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Chapter 1383 Ye Haitang's Plan
In a secluded courtyard, Wang Qingshan was talking to Ye Haitang.

"Cousin Qingshan, I have made up my mind, I can help, you bring me along! I want to participate."

Ye Haitang's expression was firm. She returned to Qinglian Island after refining the Spirit Treasure Hundred Ghost Boat.

During the trip to Zhenxian Pagoda, the Wang family got several fourth-order Yin Beast Pills, and Wang Qingqi helped her refine them into Huangquan Pills.

Ye Haitang planned to go to northern Xinjiang with Wang Qingshan, first to find out the murderer who killed Ye Yutong and weaken the power of the inner demon; second, to travel around to resolve the bottleneck.

"Since you have made up your mind, then go to the northern border with me! But the ugly words come first, you must obey the command, and you are not allowed to mess around. We can't provoke Jiuyouzong for the time being."

Wang Qingshan's expression was solemn. About a hundred years ago, Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan went to the world of cultivating immortals in the northern border, but they did not find any clues. Instead, they were severely injured by the deputy master of Jiuyou Sect, and it took decades of recuperation to recover.

"It's natural, I won't mess around."

Ye Haitang fully agreed, even if Wang Qingshan didn't say anything, she wouldn't mess around.

Wang Qingshan suddenly sensed something, took out a communication plate from his sleeve, and entered a formula, Wang Changsheng's joyful voice suddenly sounded: "Qingshan, a complete set of flying swords has been refined, and I sent it to you."

"Thank you Uncle Jiu, I'll open the door for you right now."

Wang Qingshan smiled happily, striding towards the gate of the courtyard.

Seeing this scene, Ye Haitang was full of envy. It is impossible for Wang Changsheng to refine magic weapons for all the younger generations. It is too time-consuming to refine a magic weapon. If it is quick to refine a magic weapon, it will take a year and a half. very normal thing.

Most of the natal magic weapons of the high-ranking monks of the Wang family came from Zhenhaizong, and most of them were refined by Wang Qingqing.

Ye Haitang doesn't have any talismans yet. Strictly speaking, she has high vision and doesn't like ordinary magic weapons. She plans to collect more materials and ask Wang Changsheng to help refine a set of magic weapons.

Not long after, Wang Changsheng walked in, and he took out a two-foot-long blue sword case with several blue lotus flowers engraved on it.

Wang Qingshan took the cyan sword box with both hands, opened the box, and there were nine green flying swords inside.

The nine blue flying swords seemed to sense something, and they flew up one after another, making clear and loud sword sounds, flying around Wang Qingshan indefinitely.

"Thank you, Uncle Jiu, I really like this set of flying swords."

Wang Qingshan was ecstatic and thanked him repeatedly.

"One family does not talk about two families. With this set of flying swords by your side, your strength will improve a lot, but you have to remember that there is still a mountain as high as a mountain. Don't think that you are invincible because you are a swordsman. How many young heroes died of pride?"

Wang Changsheng's expression was serious, full of concern.

Wang Qingshan's personal strength is relatively strong. This does not mean that he is invincible at the same level. Before the trip to the northern border, Wang Changsheng was also a little inflated. Apes, they are dead.

Since Wang Qingshan stepped into the realm of cultivating immortals, he has lost less and won more. He has not met many geniuses and heroes. If he really meets a master of the sect, Wang Qingshan may not be able to please him.

"Nephew noted it down, thank you Uncle Jiu."

Wang Qingshan nodded and agreed. Wang Changsheng didn't know that he had two spiritual treasures. Wang Qingshan was not proud. During his trip to the world of cultivating immortals in the Central Plains, he defeated many young heroes, and also lost to several young heroes, among other things , he couldn't defeat Zhou Yunxiao.

With a gratified expression on Wang Changsheng's face, he looked at Ye Haitang and said with a smile, "Haitang, when you enter the Nascent Soul stage, uncle will also refine a set of magic weapons for you."

Ye Haitang is the only immortal cultivator in the Wang family who practiced Tianpin Kung Fu, and he is also the clan member with the highest level of formation. Wang Changsheng is very optimistic about Ye Haitang.

"Thank you Uncle, I plan to go to Northern Xinjiang with Cousin Qingshan to investigate the murderer who killed my brother."

