In the quiet room of the Taoist temple, Wen Shoufei looked at Fu Bo in front of him and spoke.
In the quiet room, the aroma of soothing sandalwood rises.
Various kinds of elixirs are placed on the wooden shelves.
Wen Shoufei was wearing a white gown with silver patterns specially made by Wulao Qingxinzhai on the collar and cuffs.
Feeling the pressure from the master of spiritual cultivation, Fu Tiancheng said a little stiffly,
"Replying to the Master, I am."
Wen Shoufei nodded, flicked his fingers, and a bottle of pills flew towards Fu Tiancheng.
"This is the Marrow Cleansing Pill, which can help you cleanse the impurities in your bone marrow and enter the marrow refining realm. In addition, I will also leave the medicine shop on Changning Street to you to manage."
Fu Tiancheng was delighted when he heard this, "Thank you, Master."
"Why thank you? You did a good job and found a good seedling. Go down."
Wen Shoufei waved his hand, signaling Fu Tiancheng to leave.
Outside the quiet room, Fu Bo was waiting silently.
Seeing Fu Tiancheng coming out, his eyes suddenly lit up, "What did the master say?"
Fu Tiancheng smiled and said, "Marrow Cleansing Pills, from the medicine shop on Changning Street."
"Okay, okay, you have a good eye, kid! There are so many tenants in the Wang residence, but you only took a fancy to Li Qinglin!"
Faced with his father's praise, Fu Tiancheng was a little dazed at first.
How could the person I randomly picked in Wang's house grow to this point inexplicably and become his direct disciple inexplicably?
At first, I just thought that he was diligent in practicing martial arts, which seemed to suit my temperament?
But for some reason, with the reward from the host, the praise from his father, and the congratulations from his fellow disciples, the trance in Fu Tiancheng's heart gradually dissipated.
Instead, it became a kind of suspicion.
"Could it be that I am really a good judge of talent and have a unique vision?"
…
On this day, a fast horse galloped along the official road, with billowing dust.
Wang Song was wearing a black cloak, his entire face hidden in the shadows, and he was holding an ash urn in his arms.
He poured his strength into the horse under his crotch, and the horse's hooves flew so fast that sparks were about to fly.
They had arrived at Wang's house. Wang Song dismounted from his horse. The horse neighed, fell to the ground with a bang, and blood flowed from all its orifices.
After taking out his identity token, Wang Song went straight into the mansion.
A moment later, in the meeting hall of Wang's house, Grandpa Wang looked at the ash urn in front of him, as if struck by lightning. He looked dozens of years older and collapsed to the ground.
"You mean, my Xian'er, all that's left is his ashes in this urn?"
Wang Song was silent for a moment, unable to suppress the grief in his heart, and choked up,
"Grandpa, please accept my condolences. The robbery domain invaded, the Water Heng Liu was born, and the young master was unable to break through the Lihuo Gangfeng of the mountain gate in order to seek immortal fate..."
Grandpa Wang looked up blankly.
"If you haven't made it through, how did you make it through?"
The calamity zone is like a sword in the fire. If you want to leave, either there is an external force to fight against the entire calamity zone and drag the intruder out alive.
Or, it is to catch the "knife"! This thing is the rarest and most important thing in the robbery domain, which is the immortal fate that everyone seeks.
Upon hearing this, Wang Song took out a palm-sized, gray bag from his arms. The opening of the bag was woven with gold and jade threads, revealing an inexplicable Taoist charm.
"Wang was lucky enough not to force his way through the mountain gate, but instead found this... storage bag behind the stairs at the foot of the mountain."
Storage bag?!
Grandpa Wang stared at this immortal treasure with lifeless eyes.
"If grandpa wants to punish me, I will voluntarily give up my storage bag and let it turn into powder!" Wang Song said gritting his teeth.
It's like some kind of wise saying, the iron law of the universe.
