"Changsheng, I have obtained so much spiritual water this time. You can practice with peace of mind and leave the family affairs to me." Wang Changsheng agreed and returned to his residence.
Wang Qingqing was sitting in a stone pavilion carving puppets, while Wang Mingren watched from the side.
After a while, she put down the spirit knife and held a lifelike puppy puppet in her hand.
"Uncle Forty-Two, look, the first step in making the puppet beast is completed."
Wang Qingqing's crystal eyes were full of pride.
"Qingqing, you are so awesome. I have tried carving many times but failed."
Wang Mingren said in an envious tone.
"Uncle Forty-Two, as long as you practice hard, you can do it too."
Wang Qingqing smiled and encouraged.
"Qing Qing is right. Uncle Forty-Two, God rewards hard work. As long as you work hard, you will definitely be able to do it."
Wang Changsheng walked over and said with a smile.
The Wang family does not have a method to cultivate the dual spiritual roots of gold and fire. Wang Mingren is currently practicing the "Yuan Yuan Jue". This method can be cultivated with any spiritual root. The cultivation speed is average and can only be cultivated to the ninth level of Qi refining.
Without supporting skills, the Wang family could only let Wang Mingren practice the "Yuan Yuan Jue" that any immortal cultivator can practice. When he is older and has a deeper sense of belonging to the family, he will be sent to Bailingmen.
"Dad, I'm ready to refine the puppet beast, but there are still many things I don't understand. Please tell me quickly."
Wang Changsheng smiled slightly and carefully explained to Wang Qingqing the process of refining the puppet beast. When he encountered something he didn't understand, Wang Qingqing boldly asked questions. Wang Changsheng answered them one by one, while Wang Mingren listened.
"I think I know how to refine a puppet beast. I'll go back to the house and try to refine a puppet beast."
Wang Qingqing's face was filled with eagerness to try, and she rushed towards the boudoir quickly.
"Uncle Forty-Two, I'm going to be in seclusion for a while. During this period, if anything happens, you can go find my dad and he will help you solve it."
Wang Mingren nodded obediently: "Okay, I remember, Changsheng, you go ahead and do your work!"
He picked up a weapon refining book and read it carefully, his young face full of seriousness.
Wang Changsheng nodded secretly and walked towards the house.
After closing the door of the secret room, he took out the refining materials and the refining diagram, preparing to refine a natal magic weapon for Wang Ruyan.
To be honest, he didn't know much about it. He had never refined a guqin-type magic weapon before, and most of what he had refined were swords, flags, and inner armor.
After sitting quietly for a cup of tea, Wang Changsheng picked up the purple zinc wood and threw it into the void in front of him. He opened his mouth and spit out a stream of blue innate true fire, wrapping the purple zinc wood...
Time flies, and three years passed quickly.
At noon, the scorching sun shines brightly.
In a vast golden rice field, Wang Mingsen and five other tribesmen stood in front of the spiritual field.
Wang Qingzhi took out two green sickles and quickly submerged them into the rice fields, causing the rice plants to fall one after another.
After cutting off all the spiritual grains, the others each took out two storage bags and put away the spiritual grains.
Wang Mingsen took out a shining red flag and waved it gently. A large red flame appeared out of thin air and quickly ignited the hay in the spiritual field.
The fire spread quickly, and a huge white cloud appeared over the Lingtian at some unknown time. After a tumbling surge, large raindrops poured down. Soon, the flames dissipated. It was burnt black and steaming.
Wang Qingzhi knelt down, took out a yellow gourd the size of a palm, opened the cover of the gourd, and five yellow earthworms several feet long came out one after another and quickly burrowed into the ground.
I saw that the spiritual field was uneven, as if it had been plowed over.
In less than half an hour, five yellow earthworms plowed the spiritual field and ate up the excess hay.
"It's still more convenient now! We use spiritual insects to plow the fields. Unlike before, every time we cut the spiritual grain, we had to lie in bed for two days."
