Crazy Xiuxian, boundless magic power

The days passed quickly in peace and joy, the seasons changed from cold to hot, and winter went and summer came.

The tenth day of August.

Chu Wen's five spiritual roots were all refined to perfection, and after a day and a night, he finally succeeded in building the foundation.

Chu Wen sat in the side room, carefully feeling the changes brought about by the foundation building.

He could clearly feel the spiritual power in his body liquidating into water, becoming a warm, colorful current that cleansed his body from bottom to top, from the inside out, following the eight extraordinary meridians, forming a series of circulating spiritual power vortices.

The previously weak body was strengthened after the foundation was laid, the physical constitution underwent earth-shaking changes, and the body functions were far better than before.

The five senses and six consciousnesses are also enhanced, and one can even keenly capture the sound of petals falling gently in the backyard and the scent of grass growing.

When the moonlight fell, he could see the tiny specks of light contained in the strands of silver light.

This delicate perception makes everything come alive.

Chu Wen knew that he had completed the transformation from a mortal to an immortal and had officially embarked on the path of cultivating immortals.

That night.

After Xiuer fell asleep.

Widow Xu and Widow Zhou recited poems about geese all night long.

Chang Wei in the front yard wanted to keep up with Chu Wen's pace, but he only lasted for a dozen breaths and was scolded by He Xiangu.

The old monk seemed to have returned to the time when he was twenty-two years old and listened to the frogs croaking. He felt as if his heart was being scratched by a cat and tossed and turned all night without sleep.

He really couldn't understand, is it so easy to build a foundation?

Don’t you want the Foundation Building Pill?

Don’t you need someone to protect the law?

Doesn’t it take dozens or even hundreds of years to practice?

Could it be that this kid lied to me and didn't succeed in building his foundation?

But he just waved his hand and the stone bench in the yard flew into the air. This couldn't be faked.

Could it be that he is the one in a million genius in cultivation?

……

The night of August 12th.

Before the poetic and picturesque scene was released, widow Zhou and widow Xu were ill, and they entered the east wing with sweet words...

Ten thousand words are omitted here.

That person.

They look good.

It was clear last night.

Xu Yi will live together forever.

......

They spent the whole night speaking sweet words and reciting poems about geese. After all, they have high cultivation...

later.

They thought this was really interesting, and when Xiu'er woke up in the morning she wouldn't let Chu Wen get up.

They didn't get out of bed until the old monk angrily called them to eat.

The evening of August 13th.

Chu Wen looked at Xiang Jun who was practicing in the gourd and hesitated for a whole hour.

I almost made up my mind several times.

Finally, I lacked the courage.

……

After building the foundation, Chu Wen was so happy.

I was so happy that my heart was blossoming, my eyebrows were dancing, and my face was smiling.

The old monk was so angry.

I was so angry that I felt depressed, so angry that I couldn't calm down, and so angry that I felt suffocated.

"Master, there is a Fengyuefang in the neighboring county. There is a girl named Qing'er there. I heard that..."

"roll!"

"My brother has connections, so it doesn't cost any money."

"Really?"

"You can take your uncle with you."

"roll!"

……

When Chang Wei first met Chu Wen, Chu Wen was at the third level of Qi Refining.

In less than a year, Chu Wen had successfully established his foundation.

This surprised Chang Wei.

Later, he discovered that Chu Wen could use all five elements of magic, and he was shocked beyond words.

how can that be!

Young Master Chu actually has mixed spiritual roots!

The cultivation speed of mixed spiritual roots is so fast? !

He already knew that the level of poetic and picturesque cultivation was at least Golden Core level or above.

Later, when Chu Wen went out with sweet words, he was able to return home before the city gates opened.

That means Huayan Guiyu also has some cultivation, and is at least at the foundation building stage.

It was not until one day when the sweet words suddenly disappeared beside him that Chang Wei realized that he had underestimated them.