Once the causal connection between the immortal fate brought out from the calamity realm and the ghostwriter is severed, it will re-experience and flow through the torrent of time from ancient times to the present, and most of the immortal fate will be turned into dust.
Grandpa Wang waved his hand dejectedly.
"Why waste the natural resources? Go down."
"What other treasures did you obtain during this expedition?"
"Go get the key from Wang Chang and put it in the armory."
"Yes, Grandpa, please accept my condolences." Wang Song consoled him softly.
Grandpa Wang had no expression on his face, staring blankly at the ash urn in his hand.
Wang Changsheng, the only immortal cultivator in the Wang residence, had been dead for more than twenty years and his body was only recently found.
And his most beloved son, Wang Xian, has now become a handful of ashes.
Heaven is so vast, how can it be so unkind to me! !
Grandpa Wang thought about it and shed two tears.
But after all, he had experienced many vicissitudes of life. In his grief, Grandpa Wang thought about the succession of the Wang family.
One childish face after another flashed through his mind, and finally stopped at the face of a brave and sturdy young man with curly hair.
"Meng'er?"
Grandpa Wang gradually calmed down, pondered for a moment, and suddenly called the steward Wang Chang, "On the night when Xian'er went to the camp, did anyone else seek immortal fate or escape from the expanding calamity domain?"
Wang Chang recalled for a moment and said,
"Yes, not everyone entered the robbery zone at that time, including the patrol guards, archers, hired martial artists, and, yes, several teams that were ordered to carry out secret orders, some people escaped."
"Bring everyone back and interrogate them about what happened that night. Wang Song said Xian'er died on the way to seek immortality, and I believe it.
But I can’t just take his word for it.”
"yes!"
But after a while, Wang Chang came back hurriedly with an embarrassed look on his face, "Grandpa, there is something I don't know whether I should tell you or not."
Grandpa Wang's eyes were cold. "If you say one more word of nonsense, I will retire and return home."
Wang Chang trembled and immediately replied,
"Grandpa, the list of people who need to be questioned has been released. It's fine for the others, after all, it's just questioning, and it's harmless. But there's one person among them that I can't make up my mind about..."
Wang Chang raised his head and looked at Grandpa Wang's face before continuing, "It was Li Qinglin. After he left the mansion a month ago, he somehow became a flag bearer and judge, and then he joined the Five Elders Qingxinzhai and became a direct disciple of Wen Shoufei.
This news has been spreading like wildfire in the outer city recently!"
"Grandpa, you also know that Wen Shoufei is a bit special. Not only is he an expert in cultivating his spirit, but he is also a ruthless person who protects his people and doesn't even give face to the Yu family. If you rashly question Li Qinglin, I'm afraid..."
Grandpa Wang's palm quietly grasped the handrail, his five veins bulged, and his fingers even clenched into the wood.
His face became increasingly calm, almost dead.
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There's a kind of calm before the storm.
As the head of the Wang family, he naturally has to analyze the pros and cons more than ordinary people, and even eliminate all emotional influences.
Now, it is not worth it to touch Li Qinglin.
wait.
Wait until he hits a low point, wait until he reveals a flaw...
"I know, let's not touch him for now."
"You go and do your work."
Wang Chang nodded and slowly retreated.
On the other side, Wang Song was ordered to get the key. Led by his servants, he passed through the pavilions and waterside terraces and came to a treasure house sealed with a dragon-breaking stone.
After taking out the key and verifying his identity, Wang Song lit a torch and walked along the dark stone corridor into the Wang family treasury.
Along the way, various hundred-year-old Ganoderma lucidum and deep mountain blood clotting drugs were quietly placed in special wooden boxes. Even secret medicines for breaking through realms such as Huangya Dan and Xisui Dan were not uncommon.
On the walls, there are various forged weapons such as axes, halberds, clubs, whips, and maces, emitting sharp and dim light.
However, Wang Song turned a deaf ear to this. He took out the treasure from the storage bag and put it into the treasury. Then, he silently took out a smooth bronze mirror from a corner.
