"The second uncle and the fourteenth uncle fought, and the fourteenth uncle seemed to be crazy. A young man in his thirties said to Chen Xingze.

"I saw a dirt snake. A little girl grabbed Chen Chuan's arm with tears in her eyes.

This little girl is Chen Chuan's niece, named Chen Zhixin, who is only nine years old this year, and is a monk of the Three Spirit Roots, who has the hope of cultivating to the foundation building period.

The fourth uncle looked at Chen Chuan, Chen Chuan was really knowledgeable, and he wanted to hear what Chen Chuan had to say.

Chen Chuan sighed: "Uncle Fourteen should have been controlled by his natal object, and his spiritual wisdom was eroded by the earth snake. ”

When the surrounding clansmen heard this, they all exclaimed, being controlled by the natal object is a typical example of the failure of the foundation, so the fourteenth uncle failed to build the foundation.

"If that's the case, then we can only wait, wait for the final result on the mountain. The fourth uncle sat on the pile of rocks, the autumn wind blew through his body, and he aged a lot in an instant.

Time passed slowly, and there was no sleep all night.

Early in the morning of the second day, before the dense fog in the mountains had dissipated, Chen Chuan and others saw a young man walking out of the dense fog.

The young man was holding a Xuantie flying sword, his white robe was tattered, and the blood stains on the white robe were bright red and eye-catching.

This is Chen Yan who walked down from Zhaobi Mountain, he did not come from the imperial sword, but on foot.

"Nephew, what's wrong?" the fourth uncle's voice trembled a little, and even choked a little.

"Uncle Fourteen was thrown into the prison by me and my second uncle, and I cut off Uncle Fourteen's legs. Chen Yan's hand holding the flying sword kept shaking, and his hideous cheeks were filled with fear and self-blame.

"Brother Jiu, it's not your fault. Chen Chuan didn't have time to grieve, so he comforted Chen Yandao for the first time.

He knew very well the importance of his state of mind to the monk, and if Chen Yan had a change in his mind because of cutting off the legs of the fourteenth uncle at this time, then Chen Yan's future would be very difficult.

Chen Yan shook his head, threw away the Xuantie Flying Sword in his hand, and fell to the ground heavily, the sound of his knees smashing on the rocks broke people's hearts.

"The success rate of building the foundation is only forty percent, and if there is one building the foundation pill, it is only a sixty percent probability, and the fourteenth uncle can realize that the natal object is already very strong, and now he has just lost a pair of legs, as long as the life is still there, we have hope. Chen Chuan picked up the flying sword on the ground and handed it to Chen Yan.

The Xuantie Flying Sword was a bit heavy, but Chen Chuan still gritted his teeth and picked it up.

"What, you said that Uncle Fourteen still has a chance to recover?" Chen Yan grabbed Chen Chuan's shoulder and asked with a vigorous shake.

"It is recorded in ancient books that the loss of spiritual wisdom when building the foundation is mostly caused by the heart knot, as long as the fourteenth uncle's heart knot is opened, it should be recovered. Chen Chuan said very seriously.

These are not things he made up nonsense, but the conclusions he came to after reading countless books on cultivation.

"Then let's go up the mountain and open the knot in Uncle Fourteen's heart. Chen Yan pulled Chen Chuan excitedly.

Chen Chuan shook his head helplessly, looked at the flustered Ninth Brother, and had no choice but to cooperate with him and walk towards the mountain.

The fourth uncle and other clansmen also followed behind Chen Chuan and the others, and walked towards Zhaobi Mountain.

It wasn't until the sun was shining that a group of people came to the location halfway up the mountain, and there were many caves in the middle of the mountain, all of which were used for the cultivation of the clansmen.

The clansmen who followed behind Chen Yan did not continue to go up the mountain, but each returned to their own caves.

The fourth uncle didn't follow Chen Chuan and Chen Yan, he didn't want to see the fourteenth brother who lost his legs, he couldn't bear to see that kind of picture.

