Take a Door with You

Xijing City.

Horse Street Market.

The prosperity here is still there.

At the end of the year, many people choose to visit the Ma Hang Market and join in the fun.

In the courtyard, the first lady of the Yi family, the second lady of the Liu family, the third lady of the Yan family, the widow of Jia Jiaqin, Fang Xiaoyan, the mother-in-law of the Jin family in the backyard, and Yu Li, the eldest daughter-in-law of the three major families, also took to the street together, preparing to buy Order light New Year's goods.

Looking left and right one by one, it is also lively.

Watching while walking, chatting while buying.

After chatting, we talked about the Cao family.

The Cao family is well-developed now!

In the martial arts tournament a few months ago, that little black girl from the Cao family actually won the first place, with a bounty of 100,000 taels! My mother, you scared me to death!

The third mother provoked the conversation.

Xijing Prefecture is vast.

The news of Dazayuan was blocked.

It was clearly news several months ago, but it didn't take long for everyone in the courtyard to hear the news.

Rivers and lakes and the marketplace.

Say far or not.

Not close.

In fact, there is a gap.

But after this news spread to the courtyard, it caused countless discussions.

Shock.

envious.

envy.

All kinds of emotions, all kinds of thoughts, it's hard to say.

Widow Tan also sighed after hearing the words: Back then, the big girl of the Cao family was so small and thin, who would have thought that she would have such abilities. And the Cao family, who made such a big fortune without making a sound, I heard A Changxi lake as big as Huating County is now owned by the Cao family, even more powerful than the Sun family!

Neighbors in a courtyard in the past.

It was even a poor and settled family who had fled from the famine.

Who would have thought that there would be such a day.

Yu Li looked at Da Niang and Fang Xiaoyan, and said with a smile: When Cao's family was in the courtyard, Da Niang Cao could chat with Da Niang and Xiaoyan. Now that she is able, I don't know if I remember Our old neighbors.

The first lady and Fang Xiaoyan smiled and said nothing.

The second aunt was at the side but she was thinking about good things: A few days ago, the earth and the dragon turned around, and many houses in our yard collapsed. Every family built a shed outside the house, and there was no place to set foot in the yard. Tell me, if you talk to the Cao family , can you let the brothers of the Cao family change a better yard for us? At worst, repairing the house is also good! They are old neighbors, and their family has developed, so we must not forget our roots, right?

Eh!

this is OK!

You can try it! Anyway, just opening your mouth, a courtyard is nothing to the Cao family, and they can get a reputation in exchange, what a wonderful thing!

The eyes of San Niang, Yu Li, Widow Qin and others all lit up.

Even Da Niang and Fang Xiaoyan were a little moved.

Thinking about it.

Suddenly.

A group of people came on the street, and Widow Qin recognized them with sharp eyes: Hey! Look quickly, is that Mrs. Cao?

Everyone heard the words and looked.

At a glance, I saw a young man who was tall and burly, standing out from the crowd.

The man was unrecognizable.

But beside him, a middle-aged woman with a radiant face, younger than before, but her appearance has not changed, is Cao Zhang.

It really is!

The black one is Cao Jia Dalang, right?

There's also the one who walks ahead with a saber and looks so pompous, as if her mental head was carved out of the same mold as the Cao family's daughter.

A few people among the crowd beside the road were chattering and pointing.

but.

Just now I was thinking about going to Cao's house to play the autumn wind, and it was in full swing.

Now seeing the Lord, looking at these 'nobles' one by one, and looking at the twenty or so guards and servants behind the family, all of them are dumbfounded.

Na na speechless.

Don't dare to go forward.

...

At the end of the year, the Cao family went shopping in the city——

Cao Zhangshi, Cao Ren, Cheng Jing, Cao Yi, Cao Xian, Cao Xin, Wei Feifei, Cao Liang, Cao Shu, Cao An, and Cao Ning, the eldest son of Cao Ren who was only three years old, was born the year before last.

