Chapter 5 Jin Nan's Coffin Benefits His Children and Grandchildren
The moon was bright and the stars were sparse, Henghua took his maid and guards to the back mountain secretly.
Panlong Island looks like an entrenched dragon. The dragon head is in the middle, where the Dragon Head Peak is located. The two claws are the front door. Together with the dragon head, dragon beads, and dragon heart, they form the Panlong Pavilion building complex, occupying the front and middle part of the island.
Langhuan Pavilion is located at the rear of the Panlong Pavilion complex, on the land of Kanyuan. Two hills further back from Langhuan Pavilion, you will reach the "Tibetan Cloud Forest Sea" at the tail of the dragon, which is also known as the "back mountain".
After passing Jianlong Peak, the terrain of the back mountain gradually becomes gentle, and the hills are covered with lush green forests.
The three of them carefully avoided the patrol and came to the Phoebe Forest. Nowadays, there are not many old trees that are more than three hundred years old in the forest. Ancient trees that are more than five hundred years old are even rarer.
The target chosen by Henghua can be said to be the "King of Trees" in this nanmu forest.
But here, someone took the lead.
The forest shadows danced, the moonlight shone down, and there was a special kind of tranquility. A middle-aged man wearing a blue scholar's robe stood in front of Nanmu King and was casting a spell.
Henghua gestured slightly, and Hengshou stepped forward with a candle and lantern.
When the candlelight illuminated the man's figure, Henghua was stunned and said, "Uncle Nineteen, why are you here?"
The Fu family's three halls and eighteen lines, in addition to the small ordering of each branch of each hall, there is also a large ordering of the whole family.
Fu Heyi was born in Baiyu Hall, and in the Fu family's ranking, he is Fu Henghua's uncle, number nineteen. He and Fu Beidou, the golden elixir great monk who is called "seventeenth uncle" by Henghua and Xiangfeng, are the same mother. .
"It's Henghua."
Fu He turned around and saw Fu Henghua coming with two servants. He greeted with a smile: "Why are you such a bookworm reluctant to leave the library?"
"The moonlight is pretty tonight, let's go out for a walk. Uncle Nineteen, when did you come to Panlong Island?"
"I came here a few days ago to help my second sister-in-law deliver something."
Henghua glanced at Xiaoyu beside him.
Xiaoyu clasped his hands together as if begging for mercy.
Hengshou was withdrawn and taciturn, and Henghua never left the Langhuan Pavilion. It was Xiaoyu who was responsible for inquiring about news from outside. But Xiaoyu was busy these days and had no idea Fuhe came to the island.
I was giving something to my second aunt, could it be those gold threads...
Henghua was thinking when he suddenly saw the formation arranged under the tree.
"Uncle Nineteen, this is the 'Rejuvenation and Spirit Ascension Array'. What do you want to do when you arrange it here? Upgrade the quality of the tree heart?"
"Yes, this tree will be able to produce a first-grade treasure wood in three years. I would like to mention the time and improve the quality by the way."
Ordinary trees have gone through time. When felling trees, secret techniques must be used to gather the spiritual energy into one point and take the heart of the tree as precious wood. The birth of a precious tree means the death of a tree.
Henghua thought about it and felt something was wrong.
First-grade treasure wood is just a material for refining weapons and elixirs for monks in the third level of the ninth level. If Henghua was not restricted and the clan did not allow the exchange of materials in this area, he would not have to worry at all.
"Isn't this nanmu suitable for making flying sword tools? Is it for making firewood? First-grade treasure wood is used for firewood. Could it be that Uncle Seventeen wants to open a furnace to make swords?"
"It's for making a coffin." Fu Heyi said as he took out the white jade bottle and sprinkled the spiritual liquid on the roots of the tree.
From bottom to top, little green rays of light fly out from the old nan tree, and the crown becomes increasingly green.
After a cup of tea, spiritual energy filled the tree's entire body, and it already had the quality of a first-grade precious wood.
"Three Mysterious Spiritual Waters?"
"Hundred Wood Spiritual Mirror" records that this kind of spiritual water is made from the wind, the essence of the earth, the sun and the moon, and can improve the quality of low-quality treasure wood.
