"Brother, when will your eldest son come back?" Several big men were chatting here in a field in Wangjia Village. At this time, a strong man asked Wang Hongyu.

Wang Hongyu, who was sitting on the ground drinking water, couldn't help but frown and sighed: "I don't know about Hongguo, but it should be soon."

The strong man who was talking to Wang Hongyu was named Wang Hongguo, Wang Hongyu's younger brother.

"Hey, I hope Changkong will come back safely." Wang Hongguo was also a little worried.

"Okay, let's not talk about it now. Why do you think about planting these rice seeds first?"

Soon the two began to be busy in the fields again, time passed little by little. When the seeds were planted halfway, Wang Hongguo suddenly looked up and was about to pick up the kettle to drink water. When he raised his head, he saw a figure coming quickly from the top of the mountain in the distance.

The speed was so fast that it was jaw-dropping. After a few breaths, the figure came to the foot of the mountain.

He looked closely and quickly said loudly: "Brother, look at Changkong, Changkong is back."

Wang Hongyu, who heard the sound, quickly looked up and looked into the distance. Seeing his son walking towards him with a smile, he couldn't help but smile on his face.

"Father, son, I have been blessed with my fate and bought back what I need."

"It's good to come back, it's good to come back, I didn't encounter any danger!"

"Don't worry, this time I went out very smoothly."

After seeing his son, Wang Hongyu stopped farming and pulled his son to the house.

However, on the way back, the villagers were really enthusiastic. After saying hello one by one, they returned to their yard.

When I returned home, I saw that the people at home were neatly coming, and there were a few more old men.

When Wang Changkong saw these old men, he had to come forward and greet him: "Changkong has seen several clan elders."

Seeing this, these old men couldn't help but avoid one by one. One of the oldest clan elders looked the oldest, then said: "Changkong, you have become a monk now, so you shouldn't salute us."

This clan elder is the most respected person in Wangjia Village. This respect is not because he is the oldest, but because he has a wide range of knowledge. When he was young, he lived in a town more than 100 miles away for a while. He was also a teacher at Wangjia Village School.

Except for those old men who have never been taught by him, Wang Changkong and his family are all his students, so it is necessary to respect this old man.

The old man looked at Wang Changkong with a little excitement at this time, and asked Wang Changkong with Xiji's eyes: "Changkong, have you bought the spirit measurement ruler?"

Seeing this, he nodded heavily and said, "Don't worry, the clan elder has bought the soul measurement ruler. I will be able to test the spiritual roots for the people in the village tomorrow."

After thinking for a while, he said, "But I will first explain that people over 40 years old should not test their spiritual roots. Even if they test their spiritual roots, they will only increase their worries. After all, after eating ordinary food for decades, they are dirty in the body. Even if they are blocked, they will not go far even if they enter the realm of cultivation. Moreover, they are still in danger of life and cannot be at peace with being a mortal. It is simple. Oh, children under six years old cannot test them. They need to be at least six years old to test whether they have spiritual roots or not."

Listening to Wang Changkong's precautions for testing spiritual roots tomorrow, the old man couldn't help but nodded. He had seen the outside world back then, so he naturally knew more about the matters of cultivators. What Wang Changkong said was common sense.

Moreover, even if mortals over the age of 20 or under the age of 40 start practicing, they will not go too far. As for Wang Changkong's test of these people, it has a purpose. After all, if there are many villagers with spiritual roots, then establish a family.

If you join the group to keep warm, you will also be of great use to your own practice. Those who have spiritual roots over the age of 20 are working for this newly started family to be honest.

I immediately said politely: "I am ugly in the first place. If there are many people who have spiritual roots at that time, I will not train those over 20 years old to test spiritual roots. After all, they are so old that they can only start practicing before they start practicing, unless they have particularly good qualifications."

As for whether those people will be resentful or have some strength to be dissatisfied with themselves, Wang Changkong has no worries about this.

After all, these people have certain family affairs, and then a policy is established, "If the direct descendants of these people have spiritual roots, they can obtain some resources, so that these people will not have any complaints."

Of course, it is not ruled out that some people with extreme thoughts. Although the probability of having such a person in Wangjia Village is very small, even if they have Wang Changkong, they are not afraid at all.

On the way back, I had already tested my spiritual roots for myself. The test results can be said to be very satisfied. The height of the three spiritual roots of gold, wood, water and the golden spiritual roots reached seven inches. Such qualifications can also be said to be the middle and upper-level qualifications in the cultivation world.

Naturally, your own cultivation speed will not be slower. If there is such a person, he will be afraid of his own strength and dare not reveal it.

After agreeing to test the spiritual roots for the village tomorrow, these old tribes left quickly with great sensibility.

After all the clan elders left, they smiled and said, "Father and mother, let's go into the house and I will test your spiritual roots for you."

As he said that, he walked into the house first.

Soon, his parents and several younger brothers walked into the house with some anxiety. Seeing this, Wang Changkong couldn't help but smile. As for worrying that his family had no spiritual roots, he was a little worried.

But I dared to have a 70% chance of being sure that my family has spiritual roots. Not to mention my parents, I just said that my younger brothers should all have spiritual roots. As for why I am so sure.

Don’t forget the colorful gas that came through the flying sword halfway through the way back then. Although I don’t know what it was, it must be a good thing, and it is a good thing that can give birth to spiritual roots.

The reason for this reason is very simple. The flying sword can take it through time, probably because it wants to help it recover, but how can it help it if it cannot become a monk? And it cannot know that this body has spiritual roots. After all, it is still an embryo, and even if the immortal comes, it probably won't be able to see it.

And the flying sword threw itself into this body without hesitation, and there was only one reason left, that is, the colorful gas should be the treasure that can allow mortals to give birth to spiritual roots.

In analogy, the gas has five colors, corresponding to gold, wood, water, fire and earth. It only has three spiritual roots of gold, wood, water, and seven inches of golden roots, and only one and a half inches of wood, water and spirit roots are each, which shows a big problem.

In a ball of gas disappears in the mother's body, the mother should also be bred with spiritual roots. As for the father, it is not necessarily true. This is why only 70% of myself have spiritual roots.

"Changkong, please test your spiritual roots for your younger brothers first."

Wang Changkong, who came to his senses, stopped thinking about it, smiled at his father, then took out the spirit measurement ruler, injected spiritual power and said to his second brother: "Second brother, come first, just drip a drop of blood into the groove."
Chapter completed!