Clan Cultivation: I Transmigrated With My Smartphone Chapter 249

In the cave, father and son were talking.

Lu Xuanji was talking about a cold reality and the cruelty of the world.

Ye Xian was unconvinced and said, "Father, did you rely on the backstage to be able to get to this point?"

"Yes!"

Lu Xuanji said: "In the early days of cultivation, the Great Elder was my backstage; later, when my mother and I became Taoist companions, the Ye family was my backstage; later, when Patriarch Jin valued me, Patriarch Jin also It is very backstage. These backstages have resisted too many wind and rain for me, so I can grow up. "

"Otherwise, I would have been forced to die prematurely by force majeure!"

"Backstage, there is no guarantee that cultivators will become strong, but they can withstand some powerful damage. At least they have the protection of Old Ancestor Jin, and in the face of Old Ancestor Jin, those Jindan cultivators will not bully the small. Fu monk, if you want to kill me, you have to find excuses and reasons, and try your best to get rid of suspicion!"

"That's enough, do you understand?"

Ye Xian nodded and said, "My child understands!"

"You go down and ask your brother to come!" Lu Xuanji said.

"Kid, I got it!"

Ye Xian nodded and bowed back.

Lu Xuanji nodded.

Beat the son over.

This son is very smart, not only smart, but also talented, aptitude, and has a special physique, which also makes him feel proud and gives people a sense of contempt.

The humble appearance just now was all disguised.

There is pride in the bones, and some look down on others.

This is also the fault of genius.

God is the eldest, and I am the second. As for his father, he is only a mere three-spirited cultivator... Some look down on him as a father.

So, Lu Xuanji began to beat this son, firstly using Ye Feixue to beat his son; then, using the example of the emperor, to beat his son;

Finally, the importance of the backstage, to beat the son.

What is the root of the Fire Element, and what is the Pure Yang Dao Body? A genius who has not grown up is not as useful as a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

With the help of beating, I want my son to understand that genius is very valuable, and genius is also very worthless.

Whether he really understands it, or fakes it, depends on his fortune!

In a moment, Lu Fan walked in.

"Meet Father!"

Lu Fan stepped forward.

Lu Xuanji was silent, looking at the son.

The eldest son, Lu Xian, belongs to Long Aotian. He is arrogant, arrogant, and defiant. Lu Fan has a strong sense of inferiority. He bows his head and speaks without the courage to speak.

At this point, it is not as good as Xiao Yan.

Xiao Yan used to be a genius after all. He had good aptitude in his youth and made rapid progress. Even if he fell down later and became a fallen genius, after all, he once had a good time, and he also imagined that his qualifications would be restored again.

But Lu Fan is the root of the five spirits, and he is called the root of the waste spirit... Although. The family monks did not call him a waste.

But without comparison, there is no harm.

His parents are both major cultivators of Zifu, and his golden pills are in sight; his elder brother is Tianlinggen, and he has a bright future; as for him, he is only a five-spiritual root.

"Fan'er, what is your ideal?"

Lu Xuanji asked.

"Baby, it's just a mere five spiritual roots. I don't have any ideals. I just want to marry more wives and concubines and have more offspring for the family!" Lu Fan laughed.

He was only twenty-seven years old, and he had three wives and five sons.

Obviously, his mother has lost hope for him. Since he can't become a strong man, he should marry more wives and concubines, have more children, and make more contributions to the family!

His mother had promised him to train him as a foundation-building cultivator, which has surpassed many people.

And if you want to train a Five Spiritual Root cultivator as a Foundation Establishment, the various resources consumed can cultivate ten Foundation Establishment cultivators. It is because he is a son that the mother is willing to spend a lot of resources,

"Van'er..."

Lu Xuanji pondered, thinking of certain words and certain storylines.

Or tell the story of Ye Hei, about a certain young man with a desolate body, abruptly proving the Tao against the sky, and creating a legend for a generation.

inappropriate.

The rise of Ye Tiandi, that is called the life of opening and hanging, there is a background to cultivate immortals.

Or tell a story called Ning Laomo, a story that started in the fairy world of rain, a story of 'my life is like a butterfly smashing reincarnation'. A ghostly story.

inappropriate! inappropriate!

Ning Laomo's backstage was even bigger. At the beginning, Han Yuanji was in the backstage, and after four days, there was a quasi-sage, the Great Emperor of Chaos, and later the two sages and the Immortal Emperor Zidou in the backstage.

Even in the future, in the real world, seven or eight immortal emperors may jump out as the backstage.

"Mortal... Come here, I'll check your body!"

Lu Xuanji said.

"Yes!"

Lu Fan stepped forward and approached his father.

Divine Sense has insight, and a trace of True Yuan enters the body, constantly analyzing.

Try to detect what is special about this son.

There is no special physique, and there is no inheritance of his pure yang body;

Check the spiritual root again, the spiritual root is mixed, it is the five spiritual roots.

Motivating the secret technique, he began to gain insight into his son's luck. The son's luck was red, but he was a little stronger than ordinary monks, and he had no great luck.

Going up and down, checking for a long time, the five spiritual roots are qualified, there is no special physique, and the luck is average.

"There is a roll of exercises here, look at it!"

Lu Xuanji took out a roll of exercises and began to test his son's comprehension.

After about a moment, disappointed.

Lu Fan's comprehension is average, but the level of ordinary people.

I checked it again, trying to find out its brilliance, its excellence, but nothing came of it.

Waste Wood Stream~www.mtlnovel.com~ seems to be talking about waste wood, but in essence, it is possible to turn waste into treasure. As long as the rust on it is brushed off, it can show the side of treasure.

But Lu Fan is really useless.

The path of a monk mainly includes spiritual roots, physique, luck, understanding, etc. Many factors are superimposed together.

But Lu Fan is good. He has five spiritual aptitudes, no special physique, average luck, and average understanding. This is no longer a waste of firewood, but it is a waste of firewood itself.

"Fan'er, now there are two choices!"

Lu Xuanji opened his mouth and said: "First, you continue, marry wives and concubines, have more children, and contribute to the family, this kind of life is easy and free; second, I will improve your spiritual roots, improve your aptitude and understanding, and let you Change your destiny. But if Wulinggen wants to defy destiny, you need to pay a huge price and sacrifice, and you will have a hard life."

"Two choices, two lives, different fates, now you can make a choice?"

PS: Calvin, there will be an update in the morning. Make it up depending on the situation!

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