A big family, lively and lively.

Behind them were guards and servants, among whom the servants already carried a lot of things in their hands.

Mrs. Cao Zhang didn't see the old lady and other old neighbors who were buried in the crowd. She was surrounded by stars, and she looked at her left and right children with smiles all over her face.

I remember more than ten years ago, when the Cao family first came to Xijing City, they went to the night market during the Mid-Autumn Festival. The family of five was poor.

At that time, Cao Xian was already very happy when he was wearing a new suit, so be careful, lest it get dirty and torn.

At that time, the situation at home had actually improved.

further forward.

The four walls of the house are not enough to describe.

Look again now.

Twelve years at the snap of the fingers.

Don't even dare to think about it.

Whatever you fancy today, don't ask the price, just buy it.

I'll pay the bill!

Cao Xian has a huge sum of 100,000 taels and is very proud.

She was no longer the little black girl who wanted to seize Cao Xin's financial power all the time.

At this moment, she was holding a serving of ice and snow cold balls with sugar in her left hand, and a box of fragrant candies in her right hand. After eating two mouthfuls, she threw it to Cao Liang, muttering: The taste is not right!

Thank you big sister!

Cao Liang didn't hear Cao Xian muttering, thanked him happily, and shared the food with his nephew in his arms.

Cao Xin's ear was sharp, and he smiled at Cao Xian: The taste is the same, but the mood is different.

then.

The family is poor.

Going to the night market is fun even if you don’t buy anything. Cao Xin bought two small snacks for Cao Xian, which made the elder sister very happy.

But now, eating the same snacks is no longer the same as before.

For example, Cao Xian was determined to eat candied haws for the rest of his life. Now that he saw it, he was no longer greedy.

Flavor is gone.

Only feelings remain.

Cao confidently sighed.

Cao Xian, however, was carefree. She won the leader of the 2nd Xijing Prefecture Martial Arts Tournament, and her excitement didn't fade for several months. It was when she was full of ambition that she didn't have those hypocrisy.

But when he came to a restaurant, Cao Xian stopped.

Hey!

This 'Tianjia Restaurant' is still there.

Guessing lantern riddles—

Cao Xian looked up, thinking of the past, turned his head to Cheng Jing, Wei Feifei, Cao Yi, Cao Shu and the others with a smile: When I first came to Xijing Mansion, there was this Tian's restaurant and lantern riddles, and Cao Liang and I even guessed one correctly Woolen cloth!

Yeah!

My eldest sister's guess is 'Small feet, tall legs. Wear a red hat and a white robe, guess an animal'.

The question I guessed was 'I can't do it in water, guess a word'.

Cao Liang was already eighteen, and he was only six years old at the time, but he still remembers the two lantern riddles he and his eldest sister guessed correctly: My eldest sister and I are both illiterate, so Fifth Brother told us the answer and asked us to answer it. I got two lanterns, and I still keep them at home.

Cao Liang has a good memory, but his mouth is too fast.

Cao Xian patted him and was speechless for a while: You can't read!

Ha ha!

Everyone couldn't help laughing.

Cao Xian was thick-skinned and didn't care. She moved up to Cao Xin and asked, Will you participate in the 'Martial Arts Conference' in July next year?

Not participating.

Cao Xin shook his head.

He is busy with affairs, how can he have that leisure time.

What are you afraid of?

You don't know four or six all day long, what a chance to gain experience and become famous!

If you come back with a leader, won't our Cao family be prosperous?

Cao Xian urged.

No!

The leader will give it to you!

Cao Xin still shook his head.

Really not going?

Cao Xian asked.

No, no, no.

Received an affirmative answer from Cao Xin, and Cao Xian burst into laughter from the bottom of his heart. As long as the fifth child does not go, she is sure to take down the leader of the Wulin General Assembly next year, achieve two consecutive championships, and have another glorious year.

But she kept it on the surface and pretended to be helpless: Okay, okay. So what are you going to do next year? Have a baby?

