Please show your spirit to our ancestors

Chapter 168: Qian Zi's first gambling draw

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"Uh……"

Chen Jingyun and his wife looked at each other in shock for a long while.

Although this shabby book could fly and run, they were still surprised when it suddenly started talking.

After all, even my great-grandfather hadn't learned to speak yet, and could only express his ideas through humming and sword dancing. For slightly more difficult conversations, he could only communicate through writing.

Of course, it is said that my great-grandfather also has the ability to transmit dreams, but that consumes a purple mark, so it is rarely used.

However, there are also significant differences between the way this old book speaks and the human voice.

The book itself does not have any organs. It actually simulates the human voice through the turning of pages and the rustling of paper. It sounds like an old man speaking, but if you listen carefully, there are still big differences.

The couple exchanged glances, and then Wang Qianqian asked, "You say you are not a demon, but what proof do you have? I advise you to tell us your origins honestly, and don't try to deceive us. Otherwise, my Three Yang True Fire will not be tolerated."

As he spoke, a ball of blazing flame appeared in Wang Qianqian's hand, the flames flickering as if ready to pounce on the old book at any time.

“Hualala~!!”

The pages of the book turned quickly, and the old and deep voice was obviously a little anxious: "My name is Mo Ye. I only vaguely remember that I was a weapon refiner. I don't know how I died. When I woke up in a daze, I found that I had merged with this book."

"For a long time after waking up, my consciousness was muddled and confused. I couldn't remember many things from my previous life, but I remembered some knowledge about refining equipment very clearly."

Soul hosting?

Wang Qianqian frowned slightly.

I thought the book had come to life, but it turned out to be a ghost.

As far as she knew.

Generally, after the death of a cultivator below the Jindan stage, even if a residual soul is lucky enough to survive, the self-awareness that can be retained is pitifully small. In many cases, they can only act on instinct. Without special means or being sacrificed, it is difficult for them to survive in this world for a long time.

When a cultivator reaches the Jindan stage, his spirit and soul will become much stronger, and the residual soul after death will retain some memories and instincts.

Only those big guys in the Nascent Soul stage can have their souls integrated into their Nascent Souls, and can even actively let their Nascent Souls leave their bodies, carrying their souls and consciousness away from their bodies, and traveling in the sky.

Even if the physical body perishes, once the Nascent Soul escapes, there is still a great possibility that it can be reborn in another body, and the memory, consciousness, and self-personality can be almost completely retained.

Of course, whether the Yuanying old monster can restore his body to its peak after taking over another's body is another matter.

Judging from Mo Ye's self-description, he is most likely not an old monster in the Nascent Soul stage, nor is he a cultivator below the Golden Core stage. In this case, the level of his cultivation during his lifetime is obvious - a Golden Core cultivator.

A Jindan-stage weapon refiner?

Wang Qianqian felt a little hot in her heart.

In recent years, she has made slow progress in refining equipment, especially in the puppetry branch. She can only rely on continuous research, self-accumulation, and the inspiration triggered by her great-grandfather's golden mark to barely push forward the progress of the Foundation Establishment Jade Slave project.

In fact, Wang Qianqian herself knew that her foundation in puppetry was still too weak. After all, the inherited knowledge she brought from her family was relatively limited, and she had to rely on herself to study it all.

It’s not that she didn’t think about going to Yunyang Sect to learn and communicate with Master Xuanyang, but Master Xuanyang is the sect’s leader after all, and he is not allowed and has no obligation to teach you too much knowledge.

it's good now.

This fellow who calls himself the Book Immortal and Mo Ye can actually take on this function.

However, Wang Qianqian thought so in her heart, but she didn't show it on her face. She still didn't let go of the Three Yang True Fire in her hand, and her expression was full of vigilance: "Why are you pretending to be an ordinary book? Do you have any ulterior motives?"

This statement came out.

The fairy in the book suddenly fell silent, and even the flipping of the pages stopped.

Seeing that the Three Yang True Fire was about to lick the pages of the book, he slowly said, "I lived alone in a dark ruin for a long time until I was taken out by a monk who accidentally entered the ruins, and then I saw the light of day again."

"At that time, I was eager to communicate with others, and I also felt the monk's thirst for knowledge, so I accepted him as my apprentice and taught him all kinds of equipment refining knowledge with great enthusiasm. During that time, I really felt very happy, as if I had found the meaning of living as a book."

