Rise of Qinglian

In a secluded courtyard, Wang Qingshan was talking to Ye Haitang.

"Cousin Qingshan, I have made up my mind. I can help. Please take me with you! I want to participate."

Ye Haitang's expression was firm. After refining the spiritual treasure Baiguizhou, she returned to Qinglian Island.

During the trip to the Immortal-Suppressing Tower, the Wang family got several fourth-level Yin Beast Demon Pills, and Wang Qingqi helped her refine them into Huangquan Pills.

Ye Haitang plans to go to Northern Xinjiang with Wang Qingshan, firstly to find out the murderer of Ye Yutong and weaken the power of the inner demon; secondly, to travel around and resolve the bottleneck.

"Now that you have made up your mind, come with me to Northern Xinjiang! But the ugly words are ahead. You must obey the command and don't act recklessly. We can't afford to offend the Jiuyou Sect for the time being."

Wang Qingshan's expression was solemn. Almost a hundred years ago, Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan went to the Immortal Cultivation World in Northern Xinjiang. They did not find any clues. Instead, they were seriously injured by the deputy sect leader of Jiuyou Sect. It took decades to recover.

"This is natural, I won't do anything random."

Ye Haitang promised that even if Wang Qingshan didn't say anything, she wouldn't do anything wrong.

Wang Qingshan suddenly sensed something, took out a communication disk from his sleeve, and entered a magic formula. Wang Changsheng's joyful voice suddenly sounded: "Qingshan, a complete set of flying swords has been refined, and I sent it to you."

"Thank you, Uncle Jiu. I'll open the door for you right now."

Wang Qingshan smiled happily and strode towards the courtyard gate.

When Ye Haitang saw this scene, his face was filled with envy. Wang Changsheng couldn't possibly refine magic weapons for all his descendants. Refining weapons would be a waste of time. If it was done quickly, it would take a year and a half. If it was slow, it would take ten or eight years. Very normal thing.

Most of the natal magic weapons of the high-level monks of the Wang family come from the Zhenhai Sect, and Wang Qingqing helped refine half of them.

Ye Haitang doesn't have a magic weapon of her own yet? Strictly speaking, she has a higher vision and looks down on ordinary magic weapons. She plans to collect more materials and asks Wang Changsheng to help refine a set of magic weapons.

Not long after, Wang Changsheng walked in. He took out a two-foot-long blue sword box with several green lotus flowers engraved on it.

Wang Qingshan took the green sword box with both hands and opened the sword box. There were nine green flying swords inside.

The nine green flying swords seemed to sense something, and flew up one after another, making clear and loud sword sounds, flying around Wang Qingshan.

"Thank you very much? Uncle Jiu? I like this set of flying swords very much."

Wang Qingshan was overjoyed and thanked him repeatedly.

"If a family does not talk about two families, with this set of flying swords by your side, your strength will improve a lot, but you have to remember? There is a mountain as high as a mountain. Don't think that you are invincible just because you are a swordsman? Through the ages, there have been How many young heroes have died of pride?"

Wang Changsheng's expression was solemn and full of concern.

Wang Qingshan's personal strength is relatively strong, but does this mean that he is invincible at the same level? Before the trip to Northern Xinjiang, Wang Changsheng was also a little inflated. He thought that he and Wang Ruyan joined forces and had few opponents, but the reality gave them a slap in the face. If it weren't for Zhenhai, Apes, they're dead.

Since Wang Qingshan entered the world of immortality, he has lost less and won more. He has not met many talented people. If he does meet the masters of the sect, Wang Qingshan may not be able to do well.

"My nephew took note of it, thank you Uncle Jiu."

Wang Qingshan nodded and agreed. Wang Changsheng did not know that he had two spiritual treasures. Wang Qingshan was not arrogant. During his trip to the world of immortal cultivation in the Central Plains, he defeated many young heroes and also lost to several young heroes. Not to mention anything else. , he could not defeat Zhou Yunxiao.

Wang Changsheng showed a pleased expression on his face, looked at Ye Haitang, and said with a smile: "Haitang, when you advance to the Nascent Soul stage, my uncle will also refine a set of magic weapons for you."

Ye Haitang is the only immortal cultivator in the Wang family who practices Tianpin Kung Fu, and he is also the clan member with the highest level of formation formation. Wang Changsheng is very optimistic about Ye Haitang.

"Thank you, uncle. I plan to go to Northern Xinjiang with cousin Qingshan to investigate the murderer of my brother."