I next year?

Cao Xin grinned at Cao Xian: Succeed as the head of Qishan.

What?

Cao Xian stared wide-eyed and froze on the spot.

...

The end of the year is joyous.

Joy is someone else's.

Cao Xian was full of sadness.

I thought that after she, the senior sister of the Qishan School, won the leader of the 'Second Xijing Prefecture Martial Arts Tournament', the position of head of the Qishan School would naturally fall to her from now on.

But who would!

Cao Xin thrusts his leg horizontally.

Although she is still young, ten or twenty years later, she will be in her prime.

But at that time, could she still have the cheek to take over from her younger brother?

Head of Qishan!

Missed in this life!

Cao Xian was depressed.

But no one in Caojiazhuang cared about her, whether it was her or Cao Xin who was the head of Qishan, it didn't make any difference if the meat rotted in the pot.

then.

Eat and drink.

Lively and lively, rejoicing.

Fourteen years of Qianyou passed quietly in a peaceful and festive atmosphere.

the following year.

It was changed to Heavenly Grant.

It is the first year of Tianshou.

...

Enter the new year.

The Shenhou Mansion is in full swing, and the First Martial Arts Conference has entered the stage of publicity and distribution in full swing, and relevant news is overwhelming.

The rivers and lakes are boiling for it.

compare to.

The news that Cao Xin took over the Qishan faction from Ren Sanbu and became the tenth leader seems insignificant.

In this atmosphere.

The Qishan faction made a stable transition.

Cao Xinren is in the Qishan faction, but as in previous years, they are still operating in multiple lines.

Running the Qishan School is one of them.

Preparing and organizing the martial arts conference is also a serious and important matter.

The plan for the Journal of Martial Arts is also being perfected and prepared.

certainly.

More importantly, it is self-cultivation and the preparation of 'mithril' and 'fine gold'.

Practice.

Moon Art Chapter is the foundation, the level is capped at 20, and the internal strength has also encountered a bottleneck, but it still needs to study hard and practice hard, in order to make further progress.

Chongyang real people don't advance but retreat, maybe there is a factor of age.

I am still young.

Persevere, after 20 or 30 years, maybe there will be a logical breakthrough.

Cao Xin never slack off.

Not only Moon Technique Chapter, not only internal strength.

Based on his powerful internal strength, he delved into Qishan martial arts in the Qishan school, and collected magical skills through the Shenhou Mansion, dabbled in them one by one, not seeking mastery, but seeking to increase his knowledge.

Majored in.

It is still the 'Nine Skills of Chess Immortals'.

What he has obtained so far are the 'Moon Technique Chapter', the 'Death Technique Chapter' and the 'Disease Technique Chapter'.

The previous one has reached the top.

The latter two are still under study.

Progress is slow.

But there is no rush to add some pockets with a panel.

Cao Xin is going to comprehend first by himself, as much as he can comprehend.

As for adding points.

Don't panic.

He was going to try it on his elder brother and second brother first.

Fertile water does not flow into outsiders' fields.

Big brother has no intention of martial arts.

The second elder brother has ambitions, but his ambition is in the world, and he doesn't care whether he can learn martial arts by himself.

In the future, even if you find out that [Tianhua] has disadvantages, such as overdraft potential, locked upper limit, etc., it will not hinder them. Anyway, the two of them have no aggressiveness in the first place.

Not only them.

Cheng Jing.

Cao Liang.

Even the Cao Zhang family.

As long as they can comprehend the 'Nine Arts' superficially, Cao Xinkong can give them a little bit.

However, in addition to these relatives who are more salty, Cao Xin is also planning to try it on Chongyang real person.

This is the grand master.

Immersed in martial arts for more than a hundred years, it is not something Cao Ren and others can compare.

Let him comprehend the nine arts.

Nine techniques superimposed.

A skill added to the body.

Let's see if we can break through.

It can also be regarded as exploring the way for oneself.

Of course, 'Divine Mechanism Hundred Refinements' cannot be left behind.

