I’m in the Immortal Cultivation World Evergreen Fast

For Mu Ershun, Lu Chang’an was not only his Uncle Lu, but also his rune master.

This relationship is second only to the biological father.

Mu Ershun was thirty-seven or eight years old and nearly forty years old.

The seventh-layer cultivation of refining qi, a senior first-order middle-grade talisman master, has today’s achievements, and it is inseparable from Lu Chang’an’s promotion.

“Er Shun, I haven’t seen you for many years, and I look more and more like your father.”

Lu Changan smiled and saw Mu Ershun’s slightly raised belly.

He beckoned Mu Ershun and Lin Lu to come in and sit.

“Uncle Lu, this is a gift that my father asked me to bring.”

Mu Ershun handed over a storage bag.

Lu Changan opened the storage bag, swept it around, and was slightly moved.

The storage bag was filled with materials from Tsukidan, worth hundreds of spirit stones.

These materials are not the same as the one given by Zhao Siyao back then.

“I have received your father’s wishes.”

Lu Changan did not shirk and accepted this material.

Even if these materials overlapped with the basic collection he collected.

But one of the mutton fat bottles.

The clarifying liquid contained in it is the auxiliary drug “February Tears” that Lu Changan currently lacks.

February tears themselves are not outstanding in value and efficacy, and they must be generated in a specific environment, but they can not be sought.

In this way, the materials for building the base dan, Lu Chang’an only lacked Xuan Lingguo.

“With Er Qing’s worth, at most part-time Lingzhifu, can he easily take out this resource? Moreover, he also wants to build the foundation.

Lu Changan noticed the clue.

He immediately asked Mu Ershun about Mu Jiuan’s situation.

“Jiu’an was taken in by a foundation building senior and left Feiyue Lake a year ago.”

Mu Ershun replied.

This statement is different from the one mentioned in the letter.

Li Erqing has long been not the simple peasant boy he was back then, he has rich life experience, and it is normal to have a city government.

Lu Changan speculated that there may be hidden details about this matter, which were not mentioned in the letter.

Mu Er Shun came to Huanglong Immortal City, mainly to greet his father and send a filial piety.

He stayed for two days, got Lu Chang’an’s rune guidance, and left Huanglong Immortal City.

……

Two years later.

Lu Changan was sixty-one years old, and his cultivation was approaching the ninth layer of refining qi.

On this day, the news of Guan DaoChang’s death came.

The death was sudden, earlier than Lu Changan expected.

Guan Qiaozhi cried like a tearful person, blaming herself for being distracted and not taking good care of her master.

Lu Changan examined the autopsy and confirmed that he died normally.

In the months before his death, Chief Seki secretly purchased a life-prolonging supplement.

At the beginning of taking it, the energy is much better, and the actual body function is squeezed, but it becomes a poison that urges life.

Guan DaoChang is Lu Chang’an’s immortal cultivator in this life.

Out of respect, he arranged a funeral with Kwan Qiaozhi.

According to Guan Dao’s will before his death, everything was simple, and the ashes were scattered in the mountains around the Yellow Dragon Immortal City.

As a disciple, Guan Qiaozhi kept filial piety for 100 days.

After that, she officially moved to Shuiyueju to take care of Lu Changan’s life.

……

Guan Qiaozhi entered the door, Lu Changan did not arrange a wine banquet, nor did he have a cave room ceremony.

In this regard, Guan Qiaozhi is inevitably a little disappointed.

If it is a concubine, some monks will notify relatives and friends and arrange a wine banquet out of importance.

Lu Changan ignored her, obviously preferring to treat her as a maid rather than a concubine.

Lu Changan saw a little emotion in Guan Qiaozhi and specifically talked to her.

“Qiaozhi, the original two choices, you still have a chance to regret it.”

Lu Changan was willing to take this girl in out of the affection of Guan Dao.

Guan Qiaozhi is indeed a little useful, taking care of housework, taking care of pets, making talisman paper, warming the bed and so on, Lu Changan is not excluded.

But by no means a necessity.

“Senior Brother Lu, I don’t regret my decision back then, even if I become a maid, Qiaozhi is willing to serve you all the time.”

