Enlightenment overnight

"God, something is going to change..."

In the spiritual field, the breeze blew, and the father Chen Ruokong said slowly while hoeing the ground.

His son Chen Shouzhuo, who was following him, nodded to show that he was listening.

"The death barrier in the Qingyan Realm disappeared three years ago, and the spiritual energy began to recover. Monks from outside the realm can enter our world in the future. Maybe a spiritual god will come here to become the new Lord of the Earth Ruins Realm and revive the Qingyan Realm..."

Although this is something that every monk in the Qingyan world knows, Chen Shouzhuo still pretended to listen carefully in front of his nagging father.

Chen Shouzhuo, a time traveler, is fourteen years old. He has a slender body and a delicate face. He has a kind smile on his face and a pair of eyes that reveal infinite spirit. He makes people fall in love with him at a glance.

His father's old tune repeated itself, and his thoughts had already flown out of the spiritual field with the breeze.

The Chen family has a first-class spiritual field of five acres and seven quarters, protected by the Muji Zhenyuan Array, located on the hillside of Qinglan Mountain.

Qinglan Mountain is the Chen family's dojo. It is actually only seven or eight feet high. It cannot be called a mountain, just a hill.

Qinglan Mountain covers an area of ​​seven or eight miles, and there are countless green rocks in it, which is a characteristic of the Qingyan world.

The green rock is full of vitality, and countless orchids grow strongly in the cracks of the blue rock, so it is named Qinglan Mountain!

Whenever the flowers bloom, thousands of orchids bloom together, and the fragrance is timeless.

At a glance, the rocks are like jade, the flowers are like the sea, and the colors are colorful, making it look like a beautiful landscape.

As if he could see that his son in front of him was absent-minded, his father Chen Ruokong also knew that he couldn't help but talk nonsense again.

But he still took a breath and continued:

"Third brother, you are not young anymore, I should tell you this secret!"

Chen Shouzhuo was stunned for a moment, then his spirit came back and he said:

"Dad? What's the secret? Our Chen family has secrets that I don't know about?"

Chen Ruokong hoeed the ground again, and with the injection of mana, the magic weapon in his hand, the crane hoe, flashed, and the rock-like spiritual field was dug open.

"Originally I couldn't tell you, but you have awakened Su Hui since you were young and are a steady person, so I can tell you this secret!

Do you still remember the glory of our Chen family? "

Chen Shouzhuo looked solemn and said:

"My ancestors of the Chen family followed His Majesty, the founder of Qingyan, in the first year of the Qingyan calendar, and moved from the outside world to this Qingyan world, and were born with this world.

Qingyan has a history of 51,000 years. His Majesty, the ancestor of Qingyan, returned to the dust and entered Nirvana, and the world mutated.

I, the great ancestor of the Chen family, Lord Yuelong, had no choice but to branch out to avoid being hunted down by death, change my name and surname, and use Chen as my surname to open up the Chen family.

The disciples of the Chen family take the "Xuandu Qiongshan Qi Refining Method" as the core practice and inheritance, and have reached many realms such as the True Refining of Yuan, the True Cultivator of Dongxuan, the True Scholar of Zifu, the True Master of the Holy Realm, the True Lord of Dharma, and the True Venerable Spirit God. Promotion step by step.

In the fifty-five thousand eight hundred and seventy-five year of Qingyan Calendar, a dragon appeared in my Chen family.

The Thirteenth Patriarch, Lord Heng Yi, ascended to heaven and was promoted to the Dharma Realm. He condensed the Dharma Peng into the sky and lived for nine thousand three hundred and seventy-five years.

After that, the forty-sixth ancestor of my Chen family, Duke Chengchuan, ascended to heaven, was promoted to the realm of Dharma, transformed into the blood of Dharma, drank the mad sword, and lived for eight thousand five hundred and eighty-seven years.

At this point, my Chen family has prospered and was once one of the top 100 immortal cultivating families in the Qingyan world!

However, in the seventy-two thousand one hundred and thirty-seventh year of Qingyan calendar, Duke Chengchuan passed away, and no one from my Chen family rose to the top of the world, and it began to decline.

In the eighty thousand, nine hundred and sixty-sixth year of Qingyan Calendar, a great calamity occurred between heaven and earth, and the spiritual energy dissipated.

The seventy-three ancestors of the last Zifu true scholar of my Chen family fell, and the Chen family fell completely into the mortal world and became a low-level monk in the Qingyan world..."

Having said this, Chen Ruokong nodded, took over the words and said:

"Three thousand years after the Great Tribulation, my Chen family has become increasingly dilapidated. Not to mention the true practitioners of the Holy Realm, the True Scholars of Zifu, and even the realm of Dongxuan True Cultivators, no one has been promoted.

Even the core inheritance of our Chen family, "Xuandu Qiongshan Qi Refining Method" has been discontinued and lost.

There was no way, all the large clan of several thousand people died.

The population is thin. Starting from my wife’s grandfather, there have been seven generations of single inheritance. There is only one person in each generation. Compared with inheritance, there is nothing. Fortunately, I can still give birth to five of your children.

But yes, it’s not just our Chen family, but almost all families in the Qingyan world are like this. "

At this point, Chen Ruokong changed the topic:

“However, as the old saying goes, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse!

Although our ancestors have declined from generation to generation, they still left us a large legacy! "

This was what Chen Ruokong wanted to say, and Chen Shouzhuo immediately listened carefully.

