Changsheng: I, Cao, can see the prompt

Chapter 585 Ascetic Monk Cao Wei

Seeing the blue narwhal monster really leave, instead of just returning and killing him, the young man Cao Kang couldn't help but look thoughtful.

It wasn't until Cao Miyuan came forward that Cao Kang asked slowly: "Uncle, the sea is vast and there are so many dead bones. The opponent is already a great demon in the golden elixir stage. Why don't you kill us and only take the property? Kill us. , even the people and the boat belong to it.”

"The big demon is so powerful that it will be easy to kill us. But just because it is a big demon, it doesn't dare to do anything." Cao Miyuan said.

"But because of the intimidation of the two ancestors Xuanhong and Wan Ting?" Cao Kang asked.

"Don't you already have the answer in your heart?" Cao Miyuan nodded lightly.

Upon hearing this, Cao Kang showed admiration and asked: "Uncle, what kind of characters are these two ancestors? Have you ever seen them?"

"How can I have such a blessing?" Cao Miyuan sighed softly.

Speaking of this, he said slowly: "Seventy years are rare for mortals. They can live for a hundred years by refining Qi. A foundation-building monk like me can only live for four decades. Ancestor Wan Ting is a Nascent Soul monk. The lifespan is more than two thousand years, and the monk who transforms into gods can live in the world for five or six thousand years, how long it is!"

"What about Patriarch Xuanhong?" Cao Kang couldn't help but ask.

In just a few decades, the ancestor became a real Jindan when he was in his early 100s, and then broke through to the Nascent Soul stage when he was more than 300 years old.

However, after arriving in the Baimang Mountains, within just seven years, the ancestor reached the late stage of Qi refining, and was only one step away from building a foundation.

Besides, how can any monk not afford to take pills?

I heard that Patriarch Xuanhong was a casual cultivator, and his path to cultivation was extremely bumpy when he was young. Although he had dual spiritual roots, he was still in the late stage of Qi refining at the age of thirty-four, until he became a disciple of the sect. Niu Shougang's eyes recommended him to join the sect.

After all, the ancestor has the qualification of dual spiritual roots. It took ten years from the beginning of Qi refining to the later stage, and there was nothing outstanding about it.

"Ascetic monk?" Cao Kang asked.

When he was young, Cao Miyuan didn't have much feelings about these records, he just thought they were ordinary.

After building the foundation, Patriarch Xuanhong dedicated himself to the Tao, practiced hard day and night, was strict with himself, and stayed away from women. In addition, with the strong support of the sect, he soared into the sky from then on.

However, when Cao Kang was browsing ancient books from more than a thousand years ago in the clan's scripture collection building, he discovered some records that his ancestor had given birth to dozens of children in less than ten years after building the foundation.

However, after building the foundation, he took a trip to the Baimang Mountains and learned about the situation of local casual cultivators, which completely changed his view.

He has heard the elders in the clan tell the deeds of this family ancestor since he was a child.

Since then, he has been like an ascetic monk, practicing in Tailing Mountain for more than a thousand years, and finally broke through to become a god about two hundred years ago.

Not to mention other things, my ancestor was born in the secular world and only started practicing when he was still young. It took him a full three years and he was still in the early stage of Qi refining.

After all, it is much more difficult for foundation-building monks to reproduce than for mortals!
When Cao Kang, a younger generation, saw such questions, Cao Miyuan smiled and said: "The ancestor is naturally a man of ascetic cultivation, and that practice cannot be faked! Nowadays, too many children in the clan are greedy for pleasure, and it has become a trend to enjoy leisure and work. If it weren't for The ancestor has died countless times due to his reputation as a protector.”

In his past knowledge, even if monks did not have a cave at the level of Qianjianling, they at least had a spiritual land at the level of Yunling as a place for practice.

He could more or less learn about his ancestor's life from the clan's classics.

"What do you think?" Cao Miyuan asked back.

For a monk with dual spiritual roots, this age is already an advanced age.

This discovery between the lines suddenly made him shaken, and he couldn't help but have some questions in his heart: "What kind of person is the ancestor? If he is a man of ascetic cultivation, how can he do it in such a short time?" , give birth to so many children?”

Two more years passed, and when he was thirty-six years old, the ancestor of the clan finally succeeded in building the foundation.

The above life story is a brief record of the sect and family.

The reason why these Qi-refining casual cultivators cannot break through the foundation building must be because they don’t work hard!
Within the family, even monks in the early stage of Qi refining, as long as they are no more than twenty-five years old, can receive ten middle-grade spiritual stones, a bottle of elixir, three spiritual talismans, and five taels of spiritual tea every month. , a pound of spiritual wine and other things for cultivation.

