Chapter 349 The rd of the twelfth lunar month

When Pan Yun was jumping in the valley with a bucket to pick snow, Miao, Miaozhen and the others also got up. With a cry, they ran to the cave to see Pan Yun.

With such heavy snow, the junior master will definitely come out to play, and they want to play together.

As a result, he was blocked by Wang Feiyin after running only two steps.

He pointed at the shovel and broom in the corner and said, "What are you standing there for? Go sweep the snow!"

The two men turned around silently, and Tao Yanbai, who was one step behind them, turned around without saying a word and went to get the shovel.

In the end, the three of them were unable to get close to the mountain. Wang Feiyin did not allow them to see her and assigned them heavy training tasks.

"Especially Yanbai and Miaohe, the alchemy of Longhu Mountain is not worth mentioning. If you want to learn it thoroughly, you still have to learn it in our Sanqing Mountain."

"You only have more than three months a year in the mountains. If you don't take this opportunity to learn, how long will it take you?" Wang Feiyin used Wang Cong as a negative example, "Don't learn from your senior brother, who seems to know everything, but in fact he is not good at anything and has only learned the basics."

Tao Yanbai and Miaohe nodded in agreement.

Wang Feiyin turned to look at Miao Zhen and said, "The talismans and astronomical calculations of Longhu Mountain are unique. You must study hard. If you don't understand, ask your fourth uncle for help. In two years, when you graduate from the academy, I will send you to the capital."

"Your master's astronomical calculations are not inferior to those of the people in Longhu Mountain, but you must serve your master. It would be best if you can pass the examination like your second senior brother, so that you can enter and leave the palace."

Yin Song and his colleagues' office was located in the imperial palace. As an official of the Taichang Temple and the Qintianjian, not only were their working hours longer than those of ordinary officials, but their days and nights were also reversed.

After all, observing the night sky is also part of their business.

There is an observatory in the palace, as well as special instruments for stargazing. If Miaozhen wants to make further progress in astronomy, she must take the examination and enter the palace.

Miaozhen agreed with a serious face, and they finally didn't want to go play with Pan Jun anymore.

Both sides were immersed in cultivation, and time passed quickly, and soon it was the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month.

In Jiangnan, people celebrate the Little New Year on the 24th day of the twelfth lunar month.

During the Little New Year, in addition to thorough cleaning, people also worship the Kitchen God and prepare sumptuous offerings.

Many families took out lucky bags from the mountain temple.

During the temple fair, almost everyone who could move in the family went, and everyone lined up to get a lucky bag and a bag of medicinal herbs.

Not to mention the medicinal herbs, the rice in the lucky bag has been almost eaten up during this period, but many families still left a lucky bag specifically for today.

The rice in the lucky bag was soaked, and they started steaming the rice in the second half of the night. They would offer sacrifices to the Kitchen God early the next morning and then share the lucky rice.

There are seven kinds of Fumi, each with a different color. After being steamed, it is black with red and dotted with yellow, which looks particularly beautiful.

Of course, it is also delicious after being steamed thoroughly.

The children were already looking forward to it before it got dark, running around the basin of soaked fumi.

In Fenshui Village at the foot of Sanqing Mountain, almost every household took out the Fu rice to soak. Their lives are better than those outside, but the Fu rice has a special meaning.

They also choose to soak the blessed rice today and use it to worship the Kitchen God tomorrow.

Wang Xiaojing went with a group of friends to pick dried persimmons. When they heard the sound of horse hooves, they looked up and saw Wang Cong, who looked exhausted, sitting on the horse. He reined in the horse and slowed down as they approached the village entrance.

Wang Xiaojing's eyes lit up and he waved his hands vigorously, "Brother Cong, Brother Cong——"

Wang Cong reined in the horse, and the horse trotted forward. "Xiao Jing, are you on vacation? Is your grandfather at home? I want to leave my horse at your house."

As he spoke, Wang Cong rode his horse past Wang Xiaojing.

Wang Xiaojing ate a mouthful of dirt as soon as he opened his mouth. Wang Cong turned his head vigorously and said, "I'm sorry, this horse has been running for too long and is angry. It's a little bit out of control now..."

Wang Xiaojing spat out the dirt with two "Puh" sounds, and said loudly to Wang Cong, who was almost out of sight: "My grandfather is at home—"

Wang Cong rode his horse directly to the teahouse, and found that old man Wang was indeed cleaning the teahouse.

He touched the panting horse with pity and agreed immediately, "Just leave it to me. I have straw at home. I will ask Xiaojing to cut some grass and vegetables and feed it to it."

Wang Cong took out a hundred yuan and gave it to him, saying, "There are also soybeans. Mix some soybean ingredients with it."

Mr. Wang pushed the money back, "How much can a horse eat? It's free."

Wang Cong stuffed the beans into his hand and pressed it. "This horse eats more than a human being, and it's more expensive. It has a big appetite. Remember to feed it beans."

After saying that, he turned and left. Wang Laozhang chased him for five or six steps but couldn't catch him back.

Wang Cong used Qinggong to quickly climb the mountain.

Wang Feiyin didn't know if he had expected his son to come back today, but he had been hanging around in front of the mountain gate since early morning. He even went to the foot of the mountain for a walk, under the pretext of visiting the mountain temple.

When I came back from the foot of the mountain, I also wandered around the square in front of the mountain gate.

