The winter of Baiyue 88.

The three-year battle between the Baiyue Sect and the Fushan Sect ended, and the losses on both sides were not small, with each of the foundation building monks seriously injured, and more than a dozen disciples in the late stage of Qi refining died.

In the end, the two sides negotiated a peace, and it was decided that the two sides would jointly develop the sleeping place of the Xianxia Sect.

In other words, it was purely a hilarious before.

In the summer of the eighty-ninth year of Baiyue, the Baiyue Sect and the Fushan Sect wore through the Xianxia Sect's sleeping array, killed 120 disciples of the Xianxia Sect, and built three foundations, taking away the inheritance of the Xianxia Sect and sealing the spiritual objects.

The Zuo and Zhang families were blessed by the battle, and each had a monk break through the foundation, which was said to be a direct breakthrough, and did not use the foundation building.

When the news reached Baiyue Dachuan, Li Qing was helping Tu Ling, who was dying.

Baiyue ninety spring.

"I'm tired of the Deputy Sect Master Zuo personally invited, only I am one hundred and twenty years old, and I don't have much longevity, so I really don't want to migrate." In the cave mansion, Li Qing politely refused the invitation of the deputy sect master of the left.

"I heard that you have established a family outside the sect, with the strength of your formation path, you can teach an outstanding formation path junior, and it is also a good thing to have the help of your juniors." The Left Deputy Sect Master continued.

"Hey, when I entered the sect, I said, my family cultivates immortals, and the immortal spectrum is only Li Qing and Li Ruoshui, and after I die, I will pass on my son's spiritual roots to my children and grandchildren, and also set up the name of Li Ruoshui, and now my children and grandchildren have not yet entered the immortal Dao, and only taught some formation theory." Li Qing sighed.

"That's it, that's it, if Li Ruoshui enters the Immortal Dao in the future, he can come to the Southern Regions to find my family." The left deputy sect master left in defeat.

Hundred and ninety summer.

Baiyuezong suddenly announced a major strategy.

It was decided that the Zuo Deputy Sect Master would lead the family to the Southern Regions to establish the Baiyue Sect, and the Deputy Sect Master Zhang would lead the family to the Eastern Regions to establish the Baiyue Sect.

Baiyue Dachuan will no longer add the position of deputy suzerain.

An undercurrent of internal strife that has gathered for many years has disappeared invisibly.

Since the Baiyue Sect was divided into three, the strength of Baiyue Dachuan plummeted for a while, and he began to farm with peace of mind and no longer expanded.

……

Time is like an arrow, the sun and the moon are like a shuttle, and it turns for ten years.

"I should be regarded as the Ninth Layer of Qi Refining Ultimate Consummation."

In the Xijian Cave Mansion, Li Qing had just finished eating a perch fish, and his aura really couldn't be transformed at all.

"If this is not a solid foundation, then no one can be considered a solid foundation."

Li Qing boasted that he automatically used the same level Dao method, and there were few people in the ninth level of qi refining who were his opponents.

"It will be many years before the foundation is built, and it will definitely be the supreme consummation by then."

After eating the fish, Li Qing began to sort out the information of the White Lotus Sect in the Southern Regions again, and he had basically determined that the White Lotus Sect in the Southern Regions and the White Lotus Sect in Long Zeyuan belonged to the same lineage.

After a while, Li Qing suddenly felt something, and Xun Xun walked out of the cave and looked in the direction of Baiyue Dachuan.

"Wang Ruhai has been seriously ill for three years, and now is exactly the 100th year of Baiyue, and it is a good year, and he is afraid that he will not be able to survive it......"

Baiyue Sect.

Yunhai Peak.

The patriarch's inner hall is full of solemnity.

Wang Rutang was lying on the bed, his face was full of ashes, and he had run out of oil and lamps, and he didn't have much time to live.

The room was full of Wang's children, all with heavy faces.

"You all go out, Youhua, come here." Wang Ruhai called out his name.

Wang Youhua, the second-generation head of the Wang family and the next generation of Baiyue Sect Sect Master, stepped forward alone.

Wang Ruhai said weakly: "Youhua, I can't hold it anymore, your successor to the head of the family, but also for your misfortune, five out of a hundred, if you don't meet the prosperity of cultivating immortals in the next hundred years, there is no hope for immortality." ”

"Father, the road is my own choice, the Wang family always needs a leader, this weak era of immortal competition, is both a challenge and an opportunity."

Wang Youhua said slowly: "If the Wang family can seize the opportunity, there is hope for longevity in the future, if not, the Wang family also has hope, the younger brothers have already taken Huangquan Dan to sleep, I have set up a tomb awakening person, a hundred years later, every once in a while, I will wake up a younger brother, whether it is weak or prosperous, my family can fight." ”

"The rise and fall of the Baiyue Sect for a while is nothing."

