The Rise of the Shen Family

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2020-12-16 Author: Shenmu Jindao

Chapter 693 Inheritance

In Shanghai Shangfang, in a simple cave, the old man sat on top, and the boy stood respectfully in front of him.

Please senior accept me as a disciple!

Suddenly, the boy knelt down on the ground, kowtowed to the old man in front of him, and said loudly.

Looking at the kowtowing boy in front of him, the old man's gaze was slightly serious, as if he was thinking about something.

After a long time, he slowly opened his mouth and said:

Forget it, since you have a predestined relationship with this old man, this old man will accept you as his apprentice!

Disciple pays homage to Master!

Hearing the old man's words, the boy couldn't help but flash a look of joy on his face, and then he made three bows and nine kowtows to the old man even harder.

Alright, get up first!

The old man looked at the boy who was kowtowing desperately in front of him, and directly swung a wave of spiritual power to help him up from the ground.

Although the old man promised to accept you as his apprentice, he still needs to tell you some things in advance, so as not to harm you when the time comes.

Everyone knows that immortal cultivators can achieve longevity and have overwhelming power, but the world of immortal cultivators is actually no different from the world, and even more dangerous. If you don't pay attention, you will lose your life.

After a slight pause, the old man looked at the boy and continued:

Furthermore, although the old man has practiced for more than sixty years, he is still a casual cultivator living at the bottom of the world of cultivating immortals, so there is not much he can do to help you, and he can only lead you to the path of cultivation.

Disciple understands, disciple remembers!

The boy fell to his knees again and said seriously.

After seeing this scene, the old man nodded slowly, took out a yellowed book from his sleeve, and handed it to the boy.

This is a way to cultivate Qi into the body, you should try to practice it first!

Thank you, Master!

The boy immediately took the book and thanked him again.

. . . . . .

A few days later, the old man who was meditating with his eyes closed suddenly opened his eyes. He seemed to have sensed something, and his cloudy eyes couldn't help casting to the other side of the cave.

At this time, the boy was sitting cross-legged on a cattail mat with his eyes closed, and there were faint fluctuations of spiritual power around him.

Suddenly, a spiritual power with a faint red light appeared beside him, swimming around like a dragon, and finally got into his body.

In just three days, this child has sensed the aura of heaven and earth.

The old man looked at the fire-attribute spiritual power that had already entered the boy's body, and a look of shock immediately appeared on his vicissitudes of face.

As an old fritter who has been struggling in the world of cultivating immortals for decades, he naturally understands that the sooner a child can perceive the aura of heaven and earth, the better the aptitude of the spiritual root in his body will be.

Although he couldn't detect the boy's specific spiritual roots with his cultivation base, it seemed that he must have fire spiritual roots, and his aptitude should not be low.

Thinking of this,

A hint of deep thought appeared in the old man's cloudy eyes, and he seemed to be thinking about something again.

. . . . . .

In the narrow cave, the crimson flames flickered constantly, and the old man led the boy to the dilapidated forging furnace.

How is the practice of the Qi Refining Method that I gave you before I became a teacher?

The old man turned to look at the boy behind him, and asked with a serious expression.

Facing the question, the boy immediately clasped his hands and replied:

Reporting to Master, the disciple is already able to use spiritual power proficiently.

Hearing this, the old man nodded slowly, and a look of satisfaction flashed across his old face.

But soon he said with a serious expression:

Remember that you must not tell anyone about this exercise, otherwise you and I will be in danger!

Disciple, remember!

Seeing the serious look on the old man's face, the boy immediately nodded in response.

Okay, since you have successfully cultivated Qi into your body, I will teach you some techniques of refining weapons today as a teacher.

After finishing speaking, the old man came to the forging furnace and controlled the flames in the furnace to churn.

I saw that he immediately waved out a spiritual energy, and threw a piece of black iron into the furnace, and the scorching flame instantly burned the piece of refined iron from the secular world to red.

Next, the old man picked up the forging hammer leaning against the wall, and began to knock it up and down. The red-hot iron piece slowly changed its shape under his control.