Wang Changsheng sighed softly and warned: "Northern Xinjiang is not as powerful as South China Sea. Our power in Northern Xinjiang is not strong. You should be more careful. Aunt Ximen has many acquaintances in Northern Xinjiang. You should ask her for advice and don't rush in. I’ve been waiting for so many years, and it’s not too late to wait a little longer. In short, your safety is the most important thing.”

"I got it, Uncle Jiu."

Wang Qingshan and Ye Haitang agreed wholeheartedly.

After chatting for a while, Wang Changsheng left and returned to Qinglian Peak.

He had just refined a set of flying swords and needed to rest for a while. He was embarrassed to let Fairy Ziyue continue to refine the magic weapon.

There is a valley full of exotic flowers and plants, and in the valley there is a mansion that occupies an extremely large area.

There are courtyard pavilions, rock gardens, and more than a dozen unique courtyards.

Wang Yingjie stood in front of a vast spiritual field. There was a large piece of light green grass planted in the spiritual field. The grass had nine leaves. The leaves were round and had some golden lines on the surface.

There is a strong medicinal fragrance in the air. These green grasses are Nine-leaf Golden Grass. The 300-year-old Nine-leaf Golden Grass is one of the auxiliary medicines for healing elixirs. The dosage is relatively large, but this kind of spiritual grass It is not easy to plant and has relatively high environmental requirements.

Wang Yingjie knelt down and stared at a nine-leaf golden grass. The leaves were dim in color and looked a little wilted.

"How's it going? Yingjie, is there any hope?"

Wang Changjie walked over with concern on his face.

These nine-leaf golden grass are more than two hundred years old, and they will be used to refine healing elixirs in another sixty years. Unexpectedly, their growth is suddenly stunted, and the spiritual planters in the clan are at a loss. He heard that Wang Yingjie is proficient in the art of planting. , specially invited Wang Yingjie to come and take a look.

Wang Yingjie stood up and said, "It's a bit troublesome. I need to prepare some kind of spiritual liquid for watering."

He has stayed at the Zhenhaizong site for nearly a hundred years. In his spare time, he would go to the Scripture Collection Pavilion to check the planting classics. He has read all the Zhenhaizong planting books. A certain book introduced this situation.

Wang Changjie frowned and said, "Episric liquid! Can it be prepared? What materials are needed?"

"The materials are not particularly precious. They should be in the family treasury. Here is the list. However, the spiritual liquid needs to be refined by an alchemist. My nephew does not know how to refine alchemy."

As Wang Yingjie spoke, he took out a blue jade slip and handed it to Wang Changjie.

Wang Changjie swept his consciousness, took out a communication disk, entered a magic formula, and made a series of gestures.

"The clan members will bring the elixir to you later. Please be there to guide me! As long as I can cure the Nine-leaf Golden Grass, I will not treat you badly."

"Yes, ancestor."

Wang Yingjie agreed repeatedly. There was only one word difference in his and Wang Changjie's names, and they were ten generations apart.

After a cup of tea, the clansman brought the elixir.

Under Wang Yingjie's command, Wang Changjie successfully refined the spiritual liquid, diluted it at a ratio of one to five, and put it into a cyan jade bottle.

Arriving at the Lingtian, Wang Changjie threw the green jade bottle into the sky above the Lingtian and inserted a magic spell.

There was a flash of blue light, and a large amount of light blue liquid flew out and evenly scattered in the spiritual field.

"Watering with diluted spiritual liquid every day should cure the Nine-Leaf Golden Grass."

Wang Yingjie said with some uncertainty. He didn't want to finish his words and leave some room for himself.

"I have worked hard for you these past few days. Please come and take a look. If the Nine-Leaf Golden Grass grows better, I will definitely reward you."

Wang Changjie said pleasantly.

"It is a grandson's duty to do things for his ancestors, and he dare not ask for rewards."

Wang Yingjie said honestly, with a sincere tone.

"Cure the Nine-leaf Golden Grass first. Anyway, I won't treat you badly. Take good care of the Nine-leaf Golden Grass."

"Yes, ancestor."

Wang Yingjie smiled happily and agreed, patting his chest. Wang Changjie's seniority was second only to Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan. If he could please Wang Changjie, it would be of great benefit to his future development.

"I have worked hard for you these past few days. This bottle of elixir is for you. You are a descendant of Qing Ling and you practice very hard. You must continue to work hard and practice without slacking off."

Wang Changjie took out a cyan porcelain bottle and handed it to Wang Yingjie.

Wang Yingjie's diligence is well-known in the clan, and Wang Changjie has also heard of it.

"Thank you ancestor for the reward."

Wang Yingjie thanked him repeatedly and took the cyan porcelain bottle with both hands.