After this comparison, Cao Miyuan suddenly fell silent.

During that period, he saw those spiritual cultivators working hard to take care of twenty acres of spiritual fields, working seven or eight hours a day, but in one month, they could only earn four to five hundred low-grade spiritual stones, which were replaced by medium-grade spiritual stones. Only four or five pieces!

He really couldn't think of what he could do with this little spiritual stone?
In addition, many casual cultivators even killed each other for a mere two hundred low-grade spiritual stones.

From that time on, he lost the impetuousness of being a family monk and began to concentrate on his practice.

At the same time, he also understood that for his ancestor to reach this stage from a casual cultivator, the price he paid was unimaginable!

In the life records of the ancestors of the clan, there is not even a single mention of fighting. Everything mentioned was obtained through hard work.

However, as a casual cultivator, if his ancestors were so safe and secure, there would be no way to get ahead. There must be something that they, the younger generations of the clan, don't know.

Maybe my ancestor has been fighting all the way since the Qi refining stage. This situation is normal!

However, these are all his personal speculations, and naturally he cannot talk to a junior like Cao Kang.

This child is still young and immature, and his temperament should be more innocent. At least for now, he does not need to be like those casual cultivators who make all kinds of calculations for the sake of cultivation.

Without self-control that is far beyond ordinary people, the more complex the monk's mind is, the less conducive it is to practice!

When he thought of this, Cao Miyuan glanced at his nephew not far away, and then said through a message:

"Kang'er, your fourth brother Cao Xian is an incompetent guy. Not only did he rely on pills to build up his late-stage Qi-refining cultivation, but he has also taken three foundation-building pills over the years. If you don't advance but retreat, you are really a loser. I have given up hope on him. You can't imitate him. The magic power obtained through practice is your own. If you want to form an elixir or even a Yuanying in this life, you must first correct yourself. To be honest, there is no shortage of spiritual objects for us to practice. As long as you can calm down and practice hard, the road to immortality will be much smoother than other monks!"

If the casual cultivators walk on a single-plank bridge, then when they are born, the Cao family cultivators will walk on the Yangguan Avenue and the smooth road to the sky!
As long as they are determined to practice, they will be able to build a foundation in all likelihood, unless their personal luck is really bad.

"Thank you uncle for your teaching. Kang'er will remember it in his heart and will never forget it in this life!" Cao Kang said with cupped hands.

"It is rumored that our ancestors once practiced some kind of golden spiritual eye. Now that you are born with spiritual eyes, it is very likely that you are a bloodline returning to your ancestors. Such a talent must not be destroyed. In a family like ours, as long as you have Your performance is worthy of cultivation by the elders in the clan. In terms of cultivation speed, the gap between the qualifications of the four spiritual roots and the qualifications of the double spiritual roots is not as big as you imagined! There are not many junior Qi practitioners in the clan who can be cultivated. You are born with spiritual eyes. , This is your personal advantage," Cao Miyuan said slowly.

A monk with three spiritual roots needs twenty years of mana to build a foundation, while a monk with four spiritual roots needs a full thirty-two years to build a foundation and refine the same amount of mana through breathing spiritual stones. . As for the dual spiritual root qualification, it only takes about twelve years.

As a disciple from the Huashen family, if Cao Kang could practice in Qian Jian Ling from the beginning, and the spiritual talismans, elixirs and other spiritual objects used to assist his practice were all of the highest quality, then with such sufficient training resources With support, it is enough to bridge the gap!
As long as you can break through to the Golden Core or even the Nascent Soul stage, your life span can be extended. Only if you live long enough can you talk about the future!

"Kang'er understands." Cao Kang looked solemn.

Spiritual roots are innate and full of uncertainty.

But the family he comes from is considered to be one of the best in the world. By virtue of his blood relationship, he is born with great help!

However, because of such favorable conditions for cultivation, few of the other disciples of the same generation in the clan are able to calm down and practice, either traveling around mountains and rivers, or having fun.

Under the attraction of the colorful world outside, it is too boring to practice in retreat for several months or even years.

"It's good to understand, it's good to understand!" Cao Miyuan sighed.

At this moment, a dragon roar came from the distance.

I saw a black dragon poking its head out from the clouds, swooping down and rushing towards the hunting boat.

Before he even arrived, the majestic demonic energy emanating from him overwhelmed the many Qi Refining and Foundation-Building monks on the ship.

After a breath or two, a 20 to 30-foot-long blue dragon landed on the deck. A pair of green vertical pupils stared at Cao Miyuan, shocking him so much that he broke out in a cold sweat!

