"Grandpa Huang Dong, what are you going to do next?"
Huang Dong looked at Yiran thoughtfully. This unparalleled talent who defeated the spirit master with sixth-level cultivation yesterday felt that he had undergone earth-shaking changes overnight.
"In the near future, the Huang family will send out a notice telling me and Huang'er to leave the Huang family, but in fact, they will sneak in to protect the Huang family secretly."
"After the situation in the Huang family has stabilized a little, I will take Huang Huang to Beizhou to find his parents."
"Because of a piece of news about the secret realm of alchemy, the two of them have been going there for a long time. When the Huang family has nothing to worry about, it is really time to go find them."
Yiran nodded, and it suddenly dawned on them that no wonder Huang Huang's parents never showed up despite such a big thing happening in the Huang family.
"My unscrupulous descendants also made a few friends laugh. Only Huang Huang's father can take notice of my four sons."
"As for my grandson, haha, I won't hide it from my friends. Apart from Huang Huang, there is no one with any useful talent."
"Every day, I just use the name of the Huang family to do things that are not on the stage. I have long forgotten about practicing alchemy."
It is extremely difficult for anyone to expose family scandals. These memories are unforgettable but they do not want to think of them.
Huang Dong looked up to the sky and sighed, his words filled with helplessness and exhaustion:
"Perhaps they can only blame me for hiding my stupidity for many years. Maybe in their hearts I am no different from them. I am not even as courageous as they are in bullying others."
Yiran and the four others were silent.
Hiding one's weakness for the sake of the overall situation, but the overall situation is often not as good as what one wants. As a result, one either dies in silence or explodes in silence.
Huang Dong broke out and found a way out for himself and Huang Huang in a desperate situation.
But for the four of Yi Ran, they would definitely not choose Huang Dong's path.
What is the balance of the five meridians and what is the overall situation of the Huang family? They only want to believe in their own fists.
So what if there are two kings of the same lineage? If I have the strength, I may not bully the weak, but if I don’t have the strength, I will give the initiative to others.
It can only be said that in the end, the huge Huang family became a stumbling block for Huang Dong, causing Huang Dong to lose his former edge.
Otherwise, how could he, as a top genius, choose to compromise?
Fortunately, his grandson Huang Huang, who has the appearance of a peerless genius, understood the truth that his grandfather just understood before he stepped into the spiritual realm.
Although Huang Huang's cultivation speed has slowed down a bit in the past few years, it is many times more stable than ordinary practitioners.
After this calamity, Huang Huang's cultivation level will definitely explode in horror.
A moment of slowness does not mean a lifetime of slowness, nor does it mean that Huang Huang will fall behind others.
Huang Dong sat on Huang Huang's bed, silently looking at Huang Huang who was breathing steadily.
The four of them, Yi Ran, returned to their previous positions and sat quietly. Except for Yi Ran, none of them had any experience in medicine.
In addition to being able to sense the flow of Qi in the body to determine the severity of the injury, he has no ability to determine the severity of other injuries.
So before Yiran was unconscious, Song Yulong's panic choice was to stuff pills into Yiran's mouth and pour in potions one by one.
They also knew their own capabilities, so during the entire process of Huang Huang's treatment, they were only responsible for providing the required drugs.
After Huang Huang's breath stabilized, they began to drink in silence.
Among the four, only Yiran, as an alchemist, was familiar with the efficacy of various spiritual materials or medicines, and also knew how to treat the injuries of the injured.
But since the Huang family has arranged an alchemist and a light magician for Huang Huang, and they are doing their best to treat Huang Huang, there is no need for Yiran to take action.
For Yiran, a fourth-level dragon bone blood-activating pill can guarantee the recovery of all physical injuries.
But for the two young ladies, with the assistance of light healing magic, they don't even need to use fourth-level potions.
For anyone, these resources should be saved as much as possible, not to mention that Yiran himself did not have the Purple Golden Pill to squander.
At this moment, Huang Huang was too seriously injured, and his mental power chose to hibernate in order to protect himself. He only had to wait for his body to absorb the medicine and recover to a certain level, and his mental power would recover on its own.
This kind of self-protection is not something outsiders can interfere with, and Yiran and the others choose to believe that it won't take long for Huang Huang to wake up.
Because he is Huang Huang, a peerless genius!
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There were constant shouts outside the house, and the reconstruction of the Huang family was in full swing.
With the presence of earth magicians, the damage caused to the Huang family by last night's turmoil did not take long to be healed.
And in Yiran's perception, he discovered another magician with unusual attributes.
That was a wood magician who could create wooden pillars and pillars out of thin air.
In Yiran's perception, the earth element and water element will merge into a special element, namely "wood", under the control of this person's mental power.
But this fusion is not a fusion of magic, but a fusion of elements, which creates another variant of magic.
It's just that this magician looks to be over fifty years old, and he has only just become a great magician.