While working with his hands, he also explained the art of refining to the boy, and directly opened a door to the magical world for the boy. Behind the door was a wonderful world of refining.

Half an hour later, a silver dagger appeared in front of the boy.

Looking at the short sword suspended in mid-air, a gleam of light flashed in his black pupils, as if he was shocked by the miraculous technique.

. . . . . .

Ever since the old man taught the art of refining weapons that day, the boy has been obsessed with it. He seemed to have opened the door to a new world and began to devote himself wholeheartedly to it.

In the next few years, although the boy's cultivation base did not improve much, his art of refining weapons can be described as advancing by leaps and bounds, and he went directly from a layman to a first-level magic weapon refining master .

The old man was naturally shocked by the boy's talent in the refining process. Every time he saw the boy, he would show a look of relief, and he would teach him all he had learned all his life.

Because he saw a glimmer of hope in the boy!

. . . . . .

Another year passed, and the boy had grown up and became a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy.

On this day, the old man called the boy into the cave, watched him and said slowly:

As a teacher, risking your life to break through this time, the chance of success is less than half, and there are some things I have to explain to you!

After hearing this, the young man remained silent and just stood quietly in front of the old man.

As a teacher, I have sold all my possessions, most of which were used to buy the pills that will impact foundation establishment, and the remaining small part is reserved for you.

However, it's not that I'm unwilling to leave these things to you as a teacher, but that your cultivation level is too low now. If these things are left to you, it will only bring disaster.

Looking at the disciple in front of him, the old man couldn't help but sighed.

Nowadays, everyone knows that you risked your life for your teacher and sold all your belongings, so after you sit down for your teacher, you hide with the things your teacher left you. Presumably no one will find it again. On you.

The disciple understands!

The boy nodded silently, and agreed with a heavy voice.

On the other side, the old man slowly took out a mottled animal skin book and an ancient jade slip from his sleeve, and solemnly handed them to the young man in front of him.

Disciple, please remember that this exercise and handbook is an opportunity I got when I was young, and it is all thanks to my teacher that I can achieve what I am today.

This letter has been studied by the teacher for most of his life. It may involve a big secret. You can follow the clues left by the teacher to find it in the future.

Disciple wrote it down!

The young man took the two items handed by the old man, and said seriously.

Besides, your talent for crafting is only seen by the teacher in his lifetime, but before you gain enough strength, remember not to show it in front of those with ulterior motives.

. . . . . .

A few months later, the old man died without accident in the process of attacking the foundation building period. According to his last words, the young man buried his remains under a peach tree in the mortal living area of ​​Shanghai Fang.

After burying the remains of the old man, the boy also left the area where the monks were active and came to live in the area of ​​mortals.

In the next few years, while he was cultivating, he searched for some discarded refining materials in the market, and continued his great career of refining in that dilapidated house.

Over time, among the monks at the bottom of Shanghai Shangfang, they all knew that there was a down-and-out craftsman who went crazy all day long, picking up some useless crafting materials, refining some low-level magic weapons to make ends meet.

Although the young man spends his days at the bottom of the city and is not looked down upon by anyone, he doesn't care about it, and often helps the mortals who live with him.

And such a day, until one day he met a young man returning from the sea with a black spider leg on his shoulders.

. . . . . .

I don't know how long it took for Zhao Jie to wake up faintly. After slowly getting up from the cold ground, he began to look around.

At this time, he was in a cave, the whole cave was extremely bright, and the aura inside was also very strong, it looked like a place where high-ranking monks retreated.

I saw that in the center of the cave, there stood a life-sized statue. The statue depicted an old man, whose appearance was somewhat similar to the old man in green robe that Shen Huanchi and the others had seen.

On the left hand side of the statue, there is a quiet practice room with a cattail mat and several bookshelves, while on the right hand side of the statue is a spacious refining room, with a simple forging furnace.

It's been three thousand years, and finally someone has come here!

Suddenly, an old sigh slowly sounded in the hall, and the lingering sound echoed continuously in the cave.

Zhao Jie immediately cast his eyes on the statue, and a look of shock appeared in his eyes.

At this time, a faint aura appeared on the statue, and the voice came from the statue.

