The Rise of the Shen Family

In the middle of Shanghai Shangfang, in a simple cave mansion, the old man sat upright, and the boy stood respectfully in front of him.

"Also ask the seniors to accept me as a disciple!"

Suddenly, the boy knelt directly to the ground, kowtowed to the old man in front of him, and said loudly.

Looking at the kowtowing boy in front of him, the old man's eyes were slightly solemn, as if he was thinking about something.

After a long time, he slowly opened his mouth and said:

"Well, since you have a relationship with the old man, the old man will accept you as a disciple!"

"Disciple pays respects to master!"

Hearing the old man's words, the boy's face couldn't help but flash a look of joy, and then he even more diligently bowed to the old man three times.

"Okay, get up first!"

The old man looked at the boy who was kowtowing desperately in front of him, and directly waved a spiritual force to help him up from the ground.

"Although the old man promised to accept you as his apprentice, he has to tell you some things in advance, so as not to harm you at that time."

"Everyone knows that immortals can seek longevity and have the great ability to turn rivers and seas, but the world of immortals is actually no different from the world, and even more dangerous. If you are not careful, you will lose your life."

After a slight pause, the old man looked at the boy and continued:

"Furthermore, although this old man has practiced for more than 60 years, he is still only a loose cultivator living at the bottom of the Immortal Cultivation World, so there is not much that can help you, it can only lead you to the path of cultivation. "

"Disciple understands, disciple remembers!"

The boy knelt on the ground again and said seriously.

After seeing this scene, the old man nodded slowly, took out a yellowed book from his sleeve, and handed it to the boy.

"This is a method of practicing Qi and entering the body. You should try to practice it first!"

"Thank you Master!"

The boy immediately took the book and thanked him again.

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A few days later, the old man who was meditating with his eyes closed suddenly opened his eyes. He seemed to sense something, and his turbid eyes couldn't help but turn to the other side of the cave.

At this time, the boy was sitting cross-legged on a pad with his eyes closed, and there were faint waves of spiritual power fluctuations around him.

Suddenly, a faint red ray of spiritual power appeared beside him, cruising around like a wandering dragon, and finally got into his body.

"It took only three days for this child to sense the spiritual energy of heaven and earth."

The old man looked at the fire attribute spiritual power that had entered the boy's body, and a look of shock immediately appeared on his vicissitudes of life.

As an old fried dough stick that has been fighting for decades in the world of immortal cultivation, he naturally understands that the earlier a child can perceive the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, the better the spiritual root aptitude in his body will be.

Although he could not detect the specific spiritual root of the boy based on his cultivation, it seems that he must have the root of fire, and his aptitude should not be low.

Thinking of this, a deep thought appeared in the old man's turbid eyes, and he seemed to be thinking about something.

. . . . . .

In the narrow cave, the crimson fire was constantly swaying, and the old man brought the boy to the forging furnace that looked worn out.

"How is the practice of the Qi-refining method that I gave you before as a teacher?"

The old man turned to look at the boy behind him with a serious expression.

Facing the inquiry, the boy immediately handed over and replied:

"Reporting to the master, the disciple has been able to use the spiritual power skillfully."

Hearing this, the old man nodded slowly, and a look of satisfaction flashed across his old face.

But soon he said with a serious expression:

"Remember that you must not tell anyone about this exercise, otherwise you and me, master and apprentice, will be in danger!"

"Disciple remember!"

Seeing the serious look on the old man's face, the boy nodded immediately.

"Okay, since you have successfully practiced Qi into the body,

So, my teacher will teach you some artifact refining techniques today. "

After all, the old man came to the forging furnace and controlled the flames in the furnace to churning.

I saw that he immediately waved a spiritual energy and threw a black iron block into the furnace, and the scorching flames instantly burned the piece of refined iron in the world to red.

Next, the old man picked up the forging hammer that was leaning against the wall and began to knock it down. The red-hot iron block slowly changed shape under his control.

While working in his hands, he also explained the way of refining to the boy, and directly opened a door to the magical world for the latter. Behind the door was a wonderful world of refining.

