It Turns Out I am a Dao Ancestor

After a cup of tea.

"Crack!"

sounded.

Chen Daoming clenched his fists, his whole body trembled with excitement.

Breakthrough again!

Now, he has reached the Golden Core Realm.

His thoughts swept to Jindan, and his eyes were full of shock.

"It's just condensed the golden core, it is already very stable, there is not a trace of impurities in the golden core!"

"I am the supreme golden pill!"

"Oh my god, I... What kind of spirit tea is I drinking!"

Chen Daoming's heart was surging, and he couldn't calm down at all.

He looked at Sun Hao, adoring and awe-inspiring eyes, sweeping towards him.

"Brother Chen, have another drink?" Sun Hao asked.

"Do not……"

Chen Daoming quickly waved his hand.

How dare you be greedy for this kind of spirit tea.

One more cup, I will definitely not be able to digest it.

If you don't finish drinking it, you will definitely make the son unhappy.

If you cut off this path of creation, you have to find a place to cry to death.

"Young master, such a peerless master, treats me like a mountain. This great kindness is unforgettable! You must give me a gift in return!"

Chen Daoming thought to himself, his mind swept to the space ring.

Inside, there are three low-grade spirit stones, a piece of rotten leather armor, and a long sword...

Spirits, nothing!

How could the son see these things?

"Hey, I have to find a way to get a spiritual item and give it to the son."

Chen Daoming secretly made a decision.

The beautiful scenery lingers, the tea fragrance is intoxicating, the gentleman speaks elegantly, and has an extraordinary temperament.

In the words, there seems to be a rhyme, giving oneself a sense of sudden enlightenment.

Before I knew it, half a day had passed.

The sky gradually darkened.

It didn't take long for a drizzle to fall.

At first glance, the water mist is transpiring, like a pair of ink landscape paintings.

Hazy beauty, fascinating.

Suddenly, Chen Daoming raised his eyebrows, as if thinking of something important.

"Young master, please forgive me for disturbing you for a long time. If you have something to do, please say goodbye first!"

Chen Daoming stood up and bowed.

"Brother Chen, you're welcome!"

Sun Hao glanced at the sky and watched the drizzling rain.

His eyes swept to the hats and scorpions hanging by the pavilion, "Since Brother Chen is leaving, I won't hold back, take this, you can take shelter from the wind and rain."

Having said that, Sun Hao handed the bucket hat and scorpion clothes to Chen Daoming's hands.

"Son, thank you!"

Chen Daoming put on the bamboo hat, put on the mino clothes, and bowed again and clasped his fists.

"Brother Chen, remember to come more!"

"must!"

Chen Daoming turned around and walked away quickly.

He was in the rain and fog, leaving a hazy figure behind.

Seeing this situation, Sun Hao walked back into the house and started to play the piano.

"Boom..."

The voice is long, spreading throughout the valley.

Ink landscape, accompanied by the sound of the piano, is simple and long, with a profound artistic conception.

Chen Daoming's head roared.

Inside, there is an indescribable feeling.

It seems to have found some kind of mystery.

Chen Daoming stood there, motionless.

He didn't recover until the sound of the piano ended.

"One sound of the piano made me achieve a mysterious meaning, and I seem to have realized a hint of sword meaning!"

"Could it be that it wasn't someone else who played the piano just now, but the son?"

Thinking of this.

"hiss……"

Chen Daoming took a deep breath.

It turned out that the young master helped him break through and kill the demon.

And the son is unwilling to admit it.

Could it be that:

The son is stuck at a bottleneck, incarnating as a mortal, comprehending the Tao of red dust, and breaking through?

It must be so!

You must not point out the son, otherwise, it will damage the son's morality!

Until then, all death will be blamed!

Such a strong man.

All over the place!

unimaginable!

I didn't expect that a little cultivator could be related to this kind of power!

God, what chance did you get? !

Chen Daoming's heart was turbulent.

He took a few deep breaths before his expression calmed down.

Turning around and looking in the direction of Sun Hao, he bowed deeply.

"Young master, great kindness, keep it in your heart!"

"If you have the opportunity, go through fire and water, and do whatever you want!"

After a long time, he turned around and walked down the mountain.

on the way.

He looked at the clothes on his body, "I'm afraid the two things your son gave me are extraordinary!"

He took the hat and the hood and checked it carefully.

"Om..."

A roar hit his mind.

His own spiritual consciousness was unable to penetrate the hat and scorpion!

"This is by no means an ordinary thing. The things that the son sent must be taken care of!"

After finishing speaking, Chen Daoming's thoughts moved, and a barrier enveloped his body and kept the rain out.

Then, he received these two things into the space ring.

"Muku, you dare to murder us!"

"This time, even if the sect master protects you, you must be in a different place!"

Chen Daoming stepped forward and hurried down the mountain.

Soon, it disappeared into the rain and fog.

...

...

"It's 20!"

Sun Hao opened the Fortune Value panel and saw the 20 Fortune Value points above, his eyes lit up.

In just one day, I gained 20 points of blessing, and finally got off to a good start.

Just now, I gave Chen Daoming a cup of tea and gained 3 points of blessing.

Give him a bamboo hat and a shroud, and gain 2 points of good fortune.

It seems that if you give something to a cultivator, you can reap the blessings.

If you have enough things, you will be rewarded!

"It's wonderful, I don't have to worry about not having good luck in the future!"

"However, there is still more experimentation, and we will talk about it when he comes next time!"

Thinking so, Sun Hao held up the oil-paper umbrella and walked into the house.

When he came to the carving room, he looked at the logs on the ground and stepped forward.

"Since playing music can reap blessings, sculpting should also be possible, right?"

"Carve some small objects first and give them to immortal cultivators, and you can also reap a lot of blessings!"

Sun Hao sat on the low stool, took out the carving knife, and began to carve.

"call……"

The carving knife is in his hand, like a dragon.

Every movement is flowing without any pause.

The statues the size of a palm were carved out by him.

These statues include Taoists, Buddha statues, birds, and beasts...

Each piece is completed in one step, without fine carving or polishing.

Each piece is lifelike, like a living thing.

In the blink of an eye, it was a few hours.

Not a single piece of wood was left on the ground, but it was turned into a statue.

"Okay, more than two hundred pieces have been completed!"

"This time, you should be able to reap a lot of blessings."

"Brother Chen, even if he is an immortal cultivator, should be able to appreciate the ingenious carving skills like me!"

"With so many types, if Brother Chen comes again, let him choose it himself!"

"I rubbed it. After carving for so long, I didn't get any blessings?"

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