Xuan Miao usually practices sword in the square. Today, there is this person hanging around, and her mood becomes restless.

He simply put away his sword, counted with his fingers and said, "Big Brother, stop wandering, Cong'er has come back." Wang Feiyin: "I can hear the footsteps, do I need you to count?"

Wang Feiyin stood in front of the mountain gate with his hands behind his back, finally stopping swaying back and forth.

Wang Cong bypassed the Hanxing Pool and flew quickly to the mountain gate. When Wang Feiyin saw him appear, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly.

He looked him up and down and saw that he had all his limbs intact. Apart from being a little thinner and looking a little pale, his breathing was stable and he had no external or internal injuries. He nodded and said, "Not bad. Is it your brain that has improved, or your martial arts? Or, you just didn't make any money?"

Wang Cong patted the jade pendant on his waist and said, "I made a profit."

His eyes sparkled, "The money we earned this time is enough for our temple to use for three years. Junior Master and the brothers and sisters can use any body-building medicine they want."

Wang Feiyin nodded, "That's a lot of money. Your Third Uncle also brought back more than 16,000 taels. With these, the Taoist temple should be able to last for five or six years without any problem."

Wang Cong was slightly surprised, "Third and Fourth Uncles earned so much?"

Xuanmiao passed by and said, "I made the money from selling it to your junior master."

Wang Cong did not ask in detail. The Fourth Master Uncle could not really sell out the Young Master Uncle. He said excitedly, "Then I can save more money as capital."

"No," Wang Feiyin shook his head and said seriously, "If it's you, you will have time to practice."

"For at least five years, you won't have to worry about making a living, so you can focus on your cultivation."

Wang Cong's body froze, and the smile on his face almost disappeared. "Dad, if you don't think about the future, you will have immediate worries. Oh my..."

Wang Feiyin twisted his ears and led him to the backyard, "You are right. If you don't practice, you may not be able to come back safely when you go out in the future. This is your long-term and short-term worry. Go practice!"

Wang Cong felt that his father was getting cocky. "Dad, you can't just look at my junior uncle's talent and raise your expectations of me. You should remember your original intention. You never forced me to practice martial arts and cultivate the Tao in the past, and let me live my life to my heart's content. How can you expect me to become a successful person now?"

Wang Feiyin used force with his fingers, and Wang Cong cried out, "Gentle, gentle..."

Wang Feiyin: "I don't expect my son to be successful. My requirement has always been that your ability should match your ambition."

"You actually dared to ask your junior uncle to make two spaces for you and take these two things out. Who do you think you can hide this from?"

"Those who know the space in your sleeves will have ways to identify the items on you. If they try to snatch them away, can you keep your things and your life from them?"

"People who don't know about the space in their sleeves are even more terrifying," Wang Feiyin said, "Those people in the martial arts world, high-ranking officials, is there anything they dare not do? If they notice something strange about you, they can crack your bones open just to see where you hide your things."

"To them, you are an alien and a treasure," Wang Feiyin said, "Can your cultivation level protect you?"

Wang Cong opened his mouth and whispered, "Fourth and Fifth Junior Sisters also have..."

"Their cultivation is no worse than yours now," Wang Feiyin let go of his ear and said calmly, "Moreover, they are focused on their cultivation and have never slacked off. Now they have your Junior Master-Uncle following them all the time, so they are not afraid of these things at all."

Wang Cong's shoulders slumped, and he asked, "Then how high should my cultivation level be to be considered to be so that I can keep these two jade pendants?"

Wang Feiyin stretched out four fingers and said, "At least the peak of the fourth stage. Of course, if you are a genius, it would be even better if you can cultivate to the fifth stage, or enter the Dao directly."

Wang Cong stared at Wang Feiyin's fingers, gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I'll practice!"

He is now at the third stage of cultivation, and is considered a third-rate master in the martial arts world, ahem, just above-average kung fu.

It was not very difficult for Wang Cong to advance to the fourth level, especially since he could convert his internal force into Yuanli and absorb spiritual energy for transformation.

In terms of talent, Wang Cong was among the best, otherwise he would not have graduated so early when he was studying at the Longhushan Academy.

He learns magic well and quickly because he has the support of Yuanli in his body.

Others need to reach the peak of the fourth stage and the fifth stage to transform their internal energy into Yuanli, but it is not the case for him.

Like Miaozhen and Miaohe, he had long since realized the transformation between the two and was also able to attract spiritual energy for cultivation.

He's just lazy.

Others use twelve points of their energy to practice, but he only uses one point.

Wang Feiyin urged him many times because he was afraid that his enemies outside would one day be stupid enough to implicate him. Wang Cong's cultivation was too low and he couldn't even send out a signal for help.

But nothing works.

This child is devoted to supporting his family and only has eyes for making money.

But he rarely used the money he earned, but took it back to the Taoist temple to support his father, uncle, and fellow junior brothers and sisters.

This made Wang Feiyin feel distressed and angry, and he didn't know how to teach him a lesson.

Now, there is finally something that can make him practice actively.

Wang Feiyin was overjoyed. As expected, it was the right thing to do to sit back and watch his junior sister carve a space array for him. If he had known that this could force him to practice, he would have gone to learn the space array long ago. With his level of cultivation, he could also carve it.

However, which book describes the space array?
(End of this chapter)