Chapter Ninety-Seven: Three Years in a Hurry

"Go, go, you lead the way. Mingyue grinned.

Qing Yao pointed to the northeast direction and said in a cold voice: "Devil Forest Hunting." ”

After finishing speaking, the aura was injected into the flying sword, turning into a cyan rainbow and disappearing into the vision of Mingyue and the little wolf.

Mingyue laughed and waved her hand, patted the little wolf on the back and said, "Go to the Devil Forest." ”

The little wolf responded and ran to the northeast.

On the other side, Chen Chuan and the three of them came to Chen Xingze's wooden house and told Chen Xingze in detail about the mining of red copper ore.

Chen Xingze didn't agree with Chen Chuan's proposal, after all, in his heart, Chen Chuan's cultivation was ranked first, and if Chen Chuan's cultivation was delayed because of mining ore, it would be worth the loss.

"Fourth uncle, these two ore resources are not easy to come by, we must mine as much as possible before they are discovered, so as to lay the foundation for the future development of the family. ”

"If you're worried about my cultivation slowing down, then there's no need, my cultivation has been improving a bit too fast in the past few years, and it is actually very necessary to properly slow down my cultivation and stabilize the foundation of Qi refining. ”

After Chen Chuan's explanation, Chen Xingze finally agreed, and also made a decision, from now on, all the clansmen in the family who can participate in the mining will enter the mine, even if the root of the mine is destroyed, the amount of mining must be increased.

Walking out of the wooden house, there was a drizzle of early spring in the sky, and occasionally a gust of wind blew, but there was also a hint of coldness.

Chen Chuan stood beneath the rushing waterfall, looking up at the misty sky, letting the drizzle fall on his face.

The rain kept falling, and in the blink of an eye, three years were rushed......

In the past three years, Chen Chuan has always welcomed the first spring rain under the waterfall, and this year is no exception.

Dressed in a white robe, he stood quietly at the bottom of the waterfall, his posture was much taller than three years ago, and his deep eyes had more mature wisdom.

Behind him stood a white, white boy, about five or six years old, with black hair a little messy and covered in mud.

The little boy was a little cold by the spring rain, and looked at Chen Chuan's back with a trembling body.

"Zhiyu, you're going to test the spiritual root next month, do you have any ideas?" Chen Chuan called out the name of the little boy, it was Chen Zhiyu, who was about to turn six years old.

Chen Zhiyu's dark eyes turned left and right, thought for a while and said, "Father, the child doesn't expect the Heavenly Spirit Root, I am very satisfied if it can be a Double Spirit Root." ”

"I'm not greedy or angry, but I'm more calm than me, have you read all the books you read?" Chen Chuan turned around and looked at Chen Zhiyu with his eyes.

The eyes of the four are facing each other, except for the difference in the size of the eyes, the eyes of the two are so similar, as if they are the same person.

"I've read it all, and my mother has examined me. Chen Zhiyu clenched his fists and bent over.

Chen Chuan nodded with satisfaction, walked up to Chen Zhiyu, half-squatted down, patted Chen Zhiyu on the shoulder and said, "You are my son, no matter what the spiritual root test is next month, you must give me a hard time to cultivate." ”

"The child understood. "Chen Zhiyu is very sensible, not like a six-year-old child.

"Alright, go play, cherish your last month as a mortal. Touching Chen Zhiyu's wet hair, Chen Chuan said with a smile.

Chen Zhiyu nodded and ran towards the wooden house, but after running out a few steps, he turned around and asked, "Father, why did you hide my identity before?" ”

Chen Chuan breathed a sigh of relief and said, "If your mother hadn't told you quietly, I would have kept it hidden forever." ”

Chen Zhiyu frowned in confusion, shook his little head, and ran into the distance with questions, leaving muddy footprints all the way.

Soon after Chen Zhiyu left, a woman walked out of the silverstone mine.

The woman held a peachwood flying sword in her hand, dressed in a white robe neatly and neatly, she walked out of the silverstone mine cave and walked towards Chen Chuan at the bottom of the waterfall.

The woman is none other than Chen Feng, who has been in retreat for three years, in fact, it is not a complete three-year retreat, Chen Feng came out a year ago, and went to Beishang City.

After returning from Beishangcheng, Chen Feng went into retreat again, and had just been out of the customs a few days ago.

Chen Chuan watched Chen Feng come and greeted him with a smile.

"Sister Chen Feng, why did you come out? Shouldn't the sequelae of the retreat be eliminated?"

Retreat cultivation, most of the time is spent meditating and breathing, and sitting cross-legged for a long time will make the physical body unable to match the growth of spiritual power cultivation, so it is necessary to recover for a few days after leaving the customs to allow the body to fully adapt to the growth of spiritual power.

"The body is almost recovered, and the fourth uncle asked me to come to you and discuss things together. Chen Feng came to Chen Chuan.

"Is the fourth uncle in the Silverstone Mine Cave? Chen Chuan raised his feet and was about to go to the Silverstone Mine.

"Wait, I have something for you. Chen Feng pulled Chen Chuan's arm, his expression a little cold.

Chen Chuan stopped, looked at Chen Feng with his eyes, and said, "You say." ”

"I want to garrison Beishang City. ”