It’s too difficult to cultivate immortality, so I used a strange beast to clone myself into a Taoist

Chapter 85 News of Death
  "Are you Fu Bo's son, Fu Tiancheng?"

In the quiet room of the gymnasium, Wen Shoufei looked at Fubo in front of him and said.

In the quiet room, the soothing sandalwood curls up.

There are various elixirs placed on the wooden shelves.

Wen Shoufei was wearing a white gown, with silver patterns specially made by Wulao Qingxinzhai on the collar and cuffs.

Feeling the pressure from the spiritual master, Fu Tiancheng said a little cautiously,

"Returning to the fasting master, I am."

Wen Shoufei nodded, flicked his finger, and a bottle of elixir flew towards Fu Tiancheng.

"This is a marrow-cleansing pill, which can help you cleanse the marrow impurities and enter the realm of marrow refining. In addition, I will leave the medicine shop on Changning Street to you."

Fu Tiancheng looked overjoyed when he heard this.
  "Thank you, Lord Zhai."

"No need to thank you. You did a good job. You found a good seedling. Let's go down."

Wen Shoufei waved his hand and signaled Fu Tiancheng to leave.

Outside the quiet room, Fu Bo has been waiting silently.

Seeing Fu Tiancheng coming out at this moment, his eyes suddenly lit up.
  "What did the owner say?"

Fu Tiancheng smiled and chanted: "Marrow Cleansing Pill, the pharmacy on Changning Street."

"Okay, okay, you boy, you really have a good sense! There are so many tenants in the Wang residence, but you are the only one who has chosen Li Qinglin!"

Facing his father's approval, Fu Tiancheng was a little dazed at first.

How could the person he randomly selected in the king's residence inexplicably grow to this point and become his direct disciple inexplicably?

At first, I just saw that he was diligent in practicing, which suited my temperament, right?

But for some reason, with the reward from the owner, the approval from his father, and the congratulations from his fellow disciples, the trance in Fu Tiancheng's heart gradually dissipated.

Instead there was some suspicion.

"Could it be that I am really a wise man with a unique vision?"

……

On this day, a fast horse galloped from the official road, and smoke and dust billowed.

Wang Song was wearing a black cloak, his whole face hidden in the shadows, and he was holding a gray urn in his arms.

The strength poured into the horse under his crotch, and the horse's hooves flew like sparks.

When Wang Song arrived at the king's house, he turned over and dismounted. The horse neighed and fell to the ground with blood flowing from its seven orifices.

Taking out his identity token, Wang Song went straight into the house.

A moment later, in the meeting hall of the royal residence, Grandpa Wang looked at the ash urn in front of him. He felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He had aged dozens of years and collapsed on the ground.

"You mean, my Xian'er's ashes are all left in this urn?"

Wang Song was silent for a while, unable to suppress the grief in his heart, he choked and said,

"Grandpa, my condolences. The Tribulation Territory invaded, Shui Hengliu was born, and the young master, in order to seek immortality, did not pass through the mountain gate of Lihuogangfeng..."

Grandpa Wang raised his head blankly,

"If you haven't broken through, then how did you break through?"

The Tribulation Territory can be caught in the fire. If you want to leave, there must be an external force to fight against the entire Tribulation Territory and drag out the intruder alive.

Or, catch the ‘knife’!
  This object is a relatively rare and core existence in the Tribulation Domain, which is the fairy fate that everyone seeks.

Wang Song heard this and took out a palm-sized, dusty bag from his arms. The mouth of the bag was intertwined with gold and jade threads, revealing an inexplicable Taoist charm.

"Wang was lucky enough to not force his way through the mountain gate. Instead, he picked up this...storage bag behind the stairs where he rested at the foot of the mountain."

Storage bags? !

Grandpa Wang looked at this fairy treasure with dull eyes.

"If grandpa wants to punish the old slave, the old slave will voluntarily abandon the storage bag and let it turn into powder!" Wang Song said through gritted teeth.

It's like some kind of wise saying, the iron law of the movement of heaven.

