Chang Sheng actually guessed Bai He’s identity a long time ago.

He didn't show off with Lao Bai, because he thought it was useless to say it.

One is a fake uncle who is worried all day long, and the other is a stupid Baihe who knows how to speak, and no one can save anyone.

When drinking spiritual tea, Changsheng felt much more happy.

It is fake to say that the ancestor who pretends to be tall and arrogant is not tired.

Especially this mentality makes Chang Sheng more and more depressed.

Now that I have expressed my identity, I feel much more relaxed, even though the object of the conversation is just a white crane.

The tea is getting colder.

Each man and a crane were speechless, thinking about their own thoughts.

Crunch, crunch.

Some noise came from outside the stone gate, as if something was scratching the door.

After opening the door, the gray cat jumped in and jumped onto the stone bed and formed a ball.

Changsheng didn't have the heart to practice today, so he planned to heat herbal tea after putting the gray cat in.

In the deep winter, cold water enters the stomach and is not very comfortable after all.

With a snap.

The tea cup fell to the ground and fell to pieces.

The cup is from the white crane.

"You've been looking for Lao Bai to stew again."

He opened the door and kicked Baihe out with one kick.

Seeing Lao Bai flying back to the yard with a wings spread out his wings, Changsheng felt thoughtful.

The cup was broken on purpose.

Lao Bai is reminding himself...

What is he reminding...

Chang Sheng pondered for a long time, closed the stone door, and when he turned around, he saw the gray cat on the stone bed.

Lighting the oil lamp, Changsheng looked through one of the three books about realms, especially the practice methods and experiences in the later stages of foundation building.

There were only pages of the book flipping in the quiet stone house. With the sound of flipping, the gray cat's ears were also trembling slightly.

After a long time, I closed the book and took out the spirit stone elixir.

Before practicing, a doubt always emerged in Changsheng's mind.

"Where did the Supreme Elder of Qianyun Sect go?"

After looking at the seventh Qianyun Ling in his hand, Changsheng felt confused.

Regarding the whereabouts of the Supreme Elder Zhong Wuyin, it seems that there is a cloud of fog that makes people unable to see clearly.

Qianyun Ling was shining with a faint light of inspiration, pointing to the direction of the Burial Flower Valley.

Although he couldn't understand the whereabouts of the Supreme Elder, Chang Sheng always felt that the whereabouts of his seventh senior brother were very strange.

It was as if the Supreme Elder had never left and had been wandering around him.

...

Day after day, year after year.

It's another year in a blink of an eye.

The uncle of Qianyun Sect has been in seclusion for two and a half years.

After the middle stage of foundation building, it finally reached the moment of impacting the late stage.

“It’s time.”

The closed eyes slowly opened, feeling that the bottleneck of the realm was about to be shaken. Changsheng knew that he should be ready to break through the last realm of the Foundation Establishment Realm.

The method of scattering my heart, I moved my hands and feet and pushed the door out.

In more than two years, from the early stage of foundation building to the late stage of foundation building, this speed is almost the same as the real killing of the genius, which is enviable.

If it were someone else, I'm afraid that I would still be struggling to practice hard in the early stage of foundation building.

However, no one knew that the reason why he could practice so quickly was because of the spiritual energy of the entire spiritual vein, the spiritual elixir spirit stones and the golden elixir body that had already opened its veins.

If you have nothing, you will not be able to practice to this level even if you live for a long time.

Not only Changsheng has improved his realm, but his little disciple has also become a late-stage Qi Refining cultivation. Although Xiao Mian Hua practiced very slowly, she was already extraordinary at her young age.

Not many children under ten years old can have the late stage of Qi Refining cultivation.

I was planning to move and be ready to hit the realm. Chang Sheng walked into the yard with his hands behind his back and happened to see a wooden rack with mulberry leaves piled up on it, and there were bamboo baskets on it, and two silkworms were constantly gnawing on the leaves in the basket.

While stopping to look at the silkworms, I could hear Xiao Mianhua and Qiao San Ge talking in the hall.

