Mysterious mirror hanging high

If you look closely at this matter, it is a complicated mess, and the role played by Zhao Mingyu is really not very glorious. Because of this incident, Jing Yu even wanted to distance himself from Zhao Mingyu.

In the future, if it is for Zhao Yuanxi's path, will she, Zhao Mingyu, backstab her sixth brother just like she backstabbed those mortal body cultivators today?

After all, one is her granddaughter, and the other is just her half-brother!

In addition, both of them were born into the royal family of Zhao State, and the brotherhood between them was much weaker than that of ordinary people. If it were not for the second sister Zhao Mingyue who took the initiative to take action, Jing Yu did not know whether he would have to go to war with his third sister one day.

But my third sister is already seventy years old... I don't know how many years she has left to live.

After all, they are still brothers and sisters. Jing Yu is indeed much more tolerant towards his brothers and sisters. Back then, his fourth brother Zhao Mingcheng was old and confused. Before he died, he ambushed the executioners in the secret passage of the hall. In the end, he was not completely confused and retreated. Although Jing Yu knew everything in his heart, he did not care about anything with his dying fourth brother.

Now, I am afraid that my third sister may not live for many years. I just hope that we can part ways amicably and preserve the love we have had as siblings for so many years, without any more trouble.

Finally, Jing Yu thought of Zhao Yuanxi, who was only six years old. He sighed and said, "It's almost time. Let's go."

The two of them walked slowly along the main street of the market, exchanging some experiences on the use of the Taoist Puppet, and soon arrived at their destination.

"Uncle Zhao! Fellow Daoist Wu!"

The one who came to greet him this time was Mu Shan's disciple Li Sheng. After so many years, Li Sheng has grown into an eighteen-year-old young man, and has perfected the third level of Qi training. It seems that he has been stuck in the bottleneck of entering the middle stage for some time.

"Xiaosheng, I heard that you have started to make pills by yourself recently?" Jing Yu said with a smile.

"I can't compare to Uncle Zhao's genius..." Li Sheng was already convinced by this older cultivator who had entered the market at the same time as him. He smiled bitterly and said, "The success rate is too low. I can only break even. I can't earn much spirit stones."

"Although the alchemy technique is important, the cultivation level must also keep up. Otherwise, the magic power will be weak and difficult to sustain, and it will be easy to refine a furnace of useless pills..." Jing Yu gave a few instructions.

"Uncle Zhao is absolutely right... This bottleneck has loosened a little recently. I think the fourth level of Qi training should be not far away." Li Sheng said humbly.

Jing Yu nodded and entered the yard with Wu Buchun.

"Zhao Dao is friendly!"

"Master Zhao Dan, are you free to make a furnace of pills for me recently?"

"How are you, Fellow Daoist Xiao Wu?"

There were already quite a few guests in the yard, most of them were neighbors, so they naturally knew each other and greeted each other.

But now, everyone at the banquet is a monk.

Zhao Mingyu's family are all mortal body cultivators, but there is not a single mortal among the guests at the banquet.

"Chengyan!" Jing Yu naturally sat at the table at home. When he saw Zhao Chengyan, he saw that his nephew looked a little lonely, so he couldn't help but make a joke:

"I heard you've been appointed a deacon of the Xianwen Pavilion, officially registered with the Xiaoyao League. This is a unique honor for a mortal body cultivator in the entire Wushan Market. And today is Yuan Xi's Ascension Banquet, a double celebration... Why are you still so sad?"

Zhao Chengyan forced a smile: "Uncle...damn!"

At this time, Jing Yu looked towards the inner hall and his eyes lit up.

"Yuan Xi!"

Zhao Mingyu took Zhao Yuanxi's little hand and walked out of the inner hall.

Zhao Yuanxi had dressed up specially today. Zhao Mingyu must have tailored a child-sized ice-blue Taoist robe for her, and tied her hair into a bun. She instantly turned into a pretty little Taoist nun.

Zhao Yuanxi, who was originally a little nervous, saw Jing Yu, a smile appeared on his face, and he waved at him vigorously.

"Aunt Zhao! My father's injuries haven't healed yet, so he can't move around. I've been sent here to express my gratitude. It's also Sister Yuan Xi's Ascension Banquet, so please accept this small gift."

Wu Buchun handed over a storage bag. Zhao Mingyu took it in his hand and kept thanking him.

This storage bag is just the most basic one. It does not require refining and has no spiritual restrictions. Mortals can also use it. Therefore, Jing Yu only needs to use his spiritual sense to know what is inside.

Ten spirit stones, a servant puppet, and a sword and shield combat puppet with the combat power of the fourth level of Qi training.

"For just a junior's Spiritual Root Banquet, Wu Qi is quite generous."

Jing Yu thought that this gift was indeed very valuable. Wu Qi was a smart man. He could see that Zhao Mingyu's act of informing on others would not harm the overall situation, but would only save his own life.

"Third sister." Jing Yu looked at Zhao Mingyu with an expressionless face and greeted her indifferently.

Zhao Mingyu's lips moved, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

"Now that Yuan Xi has embarked on the path to immortality, I, as his uncle, must also show my appreciation."

After saying that, Jing Yu took out a thread-bound book from his storage bag and handed it to Zhao Mingyu.

Zhao Mingyu took the book and took a closer look:

[The Secret of Ice Skin and Jade Bones: Qi Training Chapter].

"What is this?" Zhao Mingyu was a little confused by Jing Yu.

It was not because Jing Yu's gift was too insignificant. On the contrary, this technique was very famous. As a mortal body cultivator, Zhao Mingyu had heard of it a long time ago.

[Ice Skin and Jade Bone Art] is a body-refining technique created by an ice-attributed cultivator in the Xiaoyao League. Its Qi training chapter is the best among many Qi training-level body-refining techniques. This chapter alone requires three spirit stones.

The most rare thing is that this technique is different from those head-cutting techniques that only have the Qi training level. It has a foundation-building chapter. If you are an ice-attribute cultivator who is really interested in body training, it can be regarded as an excellent inheritance.

But the problem is... if Zhao Yuanxi had no spiritual roots and was just a mortal, such a gift would be extremely appropriate.

But Zhao Yuanxi himself is a person with spiritual roots. His aptitude is not too bad, but it is definitely not very good either. He doesn't even have time to practice on weekdays, so how can he have time to cultivate his body?

"When you have nothing to do, let Yuan Xi practice. It doesn't have to be too much. Just practicing one or two levels is also good." Jing Yu couldn't say it explicitly, but just mentioned it vaguely.

He carefully selected this set of body-building exercises just to cover up for Zhao Yuanxi in the future.

You must know that even if he is only in the Qi training stage for his entire life, his lifespan is still as long as 600 years. His aging speed is naturally much slower than that of ordinary cultivators. If he does not take anti-aging pills and does not have any body training to consolidate his appearance, it is inevitable that people will find out.

However, only Jing Yu knew this. To others, the expensive book on body-building skills he gave as a gift seemed a bit nonsensical.

"Uncle, if Yuanxi practices this technique, can he stay forever young like you?" Zhao Yuanxi asked, blinking his eyes.

Jing Yu touched Zhao Yuanxi's little head and said with a smile: "That's not just one or two levels of things."

Then he raised his head and looked around and asked, "Where's Yuan Chen?"

Zhao Mingyu replied, "Most of the people here are cultivators. Yuan Chen is just a mortal child after all. I'm afraid he can't stand such a scene and might be frightened. So I'll let him and Pei'er guard the inner hall."

Jing Yu's face darkened, and he said coldly in his heart:

There really is a difference between immortals and mortals! From the beginning of today, the two siblings have been destined to different fates...