Changsheng: I, Cao, can see the prompt

Chapter 185
On the fifth floor of the Sutra Pavilion, Cao Wei walked among the bookshelves, and when he saw a classic he liked, he used his identity jade card to seal the contents of it through the forbidden aura.

As a true disciple of the Foundation Establishment period, he has been able to read all the classics of the Zongmen below Yuanying, whether it is breathing, body training, god training, or practicing all kinds of arts, or all kinds of experience written by predecessors, without having to read as much as before. Generally, after the selection, you have to go through the steward in the Sutra Pavilion to obtain the jade slips with seal seals.

After all, as a true disciple, the exercises he practiced are extremely confidential. Except for Zongmen Yuanying and Jindan monks, the fewer people who know about it, the better.

It's just that after Cao Wei sealed a copy of the alchemy master's 3000-year-old alchemy master's detailed explanation of the alchemy formula for refining "Extreme God Pill", suddenly a palm on the opposite side of the bookshelf passed through the restriction and stretched out. Come over and hand over a jade slip.

The aura between the bookshelves blocked his sight and consciousness, so he didn't see what the other person looked like!
But soon a calm voice sounded in Cao Wei's ear: "Boy, I see that you have picked so many classics from the second floor to the fifth floor, why didn't you choose a flying sword method?"

Hearing this, he took the jade slip from the opponent's hand, and then walked around the bookshelf.

There was a figure standing upright in white clothes like snow, with a long sword on his waist and a black auspicious cloud pattern on the scabbard. This person's figure was like a sculpture that had stood there since ancient times.

"Greetings to Uncle Master." Cao Wei stepped forward, and bowed his hands at a distance of about half a foot.

As soon as the words fell, the white-clothed swordsman turned around slowly, and saw that this man had red face and white hair, and the bun on the top of his head was tied with a silver crown and jade hairpin, combed meticulously, not even half of his hair was scattered.

However, when the golden core old man took a light step forward with his hands behind his back, a wind suddenly blew up around him, blowing the drooping hair left by his temples.

"My lord sees that you practice dharma but don't practice art. How will you protect the way in the future, so I give you a copy of "Earth Branch Sword". I hope you can study it more in the future!" The old man of Jindan said with a stern look.

Then I saw this person appearing beside Cao Wei as if teleported, with his right hand firmly pressed on his shoulder.

It's just that before Cao Wei could say a word, the person suddenly swayed again. Before the phantom disappeared, the next moment his real body appeared at the end of the bookshelf several feet away, turned around and disappeared.

"Glory and glory of grass and trees return to all phenomena, and life is in the wheel. The changes in the sky, the innate numbers, it is not easy to master the mystery with wood! Boy... oh..."

Before the man could finish speaking through the sound transmission of his spiritual thoughts, there was a scream.

And on the sixth floor of the Sutra Pavilion, the two old men in Tsing Yi and Mai Yi were sitting opposite each other in the middle of the huge room.

click.

The old man in Tsing Yi dropped a sunspot on the chessboard, and then sneered: "Wanxiang is a bad habit that I still can't change. I always like to pretend to be a high-ranking hermit in front of the juniors. I met you today."

"Let him finish his sentence, or he won't quit!" The old man in sackcloth chuckled, and dropped a white piece between his fingers.

And on the turntable of the stairs on the second and third floors of the Sutra Pavilion, the white-clothed old man had bumped into a spiritual light barrier that was like a copper wall and iron wall, and the whole person seemed to be hanging on it.

Several Foundation Establishment cultivators who were going up the stairs together looked up at the human silhouette embedded in the restriction.

One of the old men pulled a few people around him, gestured with his eyes, then turned around and walked back to the second floor quickly without looking back.

The young Foundation Establishment cultivator who was traveling with him still had some doubts on his face.

The next moment, the old man in sackcloth on the sixth floor tapped a token next to the chessboard, and the restriction in the Sutra Pavilion dissipated without a trace.

And as the aura's restraint dissipated, the white-clothed swordsman stepped into the air, rolled down the stairs, and rolled all the way to these people.

I saw this person climbed up in embarrassment, glared at the upstairs, and was about to turn around to seek revenge.

However, the restriction leading to the third floor was fully activated again, and the aura of the restriction on the transformed layer shone brightly.

Seeing this situation, the swordsman in white straightened his clothes, pointed to the upstairs and shouted: "I am guarding you two guys outside the Sutra Pavilion, if I have the ability, I will not come out for the rest of my life!"