"If only you understood that." Wang Ruhai was quite relieved, the Wang family had already set multiple strategies to disperse many children to sleep, so as not to cut off the Wang family's immortal road after the Baiyue Sect had an accident.

Tu Yuan's spiritual liquid resources also have many transfer reserves, which is the way of a family's longevity, not honest farming.

Wang Ruhai continued: "There are still two things to pay attention to, there is a tomb under Lancang Mountain, you must not disturb it. ”

Wang Youhua paused for a moment, didn't ask carefully, only nodded.

"The second is the matter of farming, the farming can be widely spread, it is unexpected, the kind of Tian Xiuxian biography, it is actually written by me, after my death, I can disclose my name, this weak era of monks, if you can survive to the rise of the prosperous era of cultivating immortals, how much inheritance of farming and cultivation of immortals, but also inherit the feelings of my Wang family."

"If the children of the future generations encounter a catastrophe in the future, report my name as Wang Ruhai, and there will always be people who will miss the old feelings......"

Wang Ruhai was speechless, and then he lost his breath.

"Father!"

A cry came from Yunhai Peak, and then spread throughout the entire Baiyue River.

On the day of Wang Ruhai's death, the world finally knew the name of the author of the biography of farming and cultivating immortals.

"A generation of blood-sucking giants, pie painting masters, farming legends, trapped in the limitations of the times, passed away, it's a pity." Hearing the melodious sound of the death knell from Baiyue Dachuan, Li Qing sighed with emotion.

The influence of Wang Ruhai's life is extensive and far-reaching, and the entire sect of the weak era of the Nine Domains Continent is more or less influenced by Wang Ruhai's farming scriptures.

"I'm the only one who can watch the passage of time."

……

Spring went and autumn came, and another sixteen years passed.

Nine Regions Continent, Northwest Regions.

Nameless Mountains.

One fat and one thin, the two cultivation compass magic tools kept wandering in the mountains, and the two stared at the compass without taking their eyes off.

"Old ghost, there is really a cave here, it's not the ancestors who deceive people." Thin Dao Xiuhu said suspiciously.

"Brother, I can't be wrong, our ancestral heirlooms are recorded clearly, let me wait for the younger generations, at this time, button the ancestors' sleeping place......" Fat Dao Xiu responded casually, and suddenly overjoyed: "Found it, here!" ”

Guided by the compass, the two monks painstakingly found a mountain wall.

Thin Dao Xiu couldn't see through, and he didn't feel that the mountain wall was special, but Fat Dao Xiu said: "The hole is in the wall!" ”

Sure enough, the slender Dao cultivator touched the mountain wall with mana, and he could sense the hidden treasures inside.

Slender Dao Xiu was puzzled: "What does the ancestor mean, this is still the age of the weak, awakened in advance, but tortured by the weak." ”

Fat Dao Xiu replied: "I want to take advantage of a prosperous world, my ancestors are Jindan monks, and now I wake up, and I am sure that I will be in the prosperous world." ”

"Don't talk nonsense, bombard the mountain wall with me."

Under the guidance of Fat Dao Xiu, the two of them quickly bombarded the mountain wall with magic weapons, and on the mountain wall, there was no formation, which should have been broken with one blow, but no matter how the two bombarded, the mountain wall was intact.

After only thirty-six bombardments, the mountain wall suddenly cracked, revealing a cave in the stone.

A purple-haired Taoist stood at the gate of the cave, exuding inexplicable majesty.

Seeing this, the two cultivators were overjoyed, the ancestors were well recorded, there were really ancestors sleeping here, and they immediately bowed: "The descendants of Tu Lie and Tu Yang have come here according to the agreement, and they have seen the ancestors." ”

The purple-haired Taoist seemed to have expected it, and said lightly: "What year is this, and what is the situation in the outside world." ”

"Ancestor, it has been three thousand nine hundred and twenty years since the spirit was weak, and now there are many monks in the outside world, and many foundation-building sects have emerged, all of which barely support their cultivation with their longevity and farming." Fat Daoxiu replied carefully.

"There is a foundation building sect appearing?"

The purple-haired Taoist said strangely, "The time to wake up is just right, and it is not easy to come up with a foundation for farming." ”

Fat Daoxiu explained: "That's the case, more than 100 years ago, there was a monk named Wang Ruhai who was awakened from the grave, Wang Ruhai was talented, widely spread the way of farming, and his quotations were sorted out into a farming scripture, and there was a copy of the farming fairy scripture, plus the prosperous era is coming, and the enthusiasm for farming is high everywhere......"

The purple-haired Taoist flipped through the Farming Immortal Sutra, and couldn't help but say: "Great goodness, he is the generation of my Purple Absolute Ancestor!" ”