The one-of-a-kind wood magician does not have the unique talent. In the end, the mutated magic of the wood type becomes a "useless" architect.
"Brother Yulong, there is a different magician outside. It seems to be a mutation magician like you."
Song Yulong gave a slight doubt and instantly released his mental power.
Under the detection of Song Yulong's spiritual power, a middle-aged man was with the earth magician, instructing the earth magician to build the foundation.
Then under his control, a wooden pile rose up from the ground, and there was even a simple and strange texture on the wooden pile.
Then the earth magician built the second layer of foundation, and then he built the second layer of wooden piles...
This was repeated, and within half an hour the frame of a five-story pavilion was completed.
Song Yulong said with some surprise:
"This is the first time I have seen the construction of a pavilion, and it is also the first time I have encountered such a magician who should be called a wood type."
"It's just a pity that the rare wood magician in the world can only be used for building buildings."
Yiran nodded, which coincided with his thoughts.
After hearing the conversation between the two, Huang Dong stood up and walked to the door, looking at the rising pavilion outside and smiling:
"How can it be said that it is a pity that a tall building can be built from flat ground, and how can it be judged by only one thing?"
Yi Ran, Song Yulong and others looked at Huang Dong thoughtfully, wondering what Huang Dong's words meant.
Just as soon as Huang Dong opened his mouth, everyone's minds were shaken.
"Have you ever thought about the use of magic for the people, or that magic should be used for the people!"
"Fire is used for heating and cooking, water is used for quenching thirst and drought, earth is used for reclamation and construction, wind is used for sailing and cutting, etc. They are all for civilian use."
Yi Ran, Song Yulong, and Tang Fengyin all nodded solemnly. This was the first time they had heard of the idea of magic being used by civilians, but it was undeniable that it did make sense.
Only martial arts cultivator Cai Tiehan was puzzled and asked bluntly:
"The same can be said for the light element being used for treatment, but what about the dark element, space and time? Not to mention the rarity of the latter two, how can they be used for the people?"
Huang Dong's old face was a little embarrassed, and he said with a bit of embarrassment: "So this is also my personal opinion. It can't be taken as true, it can't be taken as true!"
"It's just that the wood magician named Zhang Lin is not as simple as you think."
"You see, those pavilions cover an area of tens of feet. The tens of feet of tree trunks required for the trusses are no longer something that trees within a hundred years can achieve. Such trees already need to go deep into the Warcraft Forest to find them."
"And if you want to build a multi-story pavilion, ordinary century-old trees may not be able to support it, so you need to use hardwood that is comparable to spiritual materials. Such a price will make even some families with a strong foundation feel heartbroken."
"And the wood that this wood magician used to condense the "wood" element is already as hard as some second-order spiritual wood. It is perfect for building attics."
Yiran asked curiously:
"This junior guesses that the hardness of these woods should also be caused by his own cultivation, right?"
Huang Dong nodded and continued:
"Yes, Zhang Lin, who has just become a great magician, can only condense wood with a hardness comparable to the second-level spiritual wood, but this is enough."
"You must know that Master Zhang Lin is famous throughout Dongzhou, just because of his ability to build attics."
Song Yulong's thoughts had already wandered thousands of miles away, and it was only then that he said solemnly:
"The hardness of the wood is comparable to the second-order spiritual wood, so is its conductivity to elements comparable to the second-order spiritual wood?"
Under Song Yulong's solemn gaze, Huang Dong nodded.
Seemingly getting the expected answer, Song Yulong said leisurely:
"Thanks to the fact that his cultivation level is only that of a great magician, the wood he can condense can only be compared to the second-order spiritual wood."
Hearing this, it suddenly dawned on Huang Dong that he had guessed something after seeing Song Yulong's seriousness.
"Low-level magicians are reluctant to use wands, so the demand for low-level spiritual trees is there but not huge."
"But the third-order spiritual wood is different. The third-order spiritual wood can already be inlaid with fifth-order or even sixth-order magic cores, which is enough for magisters and even great magisters to use."
Speaking of third-level spiritual wood, everyone thinks of the Yunanmu produced in Yunan City, and this is why Song Yulong said this.
"If he can condense the third-level spiritual wood, then he doesn't need to run around building a pavilion like this. He can directly condense the wood and sell it and make more money."
"Even if the wood is not as good as the nanmu, it is enough to make many people jealous and want to take it for themselves, and make many people have murderous intentions. Maybe he will not survive at all."
Yi Ran nodded without saying a word. He agreed with Song Yulong's views but did not agree with this world.
You want to take advantage of the other party's special talents as your own, and you want to kill someone because they affect your interests. This is such a ridiculous but real fact.
Maybe there really is a wood magician who is imprisoned somewhere because of his special talent and becomes a cash cow for a certain force.
But Yiran and the others can't control the world, let alone this potential possibility.
As soon as these words came out, several people's curiosity about the wood magician was immediately dispersed, and the room fell into silence again.
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