Along the way, Chen Chuan continued to guide Chen Yan, a sixteen-year-old boy with a steady heart that adults do not have.

Under Chen Chuan's guidance and comfort, Chen Yan calmed down a lot, and slowly saw the matter of cutting off Uncle Fourteen's legs.

When Chen Chuan and the others came to the top of the mountain, they heard a terrible scream, which was very familiar to the two of them, and it was the voice of their fourteenth uncle.

There is a mountain prison at the top of Mt. Terubi, which was built many years ago during the war with other clans to hide and hide.

Coming to the entrance of the mountain prison, Chen Chuan saw the pale-faced second uncle Chen Qingze.

He has been guarding the entrance of the mountain prison, for fear that something will happen to Chen Jinze inside.

"Second uncle, are you okay?" asked Chen Chuan worriedly.

"What are you doing here?" Chen Qingze said a little angrily when he saw that it was Chen Chuan.

"When building the foundation, I lost my mind, mostly because the monk had a knot, I don't know what kind of knot Uncle Fourteen has?" Chen Chuan looked at the fourteenth uncle who was locked by iron chains through the gap in the stone door at the entrance of the cave in the mountain dungeon.

Seeing Uncle Fourteen's broken leg that was still bleeding, Chen Chuan's clenched teeth gurgled.

"Heart knot, his heart knot can only be your uncle. Chen Qingze sighed, he didn't know what else to do except sigh.

Hearing what the second uncle said, Chen Chuan shook his head and slowly closed his eyes.

If the knot in the heart of the fourteenth uncle is really an uncle, then no one here can save the fourteenth uncle, and the bell must be tied to the bell, and the knot of the fourteenth uncle can only be untied by the uncle.

But it has been fifty years since the uncle left the Chen family, and no one knows where he is.

The three of them sat at the mouth of the mountain cell at the top of the mountain, sitting quietly, and sitting for a day.

It wasn't until the sun set in the west that the second uncle Chen Qingze regained his mood and said to Chen Yan: "Go and call all the Qi refining period clansmen in the clan to the top of the mountain." ”

Chen Jinze has failed to build a foundation, Chen Qingze, as the pillar of the Chen family, cannot continue to grieve, the plan to cultivate Chen Chuan must continue, and the continuation of the family cannot stop.

In the dark night, there were more than a dozen people gathered at the top of Zhaobi Mountain, except for Chen Chuan, the others were all Chen family Qi refining period cultivators.

The cool breeze blew, and Chen Qingze said: "The old fourteen failed to build the foundation, and I called everyone over today just to explain some things to everyone." ”

Everyone's expressions were very lonely, and everyone knew very well how the family's loss of a ninth-level cultivator in the Qi refining stage would have a huge impact on the family.

Looking at the declining expressions of the clansmen, Chen Qingze continued: "Chen Yan and I are going to Chang'an City, the largest city in the northwest, and the family affairs will be presided over by the fourth child after I leave. ”

"Bring all the clansmen in the village to the top of the mountain, then cut off the way up the mountain, and persist in spending the coming winter, if Chen Yan and I have not returned in the spring, you will scatter in all directions, and you should be able to eat a full meal in the mundane world by relying on the skills you have learned." ”

"Second brother, don't worry, I will do my best to protect the safety of my clansmen, but do you want to send Chen Chuan to Zhang's house?" Chen Xingze bowed his hand, and the latter sentence deliberately lowered his voice, only Chen Qingze could hear it.

Chen Qingze shook his head and whispered: "No, although the Zhang family is sheltering us, if the Zhang family knows Chen Chuan's Tianlinggen qualifications, they will definitely not let Chen Chuan feel better, if I don't come back, let Chen Chuan be an ordinary person." ”

After Chen Qingze finished speaking, he glanced at Chen Yan, and the two walked down the mountain one after the other.

Chen Chuan looked at the two backs, and his heart was indescribably sad and emotional, if the Chen family wants to prosper, there is only one way to cultivate him.

He himself knew very well that if he had an ice attribute exercise, he could successfully build a foundation within thirty years and produce a golden pill within a hundred years.

