"They are too young in Shengshi. Even if they are sent back to Kyoto, without the power to protect them, their growth will be very bumpy. I think you don't want to see it."
"I don't, Ling'er is so young, Ling'er can't take care of anyone, Ling'er wants a father!" The little milk turtle said with a crying voice: "Father is not allowed to abandon Ling'er like mother."
Listening to his words, Wang Zijia felt a little disturbed in his heart.
He stretched out his fingers and plucked it out of his clothes.
At this moment, the little turtle looked at Wang Zijia with tears in his eyes.
Wang Zijia showed her iconic clean and clear smile, which was so unforgettable.
"Let's make an agreement. Ling'er, you will help me guard this big family for eight thousand years. How about I come to find you as promised? If you accept the problem of inheritance affecting your cultivation too early, how about my father help you solve it in the future?"
"Really!" Little Milk Turtle's eyes lit up and he said in surprise.
"There is a method of reincarnation in this world!" Wang Zijia did not answer whether it was true or false, but just replied.
"Then it's settled, Ling'er has helped his father watch these people for eight thousand years, and his father must come back to look for Ling'er!" the little milk turtle said seriously.
"Well, it's settled!" Wang Zijia nodded.
"Don't lie!" Little Milk Turtle looked at Wang Zijia seriously.
Wang Zijia put the little turtle back and said, "Has father ever lied to you?"
The little turtle said nothing and curled up on Wang Zijia's chest, greedily enjoying this ray of warmth.
Behind him, Li Shengshi also walked out at some unknown time, looked at Wang Zijia with complicated eyes, and said, "Brother Ninth, I can take care of myself. I don't need Xiao Ling'er to ruin his future for me."
Wang Zijia shook his head and said: "This is not just for you. You will eventually return to Kyoto. When the time comes, Ling'er will not have enough strength. Can you stay? What is that place in Kyoto like? Do you still want me to tell you? What?"
Hearing this, Li Shengshi was silent for a while, and then said: "It's good to have a long life!"
"Oh, no matter how good you are, you won't grow up without me. The legacy of a divine king, no matter how strong his posthumous reputation, can't last for a few years. The tea will always get cold when people leave. Only then will you want to come back. Jing, but I can’t go back!” Wang Zijia said in a rather straightforward tone.
"It's Xiao Qi who is so useless!" Li Shengshi said discouraged.
"Then practice hard and strive to be enfeoffed here and become a carefree local emperor!" Wang Zijia replied like a joke.
Li Shengshi didn't reply, and the three of them fell into silence.
An ordinary night, an ordinary city, in a small courtyard that is not considered luxurious.
In the dark night, under the moonlight, the two of them stood quietly, but they seemed to have made a bond and promise for life!
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For several days, Wang Zijia rarely went out to quell the chaos.
Now the major cities in Changbao have basically been dealt with, leaving some surrounding villages and towns.
In such places, once the time ghost appears, the damned are almost dead, and there are few survivors, so it is not urgent.
Wang Zijia took the Big Five around the city and tried his best to give them a happy childhood.
It is foreseeable that they will experience a not so good time in the future. Now I try my best to leave them some good things to avoid all kinds of psychological problems in the future.
During this process, Wang Zijia continued to adapt to the changes in his cultivation and the newly acquired spells, especially the space spiritual forging method.
I made a lot of small things by hand.
At the same time, Wang Zijia sold almost everything belonging to Li Shengshi and asked Ma Su to prepare some materials for him.
More than half a month passed leisurely, and when Wang Zijia was almost familiar with everything, the materials Ma Su prepared for him also arrived.
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When Wang Zijia was busy doing disaster relief.
Changbao Border, Black Pool Valley, there is a border cultivation city embedded in the valley.
Due to special geographical reasons, spiritual practice here is extremely developed.
Of course, this place is also plagued by ghosts.
However, as Changbao is now a well-known border city, it was Wang Zijia who first came to rescue.
Less than half a year has passed since the disaster relief, and prosperity has returned to this place.
In Black Pool Valley City, there are three major real-world cultivation families that control all parties.
Because of Wang Zijia's timely rescue and proper response, none of the three families suffered any fundamental damage.
On the contrary, because many small families were wiped out in the disaster, the power has expanded rapidly in the past six months, and the cultivation of the next generation has begun to work hard.
Among the three, the Ming family occupies the best east section of the city.
At this moment, a good show is taking place on the street corner of the Ming family area.