Half an hour later, a silver short sword appeared in front of the boy.

Looking at the short sword suspended in mid-air, a gleam of light flashed in his jet-black pupils, as if he was shocked by the miraculous means.

. . . . . .

Since that day the old man taught the art of refining, the boy was obsessed with it. He seemed to have opened the door to a new world and began to devote himself to it.

In the next few years, although the boy's cultivation did not make much progress, his artifact refining skills can be described by leaps and bounds, and he went directly from a layman to an artifact refining master capable of first-order magic tools. .

The boy's talent in the process of refining is naturally shocking to the old man. Every time he sees the boy, he will be relieved, and he will teach him everything he has learned in his life.

Because he saw a glimmer of hope in the boy!

. . . . . .

After another year, the boy has grown up and has become a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy.

On this day, the old man called the young man to the cave, looked at him and said slowly:

"The chance of success for this teacher is less than half, and there are some things that need to be explained to you!"

After hearing this, the young man was silent, just standing quietly in front of the old man.

"All the belongings on the teacher's body have been sold, most of which are used to buy the pills that impact the foundation, and the remaining small part is left to you."

"However, it's not that the teacher is unwilling to leave all these things to you, but that your cultivation base is too low now. If these things are left to you, they will only bring disaster to life."

The old man looked at the disciple in front of him and couldn't help sighing.

"Nowadays, everyone knows that you risked your life for your teacher and sold your belongings, so after you sit down for your teacher, you will hide with the things that your teacher left you, thinking that no one will find it anymore. on you."

"Disciple understands!"

The boy nodded silently, his voice solemnly accepted.

On this side, the old man slowly took out a mottled animal skin book and an ancient jade slip from his sleeve, and handed them solemnly to the young man in front of him.

"Teacher, remember, this exercise method and handwriting are the opportunities that Master got when he was young, and it is all thanks to him that he can achieve today's achievements."

"This manuscript has been studied for the master for most of his life, and it may involve a big secret. You can follow the clues left for the master to find it in the future."

"Disciple note it down!"

The young man took the two things handed by the old man and said seriously.

"In addition, your crafting talent is something you will only see in your life, but before you gain enough strength, remember not to show it to those with ulterior motives."

. . . . . .

A few months later, the old man fell into the process of impacting the foundation building period without any accident. The young man buried his remains under a peach tree in the living area of ​​mortals in Shanghai Shangfang according to his last words.

After burying the remains of the old man, the teenager also left the area where monks were active and came to live in the area of ​​​​mortals.

In the next few years, he cultivated while scouring the market for some discarded crafting materials, and continued his craftsmanship in the dilapidated house.

Over time, among the monks at the bottom of Shanghai Shangfang, they all knew that there was a down-and-out Artifact Refiner who was crazy all day, picking up some useless Artifact Refining materials and refining some low-level Magical Artifacts just to make ends meet.

Although the young man spends all day at the bottom of the market and is not looked down upon by anyone, he doesn't care, and often helps the mortals who live with him.

In such days, he did not change until he met a young man who returned from the sea with black spider legs on his shoulders one day.

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I don't know how long it took for Zhao Jie to wake up faintly. After he slowly got up from the icy ground, he began to look around.

At this time, he was in a cave mansion, the whole cave mansion was extremely open and bright, and the spiritual energy inside was also very strong. At first glance, it was the place where the high-level monks retreated.

I saw that in the center of the cave stood a life-size statue. The statue depicted an old man, and his appearance was somewhat similar to the green-robed old man that Shen Huanchi and the three saw.

On the left side of the statue is a quiet training room with a pad and several bookshelves, and on the right side of the statue is a spacious refining room with a simple and simple statue in the middle. forge furnace.

"Three thousand years, someone finally came here!"

Suddenly, an old sigh sounded slowly in the hall, and the reverberation continued to echo in the cave.

Zhao Jie's eyes immediately turned to the statue, and a look of shock appeared in his eyes.

At this moment, a faint light appeared on the statue, and the sound came from the statue.