But soon he also reacted, and asked the statue:

Dare to ask if senior is the owner of this place?

It's the old man, but what you see now is just the old man's remnant soul!

The voice of the vicissitudes of life came out again from the statue, and the voice was full of helplessness.

Junior Zhao Jie pays homage to senior, but he doesn't know the name of senior?

Zhao Jie hastily saluted the statue respectfully, and asked again.

Hehe. Everything you have learned is based on the old man's orthodoxy, yet you still don't know the old man's name?

The statue couldn't help laughing, and then slowly said again:

Forget it, your old husband already knew about it in the first half of your life, so it's not all your fault if you don't know my name.

Listen well, old man Mo Ju, you are a giant of the previous generation of the Mo sect, and everything you have learned from me is from my sect.

Junior pays respects to Senior Mozi!

After hearing this, Zhao Jie bowed his hands respectfully again.

You are the first to come here in the past three thousand years, and all you have learned from me has been taught by me. It is God's will!

The old man asks you, are you willing to inherit the inheritance left by the old man, become the Mozi of this generation, and let my Momen reappear in this world.

The solemn voice from the statue made Zhao Jie's eardrums tingle, and he couldn't help but froze there.

After a long time, he slowly came back to his senses and said seriously:

The juniors are willing!

Okay, you can remember, the world is all white, but I am the only one who is black, not attacking Momen, and love all my life!

The younger generation must remember it in their hearts!

At this time, Zhao Jie had already knelt down on the ground, and kowtowed respectfully towards the statue.

After the voice fell, the entire cave fell silent, only the sound of his heavy breathing remained.

At this time, a ball of light suddenly and slowly floated down from above the statue, and came in front of Zhao Jie.

In this light group is the inheritance left by the old man. After you refine it, you will be able to understand everything.

Looking at this ball of light, Zhao Jie slowly reached out and took it in his hand, a dazzling light flashed in his eyes.

Right now your cultivation base is too weak, and you still can't bear the heavy responsibility of the sect, so you should stay here and improve your cultivation base before going out!

The remnant soul in the statue spoke to Zhao Jie again.

After hearing this, Zhao Jie was slightly taken aback, and quickly said:

Senior, there are two companions of the junior outside.

The old man will arrange for them to leave, you can stay here and practice hard!

. . . . . .

At the same time, Shen Ruiling on the other side has also reached the final stage of refining the pair of silver wings. At this time, the purple weapon spirit bird has been closely connected with his soul.

In fact, after Shen Ruiling came into contact with this spirit bird, he realized that this purple bird was still very weak and did not show any resistance at all. He only used a few strands of thunder force to land on it. Soul imprint.

And the moment the pair of wings were refined by him, they turned into a flash of spiritual light and embedded in his back quickly, as if they had directly penetrated into the flesh.

How is this going

Shen Ruiling was stunned when she noticed the pair of silver wings embedded on her back shoulders.

However, when he was in a daze, the old man in green robe who had disappeared for a long time reappeared in the stone room.

The next moment, Shen Huanchi and Shen Ruiling both stood up and looked at each other in unison.

I don't know what happened to our other companion?

Shen Huanchi looked at the old man in green robe who appeared, and asked.

Hehe, that person has successfully passed all the tests, but he still needs to stay to inherit the inheritance here, so you two can leave first!

After hearing this, Shen Huanchi and the two couldn't help but look at each other, and a strange look flashed in their eyes, as if they didn't quite believe what Fang said.

Could it be that Zhao Jie encountered some danger?

Shen Ruiling suddenly thought of something, and his face darkened slightly.

At this time, the old man in green robe took out a bead from nowhere and handed it to Shen Huanchi and the other two.

And when the latter two saw what Zhao Jie said in this photo bead, they chose to believe the old man.

As the photo beads in their hands shattered into phantoms, Shen Huanchi and the two looked at each other again, and then the corners of their mouths curled up in unison.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Jie really got the inheritance of this place!

Okay, please leave with me, both of you!

Hearing this, Shen Huanchi and the two followed the old man and walked outside.

. . . . . .

Today I asked, the next plot is going to develop a wave of families, is there any urgent thing to do first?

