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Chapter 292 Three Years (Third Change)

"Changsheng, you got so much spiritual water this time, you can practice with peace of mind, and leave the family affairs to me." Wang Changsheng agreed and returned to his residence.

Wang Qingqing was sitting in the stone pavilion carving puppets, while Wang Mingren was watching.

After a while, she put down the spirit knife and held a lifelike puppy puppet in her hand.

"42 Uncle, look, the first step of making a puppet is complete."

Wang Qingqing's crystal eyes were full of complacency.

"Qingqing, you are amazing. I have carved many times but failed."

Wang Mingren said in an envious tone.

"42 Uncle, as long as you practice hard, you can do it too."

Wang Qingqing smiled and encouraged.

"Qing Qing is right, Uncle 42, God rewards hard work, as long as you work hard, you will definitely be able to do it."

Wang Changsheng came over and said with a smile.

The Wang family does not have a cultivation method of gold and fire dual spiritual roots. Wang Mingren is currently practicing "Yuan Yuan Jue". This method can be cultivated with any spiritual root, and the speed of cultivation is average, and it can only be cultivated to the ninth level of Qi Refining.

Without the matching exercises, the Wang family can only let Wang Mingren practice "Yuan Yuan Jue", which any cultivator can practice. When he grows older and has a deeper sense of belonging to the family, he will be sent to Bailingmen.

"Father, I'm going to refine the puppet beast, but there are still many things I don't understand, please tell me quickly."

Wang Changsheng smiled slightly, and carefully explained the process of refining puppet beasts to Wang Qingqing. When he encountered something he didn't understand, Wang Qingqing boldly asked questions, Wang Changsheng answered them one by one, and Wang Mingren listened.

"I seem to know how to refine a puppet beast. I'll go back to my room and try to refine a puppet beast."

Wang Qingqing was eager to try, and rushed towards the boudoir quickly.

"Uncle 42, I'm going to retreat for a period of time. During this time, if you have any problems, you can go to my father, and he will help you solve it."

Wang Mingren nodded obediently: "Okay, I will remember, Changsheng, you should be busy!"

He picked up a weapon refining classic and looked through it carefully, his immature face was full of seriousness.

Wang Changsheng nodded secretly, and walked into the house.

After closing the door of the secret room, he took out the refining materials and the refining map, preparing to refine a natal magic weapon for Wang Ruyan.

To be honest, he didn't know what to do. He hadn't refined Guqin instruments before, and most of the ones he refined were swords, flags, and inner armors.

After sitting quietly for a cup of tea, Wang Changsheng picked up the purple zinc wood, threw it into the void in front of him, opened his mouth and sprayed out a blue innate fire, wrapping the purple zinc wood...

Time flies, three years passed quickly.

At noon, the sun was shining brightly.

A vast golden rice field, Wang Mingsen and other five clansmen stood in front of Lingtian.

Wang Qingzhi sacrificed two blue sickles, and quickly sank into the rice field, one after another, the spiritual grains fell down.

After cutting all the spiritual grains, the others sacrificed two storage bags and put away the spiritual grains.

Wang Mingsen took out a gleaming red flag, shook it lightly, and a large red flame emerged out of thin air, quickly igniting the hay in the spiritual field.

The fire spread quickly, and a huge white cloud appeared over the Lingtian at some unknown time. After a burst of tumbling and surging, the bean-sized raindrops poured down. Soon, the flames collapsed, and the Lingtian It was scorched black and steaming.

Wang Qingzhi squatted down, took out a yellow gourd the size of a palm, and peeled off the cover of the gourd. Five yellow earthworms several feet long came out of the gourd one after another, and quickly burrowed into the ground.

I saw that the Lingtian was uneven for a while, as if it had been reclaimed by someone.

Half a quarter of an hour later, five yellow earthworms plowed the spiritual field and ate the excess hay.

"It's still convenient now! Plowing the land uses spirit insects. It's not like before. Every time I cut the spirit grain, I have to lie on the bed for two days."

