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"Uncle Eight, are you feeling better?"

Wang Qiuxin squatted in front of Wang Changhuan's bed and asked with concern.

Wang Changxing left a last word before his death, hoping that Wang Changhuan would take good care of Wang Qiuxin, Wang Changhuan did not break his promise, and treated Wang Qiuxin like his grandson, and taught him how to refine tools.

Wang Qiuxin was married, and the marriage was handled by Wang Changhuan.

"It's much better. There are two books in the drawer. Go and take them out. One is the experience of refining tools in my life, and the other is the harm caused by the evil spirit of the earth to the monks. After I die, you can take these two books. Send it to the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion and remind future generations that it is not a last resort, and don’t use the evil spirit of the earth to build the foundation, it’s nothing at first, as time goes by, the evil spirit will cause more damage to the cultivator’s body.”

According to what Wang Changhuan said, Wang Qiuxin took out two thick books from the drawer. One of the yellow books recorded the pain of Wang Changhuan being tortured by evil spirits. Just seeing those words made Wang Qiuxin feel a little scared. How much pain has been suffered.

"Eighth Uncle, the evil spirit of the earth has such big drawbacks, why do you still use the spirit of the earth to attack the foundation stage?"

Wang Changhuan smiled bitterly and said, "In the past, the family was very poor, and life was very tight. After many years of hard work, it was possible to save up spirit stones to buy a foundation building pill. At that time, it would be good to be able to build foundations. I just haven’t experienced it personally, you are much happier than me, and there will be no drawbacks to taking the foundation building pills. Having said that, I am really happy to see you taking the building foundation pills to build the foundation!”

Wang Changhuan told Wang Qiuxin about the family's previous hard times, and Wang Qiuxin listened in front of the bed.

He had read the history of the family's development in the classics before, but he didn't feel how difficult the family was at the time. Now, listening to Wang Changhuan's personal experience, Wang Qiuxin felt the same way, and secretly said: "Without the selfless dedication of the ancestors of the past, the family would not be what it is today, and it is impossible for me. Take the Foundation Building Dan to build the foundation."

"Qiu Xin, the family will depend on you in the future. Refining is the foundation of our family. This craftsmanship cannot be lost. You must pass it on. My uncle will stop at the second-tier high-grade refiner in this life. I hope you can join the refining process. Even further, if you become a Tier 3 weapon refiner, remember to go to your uncle's grave and tell your uncle."

A relieved expression appeared on Wang Changhuan's face, and he said with a smile.

"Uncle, don't talk nonsense. You will definitely live well in front of the grave. Grandson still has a lot to learn from you! Uncle, you..."

Before Wang Qiuxin's words were finished, Wang Changhuan struggled violently again, his face twisted and his limbs moved.

"Not good, Fourth Uncle, Eighth Uncle is sick again, come quickly!"

Wang Qiuxin hurried out, and when he brought Wang Qingqi back to the house, he found that Wang Changhuan had lost his breath.

"Eighth Uncle's heart is broken. He is clearly wearing the jade pendant for protecting the heart. As long as he injects mana into the jade pendant, it can prevent the earthly evil from eroding his heart to a certain extent."

Wang Qingqi frowned and looked at the red jade pendant on Wang Changhuan's chest.

It could be seen that Wang Changhuan was fed up with the torment of the Earth Demonic Qi, allowing the Earth Demonic Qi to shatter his heart.

"It's all my fault. I said how the eighth uncle explained his last words to me. How could I be so stupid! It's all my fault. I killed the eighth uncle."

Wang Qiuxin's eyes were red, and he cried.

"Qiu Xin, I don't blame you, the eighth uncle is thinking about it. His old man has been tortured by the evil spirit of the earth for decades. This is a relief to him."

To be honest, Wang Qingqi blamed himself the most. If his alchemy level was higher, he might be able to refine the elixirs to dissolve the evil spirit of the earth.