"Yes. It's Sanxuan Shui. And it was made by my brother himself."
Fu Beidou?
Henghua pondered the question: "How can the Sanxuan Water that Uncle Seventeen personally mixed be used on a mere nanmu? Isn't this water enough to enlighten the spiritual tree?"
This water does not need to go to the forest farm over at Baiyutang, but to Panlong Island. What is this for?
Take the initiative to show your favor? Or declare Baiyutang’s sovereignty over Panlong Island?
Fu Henghua turned around with various thoughts.
"It's to cultivate the spirit tree. My brother's intention is to give birth to a spirit tree heart as much as possible. After all..."
Fuhe looked at Henghua, thought for a while, and felt that this was an opportunity to show his goodwill.
"This is to make a birthday coffin for Uncle Danwei."
Suddenly, Henghua's expression changed.
"Birthday coffin? Grandfather's birthday coffin should be made of nanmu?"
"right."
When Fuhe saw Henghua's change of expression, he thought to himself: This kid has a special status. Even if our family takes over Panlong Island, Langhuan Pavilion will still be managed by him. In the future, Henghua's help will be indispensable for the calculation of my family's descendants' skills. Why not sell him a good deal? He embodies the kindness of our Baiyutang.
So, Fuhe smiled and said: "This nanmu forest was planted by Uncle Danwei after he landed on the island. He was nostalgic and said that this batch of nanmu had commemorative significance and planned to turn it into a longevity coffin.
"But in this nanmu forest, the oldest one is only six hundred years old. My brother thinks that Baomu is not worthy of Uncle Danwei's status, so he specially ordered me to upgrade. Uncle Danwei is our family's great golden elixir monk, why should I do it?" Make a wooden coffin."
After listening to Fu Heyi's words, Xiao Yu thought to himself: Beidou Sword Immortal is indeed as morally noble as the rumors say. If he takes Bai Yutang as the master, even if the young master cannot extend his life for the old master, he will not be too sad in the future.
But looking at Fu Henghua again, he had a gloomy face and cold eyes, staring at Fu Heyi.
"I didn't know that Uncle Seventeen had put so much trouble into the old man's coffin. Uncle Nineteen was specially invited to upgrade the quality of the nanmu, but we were negligent."
Hearing his young master's words, Xiaoyu felt a chill in his heart.
The last time the young master behaved like this was when Wei Xingyu came to pick a fight.
Fuhe didn't notice Henghua's anger and continued to smile: "Haha... It's okay, it's okay, we are all a family. Uncle Danwei didn't live long, but after all, he devoted his life to our family. We can't let the old man go. Too shabby.”
Ten years of life, in the eyes of ordinary people, is half a foot in the earth, and it is time to prepare for the funeral.
"By the way, let other clan members see Bai Yutang's good intentions?" Henghua sneered, "Showing his kindness to our family?"
Bai Yutang did not want the old man to be buried lightly, so he specially sent Sanxuan Lingshui to upgrade the quality of the treasure wood.
As long as this nanmu is upgraded to the first grade, or even to the level of a low-grade spiritual tree. If such a coffin is taken out, others will only praise Beidou for being generous to others and respecting the elders.
However, Henghua knew in his heart that the longevity tree chosen by his old man was the Panlong spiritual tree that suppressed Panlong Island's luck.
"Hundred Woods Lingjian" records: Panlong wood, a genus of spiritual trees, is born in the spiritual cave of dragon veins, inherits the wind and luster, calms the luck and feng shui. When it is first born, the color of the wood is bright yellow, and the skin is like snake scales. After three hundred years, The color of the wood turns to gold, which is the second-grade spiritual wood of the lower grade. After five hundred years, the golden scales become like a dragon, and it is the first-grade spiritual wood of the inferior grade. After another five hundred years, the dragon takes the shape of flying into the sky, which is the third grade of the upper grade."
The Panlong Wood at the core of the spiritual roots of Panlong Island was grown five hundred years ago, but now it can cut down lower-grade spiritual trees.
Twenty years ago, when the eldest elder came to visit, Henghua was serving the elder. He once heard his old man chatting with the eldest elder and laughing at himself: "Third uncle, there is no need to worry. Thirty years later, my nephew closed his eyes and pretended to be a dragon. In the longevity coffin. Buried together with my father and mother, it means I have no regrets in this life."
