Chapter 170 Telling

Ding Chuanli looked at the tablet in front of him, took three sticks of incense, and lit them with his hand.

After praying three times, place the incense in the incense burner in front of you.

A cloud of smoke enveloped the memorial tablet.

If a family wants to prosper, someone needs to make sacrifices, and who to sacrifice is a question.

They are not only members of the family, but also individuals, parents, brothers, and children.

The relationship between these must also be grasped well and not be disappointing.

If the clan does not love and protect its children, do we expect the children born here to respect the clan?

"Old Qi, you've passed." Ding Chuanli's voice was calm, but a little colder.

Ding Wanchun knelt on the ground, trembling.

With a trembling voice, he tried to crawl forward two steps and reached Ding Chuanli's feet. He raised his head slightly and said with all sincerity: "Ancestor, I am really unjust. I did it all for the sake of the family."

"Ding Xie was originally unruly. He left home as a young man and caused such a big disaster. How could the family tolerate him?"

"I admit that I am ashamed of Ding Shichang and his wife..."

Ancestor Ding waved his hand slightly, signaling Ding Wanchun not to say anything further, and sighed: "Old Seven, you have changed."

"Tell me, what kind of benefits does the Blood Evil Sect promise you to make you work so hard to create a split?"

Ding Wanchun opened his mouth to cry.

Unexpectedly, a golden light burst out from his mouth and went straight to Ding Chuanli's heart.

Phew.

Golden light passed through the body, accompanied by blood that flew away.

Ding Chuanli's eyes widened and he took two steps back slightly, blood flowing down the corner of his mouth.

"Lao Qi, you..."

Ding Wanchun stood up, his eyes filled with blood, and he laughed wildly: "Hahaha."

"The Blood Evil Sect, promise me the position of ancestor of the Ding family."

"If I can help them control the Ding family, I will extract spiritual objects to help me ascend the Golden Pill and become a real person."

"Whoever has it is not as good as what I have."

"Old Ancestor, this 'Long Light Split the Earth' talisman is of the fourth level, and now your heart has been severed."

Before he finished speaking, Ding Chuanli's body changed. A light and shadow came out of Ding Chuanli's body, and it turned out to be Ding Chuanli's Yin God.

The body behind him gradually turned white and tender, and finally fell to the ground.

Gradually the prototype was revealed, which was a ginseng.

"The Yin God is incarnating?" Ding Wanchun shouted in horror.

Just as he was about to run away, a fingerprint hit him on the forehead. He panicked and begged for mercy at the same time: "Ancestor, have mercy on me."

"I can't spare you!"

The seal in Ding Chuanli's hand has already been formed.

It slammed into Ding Wanchun's body, and his heart and internal organs were directly shattered.

The magic of imprisoning the gods came out, and even Ding Wanchun's Yin Shen was held in Ding Chuanli's hands.

After dealing with Lao Qi, Ding Chuanli sighed: "It seems that we have to clean up the worms within the family."

As the family gets bigger, there are always people with different ideas.

Just like what Ding Wanchun said, many people have this idea, "No one has as much as I have."

What you think about is not how to develop, but how to kill others and get what they want.

Looking back at the dead ginseng essence, Ding Chuanli's eyes flashed with regret.

This is a rare thing. It can entrust the Yin spirit in it. It is not much different from normal physical walking. It is an excellent life-saving trump card.

Without hesitation, Ding Chuanli put away the body of the ginseng spirit, carried the body of Lao Qi and the Yin spirit and flew towards the back mountain in the form of light.

The escape light flashes.

Tu Shanjun and Ding Xie left the Ding family.

"you……"

Tushanjun wanted to say something, but when the words came to his lips, he couldn't say anything.

Sometimes it's better to be quieter.

Ding Xie wiped his tears and silently recited the Little Zhou Tian Qingxin Mantra several times.

Now that things have happened, there is no need to continue to be upset, regretful or even blame yourself. What you want is a solution.

