Changsheng: I, Cao, can see the prompt

Chapter 180
Right now, Cao Wei has been imprisoned in Qingtengjian for more than half a year. Although there are no beauties around him to serve him, he doesn't have to worry about the spiritual stones needed for his practice.complete
Unexpectedly, the spiritual energy derived from the group of true spirits suitable for Jindan cultivators here is more than enough to supply him as a foundation-establishing cultivator.

Therefore, out of the twelve hours in a day, he spends eleven of them practicing. As for the remaining hour, he either reads the classics silently or entertains himself on the Hengqin. clean.

It's just that during this period, the new year passed, and Niu Yuhan, who was the main wife in Baizhu Peak, spent a new year with dozens of concubines in the mansion.

Although Cao Wei has many wives and concubines, he has not many children. There are only three sons, Cao Jun, Cao Lin, and Cao Yu, and two daughters, Cao Meng and Cao Shan.

Both Cao Yu and Cao Shan are not yet one year old, and they are still held in the arms of their biological mother.

It's just that Cao Yu's biological mother was obviously not as happy as Cao Shan's biological mother.

After all, although the former is a son, he has no spiritual roots, and although the latter is only qualified with four spiritual roots, the Cao family currently has few qualified sons and daughters, so Cao Wei will naturally receive more attention.

In addition to these heirs, during the few days of leisure before heading to Youyun Daze, Cao Wei favored quite a few concubines. Among them, one of the women sent from the Lu family was pregnant, and now it is too late to give birth. There is only one or two months left.

As far as the hinterland of the Hehuan Sect.

In a palace with green mountains and clouds locked horizontally, between the veils, there is a plump beauty lying half-lying on a brocade couch and taking a nap.

Although Zuo Yunzhi has been pregnant for more than half a year, but the belly is not visible, it looks like it is only three or four months old.

It's just that this beauty's complexion looks a little haggard, and her spirit is also a little lacking.

With a gust of breeze blowing, a beautiful woman appeared in the hall, it was the real Yushuang.

"Mother." Zuo Yunzhi opened his eyes and was about to get up.

Seeing this, Master Yushuang said, "There is no need to be polite, how is your health recently?"

"Fortunately, I just feel that my body is a little heavier, and my spirit is a little tired on weekdays." Zuo Yunzhi stroked her slightly protruding belly, and said softly.

Seeing this, Master Yushuang couldn't help shaking his head, walked over slowly, sat sideways on the brocade couch, stretched out three fingers to rest on his daughter's wrist, closed his eyes and concentrated on his pulse diagnosis.

After a long time, she let go of her hand, frowned slightly and said: "Since you don't want to refine this fetus, then you can raise it with peace of mind. It's just that it seems unlikely that this fetus is only ten months old. You have to be prepared in your heart. Seeing what you look like now, I won't bother you much. "

As soon as the words fell, the real Yushuang got up and walked towards the outside of the hall, and at some point there were a few more bottles of pills on the brocade table.

Not long after, this real person appeared in the secret realm of Hehuan Zongfu Land, walked slowly under a towering giant tree thousands of feet high, and walked toward a palace-dressed lady sitting cross-legged on a futon. Give a gift.

"Old Ancestor, I have already delivered the Yunzi Lingdan." Daoist Yushuang said lightly.

"Yunzhi's heirs have been able to absorb the mother's mana after seven or seven days in the womb. It has been recorded since ancient times that those who can have such a vision have their spiritual roots. They are all extraordinary people. You are very good at taking care of you, and you should be a treasure of medicine. They are all provided by the sect. It’s just that you remember this child, and absolutely cannot let the Qingxia Sect know about it. As for Yunxue, Yuan Ziqin and other disciples who knew about it, are they all back now?” The palace The pretending female cultivator still kept her eyes closed and asked in a calm tone.

"A total of 23 disciples have returned to practice in their respective spiritual lands." Daoist Yushuang said with a nod.

"From now on, these juniors should not be sent to Youyun Daze. There are also Yunxue and Yuan Ziqin, since one is not clear with the juniors of Wunian Temple, and the other is secretly invested in the Tianmomen. Originally, the old man wanted to stay. Whether the lives of these two white-eyed wolves who are eating inside and outside can come in handy when we see it, but in this situation, we should deal with it as soon as possible, lest they reveal Yunzhi's matter." The person said slowly.

"I obey. It's just that the ancestor, this matter has most likely been passed back to Wunian Temple and Tianmomen. After all, Zhi'er has the blood of Master Wuxiang." Daoist Yushuang said with a sigh.

