Chapter 22 Wang Minghui, dies

In his own cave, Wang Nannan, his mother, and his brother and sister were having dinner.

His brother and sister were taken in by his mother Zhou Min for a short stay. Now they have become handsome boys and girls. They have practiced mortal martial arts since childhood, including the three martial arts books that Wang Nannan sent over some time ago. The two of them also started to practice.

Although they are siblings, the three of them have not seen each other for several years. Their feelings are a little indifferent. For a while, they don’t know what to say? Just as mother Zhou Min was looking for a topic, a voice came.

Mother Zhou Min’s face changed and she put down her chopsticks.

“Your third great grandfather has fallen!”

The brother and sister were a little puzzled, but Wang Nannan was a little unbelievable.

The third great grandfather Wang Minghui is the old man who is responsible for guarding the library. He is usually kind, but the "One Qi into Three Pure Ones" technique almost pitted Wang Nannan once. Wang Nannan was impressed by this third great grandfather.

“The third great grandfather doesn’t seem to be a foundation-building cultivator?” Wang Nannan asked.

Mother Zhou Min nodded slightly, "There are only two foundation-building cultivators in the clan, the clan leader and Wang Xiangxiu. The third elder is indeed not a foundation-building cultivator."

"But the third elder is over a hundred years old. I heard that the clan leader once found a longevity pill for him, so he was able to... Alas! In the end, he couldn't stand the erosion of time."

Mother Zhou Min was a little sad. The elders in the clan are the foundation, and every death is a loss to the clan.

"The news came from your seventh grandfather Wang Dingkong. We must go there." Mother Zhou Min pointed to her eldest son and eldest daughter again, "You two stay quietly in the cave, and you are not allowed to run around."

Then, taking Wang Nannan, they walked all the way to the top of Changshan Mountain Range

"Mother, is the seventh grandfather the only alchemist in the clan?" Wang Nannan asked. He had heard of this name before, but it was a little unfamiliar.

"Yes, your seventh grandfather Wang Dingkong is the only alchemist in the clan, and he is also the son of your third great grandfather. However, he usually stays in the market near Shennongmen, so you probably haven't seen him very often."

"The longevity pill was also made by your seventh grandfather?" Wang Nannan continued to ask. Longevity pills are also rare. Even after practicing for so long, Wang Nannan rarely heard of them.

"It shouldn't be. Longevity pills are at least second-grade pills. Your seventh grandfather can't make them. It's likely that the clan leader asked for them from Shennongmen." Mother Zhou Min quickened her pace.

Wang Nannan was a little disappointed. He wanted to get a few longevity pills to eat in the future to see if he could get a golden finger bug. Now that he knew that only Shennongmen could make them, his idea should not be realized in the short term.

The two of them walked very fast and came all the way to Wang Dingkong's cave house.

At this time, the cave house was crowded with people, and the pomp was even greater than when Wang Nannan's grandfather died.

An endless stream of cultivators were still coming, and some people tended to squeeze people.

Wang Nannan looked from afar and saw two monks in Shennong Sect clothes coming out in front of the cave. They must be the Shennong Sect masters stationed in the clan.

It is normal for the elders of the foundation-building family to die and come to express condolences on behalf of Shennong Sect.

In Wang Nannan's opinion, the funeral of monks is similar to that of mortals, but it is only limited to monks with families. If they are independent cultivators, they may be eaten directly by monsters.

For seven consecutive days, the whole clan was plain, with sad faces and no joy. The clan leader also rushed back from the Qingfeng Mountains.

The clan leader looked at the clan members and sighed, but in the eyes of the Shennong Sect monks beside him, there was a gloating expression.

The funeral process was relatively smooth until the burial. After all, the Wang family is a foundation-building family, and no one dared to cause trouble.

The sad atmosphere will not go away for a while, but life must go on.

Wang Nannan returned to the valley and found that Wang Dingru and Wang Dingxi looked a little haggard.

"Third grandma, Sixth grandpa..." Wang Nannan was about to speak, but was stopped by the other party.

"Go and practice! We have seen many things about life and death, it's okay." Wang Dingru waved his hand to indicate that it was okay, and Wang Nannan had to leave.

...

Si Xi lay at the door of the cave, staring at the wind and cloud grass. The three wind and cloud grasses before had been planted and replanted, and now they have become a large area. According to Wang Nannan, except for some of the wind and cloud grasses that were kept for seeds, the rest are Si Xi's food.

The things that have been coveted for a long time are about to be tasted. For this reason, Si Xi often stared at the growth of the wind and cloud grass.

"Si Xi, if you eat the wind and cloud grass, you can't awaken the wind spell. You can do it yourself!" Wang Nannan teased, and Si Xi shrank his head and kept silent. Whether it can be awakened or not, it doesn't count.

Wang Nannan smiled knowingly and began to promote the birth of the wind and cloud grass.

A few days later.

"Cousin." Wang Nannan found Wang Xiangxiu, and this time he came to advance again.

Wang Xiangxiu led the other party in, and asked while busy with other things, "Just say it directly, don't be long-winded."

Wang Nannan saw that the other party was so busy, and didn't waste words, "I still want to advance the contribution to buy some spiritual medicines and alchemy furnaces. I exchanged the alchemist inheritance a few days ago, and now I want to give it a try."

Wang Xiangxiu raised his head and glanced at Wang Nannan, "You kid is greedy and can't digest it. Don't lose sight of the big picture."

"If you really have time, you might as well learn insect cultivation from me."

"In the world of cultivating immortals, the strong are respected. Although the status of the alchemist is respected, it is nothing in front of power."

"Also, the alchemist in the clan, that is, your seventh grandfather, is busier than me. It is impossible for you to ask him to teach you."

Wang Nannan smiled awkwardly, "I have barely entered the alchemy inheritance, so I have to give it a try. If it doesn't work, I will give up. It won't delay the planting of spiritual medicines, let alone the cultivation."

"Whatever you say!" Wang Xiangxiu saw the other party saying this and did not continue to stop him.

"What spiritual medicine do you need?"

"The spiritual medicines for the Bigu Pill and the healing powder."

"Got it! I will notify your seventh grandfather to help purchase the spiritual medicine and the alchemy furnace in the market. There is no stock in the clan. The specific cost will be deducted directly from you when the things come back, and finally the green duckweed will be used to pay off the account."

Wang Nannan expressed his gratitude and left the cave without disturbing his cousin.

Another thing was solved, and the previous sadness was mostly blown away. Once the alchemy furnace and spiritual medicine were in place, the alchemy inheritance could officially begin to practice.

Wang Nannan recalled the refining process of the two pills over and over in his mind, trying to fail less times.

"I hope my hands can catch up with my brain by then. Don't learn it once you see it, but fail once you do it."

Spiritual plant husband + alchemist is actually a good combination, especially for many talented casual cultivators who have gained a lot of cultivation resources through this.

Even some sect cultivators choose this combination. After all, spiritual plant husband is the foundation of all sects, and elixirs are a necessity for cultivation. The two have something in common in spiritual medicine, which makes it easier to cultivate.

Wang Nannan's choice is also a matter of course, otherwise Wang Xiangxiu would have rejected his request long ago.