"Unfortunately, as my apprentice's weapon-refining skills became higher and higher, he gradually went astray without my noticing."

"I don't know where he got the method of human sacrifice from. Knowing that I have always been against it, he began to try it secretly without telling me. After tasting the sweetness, he became more and more unscrupulous."

"Later, he got inspiration from me and started to study the combination of human soul and weapon refining, trying to mass-produce spiritual swords with weapon spirits."

"After I tried my best to stop him, he even wanted to sacrifice me and create a puppet for my remaining soul to combine with. I saw that the situation was not good, so I found an opportunity to escape. However, because my soul power was not enough, I fell into silence not long after."

Speaking of it.

The movements of the immortal turning pages in the book seemed to be a little quieter and more silent: "I don't know how long it took, but as soon as I opened my eyes, I found myself pressed into a bucket. It was dark, deep, and terribly suffocating... I didn't dare to move at all!"

"Uh...hehe."

Wang Qianqian immediately understood the scene described by the immortal in the book, and she was the culprit.

"Then, you started to burn me and threw me into the brazier. I thought you were a bad person, so I didn't dare to move." The voice of the book fairy became more and more mysterious. "Until I saw the Three Yang True Fire, I felt that if I didn't run, I would be doomed. You all know what happened afterwards."

"..."

Wang Qianqian gave an awkward but polite smile and changed the subject: "Um, Senior Mo Ye, I'm sorry. By the way, what's the name of your disciple? I'll get someone to beat him up later."

When he heard about shaking someone and beating someone, the immortal in the book immediately became energetic and complained indignantly: "My evil disciple is called Qi Ban, and I don't know whether he is dead or alive now."

"Qi Ban?"

Chen Jingyun frowned slightly, feeling that the name was somewhat familiar.

After reading the name twice, his eyes suddenly lit up: "Master Qi Ban, the wanted criminal ranked fourth on the blacklist, is said to be in the late foundation building stage, and his weapon refining skills are amazing."

Chen had been specializing in targeting wanted criminals on the blacklist for a while, so he had a detailed investigation and understanding of everyone on the list.

But this person is very low-key and there has been no news about him for many years.

"Good, good, the evil disciple is still alive." The pages of the book rustled excitedly, flipping back and forth, "I must find this evil disciple and make him pay a huge price."

tsk~

This soul-hosting monster has quite a temper.

Wang Qianqian laughed secretly, then patted her chest and said, "Senior Book Fairy, if I see someone stepping on an injustice, I will definitely tie him up in front of you and let you do whatever you want with him."

Every wanted criminal on the blacklist is a villain who has committed numerous crimes. Wang Qianqian has no psychological burden in arresting Master Qiban.

"You?" The pages of the immortal book rustled, and the tone suddenly became cold. "Seeing that you are trying to curry favor with me, you also want me to teach you the knowledge of refining weapons, right? Haha, I don't think you are a good person. I must have been a righteous person when I was alive, but I don't want to cause trouble for a thousand years after my death! Just give up this idea."

"Uh……"

Wang Qianqian felt that she had miscalculated. If she had known this would happen, she should have asked Jingyun to be the bad guy and she would have come to save the fairy in the book to improve her favorability.

After a brief thought, Wang Qianqian suddenly stared at the book and asked seriously, "Does Senior Xian in the book really not teach you?"

"I won't teach you! Even if you burn me with real fire, I won't teach you." The immortal in the book's voice was a little dejected. "I have already taught a bad disciple, and I am already discouraged."

Wang Qianqian raised her eyebrows and simply changed the subject, with a hint of sarcasm in her tone: "You keep saying that you are a master of refining, and you brag so loudly, but you don't even know the basics of refining. It turns out that you are a fake master who cheats people. Forget it, it's my fault that I, Wang Qianqian, am too stupid to believe what a book says!"

As she said this, she shook her head and sighed, then turned around and strode out the door.

"Stop! Yes, I'm calling you!" The pages of the book rustled violently, and the indignant voice of the immortal in the book rang out, "How can you slander someone's innocence out of thin air?"

"Okay, then I'll test you."

Wang Qianqian stopped and turned around, folded her arms across her chest, and started talking about several basic questions about refining equipment.

Although these questions are basic, if you don’t learn them well enough, it will be difficult to answer them directly.

