Chapter 371 Mother’s Dilemma I haven’t seen her for more than ten years, and Shu Ling’er’s appearance has not changed at all. This is the world of cultivating immortals. If Yi Jue was born into a mortal family, what he sees now is his gray-haired mother, the decaying bamboo building, and the small family that has experienced vicissitudes of life. . Unfortunately, everything is not like this. My mother's cultivation is still in the middle stage of foundation establishment, but it is not far away from the late stage of foundation establishment. Normally, it will take about ten years to reach the late stage of foundation establishment. This was due to Shu Ling'er's superb skills in making talismans. In addition, he was backed by the powerful Huangquan Valley and had the protection of Yi Tianxing, so he could practice stably. Even so, the practice of foundation building is very difficult. Normally, from the early stage to the middle stage of foundation building, the qualification for dual spiritual roots requires about twenty years of hard work, and Shu Ling'er has dual spiritual roots. It takes almost 150 years of mana from the early stage of foundation building to the first stage of forming a pill. Among them, it takes fifty years from the early stage of foundation building to the late stage of foundation building, and eighty years from the late stage of foundation building to forming a pill. Shu Ling'er has also taken many spiritual pills. Even so, his mana has just been fully charged and is about to reach the peak of the middle stage of foundation building. During the foundation-building period of the two-hundred-year life span, Shu Ling'er's journey of cultivation has just begun. At the prime of his youth, his face has no wrinkles at all. "Mother, it's me, Jue'er, I'm back." Yi Jue opened his arms and looked at his mother with a smile.
The mother was a little hesitant for a while, and a little excited for a while. Her eyes slowly became misty, and then she stepped forward and hugged Yi Jue tightly. "Jue'er, you've been gone for a long time. You've become taller and more handsome." Afterwards, the two reminisced about old times, and Yi Jue noticed that Shu Ling'er looked a little haggard. At first, he thought it was caused by the talisman making, but after a closer look, it was clearly caused by insufficient rest. Shu Ling'er had taught Yi Jue since childhood that cultivating immortality was for a better life and would never put the cart before the horse, so Yi Jue wanted to get to the bottom of it. After all, Yi Tianxing is far away in Jiang State. If his mother is bullied, it will naturally be his son who takes the lead. As expected, Shu Ling'er has an eccentric temperament and doesn't think there is anything embarrassing about it. She has been bullied and has no way to get her back, so she can only tolerate it. If she has the chance to get her back, she would be very willing to do it. Find your place again. At that moment, he told everything that happened in the past two years in detail. It turned out that Shu Ling'er was the one who led the task of drawing several intermediate and lower-level talismans every month. This residence was also rented with spirit stones and clan members. However, the people who rented it at that time were Shu Ling'er herself and Yi Tian. OK, I just helped fund it. The location of this bamboo building is quiet, so the price is naturally relatively expensive. Moreover, it was rented for fifty years, so there was no problem. However, the lease is currently due in half a year. Someone took a fancy to this house and came to negotiate, but Shu Ling'er was naturally unwilling, and the two parties could not reach an agreement. As a result, not long ago, the clan stopped the task of drawing several talismans by Shu Ling'er on the grounds that there was no longer a shortage of talismans. Shu Ling'er was not a competitive person at first. I didn’t think much about it, after all, this kind of thing happens from time to time. Unexpectedly, all the talismans that Shu Ling'er could draw were broken in half a month. One of the leases of this bamboo house was delivered in the form of talismans, but the delivery method was Qianjidian's. Talisman. Now that the monthly talisman task has been stopped, Shu Ling'er went to consult someone, and found that this one still had to be done, but it had become another talisman. Shu Ling'er had been dealing with this task for more than a year. However, this talisman task occurs every month. In the past, Shu Ling'er only needed to take out a few from the reserve to complete it, but now he has to spend a certain amount of time developing the talisman every month, so naturally he is not so happy. But this time, a talisman was already an intermediate-level talisman. Shu Ling'er had never drawn this kind of talisman before, and knew that it would not work like this, so she was thinking of ways to improve her skills and draw intermediate and high-level talismans. Gain experience. After all, only by being able to draw the intermediate and high-level talismans, and no one in the clan dares to offend me, can we completely solve the dilemma. If we are trapped by these intermediate-level talismans one by one, then the real step will be taken. Step into the abyss. "Isn't my mother miserable? Jue'er, please help me teach him a lesson." "If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't defeat a mere monk who broke through to the late stage of foundation building, I would have long ago found a way to get revenge." Yi Jue didn't find it strange at all when he heard this familiar tone. Although intermediate-level talismans were theoretically equivalent to those of late-stage Foundation Establishment monks, after all, late-stage Foundation Establishment monks already had hope of forming pills and often had a certain status within the clan. His status, whether he is the powerful deacon of Qianji Palace or the backbone of Criminal Hall, is nothing more than this cultivation level. It is very easy to have a house.
It didn't matter how he tried to show off his prestige, but it wouldn't work if he bullied Yi Jue's mother. Recalling his first martial arts fight as a child, Yi Jue also thought of a plan and turned to his mother, "Do you still remember the three iron laws of Huangquan Valley? Iron Rule 1 of Huangquan Valley: Conflicts at the same level are resolved on the spot, and that’s the end of it. Iron Rule 2 of Huangquan Valley: Low-level provocations to high-level monks lead to death. Iron Rule Three of Huangquan Valley: The higher level bullies the lower level and is killed in return, life or death is determined. " Shu Ling'er looked at Yi Jue and blinked, somewhat confused. Yi Jue continued, "The place where these three iron laws are settled is called the Arena. It was also the place where I had my first martial arts fight when I was a child. I haven't been there for a long time." Then, he took his mother and the two of them went to Thousand Machines Palace together. This pair of handsome men and beautiful women caused a lot of discussion as soon as they appeared. After all, Yi Jue's appearance is very good even in the Hehuan Sect. However, as soon as Yi Jue's breath was released, the voices of discussion were completely suppressed. The whole scene seemed to be stagnant for a second, and then everyone fell silent. Then the two of them went up to the second floor. Yi Jue took out the Huangquan Valley identity token that had not been used for many years, stamped a duel order, and then threw the duel order directly to one of the consuls. This consul was the one who bullied Yi Jue's mother. He was a bit short, and his eyes were slightly triangular. When he stared at people, he looked like a snake. "Is it you who exercised power wantonly and oppressed my mother?" The man looked at the duel order in front of him and played with it. Naturally, he saw the core tribe token that Yi Jue took out. Unfortunately, his token was also the core tribe token. "It's me, so what?" "Three days from now, it will be a fight to the death in the arena. Do you dare to fight?" Yi Jue shouted loudly, in conjunction with the duel order in the man's hand, and no one responded for a while. (End of this chapter)