"Why, do you think Wuxiang would care about this matter? If he hadn't been conspired by the old demon Jinlin 18 years ago, and he was caught in the devil's miasma, which stimulated his own lust, otherwise would you have a chance?" Zong Patriarch chuckled lightly.

"What do you mean I have a chance? Obviously, you old man watched your disciple being robbed by this person, and was imprisoned for more than half a year, suffering inhuman torture day and night. At that time, the disciple almost thought that I'm going to die and come back." Master Yushuang complained, sat next to the ancestor, and leaned her body against it.

"Didn't my old body make up for you afterwards? Besides, when I was Wutai, my sanity was already three-pointed. If I dared to make a slight change, maybe you and I would die together. And you should be more honest with your hands. If you really I can't help it, I'll go to your face to solve it, and see if I can add a younger brother to Yunzhi." The ancestor of the Hehuan Sect opened his eyes and said with a slight frown.

"This is what your ancestor said, that disciple will go now!" Daoist Yushuang smiled lightly, and then got up to leave.

"Do you dare? If Wuxiang comes back and sees that the guard spirit he left behind is broken, that sect will not be able to withstand the anger of a great monk!" The ancestor of the Hehuan Sect pulled him back, I saw real Yushuang's sleeves were half down, and there was a cinnabar red mole on her arm.

"This guy is domineering. Although he spared my life for the sake of my concubine's pregnancy, he left this ghost thing behind. I haven't come here half a time in the past 18 years. My disciple lives alone in an empty room. There is nowhere to resolve the grievances in the body! Otherwise, the ancestor, you, the old man, find an opportunity to talk to him and find out what he has said?" Daoist Yushuang sighed.

Between the words, she entangled like a beautiful snake again.

"Don't think about it, this time I heard from some fellow Taoists at the Chongwu Meeting that Wuxiang has already set off for the North Sea, and I heard that there are remnants of the Great Desolation there!" Withdrawing his hand from his bosom, he slapped it hard.

"what……"

"Try harder... um..."

Only real Yushuang bit her lower lip, groaned softly a few times, winked like silk, and looked around.

"You're almost a grandmother, yet you still behave so frivolously? We'll deal with those two traitors earlier, and then we'll investigate secretly to clean up the sect's ethos." Said the patriarch of the Hehuan Sect, he stood up and handed her over. throw away.

"The ethos of our sect is not much better!" Daoist Yushuang landed lightly, covered her face with a chuckle, turned and left.

"You are really getting more and more presumptuous." The ancestor of Hehuan Sect smiled helplessly.

Hearing this, Master Yushuang turned around again, and said with a smile, "Didn't you learn this from your old man?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she turned into a startled rainbow and galloped forward.

Seeing this, the ancestor of the Acacia Sect sneered, and said, "You really have no rules, you can run fast!"

As soon as the words fell, she flicked her long sleeves, and a hazy blue light fell around the towering giant tree, and then sat down cross-legged, sinking into the practice.

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On the other side, over the vast sea a million miles away from Dongzhou, the wind and thunder resounded through the wind and clouds, and more than ten rays of light of various colors were entangled with each other.

I saw one of them, the old man in the green robe of the Qingxia Sect was carrying the sword box on his back, and with a clang, the sword light in the box shot out, turning into twelve startled rainbows, towards a person in front of him holding a whisk and hair The gray old man left.

"Little Yingchen, be careful." After the blue-robed old man made a move, he just said with a voice transmission.

Seeing this fierce attack, the old man of Yunfu Sect snorted coldly, and with a wave of his hand, more than ten talismans shot out from his sleeves, spreading layers of protective aura around his body.

However, the sword rushed like stars, accompanied by wind and thunder, and broke the body protection talisman cast by this Yunfu Sect Jindan real person in an instant.

However, this Daoist Ying Chen flicked the dust whisk in his hand without any haste, thousands of silver threads were scattered, stirring the air of clouds and water in all directions, and then his figure disappeared without a trace.

Seeing this scene, in the palm of Master Yan who was not far away, there was a golden furnace in his palm, and the brilliance bloomed, attracting the essence of the sun, and turning it into a giant aura tiger with blazing flames all over its body.

While the tiger was roaring, above the high sky, thousands of fireballs with a path length of ten feet crashed down.

And not far from Ying Chenzi, a black-robed monk with a short beard pointed at him without saying a word.

A hair-thin, almost invisible light shot towards Yan Zhenren's back.

The next moment, the two old men in Tsing Yi and Mai Yi in the Sutra Pavilion were about to go up to cover, but they were blocked by two other Daoists from Yunfu Sect.

However, Master Yan already had an extra precious armor on his body, with golden light all over his body, and he forcibly held a thin needle like cow hair in place.

