Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant

Why should they spread fabricated news about the Xu Lian cultivator in the sect... Qu Shentong is really confused about this.

But he believed that Wang Hao had a reason for doing this, so he didn't ask further questions and just nodded:

"But is there anything else I need to do?"

Wang Hao was about to wave his hand, but when he changed his mind, he remembered something. He calculated it silently and said aloud:

"I beg the sect master to call me twenty-four pieces of fourth-level spiritual materials one foot square, which are hard in texture and full of spiritual energy."

"Twenty-four dollars?"

Although Qu Shentong didn't understand why Wang Yan made such a request, he still agreed.

"I will have someone retrieve it from the treasure house later and send it to you."

Wang Hao nodded.

Then he flew out of Chunyang Palace.

Qu Shentong didn't waste any time. Even after he recruited his disciples, he gave all the instructions that Wang Hao had just explained.

The disciple took the order and left.

Only then did Qu Shentong sit back at the desk again, looking at the pile of documents in front of him, he felt a sense of exhaustion.

The downgrade of heaven and earth is not just reflected in the suppression of realm.

Including the spiritual veins, spiritual energy, spiritual plant growth, etc. between heaven and earth, all have more or less influence.

In the past, everyone was more focused on the catastrophes of being unable to improve their realm and mending the cracks in the world, and never noticed or cared about it.

But now that everyone is gradually returning to their daily practice and life, they can feel the aftermath of this great change in the world and its profound impact on the monks.

As the leader of a sect, at this time, Qu Shentong could only do everything in detail and lead everyone to solve the problem.

This indeed calmed the sect's mind, which was originally unstable, but it also made him exhausted both physically and mentally.

He gave a wry smile.

Qu Shentong gently used a technique to strengthen his mind, and then he cheered up again and began to look through the documents in front of him.

After flipping through the list of supplies in the Diwu Palace, Qu Shentong quickly sat up slightly and couldn't help but frown:

"The sixth-level spiritual veins in the sect are in danger of overflowing. It is necessary to disconnect the sect-protecting formation from the spiritual veins to preserve the spiritual veins... Once disconnected, the sect-protecting formation will lose the supply of spiritual energy... The formation method The Ministry has provided an alternative method. In normal times, you can use Nascent Soul monks or fourth-level spiritual beasts as the source of spiritual energy, and alternately convert the supply with mana to maintain the basic barrier. During war, you can instantly reconnect to the spiritual veins..."

"...We need Nascent Soul cultivators or spirit beasts, at least...five hundred?!"

Qu Shentong frowned.

Unable to bear it, he stood up and walked back and forth in the hall with his hands behind his back.

Although the report submitted by the Diwu Palace also stated that the Diwu Palace counted the lower beast control department and the batch of fourth-level chicken-type spiritual beasts that Sect Master Shao had previously reserved in the Vientiane Treasure House, and the total number was about 300.

But there are still nearly two hundred fourth-level spiritual beasts or Nascent Soul cultivator levels.

The key is that this is only the minimum number of guards.

To maintain the basic operation of the formation, rotating spiritual beasts or monks are needed. Calculated in this way, the gap is far more than two hundred.

"So many gaps..."

Qu Shentong walked slightly slowly.

I walked to the desk and turned back a few pages.

It is written clearly on it that if the current speed is followed, within a hundred years, the spiritual veins in the sect will dry up and be cut off due to being extracted too much by the sect-protecting formation.

After closing his eyes and thinking for a while, he sighed softly.

After hesitating for a moment, he raised his hand and wrote 'to be determined' on the document.

Then he sat back at the desk, put aside the documents from the local animal hall, and concentrated on processing other documents.

…

When Wang Ba returned to Wanfa Peak, it was rare that Bu Chan was not in the spiritual planting department. Instead, he and Wang Qingyang, who was like a young girl, were farming in the spiritual fields on the top of the mountain.

What surprised him even more was that he actually saw a figure that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

"Six pounds?"

"father!"

