"Uncle Ba, how are you?"
Wang Qiuxin squatted in front of Wang Changhuan''s bed and asked with concern.
Wang Changxing left his last words on his deathbed, hoping that Wang Changhuan would take good care of Wang Qiuxin. Wang Changhuan didn''t break his promise. He treated Wang Qiuxin like his grandson, and taught him how to refine weapons.
Wang Qiuxin has been married, and Wang Changhuan is responsible for the marriage.
"Much better. There are two books in the drawer. Go and take them out. One is my experience in refining utensils in my life, and the other is the harm of Disha Qi to monks. After I die, you send these two books to the Sutra pavilion to remind future generations not to use Disha Qi to build a foundation. At first, it''s nothing. As time goes on, the harm of Disha Qi to monks'' bodies The greater the damage. "
According to Wang Changhuan, Wang Qiuxin took out two thick books from the drawer. One of the yellow books recorded Wang Changhuan''s pain of being tortured by evil spirit. Just seeing those words, Wang Qiuxin felt a moment of fear. It can be imagined how much pain Wang Changhuan suffered.
"Uncle Ba, there are so many disadvantages in Disha''s Qi. Why do you use Disha''s Qi to impact the foundation period?"
Wang Changhuan said with a wry smile: "in the past, the family was very poor and had a tight life. After years of hard work, they could save the spirit stone to buy a foundation building pill. At that time, it was good to be able to build a foundation. I knew the disadvantages of Disha Qi for a long time, but I didn''t personally experience it. You are more fortunate than me. Taking foundation building pill will not have any disadvantages. In other words, I can see you I''m really happy that we are building a foundation with building a foundation
Wang Changhuan talks to Wang Qiuxin about the bitter days before his family. Wang Qiuxin listens in front of his bed.
He had read the development history of the family in ancient books before. At that time, he didn''t feel how difficult the family was. Now when he heard Wang Changhuan''s personal experience, Wang Qiuxin felt the same. He secretly said, "without the selfless dedication of our ancestors, the family would not have been today, and I couldn''t have built the foundation by using the building foundation pill."
"Qiuxin, the family will depend on you in the future. Refining is the foundation of our family. You can''t lose this craft. You must pass it on. My uncle has stopped being a second-class high-quality refining master in his life. I hope you can go further together. If you become a third-class refining master, remember to go to my uncle''s grave and tell him."
Wang Changhuan''s face showed a happy expression and said with a smile.
"Uncle, don''t talk nonsense. In front of the grave, you will live well. Your grandson still has a lot to learn from you! Uncle, you ··· "
before Wang Qiuxin finished his words, Wang Changhuan struggled violently again, his face twisted and his limbs moved.
"No, uncle four and uncle eight are sick again. Come on!"
Wang Qiuxin ran out in a hurry. When he took Wang Qingqi back to the house, he found that Wang Changhuan had no breath.
"Babo''s heart is broken. He is clearly wearing a heart protecting jade pendant. As long as he injects mana into the heart protecting jade pendant, to a certain extent, it can prevent Disha''s Qi from eroding his heart."
Wang Qingqi frowned and looked at a red jade pendant on Wang Changhuan''s chest.
It can be seen that Wang Changhuan is fed up with the torture of Disha''s Qi, allowing Disha''s Qi to break his heart.
"It''s all my fault. How can uncle Ba tell me his last words? How can I be so stupid! It''s all my fault. I killed Uncle ba. "
Wang Qiuxin red eyes, howling.
"Qiuxin, I don''t blame you. Babo thinks that his old man has been tortured by Disha for decades, which is a relief for him."
To tell you the truth, Wang Qingqi blames himself most. If his alchemy level is higher, he may be able to refine pills to dissolve Disha''s Qi.
"We don''t have to blame ourselves. Let''s report it to the owner! The most important thing is to manage the affairs of Uncle Ba well. "
Seven days later, Wang Qingkai held a grand funeral for Wang Changhuan.
After Wang Changhuan left, Wang Changqing was the only one of the "long" generation.
Wang Changqing has cultivated to the third floor of the foundation, and the ink cloud is the eighth floor.
Wang Mingjiang''s eldest son has failed to enter the foundation building period after taking two foundation building pills. He has given up and is now responsible for teaching the younger generation to practice and pass on the merits.
A five storey blue attic is carved with a large number of blue lotus flowers on the columns and three characters of "Sutra Pavilion" on the plaque.
A large number of exquisite patterns are carved on the surface of the attic, and there are many prohibitions around. Two lifelike gold guards stand at the door of the attic.
"This is the Sutra Pavilion of our Wang family. There are many prohibitions. Come with me one by one. Don''t run around. I can''t save you even if I touch the prohibition. Do you understand?"
Wang Changyang pointed to the Sutra Pavilion and said solemnly that behind him were more than 20 children of six or seven years old.
When you are five years old, you can detect the Linggen. If you have Linggen, you will be sent to the preaching hall to learn the theoretical knowledge. A year later, you will start to choose the skills.
Today is the time to choose skills.
"Qiuyong, you come with me to the Sutra pavilion to choose the skills, and the others stay here. Don''t run around, you know?"
Wang Changyang takes a six-year-old boy, his grandson Wang qiuyong, to the Sutra Pavilion.They stopped 30 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 blue light flew out and disappeared into the left eye of a gold guard.
Each of the two guards spewed out a large golden glow, which turned into a golden cloud ladder and fell in front of Wang Changyang.
Wang Changyang picked up Wang qiuyong and stood on the golden ladder, which rolled them up and disappeared into the Sutra Pavilion. The hall of the Sutra Pavilion is very spacious. There are more than a dozen puppet beasts standing in the corner. There is a blue counter on the left side. A middle-aged man with white face sits behind the counter, holding a Book of classics in his hand and reading it with relish.
There are more than ten tall wooden bookshelves in the hall. Each shelf has a large number of ancient books, jade slips and bamboo slips. Wang qiuyong''s young face looks surprised.
There is a sign on each bookshelf, which says "pills", "planting", "puppet", "array", "Fu Zhuan", "Lian Qi", "Gong Fa" and so on.
"Grandfather, so many books! How can I choose? "
With a smile, Wang Changyang said, "these are all ancient books collected by our ancestors. You are here to choose the skills. Go to the bookshelf where you can put them. You have to strive for success. In the future, you can go to the second floor of the Sutra Pavilion. Only the foundation building monks can go to the second floor."
There are a large number of classics on the bookshelf, such as jinyunjue, yanhugong, cangyuandafa, etc.
Wang qiuyong was dazzled and couldn''t read too many of them.
"Well, I''ve found it. This book is good. It''s consistent with your spirit root attribute, and the cultivation speed is not slow."
Wang Changyang chooses a local skill. Wang qiuyong doesn''t know anything and doesn''t ask much. Anyway, Wang Changyang won''t hurt him.
After copying the skill, Wang Changyang leaves with Wang qiuyong.
"Grandfather, is that the man you just said to be the cabinet keeper?"
"That''s right. They sit in the Sutra Pavilion all the year round, and they can check all the classics. Unless they are successful in their cultivation, they will not leave the Sutra Pavilion. You have to practice hard, fight for your grandfather, and enter the foundation period. Don''t let people look down on you."
Wang Changyang lovingly touched Wang qiuyong''s small head, and told him earnestly.
"I see. Grandfather and grandchildren will try their best to cultivate."