Wang Mingsen sighed with a look of nostalgia on his face.

"Before? Uncle 22, didn't you use spirit insects to plow the land before? Isn't it easy to harvest spirit grains? What's so tiring?"

Wang Qingzhi was very puzzled and asked curiously.

"In the past, the conditions were not so good. The spirit stones were not enough for us. Where there were spirit stones to buy spirit insects to raise. At that time, the harvest of spirit grains was manual harvesting. Even if a grain of rice fell on the ground, it had to be picked up. Now It’s different, let alone a single grain, even if you throw a catty of spiritual rice on the ground, none of you are willing to pick it up. You can go to the dining hall to see it. Those young clansmen are so wasteful, and there is still more than half of the spiritual porridge. Don't eat the bowl, we were reluctant to waste a grain of Lingmi at that time."

Wang Mingsen said slowly, in his words, he was very dissatisfied with the waste of food by the younger generation.

Surprise flashed across Wang Qingzhi's eyes, and he asked, "No way! Uncle 22, did the family have such a difficult life before?"

Wang Mingsen hesitated for a moment, and told about the Xuanjin vein. This incident has been going on for so long, and there is no secret at all.

"A great-grandfather died at the hands of the opponent, how can you bear this tone! You should fight back and smash the enemy to ashes."

A clansman was very confused.

Wang Mingsen snorted coldly, and reprimanded unceremoniously: "You are not strong enough, so you can only bear it. It's okay if you win, but if you lose, you will exterminate the clan. You have several spiritual weapons on your body now. At that time, the younger generation in the clan can It’s not bad to have one spiritual weapon, but it’s been used by the elders, one family vs. three, how do you fight? I’m asking you to fight three evil cultivators to the death, one against three, you fight?”

"This... can't beat us, we can move reinforcements! Join the vertical alliance."

Wang Mingsen sneered, and said earnestly: "Move the soldiers? If there is no benefit, who will help you? Between families, there are only interests. Your friend was besieged by three evil cultivators, and you would rush to help him regardless of your own safety? If you leave him, the reward he gives is not to your liking, will you help him next time? You guys! Young and energetic, you should think twice before doing things, don't get hotheaded and do stupid things, the one who suffers is yourself, you must know how to behave Advance and retreat, take a step back to open up the sea and the sky, endure the calm for a while, if you are not strong enough, you must endure, just like now, if I were not for your uncle, you would have answered back a long time ago, if you have established the foundation, I would not dare to say that about you."

"Yes, my grandson remembers uncle's teachings."

Wang Qingzhi and others agreed repeatedly, but they didn't know what they were thinking.

"Okay, that's all in the past. Let me tell you, you don't understand. You do things with your heart and cherish the present life. It was all bought by the ancestors with blood and sweat. I hope that the family will become more and more prosperous." Well, don’t go back to the hard days before, go back! Come back in two days.”

"Yes, Uncle 22."

Wang Qingzhi and others agreed, turned and left.

Back at the residence, Wang Qingzhi saw Wang Ruyan drinking tea and chatting with Liu Qinger in the stone pavilion.

"Grandma, mother, is dad still out of customs?"

Wang Qingzhi asked casually.

"Not yet, Qingzhi, you went to Lingtian again! Seeing that you are sweating profusely, come and have something to eat and drink a cup of hot tea to relieve fatigue."

Liu Qing'er said with concern, eyes full of doting.

Wang Qingzhi responded and walked towards Shiting.

"Grandma, sister! Why didn't I see her, isn't this her favorite peach blossom cake?"

A smile appeared on Wang Ruyan's face, and he said: "Your sister has gone to your fifth aunt. She has a relatively high success rate in refining first-order low-grade puppet beasts. She said that she needs to work harder to refine first-order mid-grade puppet beasts." , you don’t have to wait for her for dinner.”

　Thank you Sixteen for your lovely comment. I wrote a section of content that can be regarded as reminiscing bitterness and sweetness. If you feel that there is something lacking, feel free to comment. Xiao Mo will use it if he thinks it is reasonable.
　
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