Gou Dao Changsheng: Starting from the Reincarnation of a Demon Cultivator

Chapter 77: Soft Body
As for the Zhou family's foundation-building ancestor?

He had only seen it from afar once when the clan was offering sacrifices to their ancestors.

Now that I see a potential stock, I am naturally more enthusiastic.

And Li Qingsong has such connections.

This also helped him to raise his status in Zhou Yuying's heart. He was no longer the monk who married into Zhou Yuying's family and could be manipulated at will.

Zhou Yuying quietly opened the soul-sealing box.

Look at the green wolf puppet in the jade box.

The puppet had sharp teeth and claws, and a faint wind-attributed spiritual power wrapped around its body. It was a first-grade, mid-grade puppet.

Zhou Yuying shook her red hairpin slightly, and the smile on her face became three times brighter.

He leaned half of his body against Li Qingsong's arm, with a hint of intimacy in his tone.

"Husband, why did you arrange Brother Fang to this position!"

"As your best friend, Brother Fang should at least sit at the front row of the jade table."

Then, regardless of Li Qingsong's expression, he looked at Fang Yi with a hint of flattery.

"Brother Fang, I'm very sorry for the poor hospitality."

"Qingsong made a mistake in his haste and arranged the wrong position. Brother Fang is very magnanimous, so please don't take it to heart."

Fang Yi smiled slightly and didn't take it to heart.

"It's normal to make mistakes when you're busy. I naturally won't take it to heart."

Looking at the flexible and adaptable female cultivator in front of him, who was arrogant at first but respectful later, he already knew what was going on.

The cultivator in front of him is named Zhou Yuying.

Although he is a direct descendant of the Zhou family, his status is not as high as he estimates.

The purpose of giving gifts in this way has been achieved.

Everything I can do as a friend has been done. Now it depends on whether Li Qingsong can subdue this troublesome female cultivator.

Seeing Fang Yi's indifferent expression, Zhou Yuying naturally knew that her face looked a little ugly.

But I don't care at all.

Although she is a direct descendant of the Zhou family, she grew up in Xiaoxuan Peak in Xuanyang Mountain.

However, due to his low-grade spiritual roots, he was not taken seriously and suffered a lot of losses.

So what if the way you eat is ugly, at least you can eat it.

As for this time's marriage, he also personally selected it.

It’s not that there are no people who are more handsome than Li Qingsong, but their qualifications are obviously inferior, so they are abandoned by him.

If she is willing to marry someone outside her family, marrying a cultivator with higher qualifications will not be a problem.

But Zhou Yuying resolutely gave up. There was no point in controlling the cultivator if she couldn't.

What's more, although my husband's qualifications are average, he also brings me a lot of surprises. He actually has such connections.

Zhou Yuying's eyes flickered as she plotted secretly in her mind.

This Brother Fang Yi in front of me is not only a puppeteer of high caliber, but is also willing to give me a first-grade mid-grade puppet. He must have a close relationship with my husband.

If we want to take the relationship between the two families to the next level, we cannot miss this opportunity.

That night, the silver moon set in the west.

The pure white moonlight fell on a small courtyard in Xiaoxuan Peak, dimly illuminating the figures of two monks fighting.

Zhou Yuying stood outside the door with an expressionless face, listening to the movements by the lotus pond in the yard.

"Zhu Baichuan, are you a man? I'm not satisfied yet."

"I took Jinkui Shenqi Powder a few days ago, how come it stopped working so soon?
"You old medicine man selling fake pills? That's not right. If you can't do it, I'm going to go out and find someone else?"

"Zhou Lingbo, how dare you!!!"

Even though I know that the person beside me is lying.

But the male cultivator in the courtyard also had his self-esteem stimulated, and he secretly took a pink pill.

"Mr. Zhou, today I'll let you know who's incompetent!!!"

"Come on, am I afraid of you?"

"what"

Zhou Yuying was not surprised by what happened in the courtyard. After all, this couple had never been shy about her since she was a child.

She was not prepared to wait for the battle in the yard to end, and she knocked on the door with an expressionless face.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

As there was a knock on the door, the noise in the yard stopped.

"Who is it! Which bastard is destroying the harmony of our married life in the middle of the night? I curse you to be unable to have children."

"Mom, it's me."

"Ying'er, why are you coming to my place so late at night instead of spending the wedding night with your husband?"

"Could it be that your husband is no good either? It's true, a poor man has low aspirations, and a thin horse has long hair. It doesn't matter. Ask your father to teach you some advice tomorrow."

"Zhou Lingbo, who are you saying is incompetent?"

"Zhu Baichuan, you're the only one who can't do it. You don't have any strength at all. Lie down and I'll move myself."

"Huh~ It feels good. But I still need to do it myself."

Listening to the increasingly fierce battle in the yard.

Even though she was mentally prepared, Zhou Yuying's face still turned dark.

"mother!!!"

"I understand, Ying'er. I'm just multitasking. I won't let anything get in the way."

Seeing this, Zhou Yuying looked helpless and had to say
"Qingsong has a close friend who is only in his early thirties and is already a first-class mid-grade puppeteer. However, his daughter placed him in a corner during the wedding."

"There is also a first-class high-grade alchemist and an inner disciple, and my daughter."

Zhou Lingbo stopped moving his waist and was shocked by his daughter's actions.

"what?"

"My dear daughter, this opportunity was delivered to your door, but you kicked it away."

Zhou Yuying became a little angry and embarrassed by her mother's teasing.

"Mom!! Who would have thought that Li Qingsong, who looks so honest, would have such connections?"