"Crash!"

Without any hesitation, the pages of the book turned continuously, and the fairy in the book answered Wang Qianqian's questions one by one with a little pride. At the end, he stood up and said in a smug tone: "Little girl, are you convinced?"

"It's just okay. These are just the basics that kids learn." Wang Qianqian held her head high with a proud look on her face, and continued to challenge, "Next, I'm going to increase the difficulty."

Without waiting for the fairy in the book to react, Wang Qianqian took the opportunity to bring out a difficult problem that she had accumulated over the past few days.

This was one of the bottlenecks that had been holding her back for a long time.

The immortal in the book didn't take it seriously at first, but after reading the question and thinking for a while, the pages stopped turning, and the pages stood up in a semicircle, as if he was lost in deep thought.

After a few breaths, the pages of the book began to turn in an orderly manner: "Interesting. The direction of your thinking is quite interesting."

After a while, the fairy in the book gave the answer.

After getting the answer, Wang Qianqian frowned and thought for a moment, then asked a series of questions in a continuous tone.

The immortal in the book also answered carefully while thinking, and his attitude gradually became serious.

But as he was answering, he started to get stuck and fell into a state of deep thought.

Wang Qianqian proposed several hypotheses and began a heated debate and discussion with him. Before they knew it, they were immersed in an ecstatic discussion about the book.

During this process, Wang Qianqian also greedily absorbed the knowledge and ideas of the immortals in the book. The fog that originally covered her eyes was gradually dispelled, and a smooth road gradually appeared before her.

The immortal in the book became more and more excited as the discussion went on.

It's really hard to believe this little girl, at such a young age, has such profound accumulation and foundation. She is much better than that evil disciple of Qi Ban.

Chen Jingyun, who was standing by, was naturally confused as to what he heard. He felt that the man and the book were talking about something incomprehensible.

However, there was one thing he understood clearly, that is, the immortal in the book was tricked by the lady.

It seems that it is only a matter of time before my lady captures the immortal in the book.

Then, Chen Jingyun took out an old wooden box and prepared to ask his wife to help identify it to see what the function of the treasure drawn out of the first draw with the orange mark was.

Unfortunately, as soon as he got close, he was expelled by Wang Qianqian and the fairy in the book.

Go away, go away, stay aside and don't disturb us from discussing important topics.

"boom!"

In the yard, Chen Jingyun looked at the door in front of him that was slammed shut by his wife, and his heart could not calm down for a long time.

After a while.

Chen Jingyun silently carried a bucket of water and silently put the old wooden box into the water.

After waiting for dozens of breaths, no weapon spirit came out to struggle and say lines like cold, dark, and terrifying.

He took the old wooden box out of the water, drained it, and followed Wang Qianqian's previous process to tinker with a brazier and threw the wooden box into it.

One breath, two breaths, still no response. After waiting for more than ten breaths, not only did the wooden box show no abnormality, but the flames ignited the surface, and the fire suddenly became more intense.

Chen Jingyun was startled and quickly took out the wooden box, put out the fire, and wiped it vigorously with a rag.

However, after wiping for a long time, the surface of the wooden box was still somewhat burnt.

This made Chen Jingyun feel very distressed.

Although this wooden box only cost five spirit stones, it consumed a thousand purple-orange marks. According to the rules of previous years, this wooden box must be special.

Chen Jingyun, determined in his heart, continued to make various attempts on the wooden box, including but not limited to intrusion with spiritual consciousness, dripping blood, shaking, knocking, conversation, etc., but to no avail.

Half an hour later, Chen Jingyun sat on the stone bench in the yard and fell into self-doubt.

Can't you?
Even a golden mark can produce a Book Fairy, so it doesn't make sense that the first draw of a thousand purple and orange marks won't produce anything.

At this time.

Chen Xinsong, dressed in a handsome and gentle gentleman's attire, walked into the yard.

But now he, who was usually so elegant, walked with heavy steps and his face was a little pale, as if he had encountered some trouble.

"Xinsong, you're here just in time... Eh?" Chen Jingyun looked at his nephew with a suspicious look on his face, "You look so bad, did something happen to you?"

Chen Xinsong hesitated to speak, then sighed and said, "Alas, Lingying has started to make pills again. There is an alchemy workshop run by the Li family in the next street. She rented a furnace and said she wanted to make a second-grade pill. Fifth uncle, I will take shelter in your yard."