Wang Changsheng sighed softly, and said: "Northern Xinjiang is no better than South China Sea. Our power in Northern Xinjiang is not strong. You should be more careful. Aunt Ximen has many acquaintances in Northern Xinjiang. You should ask her for advice. Don't rush into it. After waiting for so many years, it is not too late to wait, in short, your safety is the most important."

"Understood, Uncle Jiu (uncle)."

Wang Qingshan and Ye Haitang fully agreed.

After chatting for a while, Wang Changsheng left and returned to Qinglian Peak.

He had just refined a set of flying swords, and he needed to rest for a while, and he was ashamed to let Fairy Ziyue continue refining the magic weapon.

A valley full of exotic flowers and plants, in the valley there is a mansion that occupies an extremely large area.

Courtyard pavilions, rock gardens, and more than a dozen unique courtyards.

Wang Yingjie stood in front of a vast spiritual field. There was a large piece of light blue grass in the spiritual field. The grass had nine leaves, the leaves were round, and there were some golden lines on the surface.

There is a strong medicinal fragrance in the air. These green grasses are Nine-Leaf Golden Grass. The 300-year-old Nine-Leaf Golden Grass is one of the adjuvants of healing elixirs. The dosage is relatively large, but this kind of spiritual grass is not good Planting has relatively high requirements on the environment.

Wang Yingjie squatted down and stared at a nine-leaf golden grass. The color of the leaves was dim and looked a little wilted.

"How is it? Yingjie, is there any help?"

Wang Changjie came over with concern on his face.

These nine-leaf golden grasses are more than 200 years old, and in another sixty years they can be used to refine healing elixirs. Unexpectedly, their growth was suddenly frustrated, and the Lingzhifu in the clan were helpless. Please Wang Yingjie come and have a look.

Wang Yingjie stood up and said, "It's a little troublesome, I need to prepare some kind of spiritual liquid to water it."

He has stayed at the Zhenhaizong site for nearly a hundred years. In his spare time, he would go to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to look up planting classics. He has read all the planting classics of Zhenhaizong. A certain classic introduced this situation.

Wang Changjie frowned, and said, "Spiritual liquid! Can it be prepared? What materials are needed."

"The materials are not particularly precious. They should be in the family treasure house. This is the list, but the spiritual liquid needs to be refined by an alchemist, and my grandson doesn't know alchemy."

While talking, Wang Yingjie took out a cyan jade slip and handed it to Wang Changjie.

Wang Changjie swept his consciousness, took out a communication plate, entered a formula, and gestured for a while.

"Someone from the tribe will bring the elixir later, you can guide me at the side! As long as the Nine-leaf Golden Grass can be cured, I will definitely not treat you badly."

"Yes, my ancestor."

Wang Yingjie repeatedly agreed. The difference between his and Wang Changjie's names was only one word, and the difference in generation was ten generations.

After a cup of tea, the tribe brought the elixir.

Under Wang Yingjie's command, Wang Changjie successfully refined the spirit liquid, diluted it at a ratio of one to five, and put it into a blue jade bottle.

When he came to the Lingtian, Wang Changjie threw the cyan jade bottle over the Lingtian, and entered a formula.

With a flash of blue light, a large piece of light blue liquid flew out and evenly sprinkled in the spiritual field.

"Irrigate it with diluted spiritual liquid every day, and it should be able to cure the nine-leaf golden grass."

Wang Yingjie said with some uncertainty, he didn't want to talk too much, leaving room for himself.

"I've worked hard for you these past few days. Come and see more. If the nine-leaf golden grass grows better, I will definitely reward you."

Wang Changjie said kindly.

"It is the duty of the grandson to do things for the ancestors, and the grandson dare not ask for rewards."

Wang Yingjie said honestly, with a sincere tone.

"Cure the Nine-leaf Golden Grass first, anyway, I won't treat you badly, take good care of the Nine-Leaf Golden Grass."

"Yes, my ancestor."

Wang Yingjie smiled happily, and patted his chest to agree. Wang Changjie's seniority was second only to Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan. If he could win Wang Changjie's favor, it would be of great benefit to his future development.

"You have worked hard these past few days. This bottle of elixir rewards you. You are a descendant of Qingling, and you practice very hard. You must continue to work hard and don't slack off."

Wang Changjie took out a blue porcelain bottle and handed it to Wang Yingjie.

Wang Yingjie's diligence is well-known in the clan, and Wang Changjie has also heard of it.

"Thank you ancestors for the reward."

Wang Yingjie thanked him repeatedly, and took the cyan porcelain bottle with both hands.

(End of this chapter)