Changsheng: I, Cao, can see the prompt

Chapter 81
One month passed in a blink of an eye, and when Cao Lin was one year old, Cao Wei released the restraint in Baizhu Mountain, and he and Niu Shougang greeted the guests outside the mansion ahead of time.

There were two people who entered the red sand bamboo forest first. Niu Shougang walked forward a few steps and said with a loud smile, "You are the first to come here, you are not like you! Let's go, I will take you to see my great great-grandson." , that kid is very smart, and he will definitely be better than his old man in the future."

"Don't brag, you Daoyou Cao has already established a foundation at such a young age, and now he is about to step into the threshold of alchemy masters, and he is among the inner disciples of your alchemy hall."

Fang Fu didn't flatter either, saying that the tiger father has no dogs, otherwise it would seem too outsider.

After all, in the world of practice, from the beginning of qi refining to the golden core stage, the innate spiritual root is extremely important, and determines the lower limit of a practitioner.

As for the rumors that after the Nascent Soul, it doesn't pay much attention to the spiritual root qualifications, but more importantly, it lies in the two aspects of personal comprehension and Taoism.

But that's also because those monks with insufficient spiritual roots are almost impossible to practice to the Nascent Soul stage, so they have been screened out long ago.

Occasionally, there are one or two big opportunities in the body, and it is difficult to find such a character in ten thousand years, and there is no reference value.

Saying that, the two walked into the mansion with a smile.

It is inconvenient for Cao Wei to interfere with the way of communication between the older generation of monks.

He went up to a man in brocade with star eyebrows and sword eyes, bowed his hands to invite, and said with a smile, "Brother Fang Xian, please come in quickly, and please sit down for a while. Calculate the time, Fellow Daoist Ning and Fellow Daoist Lu are coming soon. "

"Don't mind my father's words just now, Fellow Daoist Cao. This is the medicinal material of Peishen Pill that you asked for earlier, because the purple god flower is really hard to find, I only found eight servings, I am really sorry, your earlier I also put the remaining spirit stones in the storage bag, so you can count them and see if the number is correct." Fang Ming took out a storage bag and handed it over.

In fact, there is no shortage of this purple god flower in the Qingxia sect, but recently, Xiaguang Zhenjun in the sect needs to use a large amount of this kind of medicinal material as a medicine primer in order to refine a batch of Nascent Soul-level spiritual pills.

Of course, this kind of thing is only known to the Master Zhidian and a few Foundation Establishment cultivators who are in charge of the elixir, so it is inconvenient to mention it to other cultivators.

Cao Wei took the storage bag, and did not count the number of elixir and spirit stones according to what he said, but simply hung it on his waist and welcomed him into the mansion.

Before crossing the threshold, he turned to the four monks in the late stage of Qi refining in front of the door and said: "You guys are here to welcome guests first, and I will come back as soon as I go."

"Yes." The four said in unison.

They are those late-stage qi refining monks who are innocent, and they have come here one after another in the past few years.

Cao Wei did not treat these people badly either. In addition to letting them continue to be in charge of the medicine fields of the two side peaks of Zizhu and Nanzhu, he also gave some guidance on alchemy.

Of course, the surplus medicines such as Huang Ya Dan and Tong Mai San that were refined were handed over to Cao Wei for sale, and this situation would continue until they built their foundation.

This is the rule strictly observed by all parties. On the side of the Pill Hall, there are pills, while in the Hall of Artifacts, it is a magic weapon, and in the Hall of Talismans, it is a talisman.

Not long after, Cao Wei came out again, and welcomed Ning Yanlin and Lu Hu, two pairs of master and apprentice, so that this small gathering among friends held on the basis of the child's first birthday was officially held.

Everyone drank and ate food, chatted with each other, and the atmosphere was extremely harmonious for a while.

The last group of people came to the side hall, and the two maids were putting books, pens, inks, papers, seals, swords, medicinal materials, pills, talismans, array flags, wine bottles and other twenty or thirty kinds of things on the carpet. Put it in a circle.

Then Niu Yuhan hugged Cao Lin, put him in the circle, and said with a smile, "Lin'er, go and choose one, see what you like."

Cao Lin sat inside, looking left and right. Among the crowd watching, he first picked up the book and took a bite, then threw it away when he thought it was not tasty, then took a bite of an elixir with lingering fragrance , and then laughed at everyone.

"This child seems to be destined for the old man, grow up quickly, and the old man will teach you how to cultivate elixir." Fang Fu laughed.

"It seems that you are just a farmer." Niu Shougang walked over and hugged him, teasing Cao Lin.

As soon as the words fell, everyone present laughed loudly.

A small gathering broke up in cheers.

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Suddenly, it was more than ten days.

On the third floor of the cave mansion, Cao Wei and Hei Bao stepped into the corpse building, and saw that layers of ice had already condensed around the cedar coffin in the hall, the ice was piercing, and there were strands of gray and black corpses between the coffin cracks. The air escaped, and there seemed to be a low, beast-like panting sound in it, making the atmosphere extremely depressing and infiltrating.

Cao Wei stood in front of the coffin and pointed forward, drawing out of thin air.

I saw drops of blood emerging from his fingertips, floating in the air, following the movement of his fingers, turning into strands of blood lines as thin as hair, and finally converging into a complicated rune.

This talisman is about seven feet long and two feet wide, and the blood shines brightly.

After the blood talisman was formed, Cao Wei whispered softly, muttered something, and then pointed forward, the talisman flew out and then disappeared into the coffin from mid-air.

After a while, there seemed to be a sharp sound of fingernails scratching the wooden boards in the building, and there was a sudden sound of grinding teeth. This sound was chaotic and sharp.

Suddenly, these voices stopped abruptly.

At this time, the fur of the black panther on the side froze, and he ran up to Cao Wei, bowed his back, looked fiercely at the coffin, and growled dully.

'Bang' sound.

The heavy coffin lid was blown away by a cloud of black air, flew up, rolled a few times, and fell heavily on the stone bricks on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, a refined corpse covered in bronze armor straightened its arms, stood upright from the coffin, and jumped down without bending its knees.

"As expected of the corpse of Zhuji who had been buried deep underground for more than [-] years, the corpse's aura is already so frightening when it first becomes a bronze armored corpse." Cao Wei stood three feet away and looked at it with the same spirit corpse in his hand.

With a wave of his sleeves, a ray of light flew out from the cuffs, and instantly turned into a three-foot green spear, shooting towards the corpse.

With one blow, the long sword barely pierced through the copper armor, but it was counterattacked by its corpse aura after penetrating less than three points into the body.

I saw that under the filth of the corpse, the aura of the long sword dimmed a little, and the spirituality faded a lot.

Seeing this, Cao Wei nodded in satisfaction, then reached out and wiped from the storage bag at his waist, and took out a brown-yellow round shield, which spread a layer of aura around his body.

Immediately afterwards, he manipulated the refined corpse to attack him, but at the same time, he had already exerted some force on the same-spirit corpse weapon in his hand, and if something happened, he would immediately crush it.

As soon as the corpse received the command to guard the corpse, only a phantom was left on the spot, and the ten inch-long jet-black nails had already pierced straight towards the aura of body protection.

The light shield was not broken, but Cao Weidun felt a powerful and deep force attacking him, and he was thrown into the air all of a sudden, and smashed heavily onto the formation restraining light curtain more than ten feet away.

(End of this chapter)