However, Chen Ruokong handed the spiritual crane hoe to Chen Shouzhuo and said:

"It's your turn!"

Although the Chen family has a first-class high-grade spiritual field of five acres and seven quarters, they only have one spiritual crane hoe that can be used to cultivate the land.

Therefore, every time the fields are plowed, the father and his son work together and use them in different shifts.

It's not that there's no money to buy it, but the decline of the Qingyan Realm after the catastrophe three thousand years ago has resulted in no one being able to refine the magic weapon Spiritual Crane Hoe.

Chen Shouzhuo took over the magic weapon Spiritual Crane Hoe and worked carefully. He circulated the condensation energy in his body and injected it into the magic weapon Spiritual Crane Hoe.

When the magic weapon Spiritual Crane Hoe emitted light, he dug the ground hard, and suddenly the rock-like spiritual field separated automatically as the Magical Artifact Spiritual Crane Hoe fell.

If you lose your magic weapon, the Spiritual Crane Hoe, and you don’t have a hoe for farming, you can still plow the land with your hands to plant a spiritual field, but it’s ten times more difficult.

Looking at his son plowing the land honestly, Chen Ruokong said slowly:

“Everyone in the world thinks that my Chen family only has five acres and seventy percent of this high-grade spiritual field left.

Little did they know that the ancestors of all generations had long felt that there was a great calamity in the world.

Immediately after his forty-sixth ancestor Chengchuan passed away, he preserved the six-acre, fifth-level elixir garden of my Chen family with secret methods.

That is the fifth-level spiritual medicine garden, the best spiritual field in the Dharma Realm.

This is also the reason why my Chen family has been able to survive until now.

Unfortunately, after the great catastrophe, the spiritual energy dissipated, and this six-acre fifth-level elixir garden was reduced to three acres of fourth-level spiritual field, but it has always been under the control of my Chen family.

It's a pity that even if there is this treasure land, it is of no use to our Chen family.

Our Chen family doesn’t have any true practitioners in the Holy Realm, Zifu or Dongxuan practitioners. We have no way to cultivate them and can only preserve them secretly.

In the past three years, the barrier of death has disappeared, the catastrophe in Qingyan Realm has finally passed, the spiritual energy has recovered, and everything has returned.

If you can re-enter the Dixu True Ancestor, you can rebuild this world.

This spiritual field is of heavenly value!

Remember, three acres of spiritual land, it is..."

The sound is getting smaller and smaller!

"This is the biggest support of my Chen family. I hope you can use this to make a comeback!"

Chen Shouzhuo couldn't believe it and couldn't help but ask: "Dad, three acres of fourth-level spiritual land? How is that possible!"

Chen Ruokong laughed and said, "Don't underestimate the ancestors of our Chen family."

"Dad, countless people are already peeking at our current spiritual field..."

Chen Shouzhuo said bitterly: "Especially the Fan family! The arrogant Fan family is pressing forward step by step, trying to seize my Chen family's spiritual land!"

"Yes, if the news about the spiritual field leaks out, the real people from the Twelve Sacred Realms who control this world will be wild with joy and come to plunder it.

Our Chen family will inevitably become extinct, not a single one of us will survive! "

"So this is the biggest secret of my Chen family, and it must not be leaked!"

Chen Shouzhuo couldn't believe it, but he didn't have the spiritual crane hoe idle in his hand, and he was still cultivating the spiritual field.

However, he was only at the third level of Yuan Condensation. After digging for eleven times, the real energy was exhausted. He took a deep breath and handed the spiritual crane hoe to Chen Ruokong.

Chen Ruokong took the Linghe hoe. He was almost recovered and continued to dig the ground.

"Dad, I know!"

Gritting his teeth, Chen Shouzhuo asked carefully:

"Dad, what should we do with the Fan family?"

Chen Ruokong was quiet for a moment and said:

“The weather has changed and everyone is preparing for the future.

Your grandpa's Lin family was wiped out, and our Chen family has now lost its strong foreign support.

The Fan family regards us as pigs and wants to rob my Chen family’s spiritual land and cut off my Chen family’s bloodline.

What else can be done? It can only be served cold!

Fight to the death! "

Chen Shouzhuo nodded and said, "I understand, Dad, don't worry, our Chen family will definitely guard Lingtian, and I will guard Qinglan Mountain!"

Chen Ruokong sighed and said: "God's will is unpredictable, how strong the Lin family was back then!

Your grandfather, Lin Kongna, was a true cultivator of Dongxuan, but he ended up annihilating his family.

So, I have to tell you this secret.

What if one day, our Qinglan Mountain is taken away by the Fan family, and I will be gone too...

You must survive, and when the time comes, sell this secret to the big guys in this world. Even if the Fan family takes over our Qinglan Mountain, they will be exterminated.

And with the rewards from the big guys, you should be able to rebuild our Chen family, right? ! "

Chen Shouzhuo wanted to say something else, but was silent.

The two stopped talking. The father and son alternated like this, just silently cultivating the spiritual field. As the true energy fell, the sweat also remained.

Drop by drop, falling into the soil!

Only in this way, leaving behind sweat, breaking the soil and loosening the ground, can spiritual grains be planted and grow.

Plant one grain of millet in spring and harvest ten thousand grains in autumn!

Only then can there be gains, only then can people be alive, and only then can there be a future!

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