A stream of light flashed across, and a handsome young man with a sword and delicate features and impressive aura jumped out of the sword light and landed in front of Wang Hao.

Between his eyebrows and eyes, he looks more like Bu Chan.

Seeing this young man, Wang Ba was surprised and happy. He couldn't help but step forward and grab his arm. But for some reason, he subconsciously held back, retracted his hand, stood there, and coughed. cried out:

"When did you come back? Aren't you supposed to be in Xihai Kingdom with Senior Brother Zhao now?"

"There are almost no traces of the monks from the Three Continents of Xihai Kingdom now. The master came back to resign a few days ago, and I came back with him."

Seeing his long-lost old father, Wang Yi'an was extremely excited. He didn't care about his old father's pretentiousness and replied with a smile.

When Wang Bao heard this, he couldn't help but look at Wang Yi'an carefully.

Compared with what he saw in Xihai Kingdom more than ten years ago, Wang Yian is now slightly taller. Although he still looks like a young man and is energetic, his eyebrows still have a bit of calmness that he didn't have before.

Even though he tried his best to restrain himself, he still couldn't conceal the sharp edge of the Jindan Sword Cultivator.

"The early stage of Jindan... is okay."

Although his heart was overjoyed, Wang Yan's face was still slightly tense subconsciously.

There was a hint of pride in Wang Yian's tone:

"Master said that as long as I continue to accumulate mana, I will soon be able to reach the middle stage of Jindan."

When Wang Bao heard this, he was even more pleased, but his face was still gloomy and he warned in a low voice:

"Although Senior Brother Zhao said this, you must not neglect your cultivation at all. You must not get carried away and follow Master You to practice steadily..."

"Okay, I only came back after six pounds. Don't act like a sect leader at home."

Bu Chan came over, grabbed Wang Yi'an and left, giving Wang Yan a rollicking look as he left.

Wang Hao's old face suddenly became a little confused, and he coughed slightly awkwardly:

"No way...what are you doing in the fields?"

Wang Qingyang, who was not far away, smiled and said:

"Master, my wife is planting some spiritual plants according to the ingredients on the 'Spring and Autumn Drunk' wine recipe!"

"Spring and Autumn Drunk?"

Wang Hao was stunned for a moment, and then he recalled it.

He had previously used the Eight Hundred Years of Spring and Autumn Drunkenness given by He Jiugui to understand the way of the soul, and gained a lot, and he realized the value of this Spring and Autumn Drunk. However, he really had no time to deal with it, so he gave the wine recipe to Bu Chan and asked her to Have time to prepare.

Wang Bao quickly asked Buchan:

"Have all the spiritual plants been planted? Is it enough? Not enough for me to find He Jiugui."

"That's enough. I am the deputy director of the Spiritual Planting Department. I can't get enough spiritual plants."

Bu Chan waved his hands casually, rolled up his sleeves and walked into the field, then greeted:

"Hurry up and help me, I have to finish my work early and have to go to the ministry!"

Wang Haoran.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but I always feel that the junior sister today is not as gentle and approachable as before.

I couldn't help but muttered:

"You are the deputy director of the Spiritual Planting Department, do you still need help?"

Immediately, Bu Chan turned his head and stared with squinted eyes:

"What did you just say?"

"No, it's nothing."

Wang Ba laughed and followed him to Lingtian.

I casually touched a magic weapon specially used to sort out the spiritual energy of the spirit field, and got busy.

Wang Yi'an, who was following Bu Chan, was no longer the ignorant young man he used to be. Seeing that his old father, the deputy sect leader, was so honest in front of his mother, he couldn't help but hold back a laugh.

Bu Chan immediately turned his head to look, with a hint of sharpness and danger in his eyes:

"why are you laughing?"

Feeling the dangerous aura like a natural enemy, Wang Yian immediately said seriously:

"I'm just happy that our family is reunited again."