He is the Heavenly Spirit Root, and he doesn't need to worry about building the foundation, because the probability of the success of the Heavenly Spirit Root Foundation Building is more than eighty percent.

The autumn wind blew cooler and cooler, Chen Chuan shivered on the platform on the top of the mountain, and those clansmen in the Qi refining period also sighed for a long time, everyone was still immersed in the pain of the failure of the fourteenth uncle to build the foundation, and the worry of the second uncle and Chen Yan leaving.

Looking at the white moon in the sky, Chen Chuan secretly vowed that he must persevere and lead the Chen family to rise.

This sense of honor for the family is accumulated one by one over the years, and everyone in the entire Chen family has a strong sense of family mission and honor, which is brought in the blood and sublimated in growth.

Many days later, dozens of wooden houses were erected on the top of Zhaobi Mountain.

In the mountain prison on the side of the mountain, there was a roar from time to time, and the third grandmother sat at the mouth of the mountain cell with a small bench, saying things that others could not understand.

In the village below the mountain, there were a few young men, carrying oxen and horse-drawn carts, pulling all kinds of daily agricultural goods, walking towards Zhaobi Mountain, and after they left, the whole village was silent.

A gust of wind blew, and the old locust tree at the head of the village rattled, and all the leaves of the entire tree fell in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, the weather has entered the late autumn season.

It has been two full months since the second uncle and Chen Yan left Zhaobi Mountain, and it has been a month since the Chen family completely sealed Zhaobi Mountain.

Chen Chuan sat at the highest point of Zhaobi Mountain, looking at the endless Lotus Mountain Range.

The grass and trees have long since withered, and only the winter plum seems to be stubborn to meet the cold winter.

Occasionally hearing the roar of a beast in the depths of the Lotus Mountain Range, Chen Chuan could feel that he was still in the cultivation realm, and there was a vast world outside.

"Uncle Chen Chuan, we caught a tiger beast, what do you want a tiger skin for?" Chen Chuan's calm was broken by a rough voice.

The person who spoke was named Chen Zhirong, a member of the Chen family, a second-level Qi refining monk, and his age was twelve years older than Chen Chuan, but he still had to call Chen Chuan an uncle, after all, Chen Chuan's generation was relatively old.

Among the clansmen of the Chen family, Chen Zhirong and Chen Zhixin are very talented, and they are the clansmen that the Chen family focuses on cultivating.

"Use animal skins to make some spiritual runes, I don't have spiritual power to draw talismans, I can teach you to draw them. Chen Chuan said.

In the past month, Chen Chuan has been thinking about how to help the family get out of trouble, they can't just die like this, they have to do something, so he came up with a way to teach the people of the Qi Refining Period to draw spirit runes.

There are two main types of runes: offensive runes and defensive runes.

There are also many ways to refine spirit runes, monks with low cultivation can draw on paper or animal skin with pen and ink, and monks with high cultivation can directly communicate with heaven and earth and borrow pen talismans from the way of heaven.

However, refining the spirit rune is very energy-consuming, because the spirit rune is very complex, and there can be no deviation in the slightest stroke, and the success rate of the cultivator in the Qi refining period refining the first-grade spirit rune is less than thirty percent.

"Fourth Grandpa asked us to practice the exercises to improve our cultivation, is it too much of a waste of time to make spirit runes?" Chen Zhirong asked a little puzzled.

"It's okay, I'll talk to the fourth uncle. Chen Chuan said.

While the two were talking, they came to the cabin of the fourth uncle Chen Xingze.

After Chen Chuan informed the fourth uncle of his thoughts, the fourth uncle agreed with Chen Chuan's opinion without any objection.

Now there are no extra spirit stones in the family for everyone to cultivate, everyone's improvement is extremely slow, and the overall combat effectiveness of the family can be improved by refining spirit runes, so the fourth uncle has no reason not to agree.

After obtaining the consent of the fourth uncle, Chen Chuan got into his wooden house, and it took three days to enter.