Changsheng: I, Cao, can see the prompt

Chapter 268

Gongsun Chu saw Master Wanhua's practice with his eyes closed, so he didn't disturb his cultivation, bowed and said, "I will take my leave."

Seeing that the other party did not answer, she drifted away.

As for Qingming, she had already left Bihai Paradise several years ago.

And Cao Wei didn't feel any difference without Junior Sister Gongsun by his side. He put away his thoughts and concentrated on practicing.

However, after a day or two, a fierce tiger with dazzling golden flames suddenly came across the sky, charged into Ruquan Peak, and grabbed a whole set of it, burning it until it was almost charred.

I saw the scorched shell of a humanoid move slightly, and then the white skin was revealed.

Cao Wei stretched out his hands to brush away the dead skin on his body, half-sat on the ground, raised his head and shouted: "Uncle Master, why is this disciple obstructing your old man's eyes, let me explain the reason why I want to be killed or cut."

As soon as these words fell, Wanhua Zhenjun, who was entrenched in the sky refining the essence of the great sun, snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves, and escaped from a mirror with scarlet fire and cloud patterns, shining brilliantly in an instant.

Immediately, a beam of light fell suddenly, and Cao Wei, who was just about to get up, seemed to be pressed down by a mountain, and his whole body was deeply embedded in the ground.

After a long time, Cao Wei, with his hands and feet spread out, floated out of the magma pool with his bare buttocks, and then turned to the front, sighing: "The temperature is just right, and I feel comfortable all over. Uncle Master is really good at craftsmanship!"

As soon as the words fell, Zhenjun Wanhua floated down from the sky, stood by the pool, touched the lava with his hands, and then said slowly: "Really? I'm afraid your whole body will be burned to ashes, you stupid person. You can still leave a mouth."

Hearing this, Cao Wei said with a smile: "This disciple has been able to practice so far, and most of the credit is due to this..."

However, before he finished speaking, he shouted in shock: "Uncle Master, be merciful, if this continues, this disciple's body will not be able to bear it!"

Between the words, the flame in the lava turned from bright red to incandescent little by little, and the air was constantly twisting.

"Do you still dare to talk back?" Zhenjun Wanhua asked unhurriedly.

"How dare you?" Cao Wei grinned, and then asked: "Which Xiao Xiao provoked Master Uncle and caused you to be so angry that he used his disciples to vent his anger?"

Upon hearing this, Zhenjun Wanhua stood up, clapped his hands, and said with a sneer: "I know why, it seems that the fire is not hot enough!"

"Hey, Uncle Master! Why don't disciples want to have more children, but it is difficult for Jindan heirs, I really tried my best!" Cao Wei said helplessly.

"You kid has left a lot of romantic debts outside, but you don't even lay eggs in the sect. Do you think you should fight?"

After saying that, Zhenjun Wanhua flicked his sleeve, and the spiritual fire around him poured into the sleeve and disappeared.

"Uncle, what you said is unreasonable. Although the disciple's heirs are not as good as other brothers who have given birth to a hundred and eighty, at least there are thirty children. As for the romantic debts outside, the disciple was only building a foundation. What can I do, if I don't take good care of Aozhi, the big dragon, I'm afraid I won't even have any bones now." Cao Wei said slowly.

Then he stepped on the steaming obsidian and came to the edge of the pool. As the mana turned, his scorched hair and eyebrows fell back and grew again, and then he took out a piece of clothing from the Qingling ring and put it on.

"Then what did the Hehuan Sect say?" Zhenjun Wanhua said calmly.

"Which one?" Cao Wei looked puzzled.

"It's Zuo An, the son born to you and Zuo Yunzhi, you don't know?" Zhenjun Wanhua said.

Hearing these words, Cao Wei frowned and thought for a long time before suddenly saying:
"More than sixty years ago, when I was traveling, I happened to meet this person once in the secular world. Afterwards, I continued to have a few more fronts in the city by the Qingyou River. How could there be such a fate? Cao An, That's a pretty good name! Uncle, when do you think we'll go to the Hehuan Sect and bring their wives back?"

"Why don't you go there by yourself?" Zhenjun Wanhua chuckled lightly.

"To make your old man so angry, I must have good aptitude. If not, the Acacia Sect wouldn't have kept this matter a secret!" Cao Wei said slowly.

"You do have some self-knowledge. But now this child's surname is Zuo, and it doesn't follow your surname! It's a pity that a disciple with a different spirit root who was born with the awakened Jumang spirit body! A junior with such qualifications, even in the Qingyang clan It is also enough to be named as 'Xuan'." Zhenjun Wanhua sighed.

"Is there really no way?" Cao Wei asked with a slight frown.