Wang Mingsen sighed with a look of reminiscence on his face.
"In the past? Uncle Twenty-second, weren't spiritual insects used to plow the fields in the past? Wasn't harvesting spiritual grains quite simple? What's so tiring?"
Wang Qingzhi was puzzled and asked curiously.
"The conditions were not so good in the past. The spiritual stones were not enough for my own use. Where could I buy spiritual stones to feed spiritual insects? At that time, harvesting of spiritual grains was done manually. Even if a grain of rice fell on the ground, it had to be picked up. Now It’s different. Not to mention one grain, even a pound of spiritual rice is thrown on the ground, and none of you are willing to pick it up. You will know if you go to the dining hall and take a look. Those young tribesmen are wasting a lot, and there is still more than half of the spiritual rice. I won’t eat it until I finish the bowl. At that time, we couldn’t bear to waste even a grain of spiritual rice.”
Wang Mingsen said slowly. In his words, he was very dissatisfied with the behavior of his juniors in wasting food.
Wang Qingzhi's eyes flashed with surprise, and he asked: "Isn't it right! My 22nd uncle, did the family live such a hard life before?"
Wang Mingsen hesitated for a moment and told the story about the Black Gold Mine. It had been so long since it happened and there was no secret at all.
"A great-grandfather died at the hands of the enemy. How can I bear this tone? We should fight back and crush the enemy's bones into ashes."
One tribesman was very confused.
Wang Mingsen snorted coldly and reprimanded unceremoniously: "I don't have enough strength, so I can only endure it. It's okay if I win, but if I lose, the clan will be exterminated. You all have several spiritual weapons on your body now. At that time, the younger generation in the clan can Even if there is only one spiritual weapon that is good, it has been used by the elders. How can we fight one family against three families? Now I want you to fight to the death with three evil cultivators. One against three, will you fight?"
"This... can't beat us, we can bring in reinforcements! Join the Vertical Alliance."
Wang Mingsen sneered and said earnestly: "Moving reinforcements? Who will help you if there is no benefit? There are only interests between families. Your friend is besieged by three evil cultivators. Will you rush to help him regardless of your own safety? Save him?" If you marry him and the reward he gives is not what you want, will you help him next time? You guys! You are young and energetic. You should think twice before doing anything. Don't do stupid things in a hot head. It is you who will suffer. As a human being, you should know Advance and retreat, take a step back and the sky is wide, endure the calm for a while, and endure it if you are not strong enough. Just like now, if I were not your uncle, you would have retorted a long time ago, and if you had established the foundation, I would not dare to say that to you."
"Yes, my grandson will remember my uncle's teachings."
Wang Qingzhi and others agreed repeatedly, but I don’t know what they were thinking.
"Okay, that's all in the past. Let me tell you, you don't understand either. You just work hard and cherish the life you have now. It was all obtained by the ancestors of the past generations with blood, flesh and sweat. I hope the family will become better and better. Okay, there’s no need to go back to the hard days before, just go back! Come back in two days.”
"Yes, the twenty-second uncle."
Wang Qingzhi and others agreed, turned and left.
Back at his residence, Wang Qingzhi saw Wang Ruyan drinking tea and chatting with Liu Qing'er in the stone pavilion.
"Grandma, mother, daddy hasn't come out of confinement yet?"
Wang Qingzhi asked casually.
"Not yet, Qingzhi, you are going to Lingtian again! I see you are sweating profusely. Come and have something to eat and drink a cup of hot tea to relieve your fatigue."
Liu Qing'er said with concern, her eyes full of doting.
Wang Qingzhi responded and walked towards the stone pavilion.
"Grandma, where's my sister! Why didn't you see her? Isn't this her favorite peach blossom cake?"
A smile appeared on Wang Ruyan's face and she said: "Your sister went to your fifth aunt. She now has a relatively high success rate in refining a first-order low-grade puppet beast. She said she wanted to work harder to refine a first-order mid-grade puppet beast. , there’s no need to wait for her for dinner.”