Rise of Qinglian

"Eighth uncle, are you feeling better?"

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

Wang Changxing left his last words 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 own grandson, teaching him how to make weapons step by step.

Wang Qiuxin is already married, and Wang Changhuan arranged the marriage.

"Much better. There are two books in the drawer. Go and take them out. One is about my experience in refining weapons in this life, and the other is about the harm caused by the evil spirit to monks. After I die, you can take these two books out. Send it to the Sutra Pavilion to remind future generations not to use the earthly evil spirit to build the foundation unless you have to. It is nothing at first, but as time goes by, the evil spirit will cause more damage to the monk's body."

According to what Wang Changhuan said, Wang Qiuxin took out two thick books from the drawer. One of the pornographic books recorded the pain of Wang Changhuan being tortured by the evil spirit. Just seeing those words, Wang Qiuxin felt scared. It is conceivable that Wang Changhuan How much pain I suffered.

"Eighth Uncle, Earthly Evil Qi has such great disadvantages, why do you want to use Earthly Evil Qi to attack the Foundation Building Stage?"

Wang Changhuan smiled bitterly and said: "My family used to be very poor, and life was tight. It took many years of hard work to save up the spiritual stones to buy a foundation-building pill. At that time, it was good to be able to build a foundation. I have long known about the evil spirit of the earth." I just haven’t personally experienced the disadvantages of it. You are much happier than me. There will be no disadvantages in taking the Foundation Establishment Pill to build your foundation. Having said that, I am really happy to see you taking the Foundation Establishment Pill to build your foundation!”

Wang Changhuan talked to Wang Qiuxin about the family's difficult days in the past, and Wang Qiuxin listened in front of the bed.

He had read the history of his family's development in classics before, but he didn't feel how difficult it was for the family at that time. Now listening to Wang Changhuan, a witness who had experienced it, Wang Qiuxin felt the same and said secretly: "Without the selfless dedication of the ancestors of all generations, the family would not be what it is today, and I would not be able to do it." Take the Foundation Building Pill to build the foundation."

"Qiu Xin, the family will rely on you in the future. Weapon refining is the foundation of our family. This skill cannot be lost. You must pass it on. My uncle will only be a second-level high-grade weapon refining master in his life. I hope you can continue to work together with the weapon refining." Further, if you become a third-level weapon refiner, remember to go to my uncle's grave and say something to him."

Wang Changhuan had an expression of relief on his face and said with a smile.

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

Before Wang Qiuxin finished speaking, Wang Changhuan struggled violently again, his face twisted and his limbs moving wildly.

"No, fourth uncle, my eighth uncle is ill again. Come quickly!"

Wang Qiuxin ran out in a hurry. When he returned to the house with Wang Qingqi, he found that Wang Changhuan was no longer breathing.

"Eight Uncle's heart is broken. He is obviously wearing a heart-protecting jade pendant. As long as he injects magic power into the heart-protecting jade pendant, it can, to a certain extent, prevent the evil spirit from corroding his heart."

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

It can be seen that Wang Changhuan was fed up with the torture of the Earthly Evil Spirit and allowed the Earthly Evil Spirit to break his heart.

"It's all my fault. Why did my eighth uncle tell me his last words? Why am I so stupid? It's all my fault. I killed my eighth uncle."

Wang Qiuxin's eyes turned red and he cried loudly.

"Qiu Xin, I don't blame you. The eighth uncle is obsessed with thinking. His old man has been tortured by the evil spirit for decades. This may be a relief for him."

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

"We don't have to blame ourselves, let's report it to the head of the family quickly! The most important thing is to take good care of our eighth uncle's funeral."

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

After Wang Changhuan left, only Wang Changqing was left among the foundation-building monks of the "Chang" generation.

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

Wang Mingjiang's eldest son failed to advance to the foundation-building stage after taking two foundation-building pills. He has given up and is currently responsible for teaching the younger generations to practice and passing on the skills to the elders.

A five-story blue attic, with a large number of blue lotuses carved on the pillars, and a plaque with the three characters "Sutra Pavilion" written on it.

There are a large number of exquisite patterns carved on the surface of the attic, and there are many restrictions around it. Two lifelike golden armored guards stand at the door of the attic.

"This is the Scripture Pavilion of our Wang family. There are many restrictions. Come with me one by one. Don't run around. If you touch the restrictions, I can't save you. Do you understand?"

Wang Changyang pointed to the Sutra Pavilion and said solemnly. Behind him were more than twenty children aged six or seven.

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

Today is the time to choose exercises.

"Qiu Yong, you come with me to the Sutra Pavilion to choose the exercises. The others stay here and are not allowed to run around. Do you understand?"

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

They stopped thirty feet away from the Sutra Pavilion. Wang Changyang took out a blue token. A blue lotus flower lit up on the surface of the token. A ray of blue light flew out, and it was fleeting. It sank into the left eye of a golden-armored guard.

The two golden-armored guards each sprayed out a large piece of golden glow from their mouths, turned into a golden ladder, and landed in front of Wang Changyang.

Wang Changyang picked up Wang Qiuyong and stood on the golden ladder. The golden ladder rolled them up and submerged them into the Sutra Pavilion. The hall of the Sutra Pavilion is very spacious. There are more than a dozen puppet beasts standing in the corners. There is a cyan counter on the left hand side. A middle-aged man with a fair face is sitting behind the counter, holding a book in his hand and reading it with gusto. .

There are more than a dozen tall wooden bookshelves in the hall, and a large number of classics, jade slips, and bamboo slips are placed on each shelf. The number is so large that an expression of surprise appears on Wang Qiuyong's immature face.

There is a sign hanging on each bookshelf, which reads "Elixir", "Planting", "Puppet", "Array", "Fu Seal", "Weapon Refining", "Gong Technique" and so on.

"Grandpa, there are so many classics! How can I choose them all?"

Wang Changyang smiled slightly and said: "These are the classics collected by the ancestors of the past generations. You are here to choose the exercises. Just go to the bookshelf where the exercises are placed and choose. You have to strive for success. In the future, you can only go to the second floor of the Sutra Pavilion. Only a basic monk can go to the second level."

There are a large number of Kung Fu books on the bookshelf, such as "Jinyun Jue", "Yanhu Gong", "Cang Yuan **"...

Wang Qiuyong was dazzled by what he saw. There were so many techniques that he couldn't even read them.

"Okay, I found it. This "Crazy Sand Technique" is good. It matches your spiritual root attributes, and the cultivation speed is not slow."

Wang Changyang chose an earth attribute technique. Wang Qiuyong didn't understand anything and didn't ask any questions. Anyway, Wang Changyang wouldn't harm him.

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

"Grandpa, is that person just now the cabinet guard you mentioned?"

"That's right, they sit in the Scripture Collection Pavilion all year round and can consult all the classics. Unless they have achieved great success in cultivation, they will not leave the Scripture Collection Pavilion. You must practice diligently, fight for your grandfather's reputation, and advance to the foundation building stage. Don't let anyone see it. Flat."

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

"I understand, grandpa, my grandson will work hard to practice."