Changsheng: I, Cao, can see the prompt

Chapter 27
"It doesn't matter, my eyes are fine. I saw you sitting cross-legged on the bed outside the door just now, and there was that yellow and green light around you, shining brightly like a fairy. This should be cultivation. That person in the past It is always said that those who practice spiritual practice will sit cross-legged in the study all day, and Yinger Yaner and I will not see him two or three times a year at home.

Since you are also practicing, you may not have time, so you don't need to care about me. You can go on your own, and I will just watch quietly like this.As long as I can see you, I feel at ease. Lin Chen said with a smile as he threaded the needle.

"Then you should rest and nourish your spirit first. After two hours, it will not only make you feel at ease, but also make you feel more fulfilled."

Cao Wei bent down slightly, and tapped the beautiful woman's lips.

If it was in his previous life, how he dreamed of such an understanding beauty.It's just that now, although the nephrite jade is warm and fragrant, it can't stop practicing because of it.

No matter how much love there is between a monk and a mortal, the difference in lifespan is an insurmountable barrier.

Besides, he couldn't guarantee that Lin Chen would still have such love when he was old and beautiful. After all, the two of them were just a dewy marriage.

"The concubine is waiting." Lin Chen said shyly. She was already a beautiful woman in her early 30s, but now she looked more like a young girl who had just experienced human affairs.

No wonder someone said that if you want to get to the heart of a beauty, you must first walk through two or three roads of different widths. The deeper you go, the easier it is to get to the desired place.

Cao Wei returned to the bed with a smile and sat cross-legged, absorbing the aura contained in the spirit stone, and the mana in the middle dantian was also increasing bit by bit.

In the blink of an eye, two hours passed unknowingly.

As he practiced, he spent eight low-grade spirit stones of earth and wood attributes in his storage bag each, totaling as many as sixteen.

This kind of efficiency is already worth five or six hours of practice for a monk with three spiritual roots who only has ordinary basic five-element exercises.

It's just a pity that the spirit stones consumed in this way are also huge.

If he didn't stop for twelve hours a day, then he would have to absorb as many as 96 low-grade spirit stones, comparable to one middle-grade spirit stone.

Those monks in the Qingxia Sect who take care of [-] acres of planters get only ten spirit stones after a busy day. There is a surplus in practice. After all, the spirit energy in the outer edge of Lingshan Paradise is also Much more abundant than the secular world, monks don't need to rely entirely on spirit stones for their practice.

But once they want to buy medicine pills, magic tools, talismans, etc., they will be stretched.

Fortunately, in the past few years, there have been many low-level monks who have used their wealth and life to help Cao Wei, otherwise he would have been ashamed.

However, he currently has more than [-] low-grade spirit stones and [-] middle-grade spirit stones in his storage bag.

With these savings, if he practiced hard day and night in the secular world, he could last at most seven months.

The family doesn't have a three-year grain reserve, so they don't know what to do.

But now let's wait two or three months before considering whether to return to Fenglinfang City or go elsewhere.At least we have to wait until the Li family real person and Chen Shaoqing, the golden alchemist, have settled their affairs.

Furthermore, he also wanted to see if the Wei family brothers could find one or two cultivation objects in the graves of the ancestors of the Lin family.

It would be best if the old guy Li Zhixing died, and after he got the things of practice, he would change his identity and go to other cities in the Baimang Mountain Range.

Although he has only touched on skills such as forging tools, alchemy, and talismans, he can be regarded as the best among Qi refining monks.

With these abilities, he can get along anywhere.

After thinking about his plans for the next two or three months, Cao Wei just put away his practice, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Lin Chenshi sleeping on the table with his face sideways.

With a smile on his face, he walked over and gently hugged her by the waist.

"Cao Lang, have you finished your cultivation? What time is it?"

Lin Chenshi was very sleepy, and woke up as soon as she was hugged in her arms. She stretched her arms around Cao Wei's neck like a cat, and whispered.

"Hai Shi has passed, Zi Shi is not here, and there is still time."

Cao Wei put it on the bed and fell asleep covered.

However, as the light of the moonstone glazed cup was slowly extinguished, the bed curtain also began to shake slowly, like a boat sailing on dry land, with the waves rising and falling, the creaking sound became more and more intensive.

Fortunately, this is a large carved sandalwood bed, which is extremely strong and can withstand several times of tossing.

In the middle of the night, the moon rises, the birds startle, and the spring stream sings.

Thirty or forty miles outside the city, more than a dozen men in black walked through the mountains, and came to a place lined with tombstones, and began to get busy.

Two brothers from the Wei family stood on top of a tomb, watching the servants with their hands behind their backs.

These people can be regarded as second-rate experts in the arena, and their movements are clean and neat.As soon as they shoveled down, they dug out a large piece of grass and soil.

Under the moonlight, the soil, grass and trees were flying, forming large and small mounds.

Soon a pair of coffins were carried out, and then the servants put all the funerary objects into sacks.

Suddenly, someone shouted in a low voice: "My lord."

"What's the matter?"

Hearing the sound, Wei Anwu leaped a few times suddenly, and appeared twenty or thirty feet away, and came to a man in black.

In front of the two of them, stood a mottled tombstone. Under the moonlight, one could see the inscription on the inscription "Test the tomb of Lin Qingyun first". As for the slightly smaller words on the side, it was not clear in the night.

"My lord, look." The man in black took out the torch, blew on it a few times, and ignited a little flame.

I saw a coffin made of golden nanmu. The lid of the coffin had been lifted and lay on the ground. Inside lay a corpse dressed in gold silk and jade armor. His eyes were closed and his face was purple and wrinkled. Only inch-long canine teeth protrude from the lips, and the nails of both hands are black and shiny.

With the reflection of the moonlight, a layer of white hair began to grow slowly from all over the corpse.

Seeing this, Wei Anwu immediately kicked with his foot, and the heavy coffin lid spun a few times in the air, and then closed on the coffin with a bang.

Wei Anwen also came over at this time and asked, "What happened?"

"The corpses of the ancestors of the Lin family have not rotted for 300 years, and they are now blessed with white hair. The body has changed in just a few days." Wei Anwu said unhurriedly. As an innate warrior, he had also killed There are quite a few walking corpses that have just transformed into corpses, or poisonous insects and beasts that have begun to transform into spirits.

"Clean up this place without leaving any traces. Not far from the foot of the mountain, there is a Zhuangzi in our Weifu. You four take advantage of the night to carry this coffin inside. Remember to move quickly and don't let others see it. An Wu, you follow, if the body changes, restrain it, and I will notify the adults." Wei Anwen ordered.

(End of this chapter)