In the middle of the night, someone knocked on the door of Old Man Wang's house. Wang Er hurried to open the door and welcomed the other party in.
"Brother, you are finally back. I have missed you so much these days." Wang Er went up and gave Wang Da a bear hug. His excitement was beyond words.
The man who came was the eldest son of the Wang family - Wang Da!
Wang Da looked about 70% similar to Wang Er, but his body was more robust and his face was more vicissitudes.
After Wang Da entered the door, Old Man Wang pushed the door open and looked around, fearing that Wang Da would bring some little tail.
Under the moonlight, there were only the calls of night owls hunting and the howling of electric wolves in the distance because of hunger.
Old Man Wang was relieved. It was not that he was too cautious, but that Guyue Mountain Village had strict management of the village. All villagers were not allowed to capture or possess spiritual insects privately. Violators would be beheaded and displayed to the public. Moreover, his son unexpectedly inherited and became a spiritual master, which was considered a rebellious act by Guyue Village.
"Dad, you are still too cautious. Not to mention that no one discovered it, even if Guyue Jianghe in the village discovered it, what would happen? He is just a second-turn intermediate spiritual master. At most, he can be killed." Wang Da snorted coldly, seeming to be quite disdainful of the village spiritual master.
In fact, it is not surprising that Wang Da was so contemptuous. Guyue Jianghe practiced for nearly 20 years to reach the second-turn intermediate level, but Wang Da spent about three years to reach the same level after receiving the inheritance.
Speaking of which, his qualifications are even higher than most spiritual masters in the Guyue clan. About 70% of the Yuanhai has brought him great help.
But old man Wang scolded him sternly: "You are really too proud of yourself. You even want to kill the village spiritual master? You are so brave! This world is dominated by spiritual masters. Even if you become a spiritual master by chance, you will never be able to defeat a village full of spiritual masters."
Faced with the reprimand from old man Wang, Wang Da kept silent. Although he was already a second-level intermediate spiritual master, he still did not dare to act rashly in front of his father.
Of course, Wang Da did not exaggerate. He really had the ability to kill the village spiritual master.
In the spiritual master inheritance he inherited, although most of the spiritual insects were starved to death, he still retained a second-level ghost shadow follower spirit, which could transform into a black shadow, immune to all physical damage, and carry out lurking and assassination.
The most important thing is that Wang Da also has a second-level poisonous spirit-Ai Shengli!
It is known as the most poisonous second-level spiritual insect! To refine it, you need a first-level life grass, a widow spider, a red needle scorpion, and a lover's heart.
In order to refine this spirit insect, Wang Da personally killed his beloved wife and dug out her heart!
With such a sacrifice, this poisonous spirit naturally lived up to Wang Da's expectations. It was extremely toxic and bloody. As long as the poison enters the body due to the injury of love, even the ordinary third-level healing spirit insects cannot cure it.
Therefore, even if a third-level spirit master is attacked by Wang Da, he is in danger of death, not to mention the second-level intermediate spirit master stationed in the village?
Looking at his father who was shaking with anger, Wang Er hurriedly tried to smooth things over and said, "Hey, by the way, big brother, I remember you said before that you could help me and my little sister become spirit masters. Is there any progress now?"
Wang Da quickly took over the conversation, took a chair and sat down, and said, "There is progress. I have found many hope spirits, but if I want you to open your mind, these are far from enough."
Hope spirit?
"Is it the hope spirit recorded in the human ancestor's legacy? Isn't that something that only the master of the spirit can possess?" Under the candlelight, Wang Xiaomei opened her mouth, and her beautiful face showed a surprised expression, which was very cute. She also heard about the spiritual master of the human ancestor from her father and the elders in the village. The human ancestor traded his heart to the hope spirit in order to survive in the face of difficulties.
Wang Er also continued to speak: "Yes, even if I am not a spiritual master, I know that the hope spirit only exists in the mountain village, and only the master of the spirit can capture and control it."
Facing his brother's doubts, Wang Da sneered: "These are all fake, just lies from those high-ranking spiritual masters, just to make you give up the idea. There will be hope when there are people, how can the hope spirit be exclusive to the spiritual master?"
Just as Wang Da said, the hope spirit that can help people open their minds is produced in places where people gather, and it is not exclusive to the spiritual master declared by the mountain village.
However, in order to prevent mortals from getting the hope spirit by chance, the mountain village in southern Xinjiang generally asks the village spiritual master to clean up and plunder the hope spirit regularly. Moreover, he spread rumors that only descendants with the blood of spiritual masters can use the spirit of hope. If a mortal uses it, it will be corroded and only a skeleton will be left.