Use a low-grade third-grade spiritual wood to replace the old man's longevity coffin with a low-grade first-grade spiritual wood?
When Fuhe heard Henghua's tone, he felt something was wrong.
Then, Henghua's tone became a little softer: "Uncle Nineteen, I remember that my grandfather's coffin was planned to be made of dragon wood."
Fu He smiled and said: "How is that possible? The Panlong Spirit Tree is the luck tree that suppresses Panlong Island. Even if the spirit tree breaks off its branches and does not hurt lives, it will take hundreds of years to restore the spirit branches."
The biggest difference between spiritual wood and ordinary wood lies in the materials used to make it. There is no need to force the spirit wood to extract the core, just break off a branch at random and it will be the spiritual wood. However, breaking off the branches to harvest the wood will also damage the vitality, and it will take a long time to repair.
"Uncle Nineteen, do you think I am a three-year-old?"
Why is there a jade ax used for logging in the Langhuan Hall warehouse? That is what the old man is preparing to chop Panlong wood.
Twenty years ago, Henghua listened to the words of the great elder and his grandfather, and directly interrupted his grandfather's dejected words. He took the jade ax to his warehouse and promised to extend his grandfather's life, and gave up the idea of making a coffin.
Unexpectedly, Bai Yutang has already begun preparations for the old man’s funeral?
You are not allowed to use Panlong wood!
Also, if the old man is not around in a few years, Bai Yutang will take over Panlong Island. The Panlong Spiritual Wood will naturally fall into their hands, and of course they will be reluctant to part with it.
Thinking again about Fu Heyi's words just now, Henghua's voice was filled with anger: "Second aunt has been making treasure clothes recently. I'm afraid she's preparing a shroud for the old man instead of just a few of us? Uncle Nineteen is here, it's Uncle Seventeen You mean, you want to help my grandfather prepare for his funeral?"
Shouting coffin, shroud, looking back, did Baiyutang personally take over the funeral of his grandfather? At the funeral, he openly announced to other tribesmen that Baiyutang had settled on Panlong Island and kicked out the direct descendants of Baihuangtang?
"Henghua, Henghua, don't get angry. This is something that the adults have discussed. You juniors should not pay attention to it. Don't worry, Uncle Danwei will personally agree to it, and no one will force him to do it."
Is this still necessary?
Uncle Seventeen is in the spotlight. He cultivated the golden elixir at the age of 300. He is only 500 years old now. He can serve the Fu family for thousands of years in the future. The old man feels that he has only ten years left to live. For the sake of us descendants, I can only accept you. suggestions.
Fu Henghua's eyes flickered: Our Baihuangtang is weak, and the great elder at Xugutang only has one or two hundred years to live. In the future of the Fu family, Uncle Seventeen will be the talker.
Thinking about it again, now even the old man is not allowed to use the Panlong wood. Then the old man’s burial shroud, the five-spirited cloud clothes with the specifications of the spiritual weapon, may not be used.
That set of Yunshang has extremely strong defensive power and is most suitable for swordsmen like Uncle Seventeen to defend themselves.
"Xiaoyu, Lingbo Hongguang Curse."
"Hengshou, wear the iron lotus."
Hengshou and Xiaoyu heard the order and took action immediately.
When Fuhe saw Henghua's maid swinging her fragrant sleeves and the white light clouds floating over the nanmu forest, he was shocked: "Henghua, what are you going to do!"
Hengshou put on his finger and looked like a tiger or a wolf, and instantly rushed in front of Fu Heyi.
Seeing Zhihu shining with lightning and feeling Hengshou's foundation-building power as thick as a mountain, Fuhe's expression changed and he quickly retreated.
He majored in formations and had weak melee combat abilities. Faced with Hengshou, who specialized in physical skills and was a killer, he decisively chose to give in.
"Henghua, are you going to take action against Uncle Nineteen?"
Secretly holding the three formation flags, Fu Heyi pretended to be relaxed and said: "If you want to compete with Uncle Nineteen, let's go to the martial arts field now. Don't let——"
The three formation flags quickly rose and turned into a green light formation to block Hengshou's fist.
