Since the main line of the Zhao family returned to the sect, there have been many battles in the Zhao family.

After all, there are only so many places where you can eat meat, plus the Zhao family in Shangyang City thinks that the Zhao family is the main lineage, where the Zhao family is located, and even the newly promoted Zhao family is the main lineage.

Now that he has returned, he should be in charge of the Zhao family.

However, they didn't know the real face, and they fought with their fellow clans for a long time and didn't figure out who was the boss.

In the end, Zhao Jia directly suppressed it with thunder, and under the stimulation of more than 10,000 spirit stones, the same clan was nothing.

Those who refused to accept were all turned to ashes.

The others were all expelled as sidelines and assigned to the spiritual field of the mine medicine garden, where they did the work assigned according to their work.

Only a few people avoided accidents, such as Zhao Jia's own relatives, the clansmen who were close to Zhao Shiwen in the three rooms and one line.

It wasn't until a long time later that Yu Xian asked by chance that he knew that the main line of the Zhao family had turned into history.

And so the day was completely calm.

Spring has gone and autumn has come, and it has been five years.

It was dark outside.

In the girl's boudoir, the pearls are embellished, and the ceiling is engraved with a bright light formation, which is adjusted to dark light at the moment, making the room a little more ambiguous.

The muffled wheezing suddenly stopped.

Magnolia's translucent eyes stared at the snow-white bed tent, and she felt as if the fine mesh had swallowed her soul.

After a long time.

After regaining some strength, she habitually wrapped herself in a silky silk quilt, as if this would give her a little more security.

Her body is still as delicate as a girl, her voice is still crisp, her eyes are still clear, and the years seem to be especially favorable to her.

Because she's on drugs.

The Dingyan Pill, which had a market price of one hundred spirit stones, was bought by her father-in-law at the unjust price of three hundred spirit stones.

So she was always frozen in her best time.

When she looked sideways, she saw her father-in-law lying lazily, turning into a Taizi, with a little smile on her face from time to time, looking silly.

She squirmed like a worm a few times, her head resting on his side, and she felt that if the years went on like this forever, she would be willing.

Yu Xian habitually held Yulan under him, and gently stroked her hair with his palm, giving her gentle comfort.

His gaze did not take off the green panel below his vision.

[Name: Yu Xian]

[Repair: late stage of foundation building (2/110000)]

【Taoist: Magnolia (1/2)】

Just now, after practicing day and night, he finally broke through the late stage of foundation building before the age of fifty, and stood at the top of the immortal cultivation realm in Shangyang City.

It's just the cultivation points that are needed in the later stage of foundation building......

It was 110,000, and with the current progress of 200 points of cultivation a month, he would need a full 550 months, that is, a full forty-five years.

Forty-five years later, when he reached the peak of foundation building, he was a few years old and 100 years old, comparable to the ancestor of the Jiang family, the first monk of Shangyang City.

So a comparison.

Yu Xian felt that he could do it again.

And compared to Jiang Laozu, who begged for the golden pill in the end, he only needed to follow the steps to condense the golden pill on the bed.

After all, the golden finger is such an inconvenient thing, and there is no need to seek any golden pill opportunity to form a spiritual object.

"Forty-five years is not too long."

Yu Xian's palm slid downward, and he habitually pinched it.

"Xianggong, what did you say?"

Yulan felt the warmth of her palm, she was an old husband and wife, and her cheeks were still inevitably red.

Yu Xian's palm was slightly forced, and he said with a smile:

"I'm wondering when you'll be able to cultivate to the perfection of your Qi cultivation, and then you should prepare a few Zhuji Dan to make you break through?"

Magnolia couldn't help but show a little frustration.

"It's all because Yulan is too stupid, she wasted so many spirit stones in Xianggong, and her cultivation is getting slower and slower."

In five years, even with the full support of spare time, all kinds of intensive cultivation pills are full.

She had only advanced a small level of realm, and she could break through the eighth layer of Qi training.

"You've encountered a bottleneck, your cultivation was too smooth before, and it's normal to encounter a bottleneck at this time.

I had been stuck in the realm of the third layer of Qi training to the fourth layer of Qi training for more than three years, and if I hadn't encountered a chance, it would have been possible to be stuck for another ten or eight years.

Once you have broken through this bottleneck, it will be much easier to cultivate all the way to the perfection of Qi cultivation. ”

Yu Xian thought of himself who was stuck in the third layer of Qi training, and inexplicably felt like a world away.

In the early stage of Yulan's cultivation, he had the baptism of mana to build the foundation, and all the veins were connected, so although the cultivation speed was not fast, the bottleneck had not been encountered.

It wasn't until the late stage of Qi cultivation that her qualification problems became more and more apparent.

Not to mention, the resources invested in Yulan are enough to cultivate two monks who have completed Qi cultivation, but she has only practiced Qi at the eighth level.

This made Yu Xian realize that the later he went, the more serious the problem of Yulan's qualifications became.

Now that the Qi training stage is okay, the foundation building realm may be over with a little more fighting.

