Chapter 13 The Patriarch's Summons

Ding~ding~ding~ Ji Qingling was woken up by the noise. Is the village chief addicted to holding meetings recently? He does this every now and then.

She heard the sound of the door opening and guessed that her parents had gone out.

Never mind, just lie down and continue sleeping.

She didn't know how long she slept when she felt someone trying to shake her.

"Ji Xiaomei, get up quickly, something happened!"

Ji Qingling opened his eyes and stared at Ji Qingyuan, "If you lie, I will bite you to death."

"The head of the Ji family just sent a message asking us to return to Tongcheng."

"What!!!" Ji Qingling suddenly woke up.

It turned out that the village chief had just called everyone together because of this matter, but they had agreed to relocate the entire village! Ji Qingling was very disgusted with the Tongcheng group, and he clearly didn't want to care about them before.

Why are they suddenly called back now? The two of them left the room and saw Ji Linhai and his wife, as well as Ji Qingshan and the other two.

"Uncle Qingshan."

"Uncle Qingshan."

Ji Qingshan nodded at the two of them.

"That's it for now, I'm leaving now."

Without waiting for anyone to answer, he strode out.

"father?"

"oh."

Ji Linhai was a little confused, and after a pause he said, "We are going back to Tongcheng."

Mo Sanniang shook her head at the two men and told them to stop talking.

After arranging for the mother and her two daughters to pack their things, Ji Linhai went out alone.

This time I have no choice.

Do you dare not heed the call of the patriarch?

Can you bear the anger of the Jindan monk? Soon everyone in the village knew that they would return to Tongcheng tomorrow.

Most people were happy. After all, the Ji family of Tongcheng seemed a little out of their reach in their minds.

It was very lively for a while.

Those in the Qi Refining Stage cannot fly with swords, and the winding path out of the mountain is not suitable for carriages.

It would take several days to reach Tongcheng on foot with the child.

The busy day passed quickly.

The next morning.

Everyone in the village stood at the entrance of the village, and they were really reluctant to leave.

"Let's go." The village chief was the first to turn around and leave.

A group of people embarked on a journey.

The foundation-building monks with flying magic tools took turns to go forward to explore the way.

Yes, there are two foundation-building monks in their village who do not have flying instruments.

One is Susu’s father, and the other is her father, both are newly promoted cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Stage.

It turned out that her father always used Ji Qingshan and his friends' flying swords when he went out.

The reason why she and Susu became good friends was probably because they shared the same poor fate.

The adults deliberately put the children in the middle of the line.

Ji Qingling was walking with Ji Qingyuan. She had noticed that Ji Qingyuan was acting strange since morning.

Didn't he go to find Ji Ping'an's friends? Was he reluctant to leave?

Or do you just simply not want to go to Tongcheng like her?

"Ji Qingyuan, what's wrong with you? I noticed something strange about you this morning."

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"What's the matter? Can't bear to let go?"

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"say."

Ji Qingyuan turned his head and looked around: "I think I'm about to make a breakthrough."

"Oh, I thought it was something else!"

"The environment is not suitable now. Let's wait until we get to Tongcheng." Ji Qingyuan didn't want to distract his parents because of him at this time.

"Will it take a long time to break through?"

"A few hours."

Ji Qingling felt that once they arrived in Tongcheng, they might register the villagers because they didn't know the villagers well.

Maybe the treatment for Qi Refining Level 2 and Qi Refining Level 3 will be different by then? She ran to find Mo Sanniang and told her the story.

Mo Sanniang also felt that what Ji Qingling said made sense.

"Okay, Mom got it. You go first and don't run around."

"I know~"

This time, in order to hurry on our way, it wasn't as fun as before when we went to the mountains to collect herbs and hunt animals.

Ji Qingyuan was worried, and Susu was really a seven-year-old child, so the journey was really boring.

"Girl Ling." Ji Qingling heard someone calling her.