I saw several half-grown men with gorgeous clothes and looming auras, beating up a handsome young man who was also half-grown.
Both parties have very low levels of cultivation. They have just started practicing and have practiced Taoism for less than a year. They may not be able to perform as well as a warrior.
At this moment, four teenagers were punching and kicking a teenager.
"What kind of bitch dares to compete with us for fame?"
"No, the son of a prostitute, trying to become a descendant of my Ming family? What a joke!"
"My uncle is too old and confused. Can this pickling thing also give him an opportunity to practice?"
"Let's see if you still dare to steal the limelight from me!"
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Several young men in gorgeous clothes were beating each other while talking, and their attacks were completely insignificant.
The young man curled up and protected his whole body.
Even so, within a moment, his whole body was covered in blood.
It wasn't until they were about to beat the man to death that they cursed and left. It's not because of conscience, it's probably because he's afraid of being punished by the clan if he kills someone.
The young man lay on the spot, his breath gradually getting weaker and weaker.
Until the sky gradually darkened and the afterglow of the sun completely disappeared, the boy seemed to be about to die.
However, the next moment, a flash of silver light appeared from the bottom of his eyes, and his pupils instantly turned silver.
He sat up suddenly from the ground and looked around with an indifferent expression.
It's obviously the same person, but it gives people a completely different feeling.
"Interesting, are you finally reincarnated as a human being? It's really rare!"
"But why is this reincarnation taking place in the current life, and the fate is changed in time and space like a body snatching away? Is it the reason why the golden cicada was throbbing in the previous reincarnation?"
"How could there be other existences in the long river of time? Aren't all the ancient powers fallen?"
"Forget it, let's refine the elixir first to restore our cultivation, and then do some exploration! It just so happens that the full of resentment mixed with the blood of our direct relatives should be able to produce a good potion of elixir."
"At least in this life, we don't have to start from the humble beginnings of snakes, insects, rats and ants! In this life, we must achieve fruition and become an earthly immortal!"
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On this day, in the training room of the underground palace.
Wang Zijia, who had been preparing for a long time, took out various materials that he had prepared, and finally carefully took out the broken small gourd.
Even if it is an immature treasure, this thing is quite precious.
However, no matter how precious it is, it is just a material that will be used eventually.
Suppressing the anxiety in his heart, Wang Zijia, who had been preparing for half a month, no longer hesitated.
Mana surged, and a pile of various spiritual materials began to be infected by Wang Zijia's mana, disintegrating into auras all over the sky.
However, because of the restraint of his magic power, it failed to spread out, and it swirled throughout the entire training room. Under the silver-red magic power, the room was like blood gushing.
For a moment, all the silver-red shrank and gathered into a ball of strange silver-red spiritual ink in front of Wang Zijia, like the finest cinnabar.
Then Wang Zijia began to use the magic formula, and the spiritual ink turned into silver-blood runes, which were driven into the light yellow broken gourd in front of him.
Although it is said that any magic technique of the weapon refiner can theoretically be refined into a magic weapon with corresponding functions.
Even with a technique like lava fireball, Wang Zijia can now refine an object similar to a high-explosive grenade, and it can even be reused.
But what he wanted to refine this time was not simple. Even if it was based on rare embryos, Wang Zijia didn't have much confidence.
Especially under the premise that the power of Dao Fruit cannot be extended externally and can only be refined with true skills.
As the runes were continuously driven into the gourd, the gourd slowly turned silver-red, and its texture began to become transparent, like peerless jade.
A strong spatial fluctuation emanated from the gourd.
Wang Zijia, who sensed this, was not at all happy, but frowned slightly.
With one final grit, he began to extract the silver light spots in his mind and add them as core materials.
One, ten, a hundred.
In his mind, there were less than two hundred silver light spots in total. When most of them were extracted by Wang Zijia, Wang Zijia finally felt some weak fluctuations in time and space on the gourd.
At this moment, Wang Zijia's eyes suddenly lit up.
All the runes formed a somewhat illusory and incomplete set of runes inside the gourd, which was a replica of the magical seed hidden in time and space in Wang Zijia's mind.
The next moment, a treasure light appeared in the sky, and the silver-red light shone, as if a peerless fairy treasure was born.
Fortunately, Wang Zijia took precautions in advance and did not alert anyone else.
After a long time, when all the movement subsided, a small palm-sized silver-red gourd appeared in Wang Zijia's hand.
