Family cultivation of immortality: starting from Jiuhua Mountain

The front line of the Southern Wilderness, the top of Xianxia Mountain.

At the last moment of his life, Patriarch Mo Yi seemed to have seen through everything. He took out the magic weapon [Mo Yuanzhu] that he had treasured for many years, handed it to Shen Yuntong and continued.

"Fellow Daoist Shen, this thing is too important. If you leave it to my disciples, it will bring disaster to them. I hope you can take care of the descendants of my disciples for the sake of the past and ensure that they have a worry-free life."

[Mo Yuanzhu] is a fifth-level low-grade magic weapon that ancestor Mo Yi found in the ancient cave in his early years. Although it was given to Shen Yuntong, it could not exert its original power.

But the power of the fifth-level magic weapon is far superior to that of the fourth-level magic weapon. Even if it is used as an array weapon, it can save Shen Yuntong hundreds of thousands of good deeds.

The fifth-level magic weapon is also very precious to the Golden Core Stage monks, enough to arouse their jealousy. Without the Mo Yi Patriarch, relying only on He Canfei and the first-level cultivation of the Zi Mansion may not be able to keep this magic weapon. It will lead to unexpected disasters.

Even if Patriarch Luo and Shen Yuntong, the ancestors of the sect's golden elixir, resist their greed, hostile golden elixir monks like Qi Tianchen will secretly plan to attack the person who is assigned this magic weapon.

It was precisely because he thought about this clearly that Patriarch Mo Yi handed over this most precious magical weapon to Shen Yuntong, and at the same time found a long-term supporter for his disciple Qingyuan Sect.

Shen Yuntong had also received life-saving grace from Patriarch Mo Yi. He took the fifth-level magic weapon without hesitation, nodded and said.

"As long as I, Shen Yuntong, am here, I will protect them all their lives."

"This puts me at ease. Leaving the large spirit boat Xianxia Zhou magic weapon to the sect means that I have done my best for the sect."

"I have been running the Zi Mansion for more than 370 years. During this time, I have accumulated ten fourth-level magic weapons. Three of them were left to Canfei, three to Zhao'an, two to Yuchen, and the remaining two Just leave it to Daoyou Chen and his grandson."

Ancestor Mo Yi's ten fourth-level magical weapons are of different levels, and the two best ones are already fourth-level and high-grade.

Although Patriarch Mo Yi did not say it clearly, he still wanted to leave the best magic weapons to He Canfei and Cui Zhaoan.

Among these ten magical artifacts, the most precious one is called the Purple Gold Tiangang Cover. It is a fourth-grade high-grade defensive magical instrument. He Canfei left it to Cui Zhaoan. He himself chose the black jade Xuanqing, which is also a fourth-grade high-grade. sword.

There were six fourth-level medium-grade magical artifacts, and He Canfei chose one. He chose one instead of Cui Zhaoan, leaving the remaining four medium-grade magical artifacts to Mo Yuchen, Chen Yuhua and others.

After Mo Yuchen selected two fourth-level middle-grade magic weapons, he held He Canfei's sleeves and said quietly: "Elder brother, there are no Zifu monks at home now, so I just hold the fourth-order middle-grade magic weapons in my hands. It can’t be used at all, so why don’t you give me the fourth-level low-grade magic weapon in your hand.”

He Canfei was about to persuade him, but he saw Patriarch Mo Yi nodded slightly, and finally exchanged the two fourth-level low-grade magic weapons in his hand for Mo Yuchen.

One of the magical weapons assigned to Chen Yuhua and the old clan leader was the Red Cloud Spear.

Another fourth-level medium-grade magic weapon is called the Black Jade Shuttle. It is a shuttle-type magic weapon that can restrain the Gangqi shield and is better at sneak attacks on enemies.

Mo Yunsuo was given to the old clan leader, while Chen Yuhua refined the Red Cloud Spear.

These two fourth-level medium-grade magic weapons have different functions and are worth hundreds of thousands of spiritual stones. They are a complete windfall.

Originally, according to the agreement between Chen Yuhua and Patriarch Mo Yi, he would leave these magical artifacts to his disciples, and Chen Yuhua and the old patriarch had no share at all.