Chongyang Daoist is studying on Longevity Island.

Cao Xin also observed the new world every day, secretly learning and practicing hard.

Even if there are very few people who can learn secretly for more than an hour a day, it is even all nonsense and nothing.

But over time—

five years.

ten years.

It can always gather sand into a tower.

...

Time passed in such a hurry.

The world is invincible.

Cao Xin didn't pursue much.

While enjoying a comfortable life and being with his wife and family, he delved into martial arts, practiced his skills, and sought breakthroughs.

For Cao Xin.

Little by little progress is exciting and joyful.

Time is worthless.

He is too young.

But to Chongyang Daoist, every minute and every second is life.

...

The age is different from me, and the time is like rushing to Si.

There is no turning back, it is rare and easy to lose.

In a flash, twenty years.

...

It's done!

On Longevity Island, there was a loud laughter from Chongyang Daoist.

in the mountains.

Dongfu.

Cao Xin also felt great joy in his heart when he saw the dozen or so grains of 'fine gold' prepared by Chongyang Immortal.

'Mithril' nine years.

Twelve years of 'fine gold'.

After twenty-one years, the two difficult bones of 'secret silver' and 'fine gold' were finally conquered and successfully refined by him and Chongyang Daoist.

later.

Then use 'fine gold' and 'secret silver' as the main materials, supplemented by other common materials, you can refine other instruments and equipment by yourself.

Wait until the equipment is ready, and then proceed to refine the 'ritual magic circle'.

Great things can happen.

Two steps out of four.

Give some time, in another ten years, the old Taoist is sure to be able to refine the 'ritual magic circle'.

Never mind!

It's not time for me and me!

Daoist Chongyang is also playing with 'fine gold', with infinite longing in his eyes.

but--

Cao Xin looked.

I saw Chongyang Daoist with white hair and childlike face in the past, but now his childish face is no longer, his white hair is withered, and his body is filled with old and dead energy, which is extremely intense.

Count the days.

This old Taoist is 153 years old, which is a very old age.

these years--

moon surgery.

Death.

surgery.

Including the 'Flower Art' and 'Wind Art' that I got later.

And Shou Shiqing composes and adjusts the body method.

Chongyang real people comprehended and practiced one by one, and Cao Xin taught him in turn.

Life extension and life extension.

But there is a limit.

Twenty years later.

One hundred and fifty-three years old.

At the moment when the 'fine gold' was finally refined with one breath of heart, Daoist Chongyang was aging rapidly, and the deadline finally came.

at this moment.

internal force.

magic.

Elixir.

All useless.

No matter how difficult it is to continue life, no matter how difficult it is to defy the sky.

A real person—

Cao Xin looked at the real hero of Chongyang, who was late, and didn't know what to say for a while.

In the past twenty years, Master Chongyang has devoted himself to the refining of 'Mithril' and 'Fine Gold'.

in the end.

Complete the second step.

Before he could wait for the opportunity to break through, he was going to die instead.

It is a pity.

This day, Chongyang Daoist might have expected it a few years ago, but he still tried his best, and he might have already made preparations to make wedding dresses for others.

Cao Xin was inevitably touched.

It doesn't have to be.

Time is fate, no one can control it.

Is the Chongyang real person regretful?

Of course he was sorry.

Twenty years, nothing to hate.

I have clearly seen hope, but because of the deadline, because of life and death, I can only look at the ocean and sigh.

Who doesn't hate?

Unfortunately, hate is useless.

I just hope that on the day when my little friend breaks through heaven and man and enters the fairy world, I will burn some paper money so that I can teach the old Taoists to rejoice and have fun together.

Daoist Chongyang held the pure gold, his breath gradually weakened.

Cao Xin took two steps forward, and said in a deep voice, Senior, do you have something to pass to Qingyang Palace?

Children and grandchildren have their own blessings.

Let them go.

Daoist Chongyang closed his eyelids and remained silent.

...