Changsheng: I, Cao, can see the prompt

Chapter 115
After a while, Cao Wei opened his eyes, and as soon as he got up, there were three light knocks on the door.

Then a voice as crisp as a yellow warbler sounded: "Master, do you want to wash up?"

"Come in." As soon as Cao Wei finished speaking, there were more than a dozen maids in light clothes and thin shirts carrying basins and holding clothes, divided into two rows, and walked in slowly, led by a female cultivator who looked like she was in her twenties.

"This job of serving others, why bother you, please sit down." Cao Wei took a look at this qi refining female cultivator with dark clouds, almond face and peach cheeks, and invited to sit down.

He took out the tea pot, scooped a little into the teapot with a teaspoon without haste, and then took out a jade bottle containing spiritual water. With a little luck of mana, the spiritual water in the bottle boiled in an instant.

After pouring another cup for the other party, he picked up the teacup and took a sip to moisten his throat.

The female cultivator squatted sideways, made a blessing, and said, "Junior Ning Meng, thank you uncle for the tea."

After saluting, she sat down gracefully.

"Ning Meng? Who are you, Senior Brother Dandian Ning Yan Lin Ning?" Cao Wei thought for a while and asked.

"To tell you the truth, this junior doesn't know that Uncle Ning. It's good tea, with a long-lasting fragrance, and one sip will make you feel like you're in the misty clouds." After Ning Meng said, she picked up the teacup, took a sip, and took a sip. There was a lip print outline on the wall.

"Have you ever drank this tea?" Cao Wei asked.

"Fang's family Wushan sparrow tongue, I was lucky enough to drink it once when I was in the sect. But this tea is really too expensive, one or twenty middle-grade spirit stones are not something that a Qi refining monk like this concubine can enjoy!" Ning Ning Meng nodded and said.

This Wushan sparrow tongue is just ordinary, not the one or two Wushan Qinglong worth three hundred spirit stones that Ji Ruoshui used to entertain him.

The Wuyin Peak where the Fang family is located is the most abundant in spiritual tea, which is a major income for the family. Cao Wei and Fang Fu, father and son, two foundation-building monks, have a good relationship, so naturally they have to take care of each other's business.

The best spiritual tea in the Wuyin Peak is called 'Wuyin', which is produced by two [-]-year-old tea trees, and only about four taels can be obtained each year.

These high-grade spiritual teas were all purchased by the sect, and they were enshrined to the ancestors of Xiaguang, and not even half of the leaves flowed out.

Of course, there are not only these two thousand-year-old tea trees in the Qingxia Sect, the sect's spiritual mountains are like forests, and naturally there are 2000-year-old tea tree spiritual trees.It's just that these are all shared by Zongmen Nascent Soul and a group of Golden Core monks, and the Foundation Establishment monks can only get a little reward after making meritorious service.

Tea is something that concentrates the mind and clears the heart. It has the miraculous effect of assisting monks in their spiritual cultivation. High-grade spiritual tea has always been a rare and scarce thing.

Secondly, there are three or five kinds of spiritual teas such as Wushan Qinglong, and the output is only five or six catties per year. Most of them are also enshrined to the Jindan masters of the sect, and the Fang family only keeps a small part for their own use or outside sell.

The first class again is the second-order spiritual tea of ​​Wushan Butong. This level of spiritual tea is the main source of income for the Fang family.

Foundation Establishment Loose Cultivators may have to think twice about buying, but Cao Wei, who is good at alchemy, does not lack this kind of spirit stone on hand, and he can still afford it if he buys three to five catties a year.

As for the worst ones, those tea leaves with more than a dozen low-grade spirit stones per catty can only be regarded as leaves.

Whether it's the Jindan family or the Jianji family, there are one or several families in the family that are not profitable, but can do long-term business.

Cao Wei also thought about what he would do to make a living if he founded a family. If he relied solely on his alchemy to maintain the family's survival, it would be okay in the early stage, but if it lasted for a long time, it would be too much to put the cart before the horse.

For the monks, after the family is stable, they should help themselves, instead of sacrificing their own practice, to protect the fledgling juniors in the family.

If so, then this kind of family is just a flash in the pan.

Therefore, most of the foundation-building monks who are forging ahead will not start a family. Firstly, there are not many descendants worthy of training, and secondly, they themselves do not have the energy.

The two drank tea and chatted for a while, and then Cao Wei asked, "Did Fellow Daoist Liu wake up?"

"He probably hasn't woken up at this moment. If the helmsman is drunk, he usually wakes up around noon. After waking up, he will enjoy two or three hours with the beauties enshrined from all over the place. When the sun goes down, he will wake up again." If you want to have a banquet and drink freely, you will still look drunk for seven or eight days after ten days." Ning Meng covered her face and smiled.