But soon he also reacted, and bowed his hands to the statue:

"Senior Ganke is the master of this place?"

"It's the old man, but what you see now is just the only remnant of the old man's soul!"

The vicissitudes of life came from the statue again, and the voice was full of helplessness.

"Junior Zhao Jie pays respects to senior, don't know senior's name?"

Zhao Jie quickly and respectfully saluted the statue, and said it.

"Haha, what you have learned is all from the old man's line, and you still don't know the old man's name?"

The statue couldn't help laughing, and then slowly said again:

"Forget it, the old man has already known about your first half of your life, and it's not entirely your fault if you don't know the old man's name."

"Listen, the old man Mo Ju, is a giant of the previous generation of Mo Clan. You have learned everything from me."

"Junior meets Senior Mozi!"

After hearing this, Zhao Jie bowed his hands respectfully again.

"You are the first person to come here in the past three thousand years, and you have learned everything from me. It's really God's will!"

"I love you, the old man, are you willing to inherit the inheritance left by the old man, become the Mozi of this generation, and let my Momen reappear in this world."

The solemn voice from the statue made Zhao Jie's eardrums tingle, and he couldn't help but froze there.

After a long time, he slowly came back to his senses and said seriously:

"The junior is willing!"

"Okay, you can remember, the world is all white, only I am black, not attacking Momen, and loving my life!"

"The younger generation must keep it in mind!"

At this time, Zhao Jie had already knelt on the ground and bowed respectfully towards the statue.

After the voice fell, the whole cave was quiet, only the sound of his heavy breathing remained.

At this moment, a group of light suddenly and slowly floated down from above the statue and came to Zhao Jie.

"In this light group is the inheritance left by the old man. After you refine it, you can understand everything."

Looking at this light group, Zhao Jie slowly reached out and took it in his hand, a dazzling light flashed in his eyes.

"Your cultivation base is too weak right now, and you still can't take on the heavy responsibility of the sect, so you should stay here and improve your cultivation base before going out!"

The remnant soul in the statue spoke to Zhao Jie again.

Hearing this, Zhao Jie was slightly taken aback, and quickly said:

"Senior, there are two companions of the junior outside"

"The old man will arrange for them to leave, so you can stay here and cultivate well!"

. . . . . .

At the same time, Shen Ruiling on the other side had also reached the final stage of refining the pair of silver wings. At this time, the purple bird was already closely connected with his soul.

In fact, when Shen Ruiling came into contact with this little bird, he found out that this little purple bird was still very weak, and he didn't show any resistance at all. He only used a few wisps of thunder power. , he left the imprint of the soul on his body.

And when the pair of feather wings were refined by him, they turned into a ray of light and quickly embedded in his back, as if they were directly drilled into the flesh.

"How is this going"

Shen Ruiling was stunned when he noticed the pair of silver wings embedded on his back shoulder.

However, just when he was in a daze, the green-robed old man who had disappeared for a long time reappeared in the stone room.

The next moment, Shen Huanchi and Shen Ruiling both stood up and looked at each other in unison.

"I wonder what happened to our other companion?"

Shen Huanchi looked at the green-robed old man who appeared and asked.

"Hehe, that one has successfully passed all the tests, but he still needs to stay here to inherit the inheritance, so the two of you can leave first!"

Hearing this, Shen Huanchi couldn't help but look at each other, a strange look flashed in their eyes, and they seemed to be a little bit unconvinced by what the place said.

Could it be that Zhao Jie is in danger?

Shen Ruiling suddenly thought of something, and his face darkened slightly.

At this time, the green-robed old man took out a bead from nowhere and handed it to Shen Huanchi.

And when the latter two saw what Zhao Jie himself said in the photo bead, they chose to believe the old man.

As the photo beads in their hands shattered into phantoms, Shen Huanchi looked at each other again, and then the corners of their mouths turned up in unison.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Jie really got the inheritance here!

"Okay, you two, please leave with me!"

Hearing this, Shen Huanchi followed the old man and walked outside.

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