"Elder Qiao, do you think that only foundation-building cultivation can produce intermediate-level magic, and disciples in the Qi Refining Stage can only use low-level magic?"

Xiaomianhua's innocent voice came from the hall, and it seemed that she was asking Brother Qiao San to teach her theories about magic.

"Following the talent, if you have high talent, you can barely activate intermediate spells in the late stage of Qi Refining. For example, this elder once casts advanced spells at the peak of foundation building."

Brother Qiao San's voice was very proud.

"Elder Qiao is so powerful! Then can you cast peak spells above the high level?"

"No! The peak spell is a magic that only the Nascent Soul Strongman can cast. It has the power of collapse and cracking the river as soon as it takes action. It is extraordinary, I don't know."

"Didn't you say that you used high-level magic of the Golden Elixir level when building the foundation?"

"It was the peak of foundation building at that time, and I was about to form a pill. I was only in the early stage of the Golden Pill. If I wanted to use the peak spell, I would be able to use the peak spell like your master and my uncle. The Longyan Sect's fan sword should be able to barely use it."

"It's so difficult. Is there any unlimited level spells that everyone can use?"

"There is, there is, like spiritual perception is a kind of."

"Is there anything else?"

"I think about it, besides spiritual perception, it seems that there is only the method of taking over the body."

"It's the evil method that takes the human body!"

"It's not evil. After all, the strong people in the cultivation world are respected. Even their own physical body cannot be preserved. They are just cowards."

"If someone practices the method of taking over the body, will he never die? As long as his body grows old or is damaged, he can change his body?"

"Otherwise, there is a certain chance of taking over the body. The chance of success for the first time is very high, but the second time is difficult, and there is a great chance of failure. As for the third and fourth time, you can't even think about it, and you can't succeed at all."

"That's what you say, you can take over the body once."

"It's almost the same. No matter how high your cultivation is, it's difficult to take over the body more than twice. This is the rule. The rules of the way of heaven. If you want to go against the will of heaven, you will not be able to fight against the way of heaven."

"It seems that people who can fight against the laws of heaven don't have to take over the body."

"That's natural. The way of heaven is mysterious. Not to mention confronting the way of heaven, those who can see a trace of the way of heaven are considered top-notch strong people. Sooner or later, this elder will also stand on the top of the way... Uncle Yo!"

Seeing Chang Sheng pushing the door in, Brother Qiao got up and greeted him.

"How much silk has been collected?" Chang Sheng asked.

"It's dozens of kilograms, and the two ancestors can eat and vomit... No, the two silkworms eat very well, so they naturally spit more silk. The silk is here, and the uncle has seen it."

As he said that, Brother Qiao San took out a storage bag, which was filled with silk.

Silk is very light, dozens of kilograms of silk piled up in storage bags, very fluffy.

Take out some of the silk and put it on your hands to look at it. Changsheng found that there were intermittent red marks in the silk, as if stained with blood.

"The blood of silkworms is not pure, and the silk they spit is not pure. If these silks are completely red, then they are the real fire silk, which is priceless."

Brother Qiao San explained hard, for fear that the uncle of the junior teacher would give him the two silkworms to raise.

He really couldn't afford to support it, and he had to spend all his savings in the past two years.

“It’s well maintained.”

Chang Sheng nodded, put the silk into Qianyun Order, and with his spiritual power, he used up ten thousand spirit stones to put them in the storage bag, and threw them to Brother Qiao San.

After taking the storage bag, he saw that there were tens of thousands of spirit stones inside. Brother Qiao San's eyes were about to burst into laughter. He thought that the uncle was the uncle, and he was so generous to take action.

"Only eat Tianmang leaves?"

Just as he was happy, Brother Qiao San heard the uncle's inquiry before he could thank him, and hurriedly replied: "That's right, these two silkworms can only feed them by eating Tianmeng leaves, which is easy to raise..."

"Take the spirit stones and buy more mulberry leaves and raise them well."

When he heard that he was still raising himself, Brother Qiao's smile froze and nodded with a frown.
Chapter completed!