Once the causal connection between the fairy and the knife-catcher is severed, the fairy fate brought out in the Tribulation Realm will re-experience and flow through the period from ancient times to reality, and most of the fairy fate will turn into powder.

Grandpa Wang waved his hand dejectedly,

"Why waste everything? Just go down."

"What about the other treasures obtained during this pioneering trip?"

"Go to Wang Chang to get the key and put it in the arsenal."

"Yes, my condolences, grandpa." Wang Song comforted him softly.

Grandpa Wang had no expression and looked at the gray urn in his hand absentmindedly.

Wang Changsheng, the only immortal cultivator in the Wang residence, has been dead for more than twenty years, and his body was only recently recovered.

And the son he loved most, Wang Xian, was now a handful of ashes.

The sky is long, why should it be treated less favorably than me! !

Grandpa Wang thought and shed two lines of tiger tears.

But after all, it had gone through many vicissitudes of life. In the midst of grief, Grandpa Wang thought about the successor to the royal residence.

Childish faces passed through his mind one after another, and finally, they settled on the face of a brave and burly young man with curly hair.

"Meng'er?"

Grandpa Wang gradually calmed down his emotions, pondered for a moment, and suddenly called Wang Chang to take charge.
  "On the night when Xian'er went to the camp, was there anyone else who sought immortality or escaped from the expanding Tribulation Territory?"

Wang Chang recalled for a moment and said,

"Yes, not everyone entered the Tribulation Territory at that time, including the stationed patrols, archers, hired martial artists, um, by the way, there were also several teams that were ordered to carry out secret orders, and some people escaped."

"Find everyone back and interrogate what happened that night in detail. Wang Song said that Xian'er died on the way to seek immortality. I believe it.

But I can't just take his word for it. "

"Yes!" Wang Chang was immediately ordered to leave the meeting hall.

But after a while, Wang Chang came back in a hurry again with an embarrassed look on his face.
  "Grandpa, there is something I don't know whether to talk about or not."

Grandpa Wang’s eyes were cold.
  "If you say one more nonsense, just resign and return home."

Wang Chang's body trembled and he immediately replied,

"Grandpa, the list of people who need to be interrogated has been released. That's all the others. After all, it's just interrogation, so it's harmless. But there is one person among them, but I can't make up my mind..."

Wang Chang raised his head, looked at Grandpa Wang's face, and then continued,
  "It's Li Qinglin. After he left the house a month ago, for some reason, he first became a flag bearer and punished, and then joined Wulaoqing Xinzhai and became Wen Shoufei's direct disciple.

This news has been spreading wildly in outer cities recently! "

"Grandpa, you also know that Wen Shoufei is a bit special. Not only is he a master of spiritual cultivation, but he is also a ruthless boss who protects his shortcomings. He doesn't even give the rest of the family face. If he rashly interrogates Li Qinglin, I'm afraid..."

Grandpa Wang's palm quietly grasped the armrest, five large tendons protruded, and his fingers even clenched into the wood.

His face became calmer and calmer, approaching deathly silence.

There's a calm before the storm.

As the head of the Wang family, he naturally analyzes the pros and cons more than ordinary people, and even eliminates all emotional influences.

It's not worth touching Li Qinglin now.

and so on.

Wait for him to fall into a trough, wait for him to show his flaws...

"I understand, so let's leave him alone for now."

"You go do your business."

Wang Chang nodded and slowly retreated.

And on the other side,
  Wang Song was ordered to take the key, and under the guidance of his servants, he passed through the Changting Waterside Pavilion and came to a treasure house sealed with a dragon-breaking stone.

After taking out the key and checking his identity, Wang Song lit the torch and walked along the quiet stone corridor into the Wang Family Treasure House.

Along the way, various hundred-year-old Ganoderma lucidum and mountain blood root are quietly placed in special wooden boxes, as well as secret medicines such as Huangya Dan and Marrow Cleansing Pill.

On the walls, various hundred-forged weapons such as axes, halberds, swords, whips, maces, etc. were hung, emitting a sharp and dim light.