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2020-12-16 Author: Shenmu Jindao

Chapter 693 Inheritance

In Shanghai Shangfang, in a simple cave, the old man sat on top, and the boy stood respectfully in front of him.

Please senior accept me as a disciple!

Suddenly, the boy knelt down on the ground, kowtowed to the old man in front of him, and said loudly.

Looking at the kowtowing boy in front of him, the old man's gaze was slightly serious, as if he was thinking about something.

After a long time, he slowly opened his mouth and said:

Forget it, since you have a predestined relationship with this old man, this old man will accept you as his apprentice!

Disciple pays homage to Master!

Hearing the old man's words, the boy couldn't help but flash a look of joy on his face, and then he made three bows and nine kowtows to the old man even harder.

Alright, get up first!

The old man looked at the boy who was kowtowing desperately in front of him, and directly swung a wave of spiritual power to help him up from the ground.

Although the old man promised to accept you as his apprentice, he still needs to tell you some things in advance, so as not to harm you when the time comes.

Everyone knows that immortal cultivators can achieve longevity and have overwhelming power, but the world of immortal cultivators is actually no different from the world, and even more dangerous. If you don't pay attention, you will lose your life.

After a slight pause, the old man looked at the boy and continued:

Furthermore, although the old man has practiced for more than sixty years, he is still a casual cultivator living at the bottom of the world of cultivating immortals, so there is not much he can do to help you, and he can only lead you to the path of cultivation.

Disciple understands, disciple remembers!

The boy fell to his knees again and said seriously.

After seeing this scene, the old man nodded slowly, took out a yellowed book from his sleeve, and handed it to the boy.

This is a way to cultivate Qi into the body, you should try to practice it first!

Thank you, Master!

The boy immediately took the book and thanked him again.

. . . . . .

A few days later, the old man who was meditating with his eyes closed suddenly opened his eyes. He seemed to have sensed something, and his cloudy eyes couldn't help casting to the other side of the cave.

At this time, the boy was sitting cross-legged on a cattail mat with his eyes closed, and there were faint fluctuations of spiritual power around him.

Suddenly, a spiritual power with a faint red light appeared beside him, swimming around like a dragon, and finally got into his body.

In just three days, this child has sensed the aura of heaven and earth.

The old man looked at the fire-attribute spiritual power that had already entered the boy's body, and a look of shock immediately appeared on his vicissitudes of face.

As an old fritter who has been struggling in the world of cultivating immortals for decades, he naturally understands that the sooner a child can perceive the aura of heaven and earth, the better the aptitude of the spiritual root in his body will be.

Although he couldn't detect the boy's specific spiritual roots with his cultivation base, it seemed that he must have fire spiritual roots, and his aptitude should not be low.

Thinking of this, a look of deep thought appeared in the old man's cloudy eyes, and he seemed to be thinking about something again.

. . . . . .

In the narrow cave, the crimson flames flickered constantly, and the old man led the boy to the dilapidated forging furnace.

How is the practice of the Qi Refining Method that I gave you before I became a teacher?

The old man turned to look at the boy behind him, and asked with a serious expression.

Facing the question, the boy immediately clasped his hands and replied:

Reporting to Master, the disciple is already able to use spiritual power proficiently.

Hearing this, the old man nodded slowly, and a look of satisfaction flashed across his old face.

But soon he said with a serious expression:

Remember that you must not tell anyone about this exercise, otherwise you and I will be in danger!

Disciple, remember!

Seeing the serious look on the old man's face, the boy immediately nodded in response.

Okay, since you have successfully cultivated Qi into your body, I will teach you some techniques of refining weapons today as a teacher.

After finishing speaking, the old man came to the forging furnace and controlled the flames in the furnace to churn.

I saw that he immediately waved out a spiritual energy, and threw a piece of black iron into the furnace, and the scorching flame instantly burned the piece of refined iron from the secular world to red.

Next, the old man picked up the forging hammer leaning against the wall, and began to knock it up and down. The red-hot iron piece slowly changed its shape under his control.

While working with his hands, he also explained the art of refining to the boy, and directly opened a door to the magical world for the boy. Behind the door was a wonderful world of refining.