At this time, that old farmer-like Master Shi Tong temporarily repelled another old man of the Yunfu Sect, and then, like the others, turned into a rainbow of surprise and appeared beside Master Yan.

"Qu Ming, it's just a sparring session, yet you actually used the Meteor Needle. Why, if you guys really want to take advantage of this time to separate life and death, then I, Yan, and all the senior brothers can also accompany me to the end!" Yan Zhenren Glancing at the monk in the black robe, he snorted softly and asked.

In his mind, the spiritual power of the great sun in the sky seemed to swarm over, and in an instant even the clouds above the sky were on fire, turning the sky red.

At this time, seven or eight giant tigers with more than ten feet in height had condensed around him, standing on the golden flames, facing the air, staring coldly at the Yunfu Sect people.

"Wan Hua, this is a misunderstanding!" Ying Chenzi, who had disappeared, appeared and said urgently.

"Misunderstanding?" With a thought in his mind, Master Yan brought the Meteor Needle from his back to his body.

He glanced at it with his divine sense, and then said: "This is still coated with the poison of Biyou, I don't think it's just a misunderstanding!"

"I will give you an explanation for this matter!" Ying Chenzi gave the black-robed monk a cold look when he heard this.

"Okay, I hope I don't disappoint the old man by then, otherwise, even if Zhenjun Yuanwen comes forward, don't blame me for not giving face. The old man's lifespan is running out now, but his body is not bad. Although he still can't do it with the golden core cultivation as the reverse cut Nascent Soul, it can somehow cause your ancestors some trouble!" Yan Zhenren said in a cold voice.

As soon as he finished speaking, he stood up with his sleeves, stood on top of the flaming giant tiger with everyone, and galloped towards the southern border.

Everyone in the Yunfu sect watched him go away.

"Qu Ming, although you have an enmity with Wan Hua, you are too reckless this time! Even if you succeed, when the two Zhenjun Yunhai and Xiaguang will be held accountable, what will the sect do?" Ying Chen Zi said coldly.

"This person came out with great difficulty. If you don't take advantage of this rare opportunity, if this old man makes a breakthrough in the last few decades, how can my Qu family get revenge?" Qu Ming said with hatred. Said.

"Wan Hua just killed a few juniors in your clan who were causing trouble in the world. Why bother with this matter? Even if Wan Hua doesn't take action, the sect will clean up the sect if it finds out!" Ying Chenzi said in a deep voice. .

"Then there are my parents and sons among them, how can this enmity be forgotten so easily?" Qu Ming said coldly.

As soon as the words fell, this person left in a huff, but what this person did was headed towards Dongzhou, not in the direction of returning to Southern Xinjiang.

Seeing him going away, Ying Chenzi's eyes flashed, and then he glanced at the senior brothers on the left and right, and said, "It's been a while since we came out this time, and it's time to return to the sect. Brother Qu, wait a minute .”

As soon as he finished speaking, he galloped forward, followed by the others.

It's just that Qu Ming, who was in front of him, didn't have the slightest intention of waiting, instead, his escape speed increased a bit.

Seeing this situation, this Ying Chenzi transmitted his spiritual thoughts to the brothers around him.

It's just that they didn't know what they said, and everyone looked a little surprised, but they still rushed towards this person.

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And hundreds of miles away, Master Yan held a golden furnace, collected all the great spiritual power contained in the seven or eight giant tigers sacrificed, and then laughed loudly: "How about it, the old man just now Is the tone still majestic?"

He coughed a few times, and said in a deep voice: "Ahem, listen to, 'Even if Zhenjun Yuanwen comes forward, don't blame me for not giving face'."

The green-robed old man beside him wiped the three-foot green blade in his hand with a square scarf, glanced at him, and said, "Don't you want to save face? Are you capable of talking nonsense in front of Zhenjun Yuanwen?"

"Okay, brother is telling the truth!" Shi Yong, who looked like an old farmer, laughed.

"It's true, but even if Lao Yan uses the forbidden technique of mutual destruction, his mana can skyrocket in a short period of time and reach the realm of Yuanying. However, Zhenjun Yuanwen doesn't make much trouble, and he can leave with one blow. At that time, someone can Just dumbfounded." The green-robed old man sneered.

As he spoke, he inserted the Qingfeng in his hand into the sword case, and then took out another handle from it and slowly wiped it.

"No matter how weird you are, don't blame me for melting all your broken copper and iron!" Yan Zhenren sneered.

"I don't want to talk too much with you reckless man, hurry up and meet Xingxian!" said the green-robed old man.

(End of this chapter)