In the courtyard of the Wang family in Heilong Town, in the main hall, an old man with a graceful appearance was sitting in the main seat. He was the head of the Wang family.
On the chair next to the head of the Wang family, sat a young man. The young man looked bookish, wearing a plain robe, and his eyes were bright.
The long fingers of some weak hands are holding a cup of tea at the moment, and wisps of hot steam are steaming on his angular face. Under the clouds and mist, he seems to be somewhat of an immortal.
This scholar-looking man is none other than Wang Chenyang, the eldest son of the Wang family.
"Dad, my second brother left happily last night with a group of people. He must have gone to the girl's house in Lingzhi Village to cause trouble again. He hasn't come back all night. Do you want to send someone to look for her?
"
Wang Chongyang raised his head and looked at his father. The old man sitting in the seat suddenly looked angry.
"Hmph, this prodigal son goes out to cause trouble all day long, and now it is about to reach the critical moment for Xuanjian Sect to recruit disciples. I think back then, you two were still young, so I was reluctant to give two places to you.
But now that you are both adults, it is time for you to join the Xuanjian Sect and step into the path of cultivating immortals. If you can enter the inner gate of Xuanjian Sect, how many Taoist cultivators will not throw themselves into his arms and insist on catching him?
He would not let go of a country girl.
This is a critical moment, and you should step up your practice and strive to enter the Qi Condensation stage before entering the sect selection.
This prodigal son is really good. He doesn't practice properly at this critical moment and goes out to make trouble all day long because of a country girl. The face of my Wang family has almost been lost by this little brat."
The head of the Wang family became more and more angry as he talked. He immediately grabbed a tea cup and threw it out. When Wang Chenyang saw this scene, he ordered his servants to sweep away the debris.
"Father, don't be too angry. The second brother's character is a bit loose, but he still has a very high talent. He has only been around for half a year, and the second brother has already entered the stage of trapped energy.
The trapped energy will be perfected soon, and there is still half a year before the disciple recruitment meeting, which is enough for the two of us to enter the stage of practicing energy."
After saying that, Wang Chenyang looked at the servant next to him and immediately said to the servant: "Go and gather a few servants and go to Ganoderma Village to persuade the second young master to come back."
The boy looked up at Wang Chenyang, without saying much, and was about to get up and leave. He only heard someone knocking open the door to the inner courtyard of Wang's house.
The group of people in the room looked toward the door, only to see the group of people following Wang Qianye returning with embarrassed faces.
But Wang Qianye was covered in blood, lying on a simple stretcher, motionless, with one hand missing, and the gloomy broken bones could be seen at a glance at the incision.
"Young master, master, when we went to Ganoderma lucidum village, we met a casual cultivator.
The casual cultivator not only injured us, but also knocked the second young master down, cut off an arm, and used spiritual energy to break all the meridians in the second young master's body. We fought desperately to save the second young master.
"
The head of the Wang family, who had been so angry just now, saw that he was lying on a stretcher, half dead. He struggled to stand up from his seat and staggered to walk to Wang Qianye.
Just as he took a step forward, the head of the Wang family's eyes went dark and he fainted.
Wang Chenyang quickly supported the head of the Wang family with quick hands and eyes, only to hear him murmuring breathlessly: "Quickly...quickly...ring the house bell...save...
Save...let someone come and save your second brother."
"Come, come quickly." Wang Chenyang immediately put down his reserve and shouted to the surroundings at the top of his lungs.
When all the servants saw this, they immediately knelt down and began to beg for mercy.
Following Wang Chenyang's shout, a group of servants in red clothes gathered from all directions at the entrance of the main hall.
After the servants in red clothes appeared, Wang Chenyang pointed at the servants in black clothes who were kneeling on the ground. He just said: "Kill them, they are a bunch of trash, except for the second young master. No one will be left alive. Then he took the second young master to the practice room.
Find someone to ring the house bell."
The servants in red clothes immediately pulled out their daggers from their waists. In the flash of lightning, the servants in black who were kneeling on the ground just now and begging for mercy all fell to the ground and could no longer beg for mercy.
Blood flowed all over the floor, but the servants and maids around seemed to be unperturbed. They just lowered their heads, and no one was confused by the killing in front of them.
After the head of the Wang family finished speaking, he fainted.
Immediately afterwards, everyone in the Wang family was busy. Half an hour later, the numerous bells hanging on the four fire-watching towers at the four corners of the Wang family courtyard all rang.
The sound resounded through most of Black Dragon Town and continued to spread into the distance.