His other son, Ao Cang, has half of the blood of the dragon, and the dragon is a big family, let alone a golden core monk, even the Qingxia sect, they will not take him seriously. It's normal to not bring it back.

But how could the Acacia Sect have such confidence?

But as soon as these words came out, Cao Wei suddenly came back to his senses, and asked, "Master, your old family said that Master Wuxiang already knew about this?"

Zhenjun Wanhua narrowed his eyes slightly, looked him up and down, and said, "It's only natural! Zuo Yunzhi is the beloved daughter of Master Wuxiang. She was ruined by you when she first came out of sect and practiced, and she gave birth to a child." How could the Hehuan Sect dare to hide this matter? You kid can do it, you are amazing!"

"Uncle, I can't blame my disciples for this. Who knew that the daughter of a great monk would worship under the Acacia Sect?" Cao Wei said with a shy expression.

After all, it is ordinary Kunxiu who will learn the method of that day's magic acacia, and take the essence of dry cultivation for practice.

And how could the daughter of the great monk lack these cultivation supplies?
But now that Master Wuxiang didn't come to his door, it meant that the other party didn't take this matter to heart.

"In the past, Master Wuxiang had a dewy relationship with Yushuang of Hehuan Zong by chance and coincidence, and thus gave birth to Zuo Yunzhi. Originally, this little girl was born in the sect, and she just went outside to gain some experience. How could she ever want to meet her?" You are a hungry ghost. Alas, time is fate!" Zhenjun Wanhua turned around and walked forward slowly.

"My disciple doesn't want to, it's just that he is born with such a handsome appearance, which is really attracting bees and butterflies!" Cao Wei laughed.

"You can laugh, if Master Wuxiang hadn't refuted the other great monks in the Elder's Hall, you would be safe and sound now?" Zhenjun Wanhua shook his head.

Upon hearing this, the smile on Cao Wei's face faded a bit, and then he asked in a deep voice: "Master, is it possible that this disciple is from the Qingyang clan, otherwise how could he attract the attention of those great monks?"

"Old clans such as the Qingyang clan are the bloodlines left over from the Great Desolation God Dynasty, so they will naturally attract the attention of the big monks. Since the trip to Jiuyuan Tianjian in the Western Regions, you have fallen into the eyes of Liu Dao, Hua Qing and others. Afterwards, this matter spread to the Zhongzhou Haoran Academy, so that Brother Xiaguang couldn't hide it even if he wanted to. I have some doubts. As for your Jumang spirit body, it just confirms their guess." Zhenjun Wanhua said slowly.

"This disciple has never used half of their Qingyang clan's spiritual stone in his cultivation, but because of this blood, he almost got hurt by Chi Yu. I must thank Master Wuxiang for his help in this matter, otherwise the disciple's life would really be in jeopardy now. " Cao Wei sighed.

Both he and Uncle Yan beside him understood the meaning of Master Wuxiang, and they used this favor of solidarity in the Elder's Hall to change the surname of his grandson. From then on, the child was named Zuo An instead of Cao An .

If Qingxia Sect or Cao Wei don't know what is good or bad, then don't blame Master Wuxiang for being a big monk and bullying the little ones.

However, it can also be seen from this that the various clans in the cultivation world are not only afraid of these ancient clans, but also greedy for their blood inheritance.

"Don't think too much, strength is the key. When you are weak, it is futile to shout loudly, and it will only make people feel irritated, but when you are strong, a whisper is like thunder, and everyone bows their heads! Although Cultivation is not for these vain names, but if the general trend is successful, fame and fortune will naturally go hand in hand." Zhenjun Wanhua said slowly.

"Master uncle specially mentioned some disciples for these?" Cao Wei said lightly.

"No, I just feel uncomfortable. Why does the Hehuan Sect have a good seedling, so I want to beat you up? It's just that your body is not strong enough, and you can't even bear a little flame. Virtue, practice hard Otherwise, if I beat you, Master Uncle, I have to be cautious and control the strength." Zhenjun Wanhua laughed.

Hearing this, Cao Wei was silent for a moment, and then asked: "Uncle Shi, does that child have any influence on the future strategy of the sect?"

Upon hearing this, Wan Hua, who was originally relaxed, suddenly stopped, stood where he was, and asked in a deep voice, "Did you see it?"

"How can we allow other people to snore on the side of the couch? Although we have lived peacefully with the Hehuan and Yunfu sects for so long, I don't believe that Master Uncle, you have never had such thoughts." Cao Wei said slowly.

"It's not yet the right time. I can wait for 9000 years. I don't care if I wait another 2000 years. Zuo'an's aptitude is good, but he may not be able to conceive a baby in the future. All we do is to make ourselves stronger. Virtue, now You will be leaving the seclusion in two years, have you ever thought about taking a Dao name?" Zhenjun Wanhua said in a flat tone.

