Ding Cong traveled all over the world, and his purpose was nothing more than to look around. In the era when there were no high-rise buildings stacked on top of each other, the beauty of nature and the primitive taste really made Ding Cong feel relaxed and happy, and he couldn't extricate himself.

The world is so big that there are no surprises, rare birds and beasts that have never been seen, and monsters and monsters in myths and legends have all appeared in front of Ding Cong's eyes.

And the wonder of heaven and earth is to give birth to countless treasures of heaven and earth, Wu Yu passed on his secrets are the best guide manual, only need general information, Ding Cong can always find a lot of novelties along the vine.

Among them, what excites Ding Cong the most is that he has found the indispensable thing in the cultivation world, which is known as "home travel, killing, and overselling goods" - immeasurable rough stones. Looking at the deep and immeasurable rough stone pit under his feet, Ding Cong couldn't believe the amount of reserves contained in it, if this was known by other cultivators, he wouldn't be able to break out of his brains?

In addition to sighing, Ding Cong was not idle, he dug a mountain and opened a hole on the edge of the mine, built a simple residence, and then opened the road of refining and upgrading. Of course, the so-called skills are not pressing, and there is also the ability to do it yourself, and more importantly, some of the methods passed on to him by Wu Yu need to be used flexibly, so everything must be practiced repeatedly. Now is the right opportunity, of course, to practice.

Go to the mine every day to collect rough stones, and after coming back, smelt and refine with soul fire, when you are not skilled at the beginning, you often can't control the temperature of the flame well, and waste a lot of materials in vain. However, guarding the mineral deposits to practice is also an extravagance, not to mention that no matter how bad the technology is, it can't stand the tempering of time and experience, after not knowing how many rough stones were burned, Ding Cong finally mastered the trick and began to refine a little immeasurable essence stone from the immeasurable rough stones.

Generally speaking, the immeasurable essence stone can already be used to make storage utensils, but Ding Cong did not stop, but according to the secret story, he accumulated the essence to a certain extent and then refined it again, took its essence to remove its dross, obtained a smaller amount of crystals, and then used soul power to suppress and condense, and finally obtained the legendary mustard seed. The size of mustard seeds is like grains, but the internal space is amazingly large, and it can really be said that "life is like mustard seeds with Sumeru, and the heart is like a fine dust hidden in the world." ”

This mustard seed was finally integrated into the sea and deep into the soul by Ding Cong like refining a weak water sword, and a bone was removed in his right hand and replaced with a mustard seed. This can be regarded as the guarantee left by Ding Cong to himself, after all, no matter how good the foreign object is, it is easy to lose it, even if the hand is gone, as long as the soul is still alive, the mustard seed is stored in the sea of knowledge.

Not to mention, Ding Cong's method doesn't even know Wu Yu, otherwise he wouldn't have left artifacts and pills on his body in order to plot for the future.

After getting mustard seeds, Ding Cong didn't continue to refine more mustard seeds, after all, the truth of greed and more is still known, and eating alone is not a good habit, just enough. After randomly loading some refined fine stones, he crushed the mine, although he didn't take much, but it was not good for others to take it for nothing.

Ding Cong continued to wander around the world, occasionally encountering tribes and asking about strange things, but in this way, he found an old acquaintance on a small island surrounded by water - Di Xiuxiu.

When this poor little girl was found by Ding Cong, she was already close to the point of soul shattering, and it is estimated that she will really be lost in a few years. Ding Cong looked at the offerings of wild fruits placed at the entrance of the cave, and shook his head gently, knowing that because Di Xiuxiu was born with a disability, although he wore it, he had no way to communicate with people, so he could only float alone in this cave. The people who found her thought that it was the manifestation of their ancestors, so they came here for a long time to worship, and no one dared to approach it at will.

Today's Ding Cong has long been out of the ordinary category of cultivators, after all, what Wu Yu has given him is the experience and perception accumulated over thousands of years, allowing him to avoid many detours. Coupled with the abundance of heaven and earth aura in this era, the peculiarities of his soul are all invisibly promoting his progress.

Although it was simple to give Di Xiuxiu a reincarnated body, he didn't want to stay in such a small place for a long time, so after giving Di Xiuxiu a piece of soul power, he put her spirit body into mustard seeds, and then began to set off towards the bank of the Yingshui River.

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It's another sunny day, the spring breeze blows through the tender grass, the leaves stretch their delicate bodies, the ice and snow subside, and the stream trickles. The gentle hillside was crowded with people, and the black pressure spread to the foot of the mountain, and there were seven or eight burly men at the front, struggling to dig up a bag of soil overgrown with tender grass. Not far from the sealing bag, more than 30 people were digging a bigger pit, and the crowd behind automatically surrounded and made way for a long passage.

The passage goes directly to the ring moat suspension bridge, although there is no clean water to splash the street, but it can not sweep the dust. A middle-aged man in a leopard skin robe holds a large faience urn in his hand, and the slender black lines outline a delicate pattern on the urn.

The large urn in the man's arms almost blocked his vision, although he didn't know what was inside, but such a large urn was really heavy.