Suddenly, a gust of breeze quickly penetrated my body from behind.
Fuhe Yiyi had no time to resist, and the Changchun True Essence in his body divided into hundreds of channels, sealing the acupoints one by one.
"My nephew is not good at fighting, and my uncle is not an expert in fighting. Should we go to the martial arts field and let others laugh?"
"you--"
Fuhe looked at Henghua with wide eyes.
Just one move to confine one's own magic power?
"Don't look at me like that, my nephew. Have you forgotten? I should help you deduce your exercises. The routes of your exercises and even the flaws in the door are like candles in the night, they are too conspicuous."
Henghua is a giant in thought and a dwarf in action.
He can clearly see the flaws in his opponent, but he does not have the corresponding ability to hit the flaw door.
But with the help of Hengshou and Xiaoyu, he can take advantage of the opportunity to make a sneak attack and easily deal with beings of the same level.
Plop!
Fuhe fell to the ground, unable to move because his acupoints were closed.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
Squatting down, Heng Hua gently patted the dirt off his body: "Okay, don't be angry. Just rest for now. I'll make amends to you later when I have time."
Looking at the Nanshu tree in front of him, whose aura was getting stronger and stronger, Henghua said calmly: "Uncle Seventeen sent me this great gift, and my nephew happily accepted it. In the future, he will naturally not forget his share when deducing the technique. But
Regarding my old man’s death, I don’t need Uncle Seventeen to worry about it.”
Henghua spit out magic power from his palm and sealed Fu Heyi's Niwan Palace, causing him to fall into coma.
"Xiaoyu, go to Uncle Nineteen's residence and put up a sign for him to practice in seclusion. Don't let anyone come and disturb him."
Xiaoyu stared at the unconscious Fu Heyi on the ground: "Master, do you plan to hide it?"
"Panlong Island, the Fu family's place, could I dare to kill people?"
When Henghua spoke, he looked far away in the direction of Longshou Peak.
It was also in these years that the old man's mentality was decadent and he was too lazy to pay attention. In previous years, his grandfather's spiritual consciousness enveloped Panlong Island. He would have noticed it as soon as he made a move here.
"I can't kill Uncle Nineteen, and I can't let him go. I can't handle it if I mess with Uncle Seventeen. So I'll keep him under house arrest for now, and I won't make any calculations after I rebuild."
Xiaoyu responded and hurried to Fu Heyi's courtyard.
Henghua picked up the formation flags and Sanxuan Lingshui scattered on the ground, and continued to upgrade the nanmu.
"Hengshou, don't stand still, get ready to chop down the tree."
Hengshou carried the jade ax and hesitated: "Young Master, do you really want to offend Master Nineteenth? If things get serious, I won't be able to protect you."
Fu Heyi is Fu Beidou's younger brother, and ten years later, Bai Yutang will settle on Panlong Island. Don't you have to be blamed everywhere on someone else's territory?
"You talk a lot today."
Hengshou was helpless and silently thought, I can't really watch something happen to you, right?
If not for this tree, if you attack the Nineteenth Master and start a private fight within the clan, the old master will punish you. After the punishment, Bai Yutang will not give up.
"Don't worry, I have a sense of discretion. The old man is really desperate right now. I must give him some hope before I can do anything."
He was willing to give up all the wood in his coffin.
When had the old man ever wronged himself so much?
After all, isn't it for the sake of these useless children and grandchildren?
Thinking about the old man's various matchmaking efforts in the past few years, Henghua is not a fool who really doesn't understand anything.
Each of these piles is paving the way for future generations.
Thinking back to Wei Xingyu who came to play ten years ago, Henghua suddenly felt that he was only allowed to die once, which was a bit sorry for the old man's grievance.
Given the old man's violent temper and being bullied, how angry should he feel?
How should you hold back your anger when you see yourself losing to Wei Xingyu?
Although he lost on purpose, the old man didn't know.
"The Wei family dared to bully the old man, who was about to end his life, and came to show off his power. He went to court, no, just in the past few years. I instigated the four families to join forces. No matter what, I had to take the clan members to his house to make a fuss and destroy his family ancestors.
The memorial tablet on the ground was moved to the old man to vent his anger."