But Wang Song turned a deaf ear to this, took out the treasure from the storage bag, put it into the treasure house, and silently took out a smooth bronze mirror in a corner.

A trace of lines as thin as a spider web crawled strangely through Wang Song's eyes, occupying all of his pupils.

The fingers danced into specific seals, and Qi and blood flowed through the fingertips, lightly or heavily touching the surface of the bronze mirror.

Then, lines of writing emerged.

Wang Song quickly read the handwriting.

"Asking for supplies...the demon saint behind it...conspired to do something big..."

"Wei Liang, could the reason why you want to hunt down Li Qinglin be related to this matter?"

The spider web lines under Wang Song's eyes flickered and then disappeared quickly.

Wang Song's face remained as usual, he put back the bronze mirror, swept the ends of his sleeves, and a pair of anklets as white as snow disappeared quietly from the cabinet.

He left the treasure house and returned to his residence, where he lived in seclusion for several days.

After that, on an ordinary day, he received a mission to go out on business and quietly left the royal residence.

Heading towards the outer city.

……

A few days after becoming the direct disciple of Wulao Qingxinzhai, all the troubles Li Qinglin expected did not happen.

For example, some people from Yu Zong, Shan Zong, and Dian Zong came to provoke Li Qinglin without opening their eyes, other gyms came to challenge Li Qinglin by name, Wu Houjing's followers, family members, and good friends came to take revenge...

I didn't even see any of these things.

Li Qinglin practiced martial arts peacefully every day, went to Wu Lao Qing Xin Zhai to consult with the martial arts masters, competed with his fellow disciples, and asked Lan Yu to make medicinal baths from various medicinal materials in the warehouse to strengthen the body of his family...

My life was fulfilling and peaceful. The only shortcoming was probably this guy Li Qingqing.

After being kicked out of several academies one after another, the master personally asked him to pick up his disciples.

But it was Li Qingqing who didn't study all day in the academy. Instead, he was selling candies and snacks at low prices, just like a canteen!
  I even heard people say that she has begun to get involved in high-end fields such as rice paper, calligraphy brushes, and inkstones!

"Tell me! Where did you get these things?"

Li Qinglin's face was cold and he looked at Li Qingqing with a gloomy look.

Li Qingqing was wearing a thin red coat, and he was extremely well-behaved, standing where he was.

"It was given to me by the salesman Liu in the alley on the right at the end of this street. He said that big brother, you have become capable and famous, so he will cooperate with me. I will provide the sales, he will provide the source of the goods, and then we will get a 91% share."

Li Qinglin frowned: "You are one and he is nine?"

Li Qingqing's nose and eyebrows suddenly wrinkled together, his neck pulled back, and he glanced at Li Qinglin in surprise.
  "Now it's me and him! I'm not stupid!"

When Li Qinglin heard this, he laughed angrily and gave Li Qingqing two hard blows. The pain made Li Qingqing's head buzz, and then he said,
  "If something similar comes to you in the future, you have to tell me in advance, you know?"

"I know, brother." Li Qingqing felt aggrieved.

Li Qinglin reluctantly returned to the north room and opened the window. Outside the window, green strips of green bamboo hung down and fell in front of the window.

He took out the rosewood and took a deep breath, barely suppressing the anger in his heart.

"As my reputation grows, there will not be fewer things like this in the future."

Li Qinglin's eyes gradually became deeper.

In life, unless you are alone and have no desires, you will always have flaws and weaknesses.

At this time, Li Xianshi, Li Qingjing, and Li Qingqing were his weaknesses.

If you have a weakness, you will be threatened by others and unable to do whatever you want. It is like being shackles and shackles, walking slowly, and being scolded by predators for not struggling and making progress!
  But fortunately, as long as Li Qinglin is strong enough and goes on a rampage to tear down everything in his way, his family will be safer.

At that time, the offensive and defensive momentum was different, and it was his enemy's turn to worry. For fear of something happening to the Li family, he broke the shackles and shackles, completely unleashing the beast in Li Qinglin's heart.

(End of this chapter)