The next moment, Cang Long transformed into a girl in colorful clothes, walking slowly with bare feet in front of Cao Miyuan's uncle and nephew.

I saw its pair of green vertical pupils looking at Cao Miyuan, and then said slowly: "You should be the most skilled monk in this ship, right?"

"Senior is very wise. He is an old man. Do you dare to ask me your honorable title?" Cao Miyuan bowed and asked.

Upon hearing this, Ao Ruoxiu frowned slightly, and then smiled and said: "If we are based on blood relationship, you have to call me aunt! Come on, call me grandma!"

"The junior is a descendant of the Cao family in Tailing Mountain, and the senior is a member of the Jiaolong clan. If the ethnic groups are different, how can there be a blood relationship?" Cao Miyuan said slowly.

If the dignified disciples of the Huashen family recognized the dragon in front of them as their aunt, if word got out about this, it would bring shame to the whole family.

Hearing this, Ao Ruo said leisurely: "Among my grandfather's children who are still alive today, Jiayan is the eldest, Chengxiao is the second, Wan Tingxing is the third, how can I not be a great aunt to you and the younger generation?"

The word "Chengxiao" is Zuo'an's Taoist name.

Upon hearing this, Cao Miyuan and Cao Kang suddenly fell silent. These things are not recorded in the clan's classics!

If what the dragon in front of them said was true, wouldn't it mean that their ancestor's ability to subdue the dragon was beyond their limited imagination!

Seeing this, Ao Ruo ignored the two of them and walked to the side of the ship, leaning on the railing with both hands and looking ahead.

Then he said slowly: "You can set off back to your clan. I am going to Tailing Mountain to pay my respects to my grandfather."

Hearing this, Cao Miyuan didn't want to think too much, and immediately raised his hands and said: "Junior, I obey!"

At present, this place is only more than ten thousand miles away from Chongwu Domain. When we reach the coastal area, we can go upstream from the mouth of Qingyou River for tens of thousands of miles. At that time, we will transfer to the sect's white jade flying boat and travel about seven to eighty thousand miles. They can return to Tailing Mountain.

"Go down, you juniors are too boring, you don't have the slightest bit of grace like my grandfather!" Ao Ruo waved his hand casually.

Then, with a thought in his mind, a jade talisman of a message from thousands of miles appeared in his hand.

As the demonic power was activated, a monk in blue shirt sitting cross-legged on a futon appeared in front of him.

Upon seeing this person, Ao Ruo smiled and said, "Grandpa is in Tailing Mountain? My granddaughter went to see you."

Hearing this, Cao Wei slowly opened his eyes and said slowly: "Is that guy Ao Kai willing to let you out of Zulong Island?"

"My granddaughter has broken through the middle stage of Nascent Soul. She can't stay on the island forever. It's time to come out and see the world." Ao Ruo said.

Speaking of this, it said calmly: "Grandpa, a few days ago, my father sent a message from the upper world. In two or three hundred years, it will go down to the lower world."

Upon hearing this, Cao Wei was not surprised at all, and said calmly: "I know."

Seeing his grandfather's reaction, Ao Ruo couldn't help but ask: "Isn't my grandfather surprised?"

"It's just a matter of time for people to come from the upper realm. But the Dragon Clan has no one, so why would they let Ao Cang go down to the lower realm?" Cao Wei said slowly.

"Granddaughter, I really don't understand why there is such a rift between you father and son?" Ao Ruo asked confused.

"You still haven't changed your habit of playing tricks, and you may suffer a big loss from this in the future!" Cao Wei shook his head lightly.

Having said this, he stood up and looked into the distance.

The next moment, there was a thunder.

Ao Ruo, who was originally smiling, suddenly felt that the spiritual energy between heaven and earth was suddenly rioting, and his expression suddenly changed.

It closed its eyes and sensed it.

When he opened his eyes again, Ao Ruo looked at the Shiwan Mountain where the Hehuan Sect was located, and asked in a deep voice: "Grandpa, is it possible that such a sudden change is the catastrophe of transformation into gods? Is it the second uncle Chengxiao or Zhu who can overcome the catastrophe?" Senior Jin?"

At the same time, the god-transformation monks of various races in various places in the far corners of the world, through their own induction of the spiritual energy veins of heaven and earth, discovered that there were great monks in the Chongwu Domain of the Western Wasteland who were transcending tribulations and transforming into gods.

Immediately afterwards, the gods from all sides used the method of teleportation, and in a moment they came to the sky above the 100,000 mountains in the southern border of Chongwu Domain, looking at the gathering thunder catastrophe with different expressions.

(End of this chapter)