help of the violent southeast wind, they sailed towards Yangshan.

In the cabin of a big ship, the little boy in Huan'er sat silently next to his parents, but his eyes still flashed with a strange light.

Suddenly, he seemed to remember something, and cried out to the middle-aged man with some joy:

"Father, tell me the story of the flood again!"

"Don't talk about it, I've said it countless times!"

Hearing this, the boy's face couldn't help showing a disappointed look, and then he looked at his father with a bitter expression.

After seeing the desire in his child's eyes, he couldn't help but shook his head and smiled:

"Good good, dad speak!"

In a short moment, the little boy changed his disappointed look before, and a happy smile appeared on his little face.

"That was a flood more than ten years ago. Your father and I were still a hairy boy, and followed your grandfather to the city wall of Binhu Town to resist the attack of monsters.

The flood was extremely serious that time, and many monsters gathered outside the city, and there was even a crab the size of a hill.

...

In order to protect Binhu Town, the three immortal masters went out to fight the crab, and the battle was really faint.

...

In the end, the Immortal Master Zhuji on Yunbi Peak killed the crab and saved Binhu Town! "

The middle-aged man narrated vividly the deeds of the year, and his words showed a sense of pride from time to time.

At the same time, the strange color in the little boy's eyes became more intense.

Suddenly, the little boy said with a serious expression on his face:

"Father, I also want to be a fairy teacher!"

For a moment, the middle-aged man and his wife both froze for a moment, and both looked up at the little boy.

Why didn't they know the idea in this child's heart, but they didn't expect that he was so sure this time.

The middle-aged man was slightly stunned, then smiled and praised:

"Huan'er is so ambitious!"

"Father, mother, what I said is true!"

Seeing that the middle-aged man and his wife didn't care, the little boy became anxious.

Seeing his child's serious appearance, the middle-aged man returned to his serious face, and said solemnly:

"Huan'er, this immortal master doesn't mean that he can be one if he wants to be, he must have spiritual roots!"

"Then do I have spiritual roots?" the boy asked anxiously.

"I don't know your father!" The middle-aged man shook his head and said.

Seeing the disappointed look on the boy's face again~lightnovelpub.net~ the woman beside her quickly comforted:

"Huan'er, you are five years old, and you can go up the mountain to test for spiritual roots in one year!"

"Really?"

The boy's face showed an innocent smile again, and he jumped happily in the cabin.

Seeing his son’s excitement, the middle-aged man was silent for a long time before speaking slowly:

"Huan'er, if you become an immortal master in the future, you must take on the responsibility of an immortal master and take good care of your family!"

"My boy remembered!"

At this moment, what none of the three people here knew was that the simple words that the middle-aged man confessed today became what the boy has been doing all his life!

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What years are there to be quiet, but someone is carrying the weight for you!