"Sister Xiaoxiao, this is our school. We will study here from now on. Come with me!"

"Yes, Master, there are many children like us here! The house here is so big!"

Dayue Xiaoyue and the others went to the big class. Xiaolan held Xiaoxiao's hand all the way, and they walked into the small class of the school where the children had just entered.

"Look, that girl is so ugly. Why is she walking with Xiaolan?"

"Yeah, what's that on that ugly girl's face? It's so ugly!"

"Xiao Lazy, who is this ugly girl? She doesn't seem to be from our village!"

Then he came to the school table and sat down.

Every child in the school, seeing the birthmark on Xiaoxiao’s face, pointed and said anything.

The little girl looked at so many strange children and naturally knew what they were talking about. She lowered her head and held Xiaolan's hand tightly, not daring to let go.

"Hmph, shut up all of you. If anyone dares to say that my little sister Xiaoxiao is ugly, I'll beat him to death!"

Most of the children in the school, seeing Xiaolan's angry look, were obedient and said nothing.

But there was a little boy among them, who came over with a look of disdain due to his height.

Not only was this kid half a head taller than Yang Xiaolan, he was also chubby.

The child's name is Zhang Dabiao, and he is the son of Zhang Ruhua from Dahe Village.

It looks like he looks completely different from his father. From the outside, he looks like a rough little boy.

"Hmph, don't think that because you are the son of the village chief, I am afraid of you. Is this girl just ugly? Why don't you let people tell you? I just said it. She is ugly. What can you do to me?

"

Zhang Dabiao, who is half a head taller than Xiaolan, just finished speaking.

Bang.

Xiaolan stretched out a fist and punched him with a fierce look on his face.

"See if you still dare to say that, I'll beat you to death."

Xiaolan has been hanging out with two older sisters who love to fight and make trouble since he was a child.

Dayue, Xiaoyue, Xiaobai and the others always give Xiaolan some fighting routines. Yang Xiaolan, who looks honest and gentle on the surface, is actually very fierce. It's really not easy.

After punching Zhang Dabiao with one punch, he kicked him out again without giving him a chance to fight back. Zhang Dabiao started to cry loudly after being beaten on the spot.

"Master, don't fight anymore, stop it, don't fight."

"Little lazy brother, what's going on? Why are you starting to fight? Stop fighting!"

At this moment, Ma Xiaoqiang and Lin Xiaoxiao came over from outside the school. When they saw the situation, they quickly stepped forward to intervene.

"Whoa whoa whoa...!"

"Tell me, do you dare to talk nonsense again in the future? Do you dare to say that my Xiaoxiao sister is ugly again?"

"I don't dare anymore. I don't dare even now. Please forgive me, little lazy boy! Wuwu...!"

Yang Xiaolan was currently riding on Zhang Dabiao, in a posture that no one could try to stop.

He had a fierce face and raised his fist, ready to strike at any time.

"Hmph, if any of you dare to say that my Xiaoxiao sister is ugly again, just like him, see if I don't beat him to death!"

Yang Xiaolan then stood up and gave up.

Zhang Dabiao became much more honest now, with his head hanging down, not even daring to raise it. All the other children sitting in the school were too frightened to say a word.

"Master, thank you, master. Does your hand hurt? Don't fight again in the future!"

Xiaoxiao took Yang Xiaolan's arm, looked at him with a worried look and whispered instructions.

The little girl naturally knew that her young master fought for her, and at the same time she was deeply moved in her heart.

Yang Xiaolan looked at her and grinned: "Don't worry, sister Xiaoxiao, I'm very good at fighting. As long as they don't come to trouble us, I won't bully them!"

Clang clang clang!

As the college bell rang, it signaled the start of today's class.

A teacher who looked to be in his thirties and had a mustache came in from outside with some new books, pens, ink, paper and inkstones in his hands.

"Well, hello, students!" The teacher looked majestic and looked at the students in the audience.

"Hello, sir!" All the children in the school stood up and replied in unison.

"Well, who is Xiaoxiao's classmate?"

All the children looked at Yang Xiaolan and Yang Xiaolan at the same time.

"Sister Xiaoxiao, stand up quickly. Your husband is going to give you new books, pens, ink, paper and inkstones!"

The little girl next to Yang Xiaolan looked nervous, raised her hands and stood up.

"Hello sir, I just smiled." The little girl stood up and replied timidly.

The teacher couldn't help but be surprised when he saw the little girl Xiaoxiao, especially the large birthmark on her face.

After all, as a teacher, he then showed a gentle smile: "Well, hello, Xiaoxiao, because you just entered the school today and came to the school for the first day to study. These books, pen, ink, paper and inkstone will be yours from now on.

There are school supplies, take them!"

"Sister Xiaoxiao, go quickly, those will be your books and study tools from now on!" Yang Xiaolan at the side urged her.

He looked at the books, pens, inks, papers and inkstones with a smile, his little face flushed with excitement, and finally nodded with a smile, left his seat and walked towards the front.

"Thank you, sir."

Xiaoxiao took the book, pen, ink, paper and inkstone handed to her by the teacher.

The two little hands were clasped in their arms, with their rosy little faces full of joy, they turned around and returned to their seats.

Yang Xiaolan looked at her like that and kept smiling.

"Okay, let's start class."

Then, the voice of the teacher teaching came to mind in the classroom.

Yang Xiaolan, Xiaoxiao, Lin Xiaoxiao, Ma Xiaoqiang and the others were all listening attentively.

Let’s talk about Yang Donglai at this time.

Right here at the ancestral hall.

One by one, spiritual root seeds and spiritual beads were distributed to each person for them to take.

Buzz buzz...!

Everyone in front of him drank the spirit root seed gathering beads.

One after another, the spiritual roots in the body were activated.

Then pass the Spirit Testing Stone Test.

"Haha, I have the Five Elements Spiritual Root. I finally have the spiritual root. I can finally practice!"

"Great, I have the four spiritual roots of water, wood, fire, and earth. I can also practice!"

(Congratulations to the owner, as the village leader, you have one more villager with spiritual roots that can be cultivated, and you will be rewarded with an opportunity to select items.)

As each of these people's different spiritual roots are successfully activated.

The spray bottle in his head also sent him messages one after another.

Seeing their excited and ecstatic expressions, Yang Donglai also had a smile on his face.

After nearly a year.

Nowadays, there are Lingen seeds and spirit-gathering beads.

In the entire Dahe Village, more than 600 people have already activated their spiritual roots and have the qualifications to cultivate immortality.

Especially the current number of item selections, in addition to these rewards for villagers activating their spiritual roots.

The total number of other tasks, large and small, has reached more than 800 times.

Since the last trip to the Beiming Family a few months ago, I have come back.

The Beiming family never sent anyone to Dahe Village to cause trouble and seek revenge.

Even Yang Donglai really expected them to come to seek revenge every day and cause some trouble for Dahe Village.

If they come, in addition to letting the escort practice their skills, there will also be mission rewards, and the number of item selections will naturally increase.

"Brother-in-law, let's go. Let's go to Erni's house. Erni, let's go."

"Well, thank you, Brother Yang!" Erni thanked her with ecstasy and anticipation.

Yang Donglai successfully activated the spiritual roots of all one hundred people in the village, and everyone returned to their homes happily.

There is another thing that was agreed upon today.

Yang Donglai has long thought that having the ability would allow ordinary people to possess spiritual roots.
To be continued...