Hearing Wang Yi'an's words, Bu Chan's sharp eyes couldn't help but soften a lot, and he nodded gently:

"That's true... You and Qingyang go and clean the fairy beans picked over there. I'll cook a meal later. It's rare for our family of four to get together. After dinner, I'll go back to the ministry."

"Okay!"

Wang Yi'an responded obediently and quickly flew out.

Wang Qingyang glanced at the picked vegetables and wondered:

"Master's wife, I'd better plow the land, I'm afraid that the vegetables will be broken into pieces."

"If it's broken, just break it up and eat it. It's okay. It's just a good way to practice the use of your magic power."

Bu Chan replied without raising his head.

In a few words, several people were arranged properly.

Wang Qingyang also flew over immediately.

As the couple works together, time flies by.

Not long after, Wang Hao straightened out the earth's energy, and Bu Chan also planted the spiritual plant seeds and seedlings in sequence.

Then Bu Chan quickly started cooking.

I haven’t cooked for many years, but I’m not unfamiliar with it.

It didn't take long for a table of dishes to be prepared.

"Mom, this fish is well cooked. I remember that the fish you cooked before always had blood in it and was very fishy..."

After relaxing, Wang Yian spoke cheerfully.

Wang Ba and Wang Qingyang on the side remained calm.

Sure enough, Bu Chan looked at Wang Yian with squinted eyes:

"Before, was it so unpalatable?"

Wang Yixin felt a chill in his head and shook his head like a rattle:

"Probably not, maybe I remembered it wrong."

Bu Chan snorted:

"Eating won't stop your mouth."

Wang Qingyang couldn't hold back his laughter and burst out laughing.

Wang Yan also raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

The air on Wanfa Peak was filled with a rare joyful smell.

At night.

The quiet moonlight fell in front of the bed.

The clouds disappear and the rain stops.

Bu Chan curled up quietly in Wang Ba's arms, like a quiet cat, and whispered:

"Do you really agree with Liujin and Qingyang going to Huangjizhou?"

Wang Hao raised his head, his eyes fell on the beam, slightly absent-minded:

"Hualong Pond is a rare opportunity for them... Don't worry, one is my son and the other is my disciple. Nothing will happen to them."

Bu Chan heard this and sighed softly:

"You don't want the disciples in the sect to gossip, right? This Hualong Pond is so precious, and there must be fights. Even you, the disciple and descendant of the deputy sect master, have gone there, and no one can say anything about it. "

After hearing Bu Chan's words, Wang Yan couldn't help but tilt his head slightly, glanced at the woman in his arms, and sighed slightly:

"So many senior members of the sect have died, so why are Liujin and Qingyang so special?"

The room was extremely quiet.

After a long time, Bu Chan's faint voice came out:

"I know what you mean, and I have always remembered the kindness of the seniors of the sect, but...you and Liujin are the most important to me. I don't want anything to happen to either of you."

Wang Ba was silent for a while after hearing this, and then hugged the body in his arms tightly.

"Don't worry, I'm here."

…

"After the Heavenly Dao Foundation is established and the elixir is formed, an innate spell is born."

"And when the baby was born, Xu absorbed too much power of the soul, and this innate spell actually transformed into a small magical power."

"Little Zhou Tian escapes and releases his magical power."

"Twenty-four pieces in total of hard materials can be used to permanently carry the twenty-four small Zhoutian Escape Beacons. In one thought, you can use these small Zhoutian Escape Beacons to continuously transmit in an instant... This is better than It was more practical before.”

Wang Hao sat cross-legged under the jasper firewood tree, looking down at the twenty-four black ores that were lined up in front of him, like heavy iron.

These ores were sent by Qu Shentong.

It was covered with pores and was black.

However, it is actually a very precious fourth-level spiritual mineral. Its texture is among the top three among fourth-level spiritual objects, even if it is not the hardest.

"It's enough to carry the Escape Beacon."

Wang Ba held a piece in his hand and felt it carefully.

With a thought, a ball of fourth-level spiritual fire quickly rose in his palm.