It turned out to be the case.

Chen Jingyun patted him on the shoulder and expressed deep sympathy for his situation, but when he thought about himself, he felt that he was not much better than Chen Xinsong, so he became depressed again.

Alas, I can only say that every family has its own problems.

The uncle and nephew drank tea and chatted casually on the stone benches and tables in the yard.

After drinking a pot of spiritual tea, Chen Xinsong felt more relaxed. He looked at the items on the ground in the yard with curiosity: "Fifth Uncle, you have a bucket, a brazier, a saw, a hammer, a silver needle... What are you doing?"

Chen Jingyun took out the wooden box and said casually, "I found a wooden box by accident. I suspect it has a spirit."

He roughly recounted the origin of the wooden box.

Chen Xinsong was sweating. Uncle Wu, if you said it was a bargain, then it was a bargain.

However, when he thought of the various rumors about his fifth uncle within the family, he believed them a little more.

If it's Uncle Five, it's not impossible to get a bargain.

With this thought in mind, he solemnly picked up the wooden box and weighed it: "I heard that treasures can be recognized by dripping blood, I will give it a try."

As he spoke, he casually took out a pair of silver needles and poked his fingers with them.

Seeing this, Chen Jingyun hurriedly tried to stop him: "Wait..."

It's definitely useless to drip blood. He just tried it...

But before he could say half of his words, Chen Xinsong had already pierced his finger and a drop of blood fell onto the wooden box.

"despair!"

The blood made a soft thumping sound on the wooden box.

Red splashed and spread.

The next moment, the lifeless wooden box began to ripple with vitality, as if it had been awakened from a deep sleep.

This ray of life was quite weak, but in the perception of divine consciousness, it was like the first new bud sprouting on the snow, exceptionally clear and conspicuous.

Chen Jingyun's hand that was trying to stop him suddenly froze in mid-air.

"Huh? It really works."

Seeing that dripping blood was effective, Chen Xinsong hurriedly dripped a few more drops of blood.

The wooden box gradually regained more vitality, but it seemed as if something was missing and the wooden box could not be fully activated.

He simply made up his mind, mobilized all the spiritual power in his body, and squeezed out a drop of "essence blood".

As soon as his essence and blood left his body, his face turned pale, and his whole spirit became somewhat decadent.

Generally speaking, cultivators will only be willing to squeeze out their essence and blood when they are refining magical instruments and spiritual weapons that will accompany them for a long time in the future. This is an extremely precious resource for cultivators and it takes a long time to gradually recover.

For the sake of this wooden box, Chen Xinsong really gave it his all.

Under the control of his spiritual thoughts, this drop of essence blood slowly fell on the wooden box and then instantly merged into it.

"Om~~"

An invisible wave suddenly spread out.

The wooden box seemed to come alive and emitted a green light.

The light spread across the entire box like water waves. Almost in an instant, the old and gloomy atmosphere of the wooden box dissipated by 80% to 90%, and it became brand new.

The entire wooden box seemed to have been reborn, exuding a mysterious aura.

"This……"

Chen Jingyun was stunned.

It turned out that it wasn't that the blood didn't work, but that his blood and the five elements of the wooden box were incompatible. However, Xinsong's blood, which contained the spiritual power of the wood element, could activate the wooden box.

"Uncle Fifth, such a strange sight must be a treasure." Chen Xinsong looked at his uncle with admiration.

To say that I have found a treasure at a bargain is to say that I have found a treasure at a bargain... My fifth uncle is truly the [Son of Fortune].

"It seems that this treasure is destined for you. Why don't you try its function again?" Chen Jingyun also breathed a sigh of relief and suggested with a smile.

He was afraid of wasting an orange mark, but he didn't care who would use the treasure.

"Yes, Uncle Five."

Chen Xinsong looked at the wooden box in front of him, pondered it carefully for a moment, and then stretched out his spiritual sense to wrap up the wooden box, and probed his consciousness into the wooden box to try to get a glimpse of what was inside.

However, at the moment his consciousness reached into the wooden box.

Chen Xinsong's head buzzed, and his consciousness instantly entered a hazy, chaotic and dark place.

There are no stars or moon here, only a small piece of land under your feet.

He estimated that there was only about three acres of land. The soil was dark and quite fertile, but there was not a single crop or weed growing on it.

