Although this water system foundation building technique could be sold for a high price of forty or fifty thousand spirit stones at the Nanqianzhou auction, Su Ziming had no intention of selling it in his heart.

He was not very short of spirit stones, so it was most appropriate to decide to hand over this exercise to the family scripture pavilion as a family heritage to accumulate.

Extreme Soul Chaos

"Uncle Ziming, Uncle Zifeng, and Cousin Siyuan, Youwei has said goodbye."

Chen Youwei stepped forward very politely to say goodbye to Su Ziming and the others.

Su Ziming raised his head slightly, smiled and instructed, "Remember to say hello to your mother for me." ”

"Uncle Ziming, don't worry, I'll definitely bring it." Chen Youwei patted his shoulder vigorously.

As Chen Youwei and his party gradually walked away on the green snake, Su Zifeng stepped forward with a smile and said softly, "Elder, we should also go back." ”

Su Ziming shook his head and said, "I'm going to go to Qingjiao Island, you can go back with this little guy first." ”

"Okay."

Su Zifeng nodded unequivocally in agreement, and at this moment he was still immersed in the joy of obtaining a low-grade defensive magic weapon.

After all, not long after he broke through the foundation building, he didn't have a treasure on his body that he could handle, and the only low-grade magic weapon was the Qingfeng Sword rewarded by the family.

If you get this low-grade defensive magic weapon, if you encounter a monk of the same level, your self-protection ability will be greatly improved.

This place is located in the southern part of the South Qianzhou Island region, only a hundred miles away from Qingjiao Island, Su Ziming directly urged the true qi to rush there.

Qingjiao Island is completely controlled by the Su family, so Su Ziming did not deliberately hide his breath.

"Seniors stop, this is a mortal county and town under the rule of my Su family, and immortal cultivators other than the Su family are all forbidden to enter."

Not long after stepping onto the island, an eighth-layer Qi cultivation monk wearing the Su family's green robe flew over, looking at Su Ziming in a black robe with vigilant eyes.

Su Ziming bowed slightly, feeling very satisfied that the Qi Cultivator in front of him was able to face the Foundation Cultivator without fear.

When this clansman got the token that Su Ziming threw over, his expression instantly became restrained, and he hurriedly arched his hand and said, "The town guard has seen the elder. ”

"Uncle don't have to be polite, I'll pass by and take a look, you feel free."

Su Ziming grabbed the token in the air and casually sent away the town guard in front of him.

The next moment, he came to the former Qingquan Mountain Range.

Since the family residence moved away from Qingjiao Island, the family no longer has monks to come here to practice; After ten years of recuperation, the number of demon beasts in the Qingquan Mountain Range has increased dramatically.

Nearly seventy percent of the Su family lives on Qingjiao Island, and the flood of demon beasts is by no means a good thing, Su Ziming took action to clean up all the demon beasts in the Qingquan Mountain Range that had been promoted to the first order.

In the depths of the Qingquan Mountain Range, Su Ziming even took action to kill three demon beasts that were about to be promoted to the second order.

Subsequently, Su Ziming's figure appeared again under Qingjiao Peak, and at this time, Qingjiao Peak had been re-cultivated into a first-order high-grade spiritual vein, with two town guards from the Su family and eight deputy town guards stationed here.

Su Ziming silently looked at Qingjiao Peak for a long time, and the next moment he set off for his birthplace, Changsheng Town.

Looking at the mortals coming and going in Changsheng Town, Su Ziming felt that the scene around him was both familiar and unfamiliar.

This was the first time he had returned to Immortal Town in more than thirty years since he became an immortal cultivator.

Suddenly, a group of patrolling mortals walked in front of him, led by a middle-aged warrior with a sturdy body.

"Big brother."

Su Ziming shouted with a somewhat rusty mouth.

However, the martial artist didn't mean to stop and take a look, as if it wasn't him who Su Ziming was shouting.

"Su Ziwu!"

This time, Su Ziming deliberately raised his voice.

The warrior finally paused, looked at the unfamiliar face in front of him, and asked curiously, "You called me something?" ”

Su Ziming hurriedly explained: "Big brother, I'm Ziming." ”

"Ziming? Which Ziming? ”

Su Ziwu scratched his head and fell into deep thought, suddenly his face changed greatly, he stepped forward and hugged Su Ziming, and shouted excitedly: "You are the third brother, the third brother, you are back." ”

"You're finally back, you don't know that your father and mother have been talking about you all these years, looking forward to your return."

