Mo Bai prepared with both hands, after all, he didn't have many magical artifacts in his hand. This time in the Huangfu, he always felt that something was going to happen, so he had to make some preparations in advance.
Although he had a small red sword in his hand, Mo Bai did his best not to hurt people in this "Jingcheng". After all, this city has its own rules. Mo Bai didn't want to be the first person to break this rule in hundreds of years.
So he chose these two instruments.
It seems that you have to choose your own magic weapon as soon as possible. To prepare well in advance, Mo Bai also knew that the materials refined by the magic weapon of his fate were not so easy to find. It was like Mu Yu, who had spent his entire life without successfully refining his own magic weapon.
There is one more thing that Mo Bai never figured out. Why can this Huang Wanwan be able to call the wind and rain in this world dominated by immortal cultivators, facing such a foundation-building cultivator like him, so calm and calm. Is it relying on the two foundation-building monks behind him
Obviously this is not the case. According to the unspoken rules of the world of cultivating immortals, if a mortal like Huang Baiwan meets a person who cultivates immortality, don’t say he is rich. There were only a hundred low-grade spirit stones, which had long been wiped out.
This is also the reason why Mo Bai is taboo. But if it comes, it's settled. Now it’s not a time to think too much, and only one step can be counted as one step.
Thinking of this, Mo Bai couldn't help feeling a little upset. He was entangled in Huang Bing in a daze, and was invited to the mansion by Huang Baiwan somehow. I can't go if I want to go now.
Shaking his head, putting aside the messy thoughts in his heart, Mo Bai calmly concentrated, and sacrificed the magic artifact with peace of mind.
In a secluded courtyard in the Yellow Mansion.
A middle-aged man in yellow clothes was sitting on a stone bench, and it was Huang Wanwan who sat opposite him. There was no one beside them.
"Brother Jing, are you sure?" Huang Wanwan asked, looking anxiously at the middle-aged man in yellow clothes.
"Brother Huang, did you say I lied to you?" The middle-aged man took a sip of the tea in his hand and said, "You and I have known each other for many years, and your ancestors have been kind to me. How do you think I would lie to you."
"You said, this person has innate spiritual aura. Is it true?" The expression on Huang Baiwan's face became more and more excited, and he confirmed again.
"Brother Huang, you want me to say it several times." The middle-aged man put down the teacup in his hand, looking helpless. He pondered for a moment, and said calmly: "However, the innate spirit has already merged with him. If he dies, the innate spirit will also dissipate."
Huang Baiwan's original excited expression was taken aback, and for a long time, he sighed and said, "It seems that our old Huang family doesn't have this blessing."
"Hey, you can't say that. Huang Bing's aptitude is also good." The middle-aged man said.
"Huang Bing is a baby girl after all, and can't inherit from our old Huang family. Don't count, don't count." Huang Wanwan waved his hand again and again.
The middle-aged man smiled bitterly, looked at Huang Wanwan with a disappointed look, and said, "You, the secular concepts are still so strong."
"What's wrong, I was a layman. For so many years, if it weren't for you, the lord of Jingcheng, I wouldn't know how many times I would have died early." Huang Wanwan became more excited as he said.
Speaking of this, he stopped abruptly, then waved his hand and continued: "You said, I am a worldly man who has done such a big family business, who will I give it to in the future."
"Cough" Old Monster Jing coughed dryly, interrupting Huang Wanwan's words. He looked at Huang Wanwan helplessly. Although he could repay the Huang Family's life-saving grace for the Huang Family to obtain the wealth and glory of the secular world, the problem of spiritual root aptitude was beyond his ability.
"Hey!" As Huang Wanwan sighed softly, the two fell silent, without saying a word.
For a long time, Old Monster Jing glanced at Huang Wanwan, as if to speak, but in the end he didn't say it.
"Brother Jing, just tell me if you have anything." Huang Baiwan saw the old monster Jing hesitating and stopped, and he stood up and asked eagerly.
Old Monster Jing saw that Huang Wanwan was like this, he naturally knew Huang Wanwan's mood. Although they are quite different in age, among the generations of the Huang family, he and Huang Wanwan have a very similar character, so they have always been brothers.
He sighed and said: "Brother Huang, I said earlier that your body has no way to cultivate. Over the years, you have eaten a lot of treasures of heaven and material. You can see what's in your body. Change. My Lao Jing has nothing to do with you."
"Of course I know this. I'm talking about that kid." Huang Baiwan sat down slowly, muttering.
"His congenital spiritual object cannot be taken out with my cultivation base." Old Monster Jing frowned, looking at Huang Wanwan, and said.
"Is there really no way?" Huang Baiwan raised his head, looking at Old Monster Jing expectantly and said.
Old Monster Jing picked up the teacup, took a sip, put the teacup down again, and pondered for a long time.
Seeing the silence of Old Monster Jing, Huang Wanwan smiled bitterly and comforted himself: "If there is no way, then forget it. God wants to destroy my old Huang family, this is also something that can't be helped."
"Hey, don't say that." Old Monster Jing shook his hand and said, "It really doesn't work. Let's tie him over and give birth to a boy with your daughter, so that we can solve your problem."
"Huh?" Old Monster Jing's unintentional words seemed to touch Huang Wanwan.
"Brother Jing, it seems that this method is feasible." Huang Wanwan stood up, held the stone table with both hands, and said while looking at Old Monster Jing.
"Oh!?" Old Monster Jing raised his head, looked at Huang Wanwan and said, "Are you sure you really want to do this?"
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"Well, but I don't know whether the child born will have spiritual roots. I can't determine whether a boy or a girl is born. There are indeed some risks. We will consider it carefully." Huang Wanwan returned to his original appearance from the excitement just now.
"Spiritual root! I can answer you." The old monster Jing pondered for a while, and said: "This person has innate spiritual things on his body, and at present, it has not really formed, if Yuanyang is stolen at this time. The spiritual energy of the innate spiritual creatures will naturally enter with Yuanyang. Therefore, this child will have spiritual roots."
"Is this really true?" Huang Baiwan immediately became energetic when he heard the words of Old Monster Jing.
"Naturally, I also saw the relevant information in the secrets of the Hehuan Sect. However, there is no way to control whether it is a male or a female." The old monster Jing nodded, and definitely said to Huang Wanwan.
"Then don't be afraid, just do it like this." Huang Wanyi gritted his teeth and said to Old Monster Jing.
"But, to Binger like this..." Old Monster Jing was much calmer than Huang Wanwan, and said worriedly.
"I can't take care of that much. For the sake of my old Huang family's inheritance. Bing'er should also make a sacrifice. She should understand." Huang Baiwan said with a slight hideousness on his face.
"Brother Huang, I said you don't know your daughter too much. Bing'er is soft on the outside and strong on the inside. If you are not careful, I am afraid that you will steal the chicken and not eat the rice, but will harm Binger." Disagree with Huang Wanwan's point of view.
Hearing what Old Monster Jing said, Huang Baiwan hesitated.
"Then... Is there any other way?" Huang Wanwan hesitated and asked. (To be continued) (End of this chapter)