Then he glanced at the Foundation Establishment cultivators with different expressions, and said coldly, "What did you see just now?"

Hearing this, a quick-thinking foundation-building cultivator closed his eyes, put his hands on the body of his fellow travelers, and asked anxiously, "Is there something wrong with my eyes? The Sutra Pavilion is so dark that the dark lights can't even see the way."

"The same is true for junior brother. It seems that we must report to the steward who is on duty today. Don't save these few spirit stones and add more glazed lamps." One person suddenly said.

The remaining three people nodded their approval one after another, then pretended to be nothing, turned around and walked downstairs.

"If I hear a little bit of news about today's incident, then I will take care of you guys in the future, do you understand?" The white-clothed swordsman sneered a few times.

Several people paused, nodded several times quickly, and then ran away in a hurry.

"Wanxiang, why do you embarrass the juniors?" The old man in sackcloth upstairs said with a voice through his spiritual thoughts, laughing.

"If you are capable, you two will hide upstairs for the rest of your life." The swordsman in white responded, and then walked downstairs with a flick of his sleeves.

On the sixth floor, the old man in Tsing Yi said with a smile: "You and I want to make a bet to see how long Wanxiang can stay outside the building?"

"With his temperament, there should always be ten days." The old man in sackcloth said with great confidence.

"I don't think it will take half a day. I will only leave that psychic sword puppet that can be faked as real, which makes me and the other two suspicious." Several sunspots were removed from the chessboard.

What they were talking about in their jokes was Wanxiang, the old man in green robe who went out with them before, but changed into white clothes today.

And after the Wanxiang real person left, the old man who turned around and escaped earlier poked his head out from the most remote corner on the second floor, and beckoned to the few people who were traveling with him.

"Brother, who is it?" A young foundation-building monk asked in a low voice.

However, the old man shook his head and hurriedly said: "You can't say it, the old man doesn't know anything, and I didn't come to the Buddhist scriptures pavilion with you today."

As soon as the words fell, he paused, and then said bitterly to the man: "I was killed by you kid."

As he said that, the man walked downstairs with a lonely expression.

After hearing a few taps, Cao Wei also walked down the stairs slowly.

The two left the Sutra Pavilion one after the other.

I saw this Wanxiang real person with his eyes closed, sitting cross-legged on a boulder at the entrance of the Tibetan scripture pavilion, it seemed that he really planned to stay here.

"Thank you uncle." When Cao Wei walked past the boulder, he stopped and said to this person.

But the man said nothing.

Seeing this, Cao Wei didn't bother anymore, and nodded to the old man guarding under the boulder, and then his whole body flashed with sword light, and he galloped towards Yuying Mountain.

By the time Yuying Mountain was hundreds of miles away, it was already dark.

He randomly chose a spiritual mountain where the outer disciples were located, sat cross-legged in a low forest, and began to try to practice the newly acquired "Jumang Wood Nerve".

The night passed quietly, and in a blink of an eye, the sky was blue and blue.

After Cao Wei practiced the two methods of refining the gods, "Collecting Herbs and Returning to the Pot" and "Xiaguang Ningcui", he left and flew to the gate of Yuying Mountain.

As soon as it landed, several men in black robes appeared from among the huge earth, rocks and trees.

"The important place of the sect, stop those who come. Kill those who trespass!" One of the monks wearing a ghost mask said in a dull tone.

From this person's words, there was no slightest emotional ups and downs.If it weren't for these people, Cao Wei could still detect some extremely obscure vitality, and he felt that the people in front of him were puppets.

"Cao Wei of Baizhu Peak, here to pick up his daughter Cao Meng." Cao Wei flipped his hand over and took out his identity badge, and said slowly to these sect dead men.

A dead man stepped forward and took the jade card from Cao Wei's hand. After confirming his mana fluctuations and spirit breath, he handed the jade card back, and said hoarsely, "Wait, don't act rashly!"

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist." Cao Wei said slowly.

But the other party didn't answer, turned around and walked into the white mist created by the Yuyingshan Mountain Protection Formation, and disappeared.

But the other dead men were still staring at the person who came, the eyes and eyelids under the mask of the evil ghost did not blink halfway from the beginning to the end.

In addition, there are dozens of air mechanisms locked in the dark, and they haven't let up for a moment.

After less than half an hour, an extremely tyrannical golden core consciousness swept over, circled around Cao Wei's body for a few times, and then slowly disappeared.

At this time, a little girl like a jade carving rushed out of the clouds with a bunch of candied haws in her mouth, tapped her toes on the grass a few times, turned over nimbly, and landed firmly beside Cao Wei.

