Rise of Qinglian

"Two people ran away. They may have a magic weapon on them. The magic weapon belongs to me. You divide their storage bags between them, and we will chase them again."

The young man in yellow shirt suggested.

The man in black robe smiled calmly and said: "Don't worry, they can't run far. Those flying needles are coated with a variety of poisons. The more they use magic, the faster the poison will attack. I have a second-level rat bat with a keen sense of smell. It’s only a matter of time before we catch up with them, let’s talk about the ownership of the treasure! There’s no problem that the magic treasure belongs to fellow Daoist Li, and all the belongings on that man’s body belong to me.”

The young man in yellow shirt looked at the other man, who had no objection.

If all the treasures were here, they might fight, but the two foundation-building monks escaped, so they must restrain themselves. Who knows how many good things the other two have.

After dividing the things, the man in black robe put away his peacock feathers and released a huge black bat. The bat had a long tail and an extremely small head.

The three people jumped on the back of the black bat, which flapped its wings and flew high into the sky.

In a certain endless dense forest, Wang Mingjiang's face was pale and he was sweating profusely.

"Damn, there's poison in the flying needle."

He cursed, hurriedly took out two blue pills and swallowed them.

A black light flew from a distance and landed in front of him. It was Mo Caiyun.

They had discussed it long before Wang Mingjiang set out, and Mo Caiyun was responsible for taking care of Wang Mingjiang, in order to prevent murder and seize the treasure.

"Husband, are you okay?"

Mo Caiyun said with concern.

Wang Mingjiang shook his head and said, "I've been poisoned. Go quickly and escape from the ground. They are about to catch up."

Mo Caiyun nodded, took out a short yellow ruler, swung it gently, and released a large yellow glow, covering her and Wang Mingjiang, and they disappeared into the ground.

Half an hour later, a huge bat flew from a distance.

"This guy is a physical practitioner, so his resistance should be stronger, but there is no cure for the mixed poison, unless he gets a third-level detoxification pill. Fellow Daoist Li, you found him. Do you know where he lives?"

The young man in yellow shirt nodded and said: "I know, in Tianquan Mountain, he also has a dual monk and three children. They must not be far away."

"I'm sure I won't be able to escape if I bring my family with me. Let's go to Tianquan Mountain."

The black bat flapped its wings and flew into the distance.

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Wei State, Qinglian Villa.

In the Talisman Making Academy, Wang Qingyun was refining the first-level flying talisman weapon, and five tribesmen gathered around to watch.

The family has set up nine branches, responsible for different affairs. Wang Qingzhi is in charge of the Agriculture and Fisheries Institute, which manages the spiritual fields and spiritual fish. Wang Changhuan is in charge of the Artifact Refining Institute, which manages the refining of weapons. Wang Qingling is in charge of the Spirit Beast Institute, which manages the spiritual beasts, birds and insects. Under her management, Wang Changyue is in charge of formations, Wang Qingqi is in charge of alchemy, Wang Changhao is in charge of the War Strength Academy, Wang Changmin is in charge of the Lecture Academy and teaches the knowledge of cultivating immortals, and Wang Qingyuan is in charge of general affairs. He is in charge of personnel transfer and finance.

Each branch is divided into multiple halls, responsible for different affairs.

Take the Talisman Making Academy that Wang Qingyun is responsible for as an example. The Talisman Making Academy has three halls, namely the Talisman Making Hall, the Talisman Paper Hall, and the Material Hall. There are thirty clan members in the three halls.

The Talisman Making Hall is responsible for refining talisman seals, and the number of people is relatively small. The Talisman Paper Hall is responsible for making blank talisman paper. The Material Hall is responsible for providing talisman pens, cinnabar, talisman paper and other materials for making talisman seals. The talisman seals refined by the Talisman Maker, It will be handed over to Wang Qingyun, who will hand it over to the family.

The more talismans turned in every month, the more merit points Wang Qingyun received, and the same goes for everyone else.

