Changsheng: I, Cao, can see the prompt

Chapter 260 Tailing Mountain Range
"Grandson must do his best and not disappoint his grandfather." Cao Gongche agreed with a bitter face.

"Southern Xinjiang Medicine Compendium" is an extremely systematic study of all the animals, plants and even minerals in the whole southern Xinjiang and the coastal areas by the method of "analyzing ethnic groups and classifications, revitalizing gangs and sub-orders". Classification, divided into animal medicine, plant medicine and mineral medicine, a total of three categories, each category is divided into various departments, in addition to the difference between ordinary things and spiritual things.

For example, in herbal medicine, according to the shape, growth environment and performance and efficacy of various plants and trees, they are divided into five parts: grass part, valley part, vegetable part, fruit part and wood part. Small class, the content can be described as very detailed.

Only the catalog column, if it is recorded on book paper, it must be at least as tall as an adult.

Moreover, once the disciples of the Qingxia Sect and other three sects discover new things or discover new uses from existing medicines, or if there are indeed mistakes after verification, they will systematically review these contents every ten years. Sexual additions and deletions.

Upon hearing this, Cao Wei laughed and said, "Since you have already planned to practice the art of alchemy, you should study it carefully. If you don't want to do something, you must do your best."

Speaking of this, his voice was a little low, and then he said: "Or do it. There is no fairness in this world. Either you control the fate of others, or others control your destiny. I don't want to go out After that, I saw that the life lamp you placed in the ancestral hall went out."

When everyone heard this, Jin Jie's face was solemn, and he said respectfully: "We will always remember the teachings of our father (grandfather)!"

"Okay, the old man talks too much and you feel annoying, let's go." Cao Wei's tone eased a little.

After saying that, he stood up and walked out of the pavilion.

Seeing this, everyone stood up one after another and watched him rise into the air and fly towards the main peak.

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Half an hour later, Cao Guihua's imperial weapon galloped over from a hill near the Pill Hall.

At this moment, a man in a green shirt on a bluestone beside a stream in the mountain opened his eyes, and said via voice transmission, "Hua'er."

Hearing this, Cao Guihua scanned it with his divine sense, determined the location, and then took down the weapon.

After landing, the flying sword hovering around his body changed from large to small, and flew into the sleeve like an embroidery needle, before disappearing.

Then he walked a few steps quickly, stopped about half a zhang away from the blue stone, bowed his hands and said, "my son pays respects to father!"

Cao Wei, who had originally fled towards the main peak, appeared here again at this moment, and Cao Guihua rushed here, obviously because of some things, the father and son met here.

After all, there were some things that he couldn't say or do in front of everyone.

"Get up, come and sit down." Cao Wei said slowly.

Hearing this, Cao Guihua jumped lightly, his body suddenly rose by about ten feet, and he landed on the bluestone with a graceful movement, and then sat cross-legged on the futon that his father had prepared, and the two sat opposite each other.

"I don't know why the father sent the voice to summon the child?"

"I'm looking for you to talk about it. There are eight out of ten people who have spiritual roots for their father's children, and there are very few outstanding ones. Your eldest sister can only be called a good-looking one." Cao Weibu said unhurriedly .

"My son has let my father down." Cao Guihua said apologetically, with his head slightly lowered.

"It's none of your business. The spiritual root aptitude in the cultivation world is very important, but it is a matter of innate destiny. Wanting to change is not something that you and I can do with our shallow cultivation. But today you can have this determination, but let Wei Father looked at him with admiration, you have to fight at the end of life, have you really made up your mind to go out this trip?" Cao Wei asked.

Cao Guihua nodded without hesitation, then sighed and said:

"To tell the truth to my father, after going on this trip, the future is really uncertain, and the child is really afraid, but I am even more afraid that I will regret it before I grow old."

He is now fifty-four, and the remaining life expectancy for the rest of his life is only 80 years, and he has yet to break through to the middle stage of foundation establishment.

If one continues to practice according to this practice, there may be no chance of forming alchemy in this life.

Hearing this, Cao Wei patted the fourth son on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "At the end of the day, fighting with others can make you safe, and fighting with the sky can make you live. However, remember that fighting is just a means, not the root cause. What the monks strive for is the Tao."

"I remember it, my son, thank you father for enlightening me." Cao Guihua nodded and said.

Hearing this, Cao Wei flicked his sleeves from left to right, and several items appeared in front of him, including five flying swords with hidden red light, a small dark red shield the size of a palm, and a five-colored sword with complicated thunder patterns. The thunder talisman also has a brocade box with the forbidden spirit talisman attached.