"Fellow Daoist Liu lived the life of a fairy, but there are many affairs in this rudder, and you disciples have suffered a lot." Cao Wei grasped the golden lotus that was gently teased under the table, and held it in front of his chest.

With this lift, the skirt fell to the ground like a gauze fan, revealing her straight and slender calves.

"Uncle Master, what are you doing?" Ning Meng said softly, biting her lip lightly.

Cao Wei smiled without saying a word, holding the golden lotus in his hand, and stood up.

"En." Ning Meng sighed lightly, and immediately clung to her.

"The master and nephew have trained their muscles and bones well, so they can open and close like this with ease."

Ning Meng's ankles rested on Cao Wei's shoulders, and she stood still on one foot. Her waist was like a willow, bending out a pleasing arc, making her figure even more majestic.

"Uncle Master didn't even remind me, my hamstrings are a little stretched." Ning Meng complained a little.

"Is it Master Uncle? It just so happens that Master Uncle's massage techniques are most suitable for pushing the uterus and promoting blood circulation."

Cao Wei put his arms around the beauty's waist and stood up.

The dozen or so maids who had come to wait for the wash put down their belongings and walked over. Most of them faced the doors and windows, like a screen, covering the figures of the two of them.

There were only two people left, and they walked to Ning Meng's side for support.

It took Cao Wei a lot of effort, it took a full hour, until a few cows mooed outside the door, he had to heal the cramp calf for this nephew.

It's just that he may not be good at medicine, so he used a little more force, and this person still twitched a little.

In order to make up for it, Cao Wei left a bottle of yellow bud pill, and then, under the service of several maids, he washed it a little bit, and after he was dressed neatly, he pushed the door out without any haste.

"Brother Wei, it's not appropriate for you to disturb people's dreams this early in the morning, right?" Kui Ao laughed.

The black panther on the side also roared, walked up to Cao Wei, sniffed, and sneezed several times.

"Fellow Daoist Kui, Brother Cao is willing to help others."

Not far away, a large sedan chair carried by eighteen healthy women in colorful clothes came at a fast and steady speed.

Lying on the brocade couch with his head resting on the beauty's knees, Liu Mingxuan stood up and stretched, with a bit of bewildered look on his face.

"Liu Daoyou got up so early?" Cao Weining said via voice transmission.

"The two fellow daoists are here, why does Liu get up late as the owner of this place?"

Liu Mingxuan took the tea brought by the maid, rinsed his mouth, casually spit it into the cup, and lifted the brocade quilt.I saw one of the maids raised her head, swallowed a bit, and then half-kneeled, putting on a green shirt for her.

"I drank a little too much yesterday, I forgot what you two came for, I made you laugh." Liu Mingxuan jumped up from the big sedan chair, and landed gracefully in front of Cao Wei.

Under the green shirt, this person was only wearing simple casual clothes.

"You Daoist Liu, you're being polite, it's not a big deal, I just need to trouble you to put a stamp on this letter to prove that I have been here with Kui Ao." Cao Wei spread his hands and took out a folded book.

After Liu Mingxuan took it, he opened it, glanced at it, and saw the rakugo and seals of Yanshan County, Nanyang County and other sub-rudders on it, and just like the former, he took out a pen and ink and wrote a line or two on it. Words, and then signed at the end, stamped with a seal.

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Liu." Cao Wei took the certificate and returned it to Kui Ao.

"It's just a matter of raising one's hand." Liu Mingxuan said with a smile.

At this time, Ning Meng also came out after her calf cramps eased, Yingying turned sideways and saluted, "Meet the rudder master, Uncle Cao, Uncle Kui."

Liu Mingxuan looked at the man's disheveled eyebrows, showed an intriguing smile at Cao Wei, and said, "Cao Dao is so friendly."

"It's my concubine, I would like to thank Master Cao for his guidance. It's just that I still have some cramp in my calves, so I'm afraid I need to trouble Master Cao more." Ning Meng looked at Liu Guang with her eyes, and covered her face with a smile.

"Mr. Nephew Fang is also working very hard. Mr. Cao is just giving a little help, which is nothing. Since Mr. Nephew is not feeling well, I am naturally obliged to do so." Cao Wei said solemnly.

He appreciates this kind of junior who is hardworking, self-reliant and self-reliant the most.

"Since Daoist Cao is not in a hurry to leave, you should stay longer, so that you can teach as much as you can. Liu and Nephew Ning's father are good friends, but it's just a pity that they died in Youyun Daze 20 years ago. In the story, brother Ning was buried in the belly of the black snake, and I also suffered from the poisonous miasma of the secluded water, so I had no choice but to leave the sect and return to my hometown to end my life, unable to take care of my niece." Liu Mingxuan said.