After a member of the Wang family is born, his spiritual roots will be tested after he is five years old. If he does not have spiritual roots, he will be sent to the secular world. He will be raised by a dedicated person. If he has spiritual roots, he will enter the Taoist Academy and learn the knowledge of cultivating immortals. After he is ten years old, he will enter other branches one after another. , do some things within their ability, mainly to see which skills they like and guide them. Tribesmen who are interested in alchemy can go to the alchemy academy after they are eighteen years old. If they can pass Wang Qingqi's assessment, they can stay and work in the alchemy academy. , if you can't learn any skills, then you can only be sent out to work as a waiter in the shop opened by the Wang family, or be responsible for escorting goods, purchasing goods, or inquiring about information. This type of tribe is the most common, not everyone Immortal cultivators can master a skill.

There are too few foundation-building monks in the Wang family. Only some of the foundation-building monks master a certain skill. Wang Changhao, Wang Qingshan, and Wang Qingjun are all responsible for this.

One green rune after another appeared in Wang Qingyun's pen. After drawing the last rune, the blue paper crane suddenly glowed with green light, as if it came to life. It spread its wings, flapped lightly, and its size skyrocketed. In the yard The sky was hovering uncertainly.

Wang Qingyun raised his hand, and the blue paper crane quickly returned to its original size and fell into Wang Qingyun's hand.

"You have observed the first-level low-grade flying talisman many times, do you understand?"

Wang Qingyun put away the blue paper crane, looked at the surrounding tribesmen, and asked pleasantly.

"I seem to understand it, but I need to practice it to know whether I understand it or not."

"Okay, you practice slowly. The refining difficulty of first-level talisman soldiers is much higher than that of first-level talisman seals, and the price is also high. If you can refine flying talisman soldiers, your treatment will also be improved. Come on! Yes! If you don’t understand anything, just come and ask me.”

"I understand, Fifth Sister (Fifth Aunt)."

Now the Qing generation is the mainstay of the Wang family, and the Qiu generation has grown up one after another and started working.

In the meeting hall, Wang Qingkai was talking to Wang Qingshan and Wang Qingjun.

"Seventh brother and twelfth brother, you must leave the things in Uncle Mingren's hands and go back quickly."

They had been in seclusion for two years, and Wang Qingshan was still on the fifth level of foundation building. However, Wang Qingjun was lucky enough to advance to the third level of foundation building. They were going to Taiyi Immortal Sect to give Wang Mingren some resources for cultivating immortals.

"Don't worry, head of the family, we will personally deliver the things to Uncle Akihito. After delivering the things, we will come back immediately."

Wang Qingshan agreed, and Wang Qingjun turned around and left.

The journey was long and they took no one else with them.

After leaving Qinglian Mountain, Wang Qingshan released three cries, which carried the two of them flying high into the sky.

As soon as their front legs left, a ray of green light flew from a distance, it was Wang Changtai. Wang Changtai had a panic on his face and rushed towards the mountain quickly.

Half a quarter of an hour later, a fire-feathered eagle flew out from Qinglian Villa. Wang Qingkai, Wang Qingqi and Wang Changtai sat on the back of the fire-feathered eagle. The three people's faces were extremely ugly.

Qinglianfang City, a certain inn.

Wang Mingjiang was lying on the bed, his eyes closed and his face full of black anger. Mo Caiyun stood beside the bed, his face full of tears.

Wang Changxin and the other three stood aside, their young faces full of confusion.

"Well!"

Wang Mingjiang opened his heavy eyelids. Mo Caiyun wiped the tears on his face and asked with concern: "Husband, how are you?"

"Have we returned to Qinglian Mountain?"

Wang Mingjiang's tone was weak, and he held on for a breath just to return to Qinglian Mountain to prove the identity of his children.

"I'm back, I'm back. Husband, I have good news for you. A pill-forming monk has appeared in your Wang family. It's your nephew Wang Changsheng. He has already formed a pill. He will definitely be able to save you."

Mo Caiyun forced a smile on his face and comforted him.

"Have you formed the elixir of immortality?" Wang Mingjiang's eyes lit up and he nodded happily: "It's good to form the elixir, it's good to form the elixir."

A rush of footsteps came from outside, and Wang Qingkai and three others walked in quickly.

"Twenty-first uncle! Qingqi, show your twenty-first uncle quickly."

When Wang Qingkai saw Wang Mingjiang with a black face, his eyes suddenly turned red and he hurriedly said to Wang Qingqi.