"A mere golden elixir, how can you use a Dao name?" Cao Wei shook his head and said.

"Since you don't want to, then the old man won't force you, just follow me, I have to explain some things clearly to you." Zhenjun Wanhua said with a nod of his head.

As soon as the words fell, he floated up and flew towards the main peak.

Seeing this, Cao Wei followed closely behind, and the two landed on the nine-story copper-green platform.

"Get up!" Zhenjun Wanhua pinched his seal.

I saw rows of iron and wooden frames above the copper platform, on which were displayed jade slips, roughly counting them, at least hundreds of thousands of them.

Then he made a random move, and a jade slip flew out of it, floating in front of Cao Wei.

"Uncle, this is?"

"have a look."

After finishing speaking, Zhenjun Wanhua sat down cross-legged.

Seeing this, Cao Wei separated a ray of consciousness and penetrated into it. As time went by, the originally indifferent look became more and more exciting.

After an hour or two, he just put down the jade slip in his hand, and then sat cross-legged beside Master Uncle Yan.

"Don't ask why?" Zhenjun Wanhua said slowly.

"Uncle, do you know that this is spying on someone's privacy? It's really heartbreaking to see the sect treat each other like this while the disciple is so sincere and daring." Cao Wei sighed.

"The rules of the sect are like this. Before you took the position of the master of the halls, you should not have been told about this matter!" Zhenjun Wanhua said.

"No, Uncle Master, don't you give the disciple some compensation for doing this?" Cao Wei asked.

Hearing this, Zhenjun Wanhua laughed loudly.

"You kid is always trying to take advantage of others in every possible way! Tell me, what do you want, as long as the old man can be the master!"

"The disciple is so short of a good guy. I don't expect any heaven and earth spiritual roots or the three major sacred trees. I only need a piece of ten thousand-year spiritual tree. For the uncle, this matter should be very simple!" Cao Wei laughed.

Hearing this, the smile on Wanhua Zhenjun's face disappeared, and after coughing a few times, he said, "Well, it's simple? Do you know the value of Wannian Lingmu? There are not many treasures similar to it."

"Those three to five thousand years are barely enough!" Cao Wei laughed.

"No, the spiritual trees in the sect that are more than 3000 years old cannot be cut down at will, you boy should give up this thought." Zhenjun Wanhua shook his head and said.

In the practice world, it is not difficult for exotic flowers and trees to grow to 800 years in a suitable growth environment, it just takes some time.

For the Nascent Soul Sect that has been passed down for a long time, hundreds of thousands of miles away, there are countless spiritual mountains and spiritual waters, and there are many suitable places to grow various spiritual plants.

But the further back, the slower the growth of the spiritual plant, until it reaches the limit of the species itself, it will almost completely stagnate.

Even though the Qingxia Sect was founded nearly 9000 years ago, there are only dozens of spiritual trees that are more than 5000 years old in the Bihai blessed land.

As for the real spirit lands in the outside world, the spirit wood grows to about 2000 years, and it may take more than ten years before the medicine age can be increased by one year, which is extremely slow.

And the roots of these spirit trees are deeply rooted in the ground veins, and the spirit energy that escapes on weekdays will make the spirit of the spirit land where it is located more profound, so it is not under unavoidable circumstances that the sect or family usually does not I will move these Lingzhi's ideas.

"The ones from 2000 should be there, right?" Cao Wei took another step back.

"That's all, with the power of this old man, I can only give you one 800-year-old spiritual plant, which one do you need?" Zhenjun Wanhua said.

"Is there a spiritual plant that has a little relationship with that ghost?" Cao Wei asked.

Upon hearing this, Zhenjun Wanhua said: "The natal magic weapon is related to your future practice. The five hundred years old of the ancient ghosts is spring, and the five hundred years is autumn. The total number of rounds is a thousand years, and they will be dry and prosperous one hundred times in turn. It takes a hundred thousand years!"

"I'm not such a high-spirited person. The reason why I use the spiritual wood that has some relationship with the underworld is just for future consideration. It seems to be out of reach now, but what if it happens? Then Taoist Muxuan took the big toon wood It takes eight thousand years for spring and eight thousand years for autumn to be forged into a natal spiritual treasure, how long it takes to turn from one hundred to another! The juniors are not as good as they are, so I would like to catch up with them!" Cao Wei said slowly.

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ps: The ghost in Zhuangzi's "Xiaoyaoyou" refers to the spirit turtle, but in other interpretations, the ghost is the name of a tree in mythology.

(End of this chapter)