The transparent material looks like the finest blood jade.
Item: Burial Gourd
Grade: Fourth Grade Elementary
Belongs to: Special space magic weapon
Format: gourd
Status: mechanical intelligence
Function 1: The owner can use this gourd to seal himself and stop the flow of his own time. Therefore, the gourd has quite complete mechanical intelligence and can freely set the wake-up conditions, wake-up time, etc.
Function 2: Due to the influence of special materials, ordinary people may gather special spiritual roots if they carry this treasure for a long time.
Function 3: The power of magic weapon·time burial. It contains a special space that can be divided arbitrarily, with a total volume of one thousand square meters. Items stored in this space will appear to be at a standstill in time and space and will remain indestructible for thousands of years. Due to the lack of strength, no living things can be sealed within it.
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"It's done!" Wang Zijia looked at the magic weapon he had worked so hard to create. Even though it was only a low-level magic weapon, its power, Time Burial, met Wang Zijia's needs.
With it, coupled with the time-concealing blood coffin jade talisman made by the sealing technique, Wang Zijia has too much room to operate.
but······
Wang Zijia looked at his mind and saw that there were less than thirty silver light spots left, which made Wang Zijia feel distressed.
It seems that the elite soldier route needs to be more refined!
While studying the magic weapon in his hand that seemed ordinary but was of extraordinary significance to Wang Zijia, he adjusted the thoughts in his mind.
The plan gradually began to mature.
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Time flies, and dozens of days pass.
In the underground palace, in a huge hall, there were nearly two hundred teenagers, divided into three square formations and standing quietly.
In front of the three square formations, Wang Zijia and Li Shengshi looked at the nearly two hundred high-grade spiritual root geniuses with dragon turtles floating on their shoulders.
They were dressed in black attire, just like ordinary night warriors, vigorous and capable.
The younger one is eight or nine years old and the older one is in his twenties.
After nearly five months of teaching, everyone has almost reached the threshold of practice.
And they are all based on the basic skills of the three sects.
In order to obtain these skills, Wang Zijia spent a lot of effort. Although these things are not very valuable and are widely distributed, it is still difficult to obtain two hundred copies.
After several months of practice and nearly half a year of military management, the spirits of these children are completely different from when they were first picked up.
Coupled with their spiritual roots and precocious intelligence, even the eight or nine-year-old children already have IQs that are not weaker than those of adults.
Therefore, after several months of surprise education by Wang Zijia, remarkable results were achieved.
"Greetings to the host!" All the disciples greeted Wang Zijia in unison.
Under the underground palace, there is the Hidden Tower named Xianmeng by Wang Zijia.
Wang Zijia looked at everyone, nodded with satisfaction, and said: "You have experienced my teachings for half a year, and you are almost enlightened. Thinking about it, you are curious about what our Yinlou does, and what I will do to train you. What."
"Hmm... Maybe some people think they are smarter and have already guessed it."
"Now that the time is almost here, it's time for you to take action. I won't hold back any longer."
"From today onwards, you will disperse separately and make your own ideas. You can go to Feixian, Daqian, and Wanyu alone or together. You will use the current Kung Fu phalanx as your camp. Each of you will go to a family and join them."
Following Wang Zijia's words, many of the disciples below who had received Wang Zijia's enlightening modern education showed expressions that were indeed true.
After all, in the past six months, I have learned too much about Lao Liu's latent and secretive ways.
But then, Wang Zijia's words suddenly changed.
"But I'm not asking you to be spies or undercover agents. I, Yinlou, am a member of the Immortal Alliance, not a magic sect."
"Your mission is very simple. Enter the three major forces and join them. Try your best to become an elite disciple among them. It is best to become an ANBU disciple."
"Then use your current organizational structure to establish Yinlou branches of each sect."
"You have only two tasks. While improving your own cultivation, ensure the continuation of the hidden veins of each sect. At the same time, collect spiritual materials related to the middle three realms. You don't need more. The size of a mung bean is as large as the sky. Let the lower three realms follow fate and don't force it. .”
"After the three Yinlou branches of Feixian, Wanyu and Daqian were established, they did not command each other and were parallel to each other. The three leaders An Yi, An Er and An San acted independently."
"No matter whether the Immortal Alliance will rise again in the future or eventually fall apart, the world will be divided by several major forces. In principle, the three of you are unchangeable. They are not subordinate, hostile, or colluding."
(End of chapter)