Now Cao Meng is almost nine years old.

The disciples cultivated by the Qingxia Sect began to nourish their physical bodies with many elixir medicine baths at the age of eight, and this process would last for several years.

After reaching the age of 12, the elders in the sect will teach the disciples to practice.

"Father, have you come out of retreat?" Cao Meng asked with a smile, but his front teeth were missing, and there was some leakage between his words.

Seeing this, Cao Wei chuckled lightly, and said, "I'm starting to change my teeth, and I still eat sweets, aren't you afraid that I'll grow up ugly?"

"It doesn't matter, you can be nourished with mana after you practice." Cao Meng said indifferently.

As soon as the words fell, she bit off another candied haws and chewed it in her mouth.

"Let's go, let's go home." Cao Wei took his daughter's hand, then activated his mana, lifted the two with his sword light, and flew slowly towards Baizhu Peak.

Among the many sons and daughters, Cao Meng is naturally beloved because of his innate dual spiritual roots.

Otherwise, Cao Wei would not have fled thousands of miles away on purpose, and came here to meet each other on purpose, and cultivate the relationship between father and daughter since childhood!
After all, a child grows up in no time, if you don't take advantage of it when you are still young, when you grow up, it will be difficult for this relationship to become close again.

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I don't know how old the mountain is, but twelve years have passed.

The autumn of Xiaguang 250.

At the top of Baizhu Peak, there was the sound of a zither, and there was still a faint voice of laughter in the wind, like a beautiful woman's clear bell.

On the stone steps at the foot of the mountain, there was a couple of teenagers and girls walking together.

The girl couldn't help sighing when she heard the sound coming from the top of the mountain.

"Sister, why should you sigh, don't you and I know about father?" Cao Jun laughed.

"Over the years, my father has added eighteen brothers and sisters to us in addition to his practice. He is in his fifties, and he is not old at heart." Cao Meng sighed.

"What are you two muttering about?" Cao Wei said via voice transmission.

"Your beauty is in your arms, and you can still be distracted by external things. You really have clear eyes and ears!" Cao Meng responded teasingly.

As she spoke, she stood up carrying Cao Jun's imperial weapon.

In just a few moments, the two of them had already flown to the sky above the mountain top, which was more than [-] zhang high, looking down.

I saw a stone pavilion built on a huge rock, surrounded by pines, cypresses and green bamboos.

On the seat in the pavilion, Cao Wei was lying on Lin Yan'er's lap with his eyes closed, listening to Chen Lian'er playing the qin, while opening his mouth to eat the grapes that Lin Yinger had peeled.

After the two brothers and sisters Cao Jun and Cao Meng entered the pavilion, they each bowed to several people and said:
"Greetings to father, mother, second mother, third mother."

"Greetings to father, mother, aunt, and second mother."

Cao Wei nodded and said casually, "You two can go wherever you want, don't bother us."

"Father, don't you see how I am different now?" Cao Meng pulled Cao Wei up.

"Why is your child so young?" Lin Yan'er patted her daughter's hand lightly.

Cao Wei sat up, stretched his waist, and said helplessly:
"Isn't it just building the foundation? What's the fuss about it? With your aptitude and the resources of the sect, if you can't build the foundation, then as a father, you have to doubt whether your child has ulterior motives in cultivation?"

"Father, you still don't think about making progress. In a few years, I'm afraid my daughter will surpass you in cultivation." Cao Meng said helplessly.

Hearing this, Cao Wei chuckled lightly, exuding a breath of magic power, and then asked: "Then how long will it take you to catch up, let's wait and see for my father!"

"Father, are you in the late stage of Foundation Establishment?" Cao Meng asked in surprise.

"Just when you broke through, being a father just came out of retreat. Daughter, you still need to work hard." Cao Wei said, wrapping his arms around Lin Yinger and Lin Yaner, two beautiful women.

Then he smiled at Chen Lian'er who had got up: "The four of us changed places, these two children really have no eyesight."

Seeing that the four of them had just walked out of the pavilion, Cao Jun couldn't help shouting anxiously: "Father!"

Hearing this, Cao Wei turned his head and asked, "What's the matter?"

"I plan to go to the secular world, and I hope my father will agree!" Cao Jun stepped forward and said.

"Since you are already crowned, you can be regarded as an adult, then go, Qinglong will be handed over to you." Cao Wei casually threw a token over, and then left with the three concubines.

(End of this chapter)