Cao Wei kept a reassuring smile on his face, and nodded in agreement.Seeing that Ning Meng's expression changed slightly, he glanced at the hint words again, and saw several words such as [mid-stage of refining Qi: ...] [nausea: ...] appeared on this person.

Slightly mobilizing his divine sense, after a closer look, he already had a bottom line in his heart.

This master-nephew Fang is a cultivator with four spiritual roots. He has just entered the middle stage of Qi refining, and he is actually 32 years old.

Since her father was buried in Yaoyu more than ten years ago, all the relics left in the cave were inherited by the elder brother who was in the late stage of Qi refining, and she didn't get anything.

However, with the help of Jidan, her elder brother failed to establish the foundation twice in a row, and for the third time without the help of Jidan, he forced a breakthrough.

In order to build a foundation, this person had long ago exchanged his magic weapon and other valuables for spirit stones, and bought pills, leaving only two empty storage bags.

Ning Meng, a cultivator with four spiritual roots who was fortunate enough to worship Qingxia Sect because of his father's protection, naturally had an unhappy life after losing his father and elder brother.So much so that at the age of thirty, his own cultivation has not yet reached the late stage of Qi refining.

According to the sect's regulations, she had no choice but to leave the sect, either to do some heavy chores, or commit herself to marry the monk who established the foundation as a concubine.

In desperation, she thought of her father's former friend Liu Mingxuan, and then came to South Korea's Yong'an County sub-helm.

It's just that human feelings are like paper, and they are thin even if they are not used.

As a monk in the early stage of foundation establishment, Liu Mingxuan was already 180 years old. He used his magic power to forcefully maintain his appearance, which made him look young. Otherwise, if it was normal, his face would already have wrinkles and his hair would grow in bloom.

This person saw that Ning Meng was so beautiful, although because of his relationship with his father, he couldn't use any strong methods, but he had hinted it over and over again.

After all, as a female cultivator, she couldn't be compared with those mortal women in the world, so it's no wonder Liu Mingxuan was tempted.

And this Ning Meng, who was unwilling to spend the rest of his life in the secular rudder, came to have a look early in the morning when he learned that the sect had a master uncle coming.

Cao Wei has just turned 40 years old after the Chinese New Year. For a foundation cultivator, it is at the peak of autumn and spring, and he will have nearly 200 years of life in the future.

He and Liu Mingxuan were similar in appearance, but between the two, one was born like the scorching sun, full of vigor, and the other was like the setting sun on the western mountain, already full of vigor.

What's more, this person is addicted to drinking and sex, he has no restraint at all, and he has been seriously injured, how can he have the normal lifespan of a foundation cultivator, at most he can live to be over two hundred years old.

Ning Meng naturally couldn't understand how to choose.

"Fellow Daoist Cao, today I have arranged a banquet for the two of you, please." Liu Mingxuan invited.

"Liu Daoyou, please wait for a moment. The lord ordered me to take Kui Ao to the secular branch. I need to find an evil cultivator and get rid of him. I don't know if there is a suitable one in Yong'an County? You and I will be fine after all these trivial matters are dealt with." Drink and have fun with peace of mind." Cao Wei declined.

"Dare to ask which hall did you worship? I forgot whether I asked you or not." Liu Mingxuan came back to his senses at this moment, and gave an apologetic laugh.

"Cao is worshiping in the alchemy hall, I wonder which hall disciple Liu Daoyou is?" Cao Wei laughed.

"Student of the Artifact Hall, but Liu's practice is not much better, and his attainments in refining artefacts are mediocre. You should first focus on Daoist Ji Hua's orders, and banquets are always available." Liu Mingxuan clasped his hands and took them out. A booklet was handed over.

"Realist Ji Hua passed away nine years ago, and now the master of the alchemy hall is Master Xuezhu." Cao Wei sighed.

During the speech, he checked the other party with prompt words, and seeing words such as [Surprised: ...] [Suddenly: ...] appeared, which did not seem to be fake, and he felt a little relieved.

Then he took the book and flipped through it, his brows furrowed slightly.

Among the hundreds of pages of books in this area, there are more than 17 reports about monks and ghosts reported by various government offices, but most of them have not been processed, and the earliest even dates back to [-] years ago. .

So it's no wonder that during the inspections of the Hall of Law Enforcement, he would reprimand this Fellow Daoist Liu for his ineffectiveness and cut his annual spiritual stone reward.

Cao Wei turned to the last few pages, and selected a mission of a mountain prostitution temple.

(End of this chapter)