monk family

Chapter 53

Since Starling came out of the Wudan Illusion Realm, and after half an hour, people woke up one after another, but none of the tokens in their hands were displayed.

Eight Uncle counted the number of people who woke up from the Wudan illusion.

It was found that only Fu Shiyi and Fu Xiaoliu from the thirteenth room were left.

Seeing this, the starling on the side was a little excited:
"Father, I look at Eleven with great hope. When I came out, I took a special look at its spiritual field and found that the blood spirit grass cultivated by Eleven had a colorful halo, and her understanding was higher than others since she was a child. Many, and six years of preparation, will definitely be able to refine the blood elixir."

"Um"

Fu Shiyi's situation was within the expectations of the eighth uncle.

Since the last time Fu Shiyi visualized the ancient blood seal talisman species, he asked Fu Shiyi to draw more than a dozen spiritual talisman paths, and took them back to the people who made the talismans in the clan to visualize them for half a year, but so far So far, no one has successfully left a rune in the sea of ​​consciousness.

It is enough to see that Fu Shiyi's consciousness and understanding are much stronger than others.

"It's just that the sixth girl from the thirteenth room hasn't come out yet?"

As soon as the eighth uncle finished speaking, the starling glanced around and saw that no one was paying attention to their father and son, so he approached his father and whispered:

"It is said that the sixth younger sister has always been jealous of her mother's background. Since returning to the clan at the age of 11, she has wanted to be the best in everything, as if to prove that she is no worse than others. It is a once-in-a-hundred-year opportunity, and she will naturally not let it go, but I have heard that in the past six years, she has spent all her time studying alchemy, except for a short rest of two or three hours a day."

"Oh?"

Uncle Ba raised his eyebrows and was immediately interested in Fu Xiaoliu.

"Someone came out again."

After a loud shout, everyone instantly looked at the two figures sitting on the futon in front of the sacrificial hall. Whether the ceremony can be successful now depends on Fu Shiyi and Fu Xiaoliu.

When Fu Shiyi opened his eyes, he was startled by the crowd of people surrounding him.

"Eleven, can you refine the elixir?"

Although the eighth uncle has confidence in Eleven, he is afraid of the unexpected.

Fu Shi nodded.When she was refining the last furnace, only one finished product appeared, but she didn't know the rank.She flashed the token in her hand.

A wave of ripples flashed across the token, and a line of Xiaozhuan appeared:
"A blood elixir, first-order low-grade."

"Excellent, excellent."

The token has a display of spiritual pills, indicating that Fu Shiyi can at least be promoted to a first-order alchemist.

At this point, Eight Uncle finally let go of the big stone in his heart.

The clan has not opened the Wudan illusion for more than a hundred years, not because they don't want to, but because they can't.

Because the Wudan illusion needs to gather the power of the five spirits, the cultivation base must be at least above the foundation, otherwise it will rely on the consumption of mid-grade spirit stones to support the operation of the illusion.

The clan only paid off the foreign debt left by Fu Shiyi's father when he built the foundation five years ago.

In the past few years, only a thousand spiritual stones have been saved.

But it was also used in this alchemy trial ceremony.

Fu Shiyi is also very satisfied with the result. She has no talent that is different from ordinary people in the process of alchemy. She relies on experience and the power of the soul of the three worlds.

"Father, look, there is a mark on Eleven's forehead."

imprint? !
Fu Shiyi raised his hand and stroked his forehead in confusion. He really felt a tiny bulge. He was about to ask Eighth Uncle what was going on, but suddenly a message came in his mind.

Due to the large flow of information, even if Fu Shiyi's consciousness was different from ordinary people's, his face turned pale in an instant.

"Eleven, what's wrong with you?"

The starling was about to step forward, but the eighth uncle stopped him, and his face showed ecstasy, and he said solemnly:

"Fu's children obey the order, except for the eleventh, immediately evacuate the sacrificial hall!"

Fu Shiyi was at a loss, and the Eighth Uncle over there had already driven out the rest of the contestants and closed the door of the sacrificial hall, leaving only Fu Shiyi and Fu Xiaoliu, who was still awake.

Seeing his father's expression of excitement and nervousness, Myna couldn't help but say:

"Father, what's the matter with the mark between the eleven foreheads?"

The Eighth Uncle first bowed three times in the direction of the sacrificial hall, and then excitedly said: "That is the inheritance of Dan Dao comprehension given by the ancestors of Wudan to those who are excellent in alchemy trials!"

This is the ultimate goal of opening Wudan Illusion! !

When he was a child, he heard from the elders of the clan that Fu Shiyi's grandfather was recognized by the ancestors of Wudan and inherited some of the alchemy insights. For this reason, Qingxumen made an exception to accept the old man of four spiritual roots as an inner disciple. , and borrowed some of the spirit stones to buy the Foundation Establishment Pill.

The old man lived up to expectations, and now he is a third-order high-grade alchemist.

In Jingzhou, apart from the ancestor Qingxu, he is the second person in alchemy.

If it weren't for the fact that his cultivation hindered the old man's alchemy path, he would have long since become a master alchemist admired by thousands of people.

Starling listened to his father's explanation, his eyes lit up, and his face was full of smiles: "Doesn't that mean that in the future, like her grandfather, she can become a third-order alchemist?!"

Uncle Ba smiled and shook his head:

"Although Eleven has been inherited, it is unknown how much knowledge Wudan's ancestors gave her. I observed the mark on her forehead just now. It is a single color, one color less than that of her grandfather. The content will also be streamlined.”

But even so, for the current Fu family, it's enough!
The father and son of the eighth uncle and the starling guarded the gate of the sacrificial hall layer by layer, lest someone suddenly cause trouble and interrupt Fu Shiyi's acceptance of the inheritance.

"squeak"

After half an hour, Fu Shiyi opened the door of the sacrificial hall and walked out, and the mark on his forehead disappeared.

"Eleven, what's up, do you feel unwell?"

Eighth Uncle didn't expect Fu Shiyi to come out so quickly. His grandfather was in a coma for two days and two nights.

Fu Shiyi shook his head and asked the eighth uncle to borrow a jade slip with a rune that could inscribe characters, and in the courtroom he wrote down the information about alchemy in his mind by dictation.

The information was too complicated, and she had no experience in alchemy, so she couldn't sort it out at all, so she simply recorded it, and then passed it on to her after her grandfather had finished studying it.

After Fu Shiyi recorded more than half an hour, everyone was wondering why Fu Xiaoliu had not come out of the Wudan Illusion Realm.

"Boom"

There was a sudden explosion of thunder in the Wudan Illusionary Territory.

Immediately afterwards, an inexplicable coercion emanated from the towering tree.

The floor of the entire temple square sank three feet in an instant.

If it wasn't for the third and fourth grandfathers in the air throwing a pagoda to hang on the group of mortals in time, I'm afraid they would not be stunned at this time, but completely reduced to meat foam.

"What happened to this Wudan illusion?"

Fu Shiyi followed the crowd away from the temple square, but saw the aura swirling and dancing in a radius of dozens of miles, rushing frantically into the plane tree like a tornado.

After a stick of incense.

The aura was no longer injected into the tree, but slowly converged into colorful light spots, and more and more accumulated, and finally dispersed with a sudden shock.

Fu Shiyi looked up.

I saw that the aura actually transformed into thousands of fairies, all of them were as elegant as jinghong, graceful as wandering dragons, some played the qin, some played the xun, and some were drumming.

In the blink of an eye, there were bursts of quaint fairy sounds.

A refreshing fragrance also diffused from the plane tree.

(End of this chapter)