Originally, Wang Da also thought that the matter was really as the spiritual master of Guyue Village said, but when he inherited that inheritance, he found that it was a lie.
Although he said so, others still looked unconvinced, so Wang Da took out several light spots from his own orifices.
"This is the spirit of hope!"
At the same time, Fang Yuan outside the house was eavesdropping on the voices in the house with the help of the moonlight trumpet flower, a specialty of Qingmao Mountain. As he expected, this Wang Er was not simple.
He actually had a brother who became a spiritual master!
"There are only three ways for a mortal to become a spiritual master. The first is to be selected by a copycat spiritual master to become a spiritual master. The second is to be lucky enough to meet enough hope spirits in the wild. The third is to have excellent luck. Inheriting the inheritance of the spiritual masters and sages. It seems that the king in the house should be in the third situation. "
Under the moonlight, Fang Yuan's eyes flickered and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised. This Wang Da, a mere mortal, has reached the second-level intermediate level through the inheritance of spiritual masters in just a few years, which shows that he is indeed very talented.
On the other hand, it can also be confirmed that the inheritance he inherited is really good. You know, when Fangyuan reached the second-level intermediate cultivation level, he was already over fifty years old.
Although the quality of this inheritance is not necessarily comparable to the inheritance of the Flower Wine Monk. However, he was able to help Wang Da cultivate to the intermediate level of the second rank and was not afraid of the resident spiritual master. Then, it is at least a fourth-level inheritance!
Fangyuan was a little lucky that he didn't directly kill Wang Er and other hunters just for the sake of the map. If he had killed them at that time, not only would he not have been able to discover the secret, but he would also have been inexplicably inflicted with the hatred of a second-turn spiritual master.
Chances are, you'll capsize in the gutter.
"Is it another spiritual master inheritance? Tsk tsk tsk, it's really a pillow for sleep. If I can get this inheritance. Since God has sent this opportunity to me, I will naturally not give in!"
Fangyuan quietly lurked to the edge of the wooden house, carefully opened the window paper, and looked at Old Man Wang and his daughter and son. The corners of his mouth were raised slightly, and his smile was sincere and magnanimous.
Baijiazhai.
Fang Yue held the family history book that Bai Ningbing brought over and said in a teasing tone. "I didn't expect that your Baijiazhai is the earliest aborigine in Qingmao Mountain. Haha, look at what you did, you were overtaken by the Gu Yue clan."
Bai Ningbing put her legs on the table. She didn't feel offended at all. Instead, she said in a disdainful tone: "Of course it's the ancestors of the Bai family who failed to live up to their expectations. They can't blame others. Let's just say that now, there is no one in the village who can compare to Gu Yue of the Gu Yue clan. There are no spiritual masters in Qingshu. It's such a waste that I don't even have an opponent. It's really boring."
Seeing how Bai Ningbing is so indifferent to family affection, she has already begun to show the prototype of the Zhenzhen Demon. Therefore, Fang Yue couldn't help laughing and said: "Hey, Ning Bing, this is your own family after all, can't you be merciful?"
"What about my own family? Apart from blood relations, what else do I have with them? The clan leader treats me sincerely, and the others are just afraid and want to take advantage of my power. How can there be any true feelings?" Bai Ningbing, who was wearing white military uniform, had a piece of grass in her mouth and answered in an extremely calm tone, as if she didn't care about anything.
Then, as if something suddenly occurred to him, he put his chin in his hands and approached Fang Yue, who was reading the classics. A pair of ice-blue eyes curled up with a smile: "If it weren't for the fact that the patriarch wanted me to revitalize the village and Family, I have left Qingmao Mountain a long time ago. Fang Yue, why don't you take me away and follow your caravan? Qingmao Mountain is so wonderful to hear you mention all the time! It's so boring, there's not a single one to beat, it's bland and boring, I feel like I'm going to die here."
Fang Yue coughed awkwardly, joking, he really couldn't think about it, leaving Qingmao Mountain with a nuclear bomb? Isn't this seeking death?
You know, Bai Ningbing is an extremely powerful person, and the power of self-destruction can easily freeze the entire Qingmao Mountain. Even the fifth-level experts, Gu Yueyi and Master Tianhe, could only escape with their lives by relying on fifth-level spiritual insects.
I won't ask for trouble.
Therefore, Fang Yue quickly changed the subject and said: "Huh? In the classics of your cottage, there are actually records of information about other families? The Qi family, the Chi family, the Xue family. I remember that there are no such cottages in Qingmao Mountain, right?