"Eighth uncle, are you better?"

Wang Qiuxin squatted in front of Wang Changhuan's bed and asked with concern.

Wang Changxing left his last words before his death, hoping that Wang Changhuan would take good care of Wang Qiuxin, Wang Changhuan did not break his promise, treated Wang Qiuxin like his own grandson, and taught him to refine weapons by hand.

Wang Qiuxin is already married, and the marriage was handled by Wang Changhuan.

"It's much better, there are two books in the drawer, you go and take them out, one is my refining experience in this life, and the other is the harm caused by the evil qi of the earth to the monk, after I die, you send these two books to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to remind future generations, not as a last resort, don't use the evil qi to build a foundation, it is nothing at first, as time goes by, the more damage the evil qi causes to the monk's body. ”

Wang Qiuxin took out two thick books from the drawer according to what Wang Changhuan said, one of the yellow books recorded the pain of Wang Changhuan being tortured by evil qi, just seeing those words, Wang Qiuxin felt a little afraid, you can imagine how much pain Wang Changhuan suffered.

"Eighth Uncle, the Earth Evil Qi has such a big drawback, why do you still use the Earth Evil Qi to impact the foundation building period?"

Wang Changhuan smiled bitterly and said: "In the past, the family was very poor, and life was tight, and it took many years of hard work to save the spirit stone to buy a Zhuji Dan, at that time, it would be good to be able to build a foundation, I have long known the disadvantages of the evil spirit, but I have not experienced it personally, you are much happier than me, taking Zhuji Dan Zhuji, there will be no drawbacks, then again, I am really happy to see you taking Zhuji Dan Zhuji!"

Wang Changhuan told Wang Qiuxin about the family's hard days in the past, and Wang Qiuxin listened in front of the bed.

He had read the development history of the family in the classics before, and he didn't feel how difficult the family was at that time, but now listening to Wang Changhuan, a first-hand witness, Wang Qiuxin felt the same way, and said secretly: "Without the selfless dedication of the ancestors of the past dynasties, the family would not be where it is today, and it is impossible for me to take Zhuji Dan to build the foundation." ”

"Qiu Xin, the family will rely on you in the future, refining is the foundation of our family, this craft cannot be lost, you must pass it on, my uncle has stopped at the second-order high-grade refiner in this life, I hope you can go further in the refining tool, if you become a third-order refiner, remember to go to your uncle's grave and say to your uncle." ”

Wang Changhuan had a relieved expression on his face and said with a smile.

"Uncle, don't talk nonsense, you will definitely live well in front of the grave, and your grandson still has a lot to learn from you! Uncle, you ······."

Before Wang Qiuxin's words were finished, Wang Changhuan struggled violently again, his face distorted, and his limbs moved wildly.

"It's not good, fourth uncle, eighth uncle is sick again, come quickly!"

Wang Qiuxin hurriedly ran out, and when he returned to the house with Wang Qingqi, he found that Wang Changhuan was no longer breathing.

"Babo's heart is broken, he is obviously wearing a heart protection jade pendant, as long as he injects mana into the heart protection jade pendant, to a certain extent, it can stop the earth evil qi from eroding his heart. ”

Wang Qingqi frowned, and looked at the red jade pendant on Wang Changhuan's chest.

It can be seen that Wang Changhuan is fed up with the torture of the earth's evil qi, and allows the earth's evil qi to break his heart.

"It's all my fault, I said how did the eighth uncle explain his last words to me, why am I so stupid! It's all my fault, I killed the eighth uncle. ”

Wang Qiuxin's eyes were red and he was crying.

"Qiu Xin, I don't blame you, Uncle Ba is thinking about it, his old man has been tortured by the evil spirit for decades, which is not a relief for him. ”

To be honest, Wang Qingqi blamed himself the most, if his alchemy level was higher, he might be able to refine the pill to dissolve the evil qi.

"We don't have to blame ourselves, let's report to the head of the family quickly! ”

Seven days later, Wang Qingkai held a grand funeral for Wang Changhuan.