Chen Xinsong continued to observe his surroundings and could vaguely feel that there seemed to be some mysterious and incomprehensible wood-type rhyme in this space, but this rhyme was more than a hundred thousand times stronger than what he had mastered and understood!
However, this place only has the rhythm of Taoism, but lacks any spiritual light, and it feels like it lacks spiritual energy.

He tried it and found that this space did not imprison him, so he withdrew his consciousness from the chaotic space inside the wooden box, his face full of amazement and emotion: "Although I don't quite understand it, this wooden box is definitely a good thing!"

"Do you know how to use it?" Chen Jingyun asked with concern.

"I don't know." Chen Xinsong shook his head, "But it seems to lack spiritual energy. Let's try getting some spiritual stones first."

He took out the spirit stone from the storage bag, opened the box, threw an ordinary low-grade spirit stone into it, closed the box and shook it twice.

There was the sound of spiritual stones rolling.

When I opened it again, the spirit stone was still inside.

He thought for a moment, then took out a low-grade wood spirit stone and threw it into the wooden box. After closing the lid, he shook it, but did not hear the same rolling sound as before, only some rustling sounds.

Chen Xinsong hurriedly opened the box and found that the low-grade wood-type spirit stone had turned into slag, and the wood-type spiritual power in it had been devoured without a trace left.

"This box is probably really hungry."

Chen Xinsong, who had succeeded in his attempt, felt more confident and put his consciousness into the space in the box again.

It was still chaotic, hazy, and dim, but compared to the previous time, there were more wisps of green spiritual energy in the surrounding space. Although it was extremely thin, it achieved a breakthrough from zero to one.

Subsequently.

Chen Xinsong threw in more than thirty low-grade wood spirit stones, but the spiritual energy in the box was still thin, like an insatiable gold-eating beast.

Soon, he put the last low-grade wood spirit stone in his storage bag into it.

He clutched his purse, feeling so distressed that he couldn't breathe: "No, my purse can't bear it."

The fact that so many spirit stones were consumed but the treasure was still not full meant that the level of this treasure must be very high, which was undoubtedly a happy thing.

But his wallet really can't bear it~
"It's okay. Just keep a record of it and I'll issue you a certificate for reimbursement." Chen Jingyun checked his storage bag and wanted to find a few more wood-type spirit stones.

However, after searching for a long time, he didn't find even a single wood-type spirit stone.

This is actually normal. Although he has quite a few spirit stones in his pocket, he is a gold-type cultivator. Most of the spirit stones with attributes in his storage bag are gold-type spirit stones, and there are also a small number of earth-type spirit stones (earth produces gold). They are all specially exchanged for his cultivation. It is normal that there are no wood-type spirit stones.

Helplessly, he could only bite the bullet and interrupt the discussion between his wife and the fairy in the book. Then, he returned to the yard with dozens of medium-grade wood-type spirit stones.

The middle-grade wood spirit stone exuded a pure wood spirit light, which made Chen Xinsong's eyes green. He couldn't help but sigh: "Fifth Aunt is too rich, unlike the few people in my family, who are all money-eating beasts."

"Stop talking nonsense and keep trying," Chen Jingyun urged.

He also had some premonitions. Although this wooden box seemed to have no spirit, its level and origin were probably far beyond the reach of the immortals in the books.

After a lot of hard work, dozens of medium-grade wood-type spirit stones were soon eaten up by the wooden box.

At this moment, the wood element spiritual energy in the wooden box space seemed to have finally reached a critical value, and strands of green air began to circulate in the space.

In the space inside the box, within the three-acre area, several weeds began to grow rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. In a few breaths, they grew to a height of about an inch. When he was distracted again, the height of the weeds had exceeded his ankles.

"This..." Chen Xinsong's eyes widened and his gaze was bright, full of disbelief.

He had previously heard Senior Brother Zhiqiang brag that there was a small piece of land in the Changsheng Valley that could quickly stimulate the growth of plants. In just a few days, a crop of spiritual valley could complete the normal growth cycle from rooting and sprouting to filling with grain.

He was fascinated when he heard it at that time and wanted to go to Changsheng Valley to see it with his own eyes.

But now.

A few days?

Chen Xinsong lowered his head. The weeds under his feet had almost reached his knees. The green leaves of the trees stretched out, full of vitality, and growing vigorously.

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(End of this chapter)