Then he pointed at the flying sword and said slowly:

"This sword is a complete set of high-grade fire magic weapons, and it can also be used alone. The flying sword and magic shield were obtained for my father in the Jiuyuan Tianjian in the Western Regions. In addition, the Five Thunder Talisman was a gift from Master Kui in the past. Just keep one. As for the ghost spirit blood bead contained in the brocade box, it was refined by my father when he was young, and then mixed with blood and evil corpse energy. Its power is slightly higher than that of the Five Thunder Talisman How much. Today, these spiritual objects will be given to you for self-defense when you go out."

Seeing this, Cao Guihua said with a complicated expression: "Father, these spiritual objects are too precious, and my son will never accept them. You should leave them to my brothers and sisters with better qualifications. My son is just four spiritual roots. Take It’s a waste to lose these things!”

"If you tell you to keep it, you can keep it. How can these dead things compare to you? As for the others, my father has already given them a chance, and you are the only one who chooses to go out to experience and fight for opportunities." Cao Wei said in a deep voice. .

Hearing this, Cao Guihua took a deep breath, then folded his hands on his forehead, bowed his head to the ground, and said: "I thank my father, I don't know when I will return after this trip. , I hope that in the next life I will be filial at my father's knee."

"Don't act like a child." Cao Wei stretched out his hand to help him up.

Then he asked: "Your mother was originally a mortal, but now she is old, and she will only live for another 30 or [-] years. Before you leave, be filial for a few more years, and give her a grandson to remember, don't let her Walking unsteadily."

The child's biological mother, Fu Ji, is now nearly 80 years old.

Although she lives in a place full of aura like Baizhu Peak all year round, the lifespan of a mortal has an end after all, and one who can live more than a hundred years old is considered an advanced age.

And because of Cao Guihua's low spiritual root aptitude, he was extremely strict with himself, even resting was replaced by meditation, what he did could be called an ascetic monk.

Therefore, he naturally has no time to marry a wife and have children, and he often goes to honor his mother.

But sometimes this kind of thing is not considered a good thing. It is too much to suppress one's emotions and desires. If one day he cultivates to the perfection of foundation establishment, he may be compromised on the hurdle of inner demon tribulation.

"Ah."

Cao Guihua had many thoughts in his heart, but when the words reached his throat, there was only one word left.

"Put these things away. Do you have any girl you like now, who will kiss you for your father." Cao Wei said.

Then he laughed, turned his hand and took out a jade slip, and whispered in his ear:
"Hua'er, this is my father's lifelong collection. It records 360 postures. Your Uncle Lu and Uncle Fang have been eagerly wanting to read it, but I just won't give it to you. Now this book is taught to you, good luck." Think about it, and give this old man a few more grandchildren as soon as possible."

Hearing this, Cao Guihua couldn't help laughing, and said: "Father doesn't need to worry about these trivial matters, but you, old man, are not afraid that the child will indulge in womanizing and miss his practice?"

For a foundation-building cultivator who is parent-child of a Jindan Daoist, it is very easy to find some beauties or even Kunxiu who are in the Qi refining stage.

Besides, he was already in his fifties, so it would be embarrassing for his father to worry about this kind of thing.

"If the love between men and women makes you unable to extricate yourself, then how can you talk about cultivation? My child, I will give you another sentence for my father. Do you understand?" Cao Wei patted the other party on the shoulder.

Then he stood up calmly, spread his arms and stretched his waist, the whole person flew up, half lying in the sky, and flew towards the main peak of Qingxia without any haste.

Wherever he passed along the way, there happened to be disciples from various halls flying towards him, a total of 30 people in total.

Everyone has long been familiar with Cao Wei's attitude.

After all, some of these golden alchemy uncles in the sect can be said to have true temperaments!

For example, the real Zuoqiu of Nadan Hall often lay drunk on the big gourd, the old master of Zhidian, Shi Tong, flew around with a hoe on his shoulders, and the big demon Fei Teng of Ivy Creek even more so. He likes to spit out a blister to wrap himself up.

In the past, there was the Wanxiang real person who fell under the catastrophe a few years ago. This person most liked to be dressed in white, with a long sword on his waist, and stood alone on the top of the mountain with his hands behind his back.

Let the hunting wind blow, making the clothes flutter, but he remains motionless.

If anyone asks curiously, the response they get is the word 'demeanor'!
In addition, there are the two masters of the dark hall, Xing Di and Yue Wei. As long as they walk out of the bloody prison of law enforcement and go outside, the picket envoys of the law enforcement hall will follow behind them every step of the way.