However, facing the calcining of this spiritual fire, Xuanhei Ore seemed to have no feeling and remained as quiet as ever.

Wang Hao frowned slightly.

So resistant to burning?

Immediately he called out softly:

"Erya."

"Goo!"

On the Jasper Fire Tung tree, a fiery red figure quickly flew out from the canopy covered with fire leaves and landed lightly on Wang Hao's shoulders. He turned back slightly and combed his slightly variegated hair. tail feathers.

Wang Ba raised the black ore in his hand and waved it towards Erya.

"Gugu...huh?"

Erya tilted her head, and then quickly understood what Wang Ba meant. She opened her golden and bright beak, and a ball of gold and red flames instantly fell on the ore.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the ore quickly began to melt.

Not long after, under Wang Hao's control, a dark black token that felt heavy and flawless was formed.

Wang Ba weighed it with satisfaction, and then pressed it gently with his palm.

On the dark black token, a divine mark that resembled a red bird was immediately left.

Erya looked at the mark on the token doubtfully.

"It's just what you drew."

Wang Ba showed a smile.

Since he understood the divine patterns, he no longer sticks to the form. As long as the true meaning of the divine patterns is there, it doesn't matter how he draws it.

After making a piece of Escape Dao Mark, Wang Yan followed the same pattern and refined twenty pieces.

Three pieces were left unengraved.

Xiao Zhoutian's magical power can be used to permanently engrave the mark on the carrier, or temporarily engrave it on a carrier with a poor quality, and it will break after use, just like the technique of sealing the body before.

The three beacons left behind were used as temporary battles.

After these were refined, Wang Ba pondered for a while, then took out ten of them and threw them into the Diwu Palace. At the same time, he also explained some things to Ma Shengxu, the master of the Diwu Palace.

Done this.

Suddenly something moved in his mind, and he took out a damaged drum from the storage instrument and placed it in front of him.

Then he stood up and saluted the drum:

"Disciple Wang Ba, I have met the Patriarch Yuyang and asked the Patriarch to show up."

The drum was silent.

However, Wang Yan had no intention of getting up.

a long time.

From the damaged drum, a slightly indifferent voice finally came:

"That bastard Xun Fujun is right, you really have the possibility to cure my injury."

A shadow of a boy in white quietly emerged from the drum.

Looking at him levelly, with a hint of curiosity in his eyes:

"How did you make sure I was still there?"

Wang Ba looked calm:

"...guessed."

The boy in white was speechless for a moment.

Wang Yan then asked:

"I dare to ask the Patriarch, you have obviously followed Elder Xun to mend the sky, why did you leave again?"

"Fucking mending the sky!"

Although the boy in white is a magic weapon and a true spirit, he is naturally indifferent and can't help but curse when he hears this:

"This bastard Mr. Xun Fu has really hurt me! If I hadn't been injured in the battle with Han Xiangzi, how could I have leaked the Dao Domain and my origin was greatly damaged!"

"Fortunately, this kid still has some conscience and deliberately used his Dao domain to wrap me up, so I was saved from trouble."

Hearing what the boy in white said, Wang Hao felt a little disappointed.

He thought Xun Fujun had some back-up plan.

But when he thought about what the boy in white had just said, he couldn't help but feel something in his heart and said curiously:

"Before Elder Xun mended the sky, what did he explain to you, the Patriarch?"

"Explain?"

The boy in white frowned:

"He asked me to come to you, saying that you are the only person in the sect who has hope of repairing my body... He also seemed to have said something about 'ancestor'. It's strange... I feel like I can't remember it. Could it be because of an injury? Is it because of the original body?”

The boy in white couldn't help but shook his head. Judging from his expression, he didn't seem to be faking.

"Repair the original body? Patriarch?"

Wang Hao was slightly startled.

What repair skills can he have? He is not a weapon refiner.

What's more, this is a fifth-level magic weapon.

"Wait, could it be..."

He thought of a possibility!

Conceal the truth and practice falsehood to become reality.

The power of the Yin God!