The man didn't seem to have much effort to walk with the urn, just walking slowly down the aisle. He was followed by nine pairs of young men and women, each holding various offerings in their hands, bowing their heads and walking cautiously. It was followed by a party of no less than fifty men, women, and children, each with their arms tied with rattan behind their backs, flanked by sturdy men armed with stone spears.

Everywhere the man went, the crowd on both sides bowed down and saluted, until he came to the grave where the earth had just been dug up. The young men and women who followed behind were automatically separated on either side, and the group of fifty was taken to another large pit that had just been dug.

At this moment, a smiling young man walked up to the crowd and began to recite the prayer aloud, and then ordered a small tree that had been erected on the side to be lit.

At this time, someone stepped over the remaining sealed soil and began to walk towards the tomb below, respectfully sorting out the bones inside, and clearing a place of comparable size next to it. After the end, he walked up to the man holding the urn, knelt down on one knee to salute, and raised his hands to prepare to take the large faience urn in the man's hand.

The man looked at the kneeling clansmen in front of him, shook his head slightly, and walked down the tomb with the urn himself. The bones were then removed from the urn and carefully pieced together until a complete human form appeared.

Two skeletons sit side by side, skulls next to each other, arms intertwined. At this time, the nine young men in the back presented the utensils in their hands, such as pots, kettles, basins, bowls, pots, bottles, tripods, gourd-shaped vessels, etc., all of which were beautifully made and uniquely ornamented, and these utensils were placed in the niche above the skull.

Then nine young women stepped forward and carefully handed over the jade in their hands. The hoop is on the head, the double jue is on both sides of the head, the jade plate on the chest, the jade bi under the waist, the jade Huang under the ribs, the jade ring under the wrist, and the jade axe and jade Yue are placed on the side.

Other funeral things were scattered all around.

Only then did the man come out of the tomb, turn his head to look at the still burning tree, and nodded. When the smiling young man saw this, he waved his hand to the people beside him, and the strong man standing on the edge of the pit raised the stone spear in his hand and began to slaughter those who tied their hands with rattans.

Those strong men were extremely fast, and as soon as the stone spear cut open their throats, they kicked into the pit. The blood did not fly out in all directions, and there was no scream, there was the sound of a "plop, plop" heavy object falling to the ground.

Then several strong men came up, entered the pit and began to place the position of the corpse, and took out the stones in the corpse's mouth casually. After tidying up, several strong men climbed out of the pit, took off their bloodstained clothes and shoes, and threw them into the fierce flames of the small tree. The leather clothes and shoes quickly turned to ashes with a slight stench.

At this time, the strong men who had been waiting for a long time began to fill in the tomb and the pit, until two piles of sealed soil, one large and one small, were raised high.

During the whole process, only the smiling young man made a sound, and the others were silent. Finally, before the tree burns, everything is done. Finally the man stood in front of the seal and prayed softly, "Father, I have fulfilled your wishes, go and tell my mother those stories." ”

Then the man stopped being nostalgic and turned around and walked back to the settlement, and the people followed.

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When Ding Cong came back, he happened to see the whole process from a distance, and he didn't lean forward, because the smiling face was too familiar, Schenk, Wei He's big apprentice. At this time, Ding Cong didn't know why Schenck appeared here, although the distance was far away, the invisible oppression brought to him was great.

He clearly remembered that before the final explosion, Wei He called him master, and he actually admitted it himself. However, the inference of his "third self" with Wu Yu can almost be ruled out, because for his soul, there is no such intimacy when he sees Schenk.

After seeing everyone go back, Ding Cong secretly came to the side of the sealed earth, first probed the residual breath on the bones, and bowed silently after confirming that it was a fire tree. After all, the fire tree was grown up by him, more like his nephew, and now it has finally returned to dust, Ding Cong was full of emotion.

Just sit down on the spot and begin to remember some things about the fire tree, which can be regarded as a spiritual sacrifice.

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"Master, are you sure that person will come?" The person who spoke was the man who had just held the urn, and he was also the current patriarch of the Fuxi clan, Feng Mixi. Standing across from him was none other than Schenck back then, and now Schengongke.

"He's coming, but you don't have to worry about it. Shen Gongke smiled coldly.

Although he has watched it for more than 30 years, Mi Xi is still a little unacceptable, after all, a smile without a smile is too fake and too gloomy.

"By the way, the last time I mentioned it to the master, the master agreed?" In front of Shen Gongke, Mi Xi felt that he would never be able to raise his head, although the person who pressed him was the master, but as the patriarch of tens of thousands of people, the existence above ten thousand people, he didn't even have the right to stand up and speak, and he was really aggrieved. But he never dared to show this kind of thought, the master's strength he was very clear when he was very young, just like he clearly knew that not long after he was born, there was a person to see him, that person with a faint light, not dazzling and wanted to be close.

Mi Xi has thought countless times, if that person was to be his teacher, would he still be so depressed now?

It's a pity that it was Shen Gongke who appeared in front of him, as if he would always be the person who would always press his ideals.