Unexpectedly, less than one night later, Patriarch Mo Yi suddenly changed his mind. Except for He Canfei and Cui Zhaoan, several other disciples did not inherit the fourth-level magic weapon for self-defense.

Ancestor Mo Yi had twelve disciples in his lifetime, but unfortunately only seven survived now. Except for Cui Zhaoan, it was difficult for the remaining disciples to open up the Zi Mansion.

Ancestor Mo Yi called the five disciples to the bedside and said, "Originally, I planned to leave a fourth-level magic weapon for each of you, but now the Liang Kingdom is in troubled times, and you are not strong enough, so it will be difficult for you to use it." If you show the power of a fourth-level magic weapon, you will cause trouble and be coveted by others." "I no longer have a third-level high-quality magic weapon with me. Each of you can choose one of the third-level magic weapons collected by Xianxia Pavilion. After I leave, you must listen to Senior Brother's words, support each other all the way, and never have conflicts."

As soon as Patriarch Mo Yi finished speaking, his disciples knelt down on the ground. For fear of disturbing Patriarch Mo Yi's explanation of the funeral, the five fellow disciples could only weep secretly and did not dare to cry slightly.

"Yuchen, after I leave, the whole Mo family will rely on you. I hope you can be careful in the future and not be as overbearing as before, causing trouble for the Mo family for nothing."

After explaining Mo Yuchen, Mo Yi Patriarch turned to Chen Yuhua and said: "Fellow Daoist Chen, Xianxia Fang will be handed over to you from now on. Remember what you promised me. The younger generation of my disciples will rely on you to care for them from now on." Take it."

"If you violate this oath, you already know the consequences, so I won't say more..."

Chen Yuhua said solemnly at this time: "Ancestor, please rest assured, I will definitely take care of my descendants. I will treat them equally as I treat my own clan members."

Ancestor Mo Yi waved, and soon a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl came in outside the cave. The girl was tall and slightly taller than Chen Yuhua. She had a red mole on the corner of her eyebrows, and she also looked heroic in temperament. pressing.

This woman looks young, and her cultivation has reached the seventh level of Qi Refining.

Ancestor Mo Yi asked the girl to come to the bed, turned his head and said with difficulty: "Friend Lu, this child is the descendant of my nephew, a monk with dual spiritual roots of fire and wood. I hope he can follow you to learn Taoism. I don't know what you are doing." Are you willing to accept this successor?"

After hearing what Ancestor Mo Yi said, Lu Changfeng suddenly became happy. He knew that his visit this time was not in vain, and the fourth-level elixir treasured by Ancestor Mo Yi might fall into his hands.

"What's this kid's name?"

"My nickname is Lanshan, and of course my Taoist name must be given by you, my master."

Ancestor Mo Yi leaned back with difficulty and watched with his own eyes as Mo Lanshan kowtowed to become a disciple and took shelter under Lu Changfeng's door. Then he took out nine jade slips from under the bedside and handed them to Lu Changfeng with his own hands. They were regarded as Mo Lanshan's apprenticeship gifts. .

After doing this, Patriarch Moyi's face began to turn gray. He seemed to have exhausted his last energy and said weakly to He Canfei.

"After I left, the coffin stayed on the top of the mountain for seven days. After Zhao'an came to worship, the body was burned and buried under Xianxia Mountain."

"Master's instructions have been recorded by my disciple." He Canfei finally couldn't bear it anymore and cried loudly.

"Chier, stop crying!"

Ancestor Mo Yi raised his right hand with difficulty at this time, and stroked the top of his head just like He Canfei did when he was a child. However, his energy was exhausted. As a powerful cultivator at the top of the Zifu, he could not even make a single tiny movement. If it can be completed, it will completely pass away from this world.

The next morning, Cui Zhaoan rushed to Xianxia Mountain after a long journey, only to find that his most respected master had passed away after running out of life.

Although it had been expected for so many years, this heavy blow still made Cui Zhaoan unable to breathe.

In a state of confusion, he followed the trend and attended his master's funeral. In a state of confusion, he returned to the Qingyuan Sect with his senior brother He Canfei.

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(End of this chapter)