This is literally half a step away, and the two of them are tied together with iron chains.

Of course, there are also Foundation Establishment cultivators passing through the Snow Bamboo Peak. If they are not careful, they can catch a glimpse of two beauties nestling in the bamboo rafts on the mirror-like lake.

In the old days when Kui Lie was still a great demon, the disciples of the Qingxia Sect would still see a silver-scaled dragon chasing a Kui ox every once in a while. One of the small fish hit and flew.

But fortunately, most of the disciples of Yunhai Zhenjun when he was on the throne have already sat down.

At that time, these people could still see the ancestors of the Zongmen going to the Hehuan Sect to mention people again and again, holding the collars of the two ancestors of Xiaguang and Wanhua in their left and right hands, and then smashing them in front of the main peak hall go.

Every few years, the white jade bricks paved in the square of the main peak hall will be broken and replaced with new ones.As for this part of the expenses, it will be paid by the annual salaries of Xiaguang and Wanhua.

When they were beaten by the master, the two senior brothers begged for mercy loudly, screaming that they didn't dare, but the scars healed and they forgot the pain, and they would be the same next time.

After a while, Cao Wei reached the sky above Qingxia Peak, and floated down.

As soon as the person arrived, a voice came from the hall.

"Congratulations to De Cao for forming a pill!"

"I've seen the master." Cao Wei laughed loudly, and then he crossed the threshold and walked into the hall.

I saw Master Mingyou was at the side of the main hall, half lying on the bamboo couch with his back leaning on a brocade pier, holding a book in his hand, slowly flipping through it.

Seeing Cao Wei walking in, he flicked his sleeves, and there was an extra futon not far away.

"Decao, please sit down."

"Thank you sir."

After finishing speaking, Cao Wei did not refuse, strode over and sat down cross-legged.

"The old man thought that you would come in a few days. This is the map of Qingyou Land. The spiritual land with the green dot on it has not yet had an owner. You should take a look first." Master Mingyou put down the scroll in his hand, and then thought With a thought, a jade slip suddenly appeared, floating in front of Cao Wei.

The land of Qingyou is the mountains and rivers stretching for more than [-] li between the Qingxia Sect and the Qingyou River.

Then he stood up from the bamboo couch, walked forward, sat opposite Cao Wei, lifted the teapot, and poured a cup of tea for him.

Cao Wei took the jade slips, penetrated a ray of spiritual thoughts into it, and then focused on dual purposes, first thanked, then picked up the teacup, and began to drink tea.

Although the tea was hot, he drank it all in one gulp.

After putting down the teacup, Cao Wei sighed, "The fragrance on lips and teeth is no less than Wuyin tea."

"I know what you mean, you will naturally have a share of these spiritual teas in the future." Mingyou said with a smile.

"That's a blessing, half a catty every year?" Cao Wei asked with a smile.

"Currently there are 43 Yuanying Jindan monks in the Zongmen, including you. Do you think everyone can get that much? You have just formed a pill now, and you have five taels of spiritual tea every year. When you improve, This treatment will naturally increase." Ming Youzhen said.

More than twenty years ago, when Daoist Wanxiang was still alive, there were a total of 41 high-ranking monks in the sect.

Over the years, along with Sima Zhangcai, Feng Ren, and Fan Shiqi, the three older Jindan late-stage monks, Xu Yingfu, Jiang Xiaoqing, Qingming, Lu Hu, Gongsun Chu, and Cao Wei were newly promoted to Jindan Daoist.

Of course, there may be several true disciples who also formed alchemy during this period, but they have not announced it to the public.

As for the benefits that Zongmen Jindan Daoist can enjoy, the head of the sect will naturally not let them down.

"Five taels, a little less, but it's better than nothing." Cao Wei laughed.

"You are quite loud, don't think it is too little. There are more than 180 spiritual tea trees in the sect that are more than a thousand years old, and each plant can only produce seven or eight taels of tea per year. Although it looks like a lot, the old man has to keep it in storage Part of it, you should understand that!" Mingyou said with a smile.

"Of course I understand, but are these five liang of tea leaves all Wuyin tea?" Cao Wei asked.

He is currently practicing the two methods of refining the gods, "Collecting Herbs and Returning to the Pot" and "Xiaguang Concentration", but his soul is still unable to break through to the silver soul level, and he urgently needs the help of this kind of spiritual thing that can nourish the soul.

Speaking of this, Cao Wei said slowly: "The choice is made, let's go to this Tailing Mountain Range!"

(End of this chapter)