The Wang family compound, which had been only orderly for a hundred years, was suddenly in chaos. The source of this chaos, Zhang Cong, was very leisurely at the moment.
Zhang Cong is currently in a cave in a mountain col.
The surrounding walls were repaired by Zhang Cong with the help of the divine sword, and a flat space the size of a room was repaired. But on the flat ground, there was only a futon, and Zhang Cong was sitting cross-legged at the moment.
Above, with eyes closed tightly, he is meditating.
The black storage bag was put aside by Zhang Cong, and the blue booklet was squarely placed on the ground in front of Zhang Cong. The spread out part was a layered layer, with the words "Sword Qi Jue" written on it.
》Three big characters.
As the breathing was completed, Zhang Cong collected the last trace of spiritual energy into the sea of spiritual energy at his Dantian. Today's breathing was officially completed. The sea of spiritual energy in Zhang Cong's body became thicker.
Zhang Cong opened his eyes and saw the blue Wenjian Dao Jue. He formed seals with his hands, and a red light rushed from his fingertips, rushing straight towards the Wenwen Jianjue. In an instant, the red light disappeared.
Within the sword formula, a series of beating characters slowly floated out from the sword formula.
Upon seeing this, Zhang Cong sucked all the beating characters into his mind from the position of the heavenly spirit, just like absorbing spiritual energy.
After about half an hour, Zhang Cong felt as if he had memorized the sword formula by heart, and the contents of the entire book were clearly presented in his mind.
Opening his eyes, a yellow light flashed through Zhang Cong's eyes. Zhang Cong looked at the book of Taoist Sword Art in front of him, and his face suddenly looked happy.
Never forget!
This is the unique ability of monks. As long as you enter the Qi training period, things you have seen once will rarely be forgotten.
He picked up the book and checked it, and found that it was absolutely correct. Suddenly, a ball of flame rose up from the fire burning beside him, and instantly covered the "Asking Sword Art".
The sword technique was instantly burned to ashes.
Zhang Cong did this this time just to be careful.
If this sword technique is left behind by Zhang Cong and picked up by others, then Zhang Cong will once again have a strong opponent in this vast world of cultivation.
At this moment, all the contents of the sword formula are imprinted in his mind, so this book has no meaning of existence.
While Zhang Cong was thinking, the sword technique in his hand was burned out. He shook the burned dust from his hand, but nothing happened to Zhang Cong's hands.
After doing all this, Zhang Cong looked at the black storage bag beside him.
The black storage bag was obtained by Zhang Cong from the bones of the Taoist Wenjian in the cave. At first, Zhang Cong got the broken sword and the Taoist Wenjian. He was about to leave. When he got up to meet him, Zhang Cong suddenly discovered that the location of the bones was suddenly much larger.
A black cloth bag.
At that time, the bag instantly aroused Zhang Cong's interest. He walked to the bag, bent down and picked it up.
When he touched the bag, Zhang Cong sent out a spiritual consciousness to scan the bag, and immediately discovered that the space inside the bag was huge. It was as big as three tile-roofed houses.
There was nothing else inside, except for a lot of books and a black cowhide sword bag. The black cowhide sword bag was the sword bag for the broken sword.
However, the many books inside were uneven and varied, and they were all about magical powers that monks in different periods could practice. Zhang Cong looked through them for a long time and found that they were all Taoist magical powers, but the general training requirements were extremely high.
The book with the lowest requirements needs to be practiced in the late stage of Qi training. For me now, these books are like useless and I have no use for the time being. Apart from these exercises, Zhang Cong has not found anything that is useful to him.
Something of value.
It was with the help of the black storage bag that Zhang Cong dug out the many rare milky white stones in the cave one by one.
There is a lot of spiritual energy sealed inside, so Zhang Cong will naturally not let go of such treasures and stones.
These milky white stones are called spiritual stones, which contain a large amount of spiritual power. They are an extremely luxurious item for monks. Ordinary monks can only absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to improve their cultivation, but the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is limited, and they can only cultivate only
If you improve a little bit, you can practice the rest by absorbing the spiritual energy in the spiritual stones.
The spiritual stone is similar to the spiritual liquid in the small white bottle, but the purity is much lower than the spiritual liquid in the small white bottle.
But right now, my cultivation level is too low, and my Dantian cannot bear the power of the spiritual liquid in the small white bottle, so these spiritual stones have become the best source of spiritual power.
Before leaving, I looked at this stone chamber and thought of the little girl who was still waiting for me to marry him home in a sedan chair.
He also thought of Wang Qianye, the prince of the Wang family who was crippled by him.
He knew that he had to seize the time to practice.
