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Chapter 623 Wang Changhuan Passes Away (Second Change)
"Eighth Uncle, are you better?"

Wang Qiuxin squatted in front of Wang Changhuan's bed and asked with concern.

Wang Changxing left his last words before he died, hoping that Wang Changhuan would take good care of Wang Qiuxin. Wang Changhuan did not break his promise, and treated Wang Qiuxin like his own grandson, and taught him how to make weapons.

Wang Qiuxin is already married, and Wang Changhuan arranged the marriage by himself.

"It's much better. There are two books in the drawer. You can take them out. One is my life's experience in refining weapons, and the other is about the harm caused by the evil spirit of the earth to monks. After I die, you can take these two books. Send it to the Sutra Pavilion to remind future generations that it is not necessary to use the evil spirit of the earth to build a foundation. It is nothing at first, but as time goes by, the evil spirit will cause more damage to the monk's body."

According to what Wang Changhuan said, Wang Qiuxin took out two thick books from the drawer. One of the yellow books recorded the pain of Wang Changhuan being tortured by evil spirits. What a pain.

"Eight Uncle, Earth Fiend Qi has such serious disadvantages, why do you still use Earth Fiend Qi to attack the foundation building period?"

Wang Changhuan smiled wryly, and said: "In the past, the family was very poor, and life was very tight. It took years of hard work to save spirit stones and buy a foundation building pill. At that time, it was good to be able to build a foundation. I just haven’t experienced it myself, you guys are much happier than me, and you won’t have any disadvantages if you take the Foundation Establishment Pill, after all, I’m really happy to see you taking the Foundation Establishment Pill!”

Wang Changhuan talked to Wang Qiuxin about the family's past hardships, and Wang Qiuxin listened in front of the bed.

He had read the history of the family's development in the classics before, and he didn't feel how difficult the family was at that time. Now, listening to Wang Changhuan, a person who has witnessed it personally, Wang Qiuxin felt the same way, and secretly said: "Without the selfless dedication of the ancestors of the past generations, the family would not be where it is today, and I would not be able to." Take the Foundation Establishment Pill."

"Qiu Xin, the family will depend on you in the future. Artifact refining is the foundation of our family. This craft cannot be lost. You must pass it on. Uncle will stop at the second-level high-grade artifact refining master in this life. I hope you can walk along with the artifact refining Even further, if you become a third-tier craftsman, remember to go to your uncle's grave and tell your uncle."

A gratified expression appeared on Wang Changhuan's face, and he said with a smile.

"Uncle, don't talk nonsense, you will live well in front of the grave, and my grandson still has a lot to learn from you! Uncle, you..."

Before Wang Qiuxin finished speaking, Wang Changhuan struggled violently again, his face contorted, and his limbs moved wildly.

"No, fourth uncle, eighth uncle is ill again, come quickly!"

Wang Qiuxin ran out in a hurry, and when he brought Wang Qingqi back to the house, he found that Wang Changhuan was no longer breathing.

"The eighth uncle's heart is broken. He is clearly wearing the heart-protecting jade pendant. As long as he injects mana into the heart-protecting jade pendant, to a certain extent, it can prevent the evil spirit of the earth from corroding his heart."

Wang Qingqi frowned, looking at the red jade pendant on Wang Changhuan's chest.

It could be seen that Wang Changhuan had had enough tormented by the evil spirits of the earth, allowing the evil spirits to shatter his heart.

"It's all my fault. I said how my eighth uncle confessed his last words to me. Why am I so stupid! It's all my fault. I killed my eighth uncle."

Wang Qiuxin's eyes were red, and he howled loudly.

"Qiu Xin, I don't blame you. Uncle Ba is determined to die. His old man has been tortured by the evil spirit of the earth for decades. This may be a relief for him."

To be honest, Wang Qingqi blamed himself the most. If his level of alchemy was higher, he might be able to refine elixir to dissolve the evil spirit of the earth.

"We don't have to blame ourselves anymore, let's report to the Patriarch! The most important thing is to take good care of Eighth Uncle's funeral."

Seven days later, Wang Qingkai held a grand funeral for Wang Changhuan.