Guan Qiaozhi’s eyes were bright and pure, and his tone was firm.

Her willingness to serve Lu Chang’an was the result of careful consideration.

First, Lu Changan has connections and backers, and as a senior talisman master, his prospects are stable.

Second, Lu Changan’s character is reliable, and her appearance and temperament make her feel good.

Although Lu Changan is dozens of years older than her, this age difference is nothing in the Immortal Cultivation World.

Of course, Guan Qiaozhi is so willing, in addition to the above two points, it may not be selfish.

If Lu Changan builds the foundation by chance, her status will rise.

Common sense told her:

“Sixty-one-year-old man, the possibility of foundation building failure is greater.”

Lu Changan has no heirs. After passing away

in a hundred years, as a first-order upper-grade talisman master, Guan Qiaozhi can inherit the rich inheritance in his life.

……

After Guan Qiaozhi officially moved in, he took care of Shuiyueju in an orderly manner.

Daily chores, gourmet food, pet care, and the preparation of drawing materials are impeccable.

Lu Changan was a lot more relieved, and enjoyed the treatment of Guan DaoChang back then, like an extra small cotton jacket.

He spends more energy on cultivating the body, studying his skills, or going out to make friends.

More than half a year later.

Water Moon House, Secret Room.

A soaring mana fluctuation came, bringing a vague spiritual pressure.

“The year of flower armor, the ninth layer of refining qi.”

Lu Changan’s eyes opened, as if precipitating the vicissitudes of the years and the cycle of the four seasons.

The mana in the body increased by two or three percent, and he faintly sensed where the upper limit of the refining period was.

It was similar to expected, from the eighth layer to the ninth layer of gas refining, it took nine years.

His age in this life reached sixty-two, the year of proper flower armor.

As a concubine, Guan Qiaozhi is not excessive to call him “old man”.

The longevity of Changqing Gong made Lu Changan look about twenty years old.

The face is like a crown of jade, handsome and dusty, dressed in a white robe, quiet and indifferent.

This youthfulness is not an appearance, but a jade quality from the inside out.

Lu Changan usually has to restrain his breath, otherwise his temperament is too outstanding.

“The nine layers of refining qi in the year of flower armor, the ancient rare year should be able to build the foundation.”

Lu Changan had already estimated. From the ninth layer of gas refining

to the peak of gas refining, it will take many years, which is not lower than the eighth to ninth layer of gas refining.

Theoretically, the nine layers of refining gas can also impact the foundation.

In order to have a deeper foundation, most cultivators generally choose to attack the foundation at the peak of the ninth layer of refining qi.

At Lu Changan’s feet, the Xuanshui turtle was greedily sucking the residual breath of Changqing Gong.

The true cultivation of the Xuan Water Turtle is not too far from the middle of the first order.

This turtle is good at converging his breath, communicating with Lu Chang’an’s soul, and does not display his magic talent in front of anyone other than him.

Guan Qiaozhi is not proficient in imperial beasts, even if he is in contact with it from time to time, he can’t see the clue.

“Congratulations to Big Brother Lu for being promoted to the ninth layer of refining qi.”

Two days later, Lu Changan went out of customs, and Guan Qiaozhi was waiting outside the door.

Guan Qiaozhi’s face is pure and beautiful, wearing a beige skirt, her body is light and delicate.

On the same day, Guan Qiaozhi made a table of spiritual food delicacies and celebrated a little, which made Lu Changan greatly relieve his appetite and

improve his cultivation, and Lu Changan was very happy.

Guan Qiaozhi turned her eyes around, pursed her pink lips, and her face suddenly turned red.

Cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks and retreated.

In the middle of the night.

Lu Changan drew a few talismans and walked out of the talisman room.

“Brother Lu, the concubine is waiting for you to bathe.”

Outside the door, there was a girl’s voice.

Guan Qiaozhi’s body was only wrapped in a piece of white light tulle, almost transparent, and her delicate and convex silhouette loomed.

The light gauze exposes smooth jade-like shoulders, snow-white slender pink legs, as if it is a beautiful meal.