When he turned around, he saw Ji Qifang standing next to him, the only female cultivator in the village who had reached the foundation-building stage.

She is a loner and is rarely seen except when she is on missions.

"Aunt Fang."

"You have three spiritual roots? Do you know which one of your spiritual roots is the best?"

"Dad said that I should have the best gold spiritual root, and I learn gold-related spells the fastest and best."

"Then cast the golden armor technique for me to see."

"Ah? Oh." Although she was puzzled, she also knew that Aunt Fang was definitely not the kind of person who would tease children out of boredom.

He silently recited the incantation in his mind, and a thin layer of metal covered Ji Qingling's entire arm.

Aunt Fang's fingertips conjured up a small knife tip and lightly scratched Ji Qingling's arm.

The metal was cut, but her arm was not injured.

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"Stop inputting spiritual energy now."

Soon the metal disappeared from her arm.

"I also major in the gold spiritual root. Your gold armor technique can only be maintained for a short time, and its defensive effect is very poor."

Is he going to teach her? Ji Qingling was a little excited. No one in her family was cultivating the Golden Spiritual Root, so she usually just taught her her own cultivation experience.

But it is still not as good against gold spells.

This was a rare opportunity, so Ji Qingling hurriedly told them all the problems he encountered in his daily practice.

As expected, not all methods are the same between different spiritual roots.

Aunt Fang answered her question and held out her palm.

A rabbit the size of a baby's fist stood in her palm.

Then Ji Qingling witnessed how powerfully a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage could control his spiritual energy.

That rabbit soon became a puppy, a pig, a fox, and so on.

Each one is very detailed and lifelike.

“This is a method a friend taught me when I was out gaining experience.

It is very important for a monk to control his spiritual power accurately, so he should practice more on weekdays."

He turned the fox in his hand into a hairpin and inserted it into Ji Qingling's head, then clapped his hands and left.

Aunt Fang is such a good person. I will definitely share some of the delicious and fun things with her in the future.

The road ahead was not so boring. Ji Qingling began to try to create small objects of various shapes in his hands.

Finally, when most of her spiritual power was used up, she conjured up a small pig and showed the thing in her hand to Ji Qingyuan.

"What?"

"What do you think it looks like?"

Ji Qingyuan looked confused, "Yamanashi?"

Ji Qingling was a little frustrated, "Uh~ Can't you tell it's a scented pig at all?"

Ji Qingyuan picked up the thing and handed it to her, "Are you sure this is a pig?"

"Hehehe~ It doesn't look like it."

Place the piglet in the palm of your hand and watch it dissipate little by little.

Alas, the time is really short.

The hairpin stayed on Aunt Fang's head for more than an hour before it disappeared.

Ji Qingshan came over on a flying sword.

"We have cleared a piece of flat land in front as our camp for tonight's rest."

Several children cheered. Although they were all monks, they felt exhausted after walking all day.

Ji Qingshan's words made everyone feel that hope lies ahead.

All of a sudden he gathered his strength and sped up.

Ji Qifang also flew over on her sword at this time. She found Ji Qingling's envious look funny.

She seemed to be like this when she was a child. When she was in the Qi Refining Stage, she would drool when she saw others flying swords.

"Come up, I'll take you flying." She lowered her altitude and stretched out her hand to Ji Qingling.

"Really?" Although he asked, his hands were holding Ji Qifang's hands honestly.

Putting her behind him, Ji Qifang turned around and looked at her, "Hold tight."

“Yeah.”

The flying sword gradually rose higher and flew towards the sky.

In order to accommodate her, the flying sword was moving very slowly, and the wind blew gently on Ji Qingling's face.

Looking at the flying sword under her feet, the wide sword body was wide enough for her to stand on.

Look down at the lush, towering trees below.

Occasionally one or two small rivers run through it.

This feeling can be described in one word: 'refreshing'.

“It feels so good!!!”

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