Half an hour later, a silver dagger appeared in front of the boy.

Looking at the short sword suspended in mid-air, a gleam of light flashed in his black pupils, as if he was shocked by the miraculous technique.

. . . . . .

Ever since the old man taught the art of refining weapons that day, the boy has been obsessed with it. He seemed to have opened the door to a new world and began to devote himself wholeheartedly to it.

In the next few years, although the boy's cultivation base did not improve much, his art of refining weapons can be described as advancing by leaps and bounds, and he went directly from a layman to a first-level magic weapon refining master .

The old man was naturally shocked by the boy's talent in the refining process. Every time he saw the boy, he would show a look of relief, and he would teach him all he had learned all his life.

Because he saw a glimmer of hope in the boy!

. . . . . .

Another year passed, and the boy had grown up and became a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy.

On this day, the old man called the boy into the cave, watched him and said slowly:

As a teacher, risking your life to break through this time, the chance of success is less than half, and there are some things I have to explain to you!

After hearing this, the young man remained silent and just stood quietly in front of the old man.

As a teacher, I have sold all my possessions, most of which were used to buy the pills that will impact foundation establishment, and the remaining small part is reserved for you.

However, it's not that I'm unwilling to leave these things to you as a teacher, but that your cultivation level is too low now. If these things are left to you, it will only bring disaster.

Looking at the disciple in front of him, the old man couldn't help but sighed.

Nowadays, everyone knows that you risked your life for your teacher and sold all your belongings, so after you sit down for your teacher, you hide with the things your teacher left you. Presumably no one will find it again. On you.

The disciple understands!

The boy nodded silently, and agreed with a heavy voice.

On the other side, the old man slowly took out a mottled animal skin book and an ancient jade slip from his sleeve, and solemnly handed them to the young man in front of him.

Disciple, please remember that this exercise and handbook is an opportunity I got when I was young, and it is all thanks to my teacher that I can achieve what I am today.

This letter has been studied by the teacher for most of his life. It may involve a big secret. You can follow the clues left by the teacher to find it in the future.

Disciple wrote it down!

The young man took the two items handed by the old man, and said seriously.

Besides, your talent for crafting is only seen by the teacher in his lifetime, but before you gain enough strength, remember not to show it in front of those with ulterior motives.

. . . . . .

A few months later, the old man died without accident in the process of attacking the foundation building period. According to his last words, the young man buried his remains under a peach tree in the mortal living area of ​​Shanghai Fang.

After burying the remains of the old man, the boy also left the area where the monks were active and came to live in the area of ​​mortals.

In the next few years, while he was cultivating, he searched for some discarded refining materials in the market, and continued his great career of refining in that dilapidated house.

Over time, among the monks at the bottom of Shanghai Shangfang, they all knew that there was a down-and-out craftsman who went crazy all day long, picking up some useless crafting materials, refining some low-level magic weapons to make ends meet.

Although the young man spends his days at the bottom of the city and is not looked down upon by anyone, he doesn't care about it, and often helps the mortals who live with him.

And such a day, until one day he met a young man returning from the sea with a black spider leg on his shoulders.

. . . . . .

I don't know how long it took for Zhao Jie to wake up faintly. After slowly getting up from the cold ground, he began to look around.

At this time, he was in a cave, the whole cave was extremely bright, and the spiritual energy inside was also very strong, it looked like a place where high-ranking monks retreated.

I saw that in the center of the cave, there stood a life-sized statue, which depicted an old man, whose appearance was somewhat similar to the old man in green robe that Shen Huanchi and the others had seen.

On the left hand side of the statue, there is a quiet practice room with a cattail mat and several bookshelves, while on the right hand side of the statue is a spacious refining room, with a simple forging furnace.

It's been three thousand years, and finally someone has come here!

Suddenly, an old sigh slowly sounded in the hall, and the lingering sound echoed continuously in the cave.

Zhao Jie immediately cast his eyes on the statue, and a look of shock appeared in his eyes.

At this time, a faint aura appeared on the statue, and the voice came from the statue.