Ding Xie was not the kind of person to be coy. He released the spirit boat, placed the spirit stone, and took two deep breaths: "Brother Tushan, thank you."

"Thank you for still standing by me."

Tu Shanjun shook his head and said, "I should thank you."

"Actually...let him go."

"Brother Tushan."

Ding Xie interrupted Tu Shanjun and said, "Speak more openly."

"I did this not only for you, but also because of my Taoist heart. If I let him go, I will never be able to get over this hurdle in my life."

"There is no need to talk about this matter anymore."

Tu Shanjun nodded. He was not a mother-in-law. He said so much thanks that he didn't even know whether he was sincere or not.

Having said this, Ding Xie took out two jars of wine from the holding talisman.

The two of them filled their wine glasses on the small boat.

After drinking several cups in a row, Ding Xie couldn't help but say: "Sometimes I really think, if only I came back earlier."

"Or it would be better if I didn't leave."

"It's my fault that I'm too stubborn about this."

People say that my parents are not far away from home, so I got involved in a large-scale spiritual boat when I was ten years old.

I was very courageous at that time, so I drifted all the way, thinking that I must join a big sect.

Later, I finally joined the Wanfa Sect, which was the most powerful sect in the Xiaohuang Territory. I wrote a letter to report that I was safe. I also came back once after I entered Taoism, and then I concentrated on practicing.

"In the blink of an eye, so many years have passed."

Come back again, things are different and people are different, but this kind of thing happens.

"Damn it, this is not a good thing to practice as an immortal."

"I am a dignified foundation-building monk of Wanfa Sect..." After shouting, perhaps thinking that was all, Ding Xie didn't say anything for a long time and raised his wine glass.

Tu Shanjun was stunned for a moment and tightened his grip on the wine glass in his hand.

The amber drink reflected his face.

Staring blankly.

What about the foundation-building monks?

He also once asked himself, he is a dignified foundation-building monk.

He can fly across the sea of ​​clouds, open mountains and crack rocks, the Yin spirit can travel around outside his body, and he can wield a sword a thousand miles away.

However, there are also things that cannot be done.

Still have to become an immortal.

If you don't become an immortal, you will only be a powerful person after all.

"I live in Xiaolingzhou, which is quiet and peaceful. Not to mention white-flour steamed buns, at least I can drink a bowl of gruel."

"That day, while I was eating steamed buns and drinking porridge, I was suddenly killed by a demon cultivator."

Thinking about it now, Tu Shanjun really didn't know where he should go to reason. It was as if fate played a joke on him, and then he became the soul flag.

Fortunately, the system was turned on, which preserved his sanity and still had considerable potential.

Tu Shanjun is sometimes very scared. He is afraid that the magic weapon cannot be advanced, and he is afraid that his own cultivation level cannot be improved.

I am afraid that there is no way to realize what I am carrying.

It's said to be a system, but who knows if that crappy thing may have limitations or even be inoperable.

He never told anyone about his concerns, and he still doesn't.

Hearing that Tu Shanjun died so inexplicably, Ding Xie opened his mouth and wanted to say something: "I haven't heard about it."

Tu Shanjun glanced at Ding Xie.

He never said, how did Ding Xie hear about it?

Even his disciple Wen Yue didn't know about this.

However, Tu Shanjun didn't say too much. The fewer people who know about his affairs, the better. Many secrets cannot be revealed, whether it is time travel or the system.

"drink wine."

The eldest brother does not laugh at the second brother.

No one has it easy.

More than miserable, some are even worse.

Tu Shanjun just felt that if others could get through it, why couldn't he.

If there are limitations, break through them. Since this is the world of cultivation, there will always be a way.

Gurgling and gulping down two jars.

Tu Shanjun felt that it was not enough, so he took out two more jars from the holding talisman.

This was a fine wine left by the big-headed ghost for him, and there were only two jars left after drinking it.

Thinking of Datou, Tushanjun suddenly missed him a little.