"Didn't my daughter choose him because he was honest and down-to-earth? I didn't expect that such an honest man could do this." "Let me think about it!"

"And Zhu Baichuan, have you rested enough? If you have, get up and get back to work!"

Zhou Lingbo thought as she urged her husband to work harder.

"Ying'er, our family is poor. Those inner disciples are too far away from us. We can't reach them."

“As for that first-class alchemist, our family doesn’t have anything that he would be interested in.

Even if they like it, it will only benefit the clan and has little to do with our family."

Zhou Lingbo's tone suddenly became a little difficult.

"That mid-level puppeteer is only at the sixth level of Qi training, so we still have a chance. Phew."

"However, the treasure that this Spirit Puppet Master wants is also troublesome."

Zhu Baichuan paused and spoke.

"Lingbo, there should be a Green Vine Turtle skeleton in the bedroom. It's also a top-grade, first-class one. I think that puppet master would like it."

Zhou Lingbo felt a little embarrassed and reluctant.

"Baichuan, that's the testimony of our love!"

Zhu Baichuan rarely spoke in a serious tone.

"Madam, please don't make a fuss. This concerns Ying'er's future. No matter that puppet master Fang's puppetry skills or cultivation, if there is a breakthrough, it will be beyond our family's reach."

Zhou Lingbo sighed, with a hint of reluctance in his tone.

"Then Baichuan, you have to compensate me."

Zhu Baichuan spoke in a gentle tone.

"I will, Lingbo."

After hearing what her husband said, Zhou Lingbo paused and suddenly became happy.

"Then I want to try the book 'Thirty-six Cloud Crane Combat Styles' from last time."

"And that Green Vine Turtle, you said it was of a high grade and you couldn't bear to waste it. You have to satisfy me this time. I'm not greedy either, so I'll just prepare some low-grade wolf, fox, tiger, and leopard furs."

Zhou Lingbo smiled with a somewhat obscene tone.

"Hey, I know there's a bamboo forest on Xiaoxuan Peak that's rarely visited. Let's go and give it a try."

Zhu Baichuan's weakness was in her hands, so he had no choice but to agree with difficulty.

He thought to himself that he had to find the old pharmacist to buy some more warming and nourishing elixirs.

Zhou Yuying only heard silence in the yard, followed by the sound of footsteps.

A storage bag was thrown out of the yard by Zhou Lingbo.

"My dear daughter, I've given you the things. Don't stay and disturb me and your father."

Zhou Yuying's eyes reddened. She also knew that although her family was known as the direct descendant of the Zhou family of Duobao Pavilion.

But because his parents were not outstanding in talent, his status was quite ordinary.

In order to find a son-in-law for himself, Zhou Lingbo looked for the clan leader many times, even at the cost of his own reputation, and had to give away a lot of money and property before he could accomplish this.

Now, this top-grade vine-armored turtle spirit bone is probably a rare spiritual object that my mother can show off.

But it is precisely because of this that he wants to climb up, to a place that those who once looked down on him could never reach in their lifetime.
Zhou Yuying put away her sadness, bowed solemnly to the monks fighting in the courtyard through the gate, and turned to leave.

Seeing Zhou Yuying leave, the movement in the courtyard also stopped.

Zhou Lingbo spoke as the cicadas chirped.

"Baichuan, do you think Ying'er can climb up to that puppet master's heights?"

"No matter if it's possible or not, we have to give it a try. I said just in case, if that Master Fang Gui can build his foundation, then our family will be able to turn things around."

"Baichuan, this is all my fault. If I hadn't cared enough, Ying'er wouldn't have been bullied like that by Feng girl in the private school."

Zhu Baichuan sighed.

"I am also responsible. My cultivation is too low, and I can't even seek justice for Ying'er."

"I don't blame you. Who would have thought that Feng girl, at such a young age, could be so cruel?"

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The two were silent for a long time.

Zhou Lingbo broke the silence.

"Baichuan, when you go to buy animal hides, add a pair of Qingshui rabbit hides."

"So what's the purpose of that when the rabbit is so small?"

"Hey, small things have their uses. I just wanted to give it a try."

Zhou Lingbo's tone was tinged with innocence.

Zhu Baichuan was silent for a moment, then responded in an inaudible voice.

"Ling Bo, what's going on in your mind?"

Xiaoxuan Peak.

In a small courtyard, there are many shadows of bamboo.

A gentle breeze blew by, causing the lotus flowers in the pond to sway gently.

Two young monks sat opposite each other beside a stone table carved from green jade.

Fang Yi looked at the wood-living spirit liquid in his hand and faintly felt the rich vitality of plants in the spirit liquid.

With a surge of Ku Rong's magic power in his dantian, a blue-gray spiritual light swept across the spiritual liquid.

'The medicinal power is also top-notch among first-grade high-grade elixirs.'

However, the faint fire in the pill and Xu Qingshe's inexplicably advanced martial arts skills reminded Fang Yi of an ancient book called "The Method of Baking the Furnace of Heaven and Earth".

Fang Yi sighed a little, if what was recorded in "Records of Ancient Strange Things" was true.

The world of cultivating immortals is about to usher in a turbulent era.

At this time, many ancient miracles will come into being.

The flow of luck in the dark will cause the inheritors of cultivation to attract and collide with each other, which can also be regarded as a discussion of the Tao among many ascended masters from a distance.

Fang Yi felt a sense of urgency in his heart, wondering what the attitude would be of the next cultivator who encountered this ancient and miraculous skill.

He knew that he had to speed up the accumulation of trump cards.

　I have been writing for a while now, and I have reached the level of 6000 words a day.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)