But soon he also reacted, and asked the statue:

Dare to ask if senior is the owner of this place?

It's the old man, but what you see now is just the old man's remnant soul!

The voice of the vicissitudes of life came out again from the statue, and the voice was full of helplessness.

Junior Zhao Jie pays homage to senior, but he doesn't know the name of senior?

Zhao Jie hastily saluted the statue respectfully, and asked again.

Hehe. Everything you have learned is based on the old man's orthodoxy, yet you still don't know the old man's name?

The statue couldn't help laughing, and then slowly said again:

Forget it, your old husband already knew about it in the first half of your life, so it's not all your fault if you don't know my name.

Listen well, old man Mo Ju, you are a giant of the previous generation of the Mo sect, and everything you have learned from me is from my sect.

Junior pays respects to Senior Mozi!

After hearing this, Zhao Jie bowed his hands respectfully again.

You are the first to come here in the past three thousand years, and all you have learned from me has been taught by me. It is God's will!

The old man asks you, are you willing to inherit the inheritance left by the old man, become the Mozi of this generation, and let my Momen reappear in this world.

The solemn voice from the statue made Zhao Jie's eardrums tingle, and he couldn't help but froze there.

After a long time, he slowly came back to his senses and said seriously:

The juniors are willing!

Okay, you can remember, the world is all white, but I am the only one who is black, not attacking Momen, and love all my life!

The younger generation must remember it in their hearts!

At this time, Zhao Jie had already knelt down on the ground, and kowtowed respectfully towards the statue.

After the voice fell, the entire cave fell silent, only the sound of his heavy breathing remained.

At this time, a ball of light suddenly and slowly floated down from above the statue, and came in front of Zhao Jie.

In this light group is the inheritance left by the old man. After you refine it, you will be able to understand everything.

Looking at this ball of light, Zhao Jie slowly reached out and took it in his hand, a dazzling light flashed in his eyes.

Right now your cultivation base is too weak, and you still can't bear the heavy responsibility of the sect, so you should stay here and improve your cultivation base before going out!

The remnant soul in the statue spoke to Zhao Jie again.

After hearing this, Zhao Jie was slightly taken aback, and quickly said:

Senior, there are two companions of the junior outside.

The old man will arrange for them to leave, you can stay here and practice hard!

. . . . . .

At the same time, Shen Ruiling on the other side has also reached the final stage of refining the pair of silver wings. At this time, the purple weapon spirit bird has been closely connected with his soul.

In fact, after Shen Ruiling came into contact with this spirit bird, he realized that this purple bird was still very weak and did not show any resistance at all. He only used a few strands of thunder force to land on it. Soul imprint.

And the moment the pair of wings were refined by him, they turned into a flash of spiritual light and embedded in his back quickly, as if they had directly penetrated into the flesh.

How is this going

Shen Ruiling was stunned when she noticed the pair of silver wings embedded on her back shoulders.

However, when he was in a daze, the old man in green robe who had disappeared for a long time reappeared in the stone room.

The next moment, Shen Huanchi and Shen Ruiling both stood up and looked at each other in unison.

I don't know what happened to our other companion?

Shen Huanchi looked at the old man in green robe who appeared, and asked.

Hehe, that person has successfully passed all the tests, but he still needs to stay to inherit the inheritance here, so you two can leave first!

After hearing this, Shen Huanchi and the two couldn't help but look at each other, and a strange look flashed in their eyes, as if they didn't quite believe what Fang said.

Could it be that Zhao Jie encountered some danger?

Shen Ruiling suddenly thought of something, and his face darkened slightly.

At this time, the old man in green robe took out a bead from nowhere and handed it to Shen Huanchi and the other two.

And when the latter two saw what Zhao Jie said in this photo bead, they chose to believe the old man.

As the photo beads in their hands shattered into phantoms, Shen Huanchi and the two looked at each other again, and then the corners of their mouths curled up in unison.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Jie really got the inheritance of this place!

Okay, please leave with me, both of you!

Hearing this, Shen Huanchi and the two followed the old man and walked outside.

. . . . . .

Today I asked, the next plot is going to develop a wave of families, is there any urgent thing to do first?