"We don't have to blame ourselves anymore, hurry up and report it to the Patriarch! The most important thing is to take care of Uncle Eighth's funeral."

Seven days later, Wang Qingkai held a grand funeral for Wang Changhuan.

After Wang Changhuan left, Wang Changqing was the only cultivator of the "long" generation.

Wang Changqing has cultivated to the third floor of the foundation building, and Mo Caiyun is the eighth floor of the foundation building.

Wang Mingjiang's eldest son took two foundation building pills before and after but failed to enter the foundation building stage. He has given up and is currently responsible for teaching the younger generation to practice and passing on the elders.

A five-story cyan attic, with a large number of cyan lotus carved on the pillars, and the three characters "Tibetan Scripture Pavilion" written on the plaque.

The surface of the attic is engraved with a large number of exquisite patterns, surrounded by heavy restrictions, and two lifelike golden guards stand at the entrance of the attic.

"This is our Wang Family's Book Collection Pavilion. There are many restrictions. Come with me one by one. Don't run around. If the restrictions are triggered, I can't save you. Do you understand?"

Wang Changyang pointed to the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion and said solemnly, behind him, there were more than twenty six or seven-year-old children.

Spiritual roots can be detected at the age of five. If there are spiritual roots, they will be sent to a preaching institute to learn theoretical knowledge. After one year, they will start to choose exercises.

Today is the time to choose exercises.

"Qiu Yong, you and I will go to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to choose the exercises. Others stay here and are not allowed to run around, you know?"

Wang Changyang took a six-year-old boy to the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion. The boy was his grandson Wang Qiuyong.

They stopped at a distance of 30 feet from the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion. Wang Changyang took out a cyan token, a cyan lotus lit up on the surface of the token, and a blue light flew out, and it was fleeting. Into the left eye of a golden guard.

The two golden armored guards each spewed out a large piece of golden glow, which turned into a golden ladder and landed in front of Wang Changyang.

Wang Changyang picked up Wang Qiuyong and stood on top of the golden cloud ladder, which rolled them up and disappeared into the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion. The hall of the Sutra Collection Pavilion is very spacious. There are more than a dozen puppet beasts standing in the corners. There is a blue counter on the left. A middle-aged man with a fair face is sitting behind the counter, holding a book in his hand. .

There are more than a dozen tall wooden bookshelves in the hall, and each shelf is filled with a large number of classics, jade slips, and bamboo slips.

There is a sign hanging on each bookshelf, which reads "Medicine", "Planting", "Puppet", "Formation", "Talisman", "Refining Tool", "Cultivation Technique" and so on.

"Grandfather, there are so many classics! How can I finish picking them?"

Wang Changyang smiled slightly and said: "These are all the books collected by the ancestors of the past dynasties. You are here to choose the exercises, and you have to choose the bookshelf where the exercises are placed. You have to strive for success. In the future, you will go to the second floor of the Sutra Collection Pavilion. Brother Ji, you can only go to the second floor."

On the bookshelf are a large number of kung fu classics~www.readwn.com~Golden Cloud Art, "Yanhu Gong", "Cang Yuan**"...

Wang Qiuyong was dazzled, there were too many exercises, and he couldn't see it at all.

"Okay, I found it. This "Crazy Sand Art" is good. It matches your spiritual root attribute, and the training speed is not slow."

Wang Changyang chose an earth-attribute exercise, Wang Qiuyong didn't understand anything, and didn't ask much, anyway, Wang Changyang wouldn't hurt him.

After copying the exercises, Wang Changyang left with Wang Qiuyong.

"Grandfather, is that person just now the guardian of the pavilion you said?"

"That's right, they sit in the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion all the year round and can consult all the books. They won't leave the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion unless they are successful in their cultivation. You have to practice diligently, fight for your grandfather, and advance to the Foundation Establishment period. Don't let anyone see it. flat."

Wang Changyang lovingly touched Wang Qiuyong's little head, and warned earnestly.

"Understood, grandfather, grandson will work hard to cultivate."