After Wang Changhuan left, only Wang Changqing and Wang Changyue were left as the foundation-builders of the "elder" generation in the clan.

Wang Changqing has cultivated to the third level of foundation building, and Mo Caiyun is the eighth level of foundation building.

Wang Mingjiang's eldest son took two Foundation Establishment Pills before and after and failed to enter the Foundation Establishment stage. He has given up and is currently responsible for teaching the younger generation to practice and passing on the skills to the elders.

A five-storey blue attic with a large number of blue lotus flowers carved on the pillars, and the three characters "Zangjing Pavilion" are written on the plaque.

There are a lot of exquisite patterns carved on the surface of the attic, and there are many restrictions around it. Two lifelike guards in golden armor stand at the door of the attic.

"This is the Buddhist scripture pavilion of our royal family. There are many restrictions. Come with me one by one. Don't run around. If you touch the restrictions, I can't save you, understand?"

Wang Changyang pointed to the Sutra Pavilion and said solemnly. Behind him were more than 20 children aged six or seven.

The spiritual root can be detected at the age of five, and if there is a spiritual root, it is sent to the preaching school to learn theoretical knowledge, and one year later, it starts to choose exercises.

Today is the time to choose exercises.

"Qiu Yong, you follow me into the Sutra Pavilion to select exercises, and the others stay here and are not allowed to run around, you understand?"

Wang Changyang took a six-year-old boy to the Buddhist scriptures pavilion. The boy was his grandson Wang Qiuyong.

They stopped at a place thirty feet away from the Sutra Pavilion. Wang Changyang took out a cyan token, a cyan lotus flower lit up on the surface of the token, and a cyan light flew out. Into the left eye of a golden armored guard.

The mouths of the two golden-armored guards sprayed out a large amount of golden light, which turned into a golden ladder and landed in front of Wang Changyang.

Wang Changyang picked up Wang Qiuyong and stood on top of the golden ladder. The golden ladder rolled them up and sank into the Sutra Pavilion.The hall of the Sutra Pavilion is very spacious. There are more than a dozen puppets standing in the corners. There is a blue counter on the left. A middle-aged man with a fair face is sitting behind the counter, holding a book in his hand and reading it with great interest. .

There are more than a dozen tall wooden bookshelves in the hall, and a large number of classics, jade slips, and bamboo slips are placed on each shelf. The number is so large that Wang Qiuyong has a surprised expression on his immature face.

There is a sign hanging on each bookshelf, which says "elixir", "planting", "puppet", "array", "talisman", "refining", "gongfa" and so on.

"Grandfather, there are so many classics! How can I choose them all?"

Wang Changyang smiled slightly, and said: "These are the classics collected by the ancestors of the past dynasties. You are here to select the exercises, and you are here to choose the bookshelves where the exercises are placed. You have to work hard. In the future, you will go to the second floor of the Cangjing Pavilion. Only basic monks can go to the second floor."

There are a lot of classics on the bookshelf, "Golden Cloud Jue", "Yanhu Gong", "Cangyuan Dafa"...

Wang Qiuyong's eyes were dazzled, there were too many exercises, he couldn't see it at all.

"Okay, I found it. This "Kung Sha Kung Fu" is not bad. It matches your spiritual root attributes, and your cultivation speed is not slow."

Wang Changyang chose an earth attribute exercise, Wang Qiuyong didn't understand anything, and didn't ask much, anyway, Wang Changyang wouldn't harm him.

After copying the exercises, Wang Changyang took Wang Qiuyong and left.

"Grandfather, is that person just now the guard you mentioned?"

"That's right, they sit in the Sutra Pavilion all the year round, and they can look up all the classics. They won't leave the Sutra Pavilion unless they have reached a great level of cultivation. You have to practice hard, fight for your grandfather, and enter the foundation building stage. Don't let people see you. Flat."

Wang Changyang touched Wang Qiuyong's little head lovingly, and said earnestly.

"Understood, grandfather, grandson will work hard to cultivate."

　Thank you for the rewards of Lu 1984, the bright moon in the sea of ​​people, ==iron blood and tenderness==, the endorsement of the gods, the magic sword Tianshang, the super quality tidal brake valve, and kk fish meat,
　
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