This guy is too naughty and runs too fast, otherwise Irihata would have been with him long ago.

"Hey, hey, brother Tushan."

"Save some for me."

"Intend?"

Ding Xie thought for a moment and then said: "Let's go to Yangcheng first to see how the situation is there, and then take Yangcheng's large spiritual boat to my sect, Wanfa Sect."

"I have to send a message to my master, and Senior Brother Hu's body must also be sent back."

"Exchange more than 20,000 merits."

There is no problem with this decision.

No one expected that such a big thing would happen when they returned home.

Tu Shanjun reached out and took out Xiao Wanli's talisman and Xiao Wanli's soul flag from his stomach.

There are also the sword pills and flying swords that were picked up.

These things were all collected by Tushanjun after the battle. He had a high level of cultivation, so the elders of the Ding family did not dare to ask for them.

"Brother Tushan, this is amazing. I thought I lost it."

Ding Xie took the sword pill and said, "What a Yuan Magnetic Sword embryo, there is a real chance it can be refined into a magic weapon."

The flying sword was relatively ordinary, so Ding Xie casually opened the holding talisman.

Not only these, Tu Shanjun also obtained Xiao Wanli's Yin God, two Yin Gods in the early stage of foundation building, one Yin God in the middle stage of foundation building, and dozens of living souls from the Great Perfection of Qi Training.

Keeping an eye on the affairs of the Ding family, Tu Shanjun had no time to count the loot.

It just so happens that it can be done now.

Return to the Soul Flag and use Soul Questioning on Xiao Wanli.

【extract】

[Comprehensive Blood Evil Sutra (Foundation Building Chapter)]

【Yuantai concept】

【Bloodlight Escape】

[Mist Blood Shield Seal]

[Cathode Burning Magic]

[Soul Searching Technique]

One Sutra, five techniques, and this practice method also comes with several techniques.

For Tu Shanjun, the original monotonous shooting method was directly supplemented into a system.

And there is also the Soul Searching Technique that Tu Shanjun is obsessed with. After Tu Shanjun obtained the skill seed, he couldn't wait to use the Soul Searching Technique to search for Xiao Wanli's Yin Shen.

But what surprised Tu Shanjun was that the Soul Searching Technique could not be activated, and Xiao Wanli's mind went blank.

Tushanjun used the soul-searching technique on other Yin gods again, and it was still the same.

"Strange."

‘Can’t soul-searching techniques obtained from outside search for the soul of the soul flag? ’

Although Tu Shanjun found it strange, he didn't think much about it. Since he couldn't search for souls, it didn't matter. If he searched for too many souls, he might even get confused.

"Ask Po."

Use Questioning Po against the foundation-building Yin Shen in Xiao Wanli's soul flag.

【extract】

[Qingyun Sutra (Incomplete) (Foundation Building Chapter)]

"Gone?"

"Ask Po."

"Ask Po."

He cast it twice more, and finally used Questioning Po against the other two foundation-building Yin gods. This time, even the scripture meaning was gone.

No response.

"ah?"

Tu Shanjun then used Wenpo to check the received Qi Training Dzogchen.

Among them, two magic techniques were found, but they were obviously used by ghosts and not the meaning of the techniques of Qi practitioners.

'what 's wrong? ’

Tushanjun frowned.

He knew that asking about these panels wouldn't yield anything.

'You can get skill seeds by asking Po Xiao Wanli, but there are no others, not none, but very few. The most outstanding one is Qingyun Jing, which is still incomplete. ’

‘Could it be that asking for souls also has limitations? ’

‘Or are different souls, and Yinshen also has limitations? ’

Tu Shanjun recalled that this was not the case before.

If the differences are eliminated, it means that he obtained this batch of souls from other people's soul flags, not from him directly receiving the soul flags.

I don’t have a clue. Anyway, Tu Shanjun understands that asking the soul is not necessarily useful, so he still has to explore by himself.