Xiuxian: The Beginning Starts with the Drug Boy

In the cave.

Cheng Buzheng looked at the little old man beside him with a smile on his face.

But he was even more determined in his heart, and took the little old man's position as patriarch and let him live his life.

Obviously.

Such a low-key, steady soul boy banquet is definitely not the attention of the patriarch.

same.

It is also unlikely that it was arranged by Liuer, because the time is not right.

Liu'er returned to the state of Jin almost every five years, and this soul boy banquet started thirteen years ago.

In other words, this grand event of the Cheng family was organized two years after Liu'er left the family.

If there is no accident, it should be made by ordinary juniors.

Being able to act in such a steady manner must be the work of those two masters who stood out in the school.

Only clansmen who have learned the essence of stability in the school would think of this strategy.

Absolutely not, suggested by the little old man who had never attended the family school for a day.

It's a pity that those two outstanding family pillars don't have spiritual roots.

otherwise.

This is also a great event for the family.

"It's a pity!"

Cheng Buzheng secretly sighed in his heart.

Just as thoughts were flying in his mind, an extremely small and chaotic voice came from far away.

Cheng Buzheng, who has clear eyes and ears, can vaguely distinguish the sound of horseshoes, rolling wheels, breathing, and snoring...

I saw Cheng Buzheng looking in the direction of the faint voice!

This is due to the extremely wide and spacious passage in the northwest.

When the little old man saw the old ancestor's eyes turn, he also knew that the old ancestor must have discovered something.

Although he didn't hear any sound, he also knew that the eyes and ears of a fairy were not comparable to ordinary people.

It was the same with Patriarch Liu before.

The two looked at the passage quietly.

After half an hour.

The clear sound of horseshoes and the sound of rolling wheels came into the cave.

Hear this.

At this time.

The little old man thought silently for a moment, and said to himself:

"The old ancestor is indeed the first person in the Cheng family to cultivate immortals, and he was able to hear the movement half an hour ago!"

"This is Patriarch Liu, far incomparable."

He remembered that at that time, Patriarch Liu could only hear the voice from the passage only half a stick of incense ahead of time.

Although the little old man doesn't know, how big is the difference in strength between Patriarch and Patriarch Liu?

But he also knew that Patriarch Liu was by no means a match for Patriarch.

According to the genealogy records!

Whether it is the time of cultivating immortals or what he has seen and heard today, it can prove that the ancestor in front of him is the ancestor of the family.

He is quietly and without dispute, but he doesn't know the twists and turns in the heart of this old boy and junior.

He now hopes very much that there will be a junior with excellent qualifications among the juniors this time to complete the last link of the family's plan.

Not long.

The sound of horseshoes came from the northwest passage.

The sound became clearer.

Then, the red horse's head appeared.

Nine horses run side by side.

Immediately afterwards.

It is the body of a horse like silk and satin, and then nine middle-aged grooms with ruthless faces and black robes, followed by nine carriages.

According to the little old man, these grooms are dead men secretly cultivated by the family.

They are also members of the Cheng family who have no spiritual roots.

And that snoring sound also came from the carriage.

In each carriage, there are five or six children who are soundly asleep at this moment.

This is the case in a carriage.

Two too.

Ten cars.

Twenty cars.

···

Ninety cars.

The children in each carriage had a smooth breath, and seemed to be sleeping soundly, and there was some fruity wine smell faintly.

Obviously, this is by no means normal.

These juniors should have been drugged with perspiration, and this was the reason why there was such an endless sound of sleep.

After all, before cultivating immortals, he was also a little master of Mongolian sweat medicine.

This taste is unmistakable.

really.

It is not easy to be a pillar of school education.

The steady style has completely formed a characteristic inheritance in the common family.

Perhaps, Liu'er told the two school elites who are now the masters of the two veins of his last ring plan.

After all, what Tong Yan Wuji said may have been exposed inadvertently.

So, that's it.

soon.

The first row of nine carriages drove out of the wide passage, followed by the vehicles behind.

Under the control of the dead warriors, the carriages came to the square in the cave.

Afterwards, they saluted silently in the direction of Cheng Buzheng, then untied the noose and led the horse to the stable.

Horseless vehicles lined up neatly in the square.

More than 90 carriages, divided into front and rear rows!

Those dead men who drive vehicles are all in the stables, serving their own horses.

soon.

In the passage, the last carriage came out of the passage and came into the cave.

Then the curtain was lifted, and a middle-aged man with a handsome face walked out of the carriage.

He saw not only the familiar old man, but also a gentle and jade-like young monk.

After he saw the appearance of the young man clearly, he felt a little familiar, and then thought of a portrait hanging in the center of his family's ancestral hall.

Immediately.

The middle-aged man jumped out of the carriage, then trotted over, and saluted Cheng Buzheng.

"For future generations, Cheng Hongyao pays homage to the ancestors."

'Get up! '

Cheng Buzheng looked at the younger generation of the Cheng family in front of him, with a look of approval in his eyes, he waved his hand.

This is the pillar of the family.

As expected of a descendant of the light of family inheritance.

See here.

Cheng Hongyao was a little puzzled, why the ancestor was so kind to him.

He couldn't figure it out, so he had no choice but to suppress the doubts in his heart.

Afterwards, he stood up and took out a book from his arms, offering it with both hands.

"Old Ancestor, this is the age group who participated in the test in this vein. There are a total of 457 people, and the actual number is 457."

After receiving the book, Cheng Buzheng flipped through it.

rustle! ! !

The sound of pages being turned sounded in the quiet square here.

soon.

Cheng Buzheng finished reading, and he remembered the names of many juniors in his heart.

Afterwards, he returned the booklet to Cheng Hongyao.

With a wave of his hand.

Sleeping boys and girls in the carriage floated up and came out in an orderly manner.

in a blink.

Over the two rows of carriages, there were more than 400 juniors floating.

It's a pity that these little guys are sleeping soundly, and have no chance to know that their ancestors who have long died in their hearts during festivals are appearing in front of them at this time.

See here.

Cheng Buzheng smiled slightly.

The right hand is stretched forward, the thumb is pinching the belly of the middle finger.

With a thought.

A drop of bright red spiritual blood floated from his fingertips!

The blood-colored brilliance in the sky is reflected in the incomparably vast cave here, brilliant and beautiful.

It can be seen how powerful power is contained in a drop of ordinary blood, and it can also be seen how powerful the golden core cultivator's treasure body is.

A formula was played.

A ray of mysterious light shot into a drop of spiritual blood in front of him.

A low shout sounded in the square.

"Looking for the truth and accepting the sect, forgive me!"

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