"Grandpa, how is he doing?"

"How have you been all these years?"

"Is cultivating immortals bitter?"

"Are you ready to build the foundation?"

Su Ziming hurriedly waved his hand to interrupt, pouted at Su Ziwu, and inadvertently stroked his eyebrows with his left hand: "Big brother, you ask so many questions at once, I don't know which one to answer." ”

"Haha, it's me who is too anxious."

Su Ziwu patted his head and showed a sincere smile on his face.

"Come back with me to my parents, they miss you."

Su Ziming followed with a suspicious look on his face, and asked, "How many more did my father give birth to after I left?" ”

"Ahem~"

Su Ziwu immediately explained seriously: "After you left, my father controlled a lot, and only added two younger brothers and one younger sister. ”

"Eleven is not a lot." Su Ziming nodded, and felt in his heart that his father was indeed a lot more restrained.

However, a member of the patrol beside Su Ziwu suddenly interjected: "There are not many immortal masters, not at all. ”

With that, the patrol member also pointed to a wall in the distance.

I saw a few words engraved on the wall: Thousands of dollars are not rich, and thousands of children and grandchildren are endless.

If you have the money to copy your house, you will have a baby to raise.

…………

Su Ziming was about to open his mouth to refute, but saw the patrol member speak first: "Yes, this is what the town elder came up with." ”

Hearing this, Su Ziming's eyes stopped, and finally he had to applaud.

After walking for a while, Su Ziwu suddenly opened his mouth to interrupt the awkward atmosphere: "We are home, you continue to patrol." ”

"Yes."

As soon as Su Ziming looked up, he saw six big characters engraved on the gate - Changsheng Town Cundao Mansion.

This made him smile and mutter, "I can't imagine that the old guy is quite narcissistic." ”

"What are you stunned about, come in." Su Ziwu urged with some excitement.

As soon as Su Ziming stepped into the mansion, he heard Su Ziwu shouting loudly: "Daddy, Aunt Wang, Aunt Sun, look who is back!" ”

I saw an old man with a goatee with a white beard walking out, scolding and scolding: "What is the boss talking about, thinking that your father died slowly?" ”

"It's just that I don't know how to write mature and steady when I am old."

As the voice fell, a woman walked out and snuggled up to the old man, but she was much younger than Su Ziwu looked.

Su Ziwu glanced at the woman who came out, ignored her directly, and pulled Su Ziming to the front of the old man Su Cundao: "Dad, has the third brother come back to see you?" ”

"Are you really Ming'er?" Su Cundao was slightly stunned, his voice trembled a little, and he wanted to touch Su Ziming's head with his hand, but he put it down halfway, as if he had some concerns.

"Dad, I'm Su Ziming." Compared with Su Cundao, Su Ziming's voice was extremely calm.

"Hahaha, my son is back, it's okay to be back!"

Su Cundao stepped forward, circled around Su Ziming twice, and looked carefully over and over again.

"How are you doing all these years?" Su Cundao asked.

Su Ziming responded: "The child is fine, and the father is worried." ”

Hearing this, Su Cundao nodded solemnly.

At this moment, another old figure walked out, it was Su Ziming's biological mother and Su Cundao's wife.

The old woman ran forward and slowly stroked Su Ziming's cheek, two tears flowing down her face.

Su Cundao asked incomprehensibly at this moment, "Third child, is your grandfather okay?" ”

Without waiting for Su Ziming to respond, the old woman preemptively spoke: "Your father is a great monk who builds the foundation, and he can live for more than two hundred years, what you said is good." ”

"Really, my son is back, and you don't know how to take him in and sit."

Seeing his father's gradually gloomy face, Su Ziming hurriedly responded: "Don't worry, Dad, grandpa is doing well, and now he is the city lord of Nanjiao City." ”

Sure enough, after hearing Su Ziming's words, Su Cundao immediately turned his anger into joy.

This speed of changing his face made Su Ziming can't help but sigh that his son can be reborn if he is gone, but Lao Tzu has only one truth in his life.