Chang Wei then realized that his top-grade golden spiritual root was really nothing in Fengyinju.

Let’s put aside the cultivation level.

Whose family eats delicious rice and vegetables every day, and eats them together?

His former sect was also well-known in Qingyun. Even the inner disciples had to earn spirit stones to buy spiritual rice, let alone the outer disciples.

And He Xiangu's jade pot is probably a top-grade magic weapon.

The well water that has been nourished by it is full of spiritual energy and can be used for cultivation.

Who would not hide such a treasure well? But Master Chu used it to cook and make tea.

One can imagine the shock in Chang Wei's heart.

However, for Chang Wei, a man of blood, these are not the most important things.

The most important thing to him was that Chu Wen’s character was really as Fairy He said.

In his eyes, everyone seems to be equal.

Every day at mealtime, a large group of people sit around a table.

They were laughing and making a lot of noise, without any of the rules and regulations that characterize a wealthy family.

There is no strict hierarchy among the immortal cultivation families.

No one treated him as a slave.

This is the reason why Chang Wei, a reckless man, truly considers himself a member of Fengyinju.

Although he was gifted, he came from a poor family and was always bullied.

Even after he joined a sect of immortal cultivation, he was often looked down upon because of his limited knowledge.

Chang Wei secretly swore in his heart that he would protect this beauty with his life.

Seeing that Chang Wei was in better and better mood every day, He Xiangu became happy too, and the two of them lived happily together.

The only drawback is that the time is a bit short at night.

Not perfect.

……

August fifteen.

Mid-Autumn Festival.

Su Qiuting arrived at Fengyinju early.

Wen Xiang Lou's business was so prosperous that its reputation had spread to the capital city, and she was so busy collecting cash every day that her hands were tied.

She is independent now and no longer has to listen to other people's gossip. She is in a good mood and is cheerful all the time.

......

Sun Bihe hurriedly ate a few mouthfuls of rice at home, said Happy Mid-Autumn Festival to her parents, and immediately ran to Fengyinju.

Sun Shangwu was very angry.

He couldn't tell his daughter that Feng Yin Jushi had too many tricks in bed, so she should be careful.

Since moving to Fengyinju, Sun Bihe's previously sickly body has never been sick again, and her mood has been getting better and better.

Sun Shangwu and his wife saw all of this. They looked at each other and shook their heads.

"Sister, where are you going?" Sun Dapeng shouted at the dinner table.

"Don't tell you."

"Take me there!"

"I'll take you there later."

Sun Bihe left the house in a hurry without even taking her maid with her.

......

Zhao Ziyan didn't even have dinner with her father, she ran straight to Fengyinju.

She often wrote letters to her grandfather about Chu Wen, and her grandfather would always reply by asking her to learn more from Chu Wen.

With this imperial decree, Zhao Dezhu had no way to deal with her and could only sulk.

What Zi Yan didn't understand was that every time he came home from Fengyinju, his father would ask Aunt Feng to check his body, as if he was afraid that he was missing a piece of flesh.

......

The poetic and picturesque person specially came out of the country during the Mid-Autumn Festival to reunite with everyone.

......

When the last trace of red in the evening mist fades away, the full moon rises, dancing with the stars and shedding its clear light.

This night.

The moonlight is like water, extremely bright.

A large round table was set up in the backyard of Fengyinju, with fourteen people sitting around it, and the table was filled with spiritual meat and vegetables.

The old monk sat in the main seat, and Chu Wen brought Xiu'er to distribute spiritual fruits to everyone.

Poetry, painting, flowery words, clever remarks, Qiu Tong, Bi He, Zi Yan, Widow Xu, Widow Zhou, Chang Wei, He Xiangu, everyone has a smiling face.

After the spiritual fruits were distributed, Chu Wen hugged Xiu'er and said loudly:

"Today, I would like to introduce someone to you all. That is my sister Xiangjun."

As he spoke, Chu Wen pointed to the east wing on the south side.

The joy of building a foundation