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"Changsheng, I got so much spiritual water this time. You can cultivate with peace of mind and leave the family affairs to me." Wang Changsheng agreed and returned to his residence.

Wang Qingqing was sitting in the stone pavilion carving puppets, while Wang Mingren watched.

After a while, she put down the spirit knife, holding a lifelike puppet in her hand.

"Forty-two uncle, look, the first step in making a puppet beast has been completed."

Wang Qingqing's crystal eyes were full of pride.

"Qingqing, you are amazing. I have carved many times without success."

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.

"Qingqing is right, Uncle Forty-two, God rewards hard work, as long as you work hard, you can definitely do it."

Wang Changsheng came over and said with a smile.

The Wang family does not have the cultivation method of gold and fire double spiritual roots. Wang Mingren is currently practicing "Yuanyuan Jue". This method can be cultivated by any spiritual root. The cultivation speed is average, and it can only be cultivated to the ninth level of Qi refining.

Without a matching exercise, the Wang family can only let Wang Mingren practice the "Yuanyuan 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.

"Father, I'm going to make puppet beasts, but I still don't understand a lot. Please tell me quickly."

Wang Changsheng smiled slightly and explained the process of refining puppet beasts to Wang Qingqing carefully. When he encountered something he didn't understand, Wang Qingqing boldly asked questions, Wang Changsheng answered them one by one, and Wang Mingren listened.

"I seem to know how to make a puppet beast. I went back to the house and tried to make a puppet beast."

Wang Qingqing was eager to try, and hurried towards the boudoir.

"Uncle Forty-two, I'm going to retreat for a period of time. During this time, if you have any problems, you can go to my father, and he will help you solve it."

Wang Mingren nodded obediently: "Okay, I remember, Changsheng, you are busy!"

He picked up an artifact refining book and looked through it carefully, with a serious look on his tender face.

Wang Changsheng nodded secretly and walked into the house.

Closing the door of the secret room, he took out the refining materials and the map of the refining tool, and prepared to refine a natal magic weapon for Wang Ruyan.

To be honest, he didn't have a clue in his heart. He had never made guqin-like instruments before, and most of the ones he made were the inner armor of swords and flags.

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 spewed out a blue innate fire, wrapping the purple zinc wood...

Time goes by, three years passed quickly.

At noon, the sun is shining brightly.

In a vast golden rice field, five people including Wang Mingsen stood in front of the spiritual field.

Wang Qingzhi took out two cyan sickles and quickly sank into the paddy field, one after another fell down.

After cutting down all the spiritual valleys, the others sacrificed two storage bags each to put away the spiritual valleys.

Wang Mingsen took out a red flag, flicked it gently, and a large red flame emerged out of nowhere, quickly igniting the hay in the spiritual field.

The fire spread quickly, and a huge white cloud appeared over the Lingtian at an unknown time. After a tumbling and surging, pea-sized raindrops poured down, and soon the flames dissipated, and the Lingtian It was black and steaming.

Wang Qingzhi squatted down, took out a palm-sized yellow gourd, opened the lid of the gourd, and five yellow earthworms several meters long came out one after another and quickly burrowed into the ground.

I saw that the Lingtian was uneven, as if it had been reclaimed by someone.

After half an hour, five yellow earthworms plowed through the spiritual field and ate the excess hay.

"It's still convenient now! Spirit worms are used for ploughing. It's not like before, every time you finish cutting the valley, you have to lie on the bed for two days."

Wang Mingsen sighed with a look of reminiscence on his face.

"Before? Uncle Twenty-two, didn't we use spirit worms to plow the land? Isn't it easy to harvest spirit valley? What's so tiring?"

Wang Qingzhi was very puzzled and asked curiously.

"How could the conditions in the past be so good, the spirit stones were not enough for one's own use. Where can there be spirit stones to buy spirit worms to feed, at that time the harvesting of spirit grains was done manually. Even if a grain of rice fell on the ground, it had to be picked up. Now It's different, don't mention a grain, even if a pound of spiritual rice is thrown on the ground, none of you are willing to pick it up. You can see it when you go to the dining hall. Those young clansmen waste a lot, and there is still more than half of the spiritual porridge. I don’t eat the bowl, and at that time, we couldn’t bear to waste a grain of rice.”

Wang Mingsen said slowly, in his words, he was very dissatisfied with the behavior of the younger generation wasting food.

Wang Qingzhi's eyes flashed with surprise, and he asked, "Isn't it! Uncle Twenty-two, did the family have such a hard time before?"

Wang Mingsen hesitated for a while, and told the matter about the mysterious gold ore vein. It has been a long time, and there is no secret at all.

"A great-grandfather died at the hands of the opponent, how can you bear it! You should kill it back and smash the enemy's bones into ashes."

A clan is very confused.

Wang Mingsen snorted coldly and scolded unceremoniously: "If you don't have enough strength, you can only endure it. If you win, it's fine. If you lose, you will destroy the clan. You now have several spiritual tools on your body. Even if there is a spiritual tool, it is not bad, but it is still used by the elders. One against three, how to fight? I will now let you fight three evil cultivators to the death, one fight three, do you fight?"

"This...if we can't beat it, we can move rescue troops! Join the alliance."

Wang Mingsen sneered and said earnestly: "Move to rescue soldiers? Who will help you if there is no benefit? There are only interests between the family and the family. Your friend is besieged by three evil cultivators, you will rush to help him regardless of your life? If you take him, the reward he gives is not what you want, will you help him next time? You guys! You are young and energetic, you have to think twice about doing things, don’t be too hot, do stupid things, you are the one who suffers, you must know that Advance and retreat, take a step back, open the sea and the sky, endure the calm for a while, and endure it if you are not strong enough, just like now, if I hadn’t been your uncle, you would have spoken back, and if you had built a foundation, I would not dare to say that to you.”

"Yes, grandson remembers Uncle's teachings."

Wang Qingzhi and the others agreed in succession, but they didn't know what they were thinking.

"Okay~www.novelmt.com~ That's all in the past, I tell you, you don't understand, you work hard, just cherish the present life, it's all the blood and sweat of the ancestors in exchange for it. , I hope that the family will get better and better, and you don't have to go back to the hard days before, go back! Come back in two days."

"Yes, Uncle Twenty-two."

Wang Qingzhi and others agreed and turned to leave.

Back at the residence, Wang Qingzhi saw Wang Ruyan drinking tea and chatting with Liu Qinger in the stone pavilion.

"Grandma, mother, isn't father out yet?"

Wang Qingzhi asked casually.

"Not yet, Qingzhi, you are going to work in Lingtian again! Seeing that you are sweating profusely, come and eat something and drink a cup of hot tea to relieve fatigue."

Liu Qing'er said with concern, her eyes were full of doting.

Wang Qingzhi responded and walked towards the stone pavilion.

"Grandma, where's my sister! Why didn't I see her? Isn't this her favorite peach cake?"

A smile appeared on Wang Ruyan's face, and she said, "Your sister went to your fifth aunt. She has a relatively high success rate in refining first-order low-grade puppet beasts. You don't have to wait for her for dinner."

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