However, the Jindan realm needs to break through the Thirty-Nine Thunder Tribulation, how can a monk like Yulan who is purely addicted to drugs and not good at fighting survive.

The ancestor of the Jiang family was such a powerful foundation building cultivator, and in the face of the Jindan Thunder Tribulation, there was only one skeleton left.

Yulan didn't know that her father-in-law suddenly thought of how to let her break through the Jindan realm, and when she heard that Yu Xian was still so weak and helpless, she couldn't help but laugh:

"I don't believe it, in my heart, Xianggong has always been the most powerful."

Yu Xian smiled and put the troubles of Yulan's golden pill behind him, anyway, there are still more than a hundred years, and there may be other ways at that time.

"I've got something more powerful for you to see."

……

One night ridiculous.

After getting up, Yu Xian did not have the excitement of a breakthrough, but lazily enjoyed the breakfast prepared by a new chef of the Zhao family in the restaurant.

This chef is no ordinary cook.

It's a soul eater, that is, a cook in the immortal cultivation world.

Soul Eaters can use unique means to stimulate or extract the spiritual power in various materials and turn them into gluttonous meals.

The recipe of the soul eater is as precious as the alchemist's recipe.

Therefore, the spiritual food is similar to the alchemy, and the processed spiritual food does not have the erysipelas in the elixir.

Of course, if it is not handled well, it is a poison pill.

In front of Yu Xian was a bowl of porridge made of dragon tooth rice, and a breakfast called eight-flavor shrimp dumplings.

It is said that it takes three months to feed a small river shrimp called Lingxi shrimp with a secret feed made from eight different medicinal herbs, and finally go through more than a dozen processes to make an ordinary eight-flavor shrimp dumpling.

It sounds like a hassle, but it's delicious.

Yu Xian felt that this spirit stone was not in vain.

You must know that this cook's monthly salary is as high as five spirit stones, and the ingredients are provided by the Zhao family, which can be called a high-paying profession.

Enjoy slowly too early.

Yu Xian was thinking about whether he should go to the training academy to train the girl in the opera class today, or go to the Fang Market to drink tea.

The young woman's head hinted to him a few days ago that his female apprentice had grown up, which made him itch and wanted to see where it was.

Practice is the only way to know the truth.

Suddenly.

A tiger roar came.

Yu Xian's complexion changed slightly, and he stood up, and in another moment, his figure had disappeared.

……

In a dimly lit bedroom.

The air was rotten and dead, mixed with a slight stench, like the smell of rotten meat.

Bang dang.

The door opened, and sunlight poured in, dispelling the darkness in the room.

A pair of cloudy eyes opened, and a smile appeared on Zhao Laozu's skinny and thin face.

"I knew you'd come."

Yu Xian's face was expressionless: "In the end, we will always give you a ride." ”

After hollowing out Zhao Laozu's formation knowledge, Zhao Laozu lay in this dark house for three years.

He was never a generous man.

If Zhao Laozu wants to kill him, then he naturally won't say anything humanitarian to him.

Now, Zhao Laozu's limit has finally arrived.

Originally, he had at least ten or twenty years to live, but if he was doing some means of prolonging his life, he might not live for thirty years.

But with a single thought, he could only be reduced to a waste for the rest of his life.

"My parents died early when I was a child, and it was the Zhao family who raised me. At that time, the family was not big, and everyone's hearts were very close, and they all wanted to build the family well.

Later, for the sake of my practice, several uncles took the initiative to stop practicing and save resources for me.

I entered Shangyang City, became a real boy, and became the ancestor of the foundation, and the Zhao family rose and prospered because of me.

The real person said that I had too many distractions, and also said that I was hopeful, but I was worried too much about the family, and I missed the road to the future.

But in my heart, the family is heavier than my Jindan Avenue, and I always want the Zhao family to become the best.

But I am always indecisive, so that I sit back and watch the old people in the clan damage the public and private interests, secretly persecute the foundation building seeds but are unwilling to punish, and finally lead you to be a knife.

I hate you because of this.

I've been thinking a lot lately that if I had died that day in the Demon Beast Siege, maybe things wouldn't have been as bad as they are now.

Yu Daoyou, I'm sorry. ”

Zhao Laozu's eyes were round, and he was panting in his mouth, as if he couldn't breathe, but he still forced himself to breathe and said:

"I'm going to die, but I don't blame you, it's me who moved the delusion, and this is the punishment I deserve."

He wanted to turn his head, wanting to reflect the appearance of Yu Xian in his mind.

But all he saw was a cloud of black mist, a tiger roar in his ears, and his rotten soul was pulled into darkness, and then his consciousness sank forever.

Roar!

The ghost tiger swallowed the soul of a monk who had cultivated in the middle stage of foundation building, and his breath rose suddenly, and the black mist in his eyes skyrocketed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the fog with few ghosts, there was suddenly a tall figure.

Yu Xian stood in the shadow of the backlight, stopped for a while, and saw that there were no moths in Zhao Laozu's corpse, so he waved his hand and dispersed.

Not a little while.

A big bell rang in the ancestral hall of the Zhao family, and the news of the ancestor's sitting spread in all directions.

(End of chapter)