After Wang Changhuan left, Wang Changqing was left with the foundation building monks of the "long" generation.

Wang Changqing has cultivated to the third layer of foundation building, and Mo Caiyun is the eighth layer of foundation building.

Wang Mingjiang's eldest son failed to enter the foundation building period after taking two Zhuji Dan pills, he has given up, and is currently responsible for teaching the younger generations to cultivate and pass on the merits to the elders.

A five-storey cyan attic, with a large number of cyan lotus flowers carved on the pillars, and the three big characters "Tibetan Scripture Pavilion" written on the plaque.

The surface of the attic is carved with a large number of exquisite patterns, and there are many prohibitions on all sides, and two lifelike gold-armored guards stand at the door of the attic.

"This is our Wang family's scripture pavilion, there are a lot of prohibitions, you come with me one by one, don't run around, if you touch the prohibition, I can't save you, understand?"

Wang Changyang pointed to the Scripture Pavilion and said with a solemn face, behind him, there were more than 20 children of six or seven years old.

At the age of five, the spiritual root can be detected, and if there is a spiritual root, it is sent to the preaching institute to learn theoretical knowledge, and after a year, he begins to select exercises.

Today is the time to choose exercises.

"Qiu Yong, you follow me into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to select exercises, and the others stay here and are not allowed to run around, you know?"

Wang Changyang walked towards the Pavilion with a six-year-old boy, his grandson, Wang Qiuyong.

They stopped thirty zhang away from the Scripture Pavilion, Wang Changyang took out a cyan token, a cyan lotus flower lit up on the surface of the token, and a cyan light flew out, and in a flash it disappeared into the left eye of a golden armor guard.

Each of the two golden armor guards erupted a large piece of golden glow from their mouths, turning into a golden cloud ladder and landing in front of Wang Changyang.

Wang Changyang picked up Wang Qiuyong and stood on top of the golden ladder, which rolled them up and sank into the Scripture Pavilion. The hall of the Scripture Pavilion is very spacious, there are more than a dozen puppet beasts standing in the corners around it, there is a cyan counter on the left hand side, and a middle-aged man with a white face sits behind the counter, holding a book in his hand and reading it with relish.

There are more than a dozen tall wooden bookshelves in the hall, and each shelf is placed with a large number of classics, jade slips, and bamboo slips, and Wang Qiuyong's immature face has a surprised expression.

On each bookshelf there is a sign that reads "Pill", "Planting", "Puppet", "Formation", "Fu Seal", "Refining", "Gongfa" and so on.

"Grandfather, there are so many classics! How did I finish picking them out?"

Wang Changyang smiled slightly, and said: "These are the classics collected by the ancestors of the past dynasties, you are here to select the exercises, and to select the bookshelf where the exercises are placed, you have to fight for energy, and in the future, you will go to the second floor of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and only the monks who build the foundation can go to the second layer." ”

There are a large number of exercise books on the shelves, such as "Jin Yun Jue", "Yanhu Gong", "Cangyuan Dafa", ······

Wang Qiuyong was dazzled, there were too many exercises, and he couldn't see them at all.

"Okay, I found it, this "Crazy Sand Gong" is good, it matches your spiritual root attributes, and the cultivation speed is not slow. ”

Wang Changyang chose an earth attribute exercise, Wang Qiuyong didn't understand anything, and he didn't ask much, anyway, Wang Changyang wouldn't harm him.

After copying the exercises, Wang Changyang took Wang Qiuyong and left.

"Grandfather, is that person the one you said just now the Pavilion Keeper?"

"That's right, they sit in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion all the year round, and they can consult all the classics, unless they are cultivated greatly, they will not leave the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion one step, you have to cultivate diligently, fight for your grandfather, and enter the foundation building period, don't let people look down on you. ”

Wang Changyang touched Wang Qiuyong's little head lovingly, and said earnestly.

"Got it, grandfather, grandson will work hard to cultivate. ”