A few thin lines like spider webs crawled strangely across Wang Song's eyes, occupying his entire pupil.
The fingers danced into specific seals, and the qi and blood passed through the fingertips, lightly or heavily touching the surface of the bronze mirror.
Then, lines of handwriting emerged.
Wang Song quickly glanced at the handwriting.
"Demanding supplies... the demon saint behind the scenes... plotting something big..."
"Wei Liang, the reason why you want to hunt down Li Qinglin, could it be related to this matter?"
The spider web patterns under Wang Song’s eyes flashed and then quickly disappeared.
Wang Song's face remained calm. He put the bronze mirror back and swept his sleeves. A pair of snow-white anklets in the cabinet disappeared quietly.
He left the treasury, returned to his residence, and lived in seclusion for several days.
After that, on an ordinary day, he received an assignment to go out on business and quietly left the Wang residence.
Heading towards the outer city.
…
A few days after becoming a direct disciple of Wulao Qingxinzhai, none of the troubles that Li Qinglin had anticipated happened.
Some people from Yu Sect, Shan Sect, and Dian Sect came to provoke without thinking, other dojos came to challenge Li Qinglin by name, and Wu Houjing's followers, family members, and good teachers came to seek revenge...
There was not even a shadow of these things.
Li Qinglin practiced martial arts peacefully every day, went to Wulao Qingxinzhai to ask martial arts masters for advice, competed with fellow disciples, and asked Lan Yu to make medicinal baths with various medicinal herbs in the warehouse to strengthen the bodies of his family...
Life was fulfilling and peaceful. The only shortcoming was probably this guy Li Qingqing.
After being expelled from several academies one after another, the teacher personally asked him to go and get the students.
But Li Qingqing didn't study in the academy all day, but sold candies and snacks at low prices, just like she opened a small store! I even heard that she started to get involved in high-end fields such as rice paper, brushes, and inkstones!
"Tell me! Where did you get these things?"
Li Qinglin had a stern face and looked at Li Qingqing with gloomy eyes.
Li Qingqing was wearing a thin red jacket. She looked extremely well-behaved and stood still obediently.
"It was given to me by Liu, a peddler in the alley on the right at the end of this street. He said, "Brother, if you become capable and famous, he will cooperate with me. I will provide the sales channels and he will provide the source of goods, and we will split the profits 90% to 100%."
Li Qinglin frowned: "You one and he nine?"
Li Qingqing's nose and eyebrows wrinkled together, and he shrank his neck back. He looked at Li Qinglin in surprise, "At present, I have nine points and he has one point! I'm not stupid!"
Hearing this, Li Qinglin laughed angrily and slammed Li Qingqing's head twice, causing Li Qingqing's head to buzz with pain. Then he said, "If you need something similar in the future, you must tell me in advance, understand?"
"I understand, big brother." Li Qingqing felt a little aggrieved.
Li Qinglin returned to the north room helplessly and opened the window. Outside the window, green bamboos hung down green strips and fell in front of the window.
He took out the rosewood, took a deep breath, and barely suppressed the anger in his heart.
"As my fame grows, there will be more incidents like this in the future."
Li Qinglin's gaze gradually became deeper.
In life, unless you are alone and have no desires, everyone has flaws and weaknesses.
At this time, Li Xianshi, Li Qingjing and Li Qingqing were his weak points.
With a weak spot, you will be threatened by others and unable to do what you want. It's like wearing shackles and leg irons. If you walk slowly, you will be scolded by predators for not striving and moving forward! But fortunately, as long as Li Qinglin is strong enough, he will rush all the way and tear down everything that stands in his way, and his family will be safer.
By then, the offensive and defensive situations would be different, and it would be his enemies' turn to worry, fearing that something unexpected would happen to the Li family. They would break the shackles and handcuffs, and completely release the beast in Li Qinglin's heart.
(End of this chapter)