Since there was a sudden increase in the bandits and a child, their lives could not be calm.

If Boss Suo is a wife slave, the others are child slaves.

They first had a heated discussion about the child's name.

Everyone has their own reasons, and no one can convince anyone.

Sang Jue, who was pretending to weave cloth using magic, opened his eyes from entering into meditation and glanced at the child indifferently: "What's your name?"

The child was lying in a basket, staring at Sang Jue with big eyes, with doubt in his eyes, as if they had known each other.

Seeing that the child ignored her, Sang Jue snorted coldly, reached out and touched the other party's slightly pointed ears, which were thin and transparent, and the skin was as smooth as crystal milk.

"If you don't have a name, then I can find any of the people outside?" Sang Jue didn't need to listen to it and knew how vulgar the people got their names...

She wanted to laugh because Suo Laoliu actually said that this was the good luck of God, and it should be called God, hahaha.

The child seemed to have no obsession with the name, and he began to fall asleep along Sang Jue's hand, not knowing whether it was too tired or too comfortable.

Sang Jue found a quilt to cover the child. When he pushed the door out, he heard the oldest cunning So Lao Er shouting: "I see that there is a grass on the boss's head, and it's so green, so why not call it Qingqing."

"The grass by the river, hey, the sky is never old, the wild fire cannot burn it, the spring breeze will grow again..." Suo Laosi immediately started singing.

The others applauded immediately.

Suo Luo, who was practicing swordsmanship, saw Sang Jue coming out and stopped the knife, ran over to ask, and touched his head. It seemed that there was grass on his head?

Sang Jue reached out to help him take down the grass leaves stained on his head and said softly: "Since that's the case, just call it Qingqing. The girl's name is too big and her life is miserable."

Suo Luo laughed: "Our child is lucky at first glance, with a bright forehead, eating well and sleeping well."

So this child is called Qingqing.

Half a year passed in a blink of an eye.

Sang Jue found that these bandits were very unemployed and not only did not go out to rob, but they often either practice martial arts or farm.

Last time, the money given to them by the deacons of the Tang family was used to buy medicinal materials for body refining, so they practiced martial arts all day long.

Only then did Sang Jue realize that Suo Luo was actually a top-level innate warrior, comparable to a high-level monk's Qi training level, and he was only eighteen years old this year...

She looked so anxious that she didn't realize that he was even months younger than her... she looked like a man in her thirties!

Suo Luo said that he didn't care about her age, and it was not a big deal for a fairy for a thousand or eight hundred years.

Haha, Sang Jue simply wanted to use his previous facial paralysis to express his mood after knowing this.

The other few, Suo Lao Er has a thin face and prefers to take advantage of it. He is already forty-two years old and is the second level of the innate warrior;

The three old men are honest, silly, thirty years old, and the ninth floor of the acquired warrior;

Suo Laosan is smart, fair-faced, twenty-five years old, and eighth-story acquired warrior;

The four old men were tall and big, probably from an alien race, with a bald head, twenty-four years old, and the ninth floor of the acquired warrior;

Suo Laowu has a round face, a harmonious and cultural experience, twenty-four years old, and the sixth floor of the acquired warrior;

Suo is a sixth young man, fourteen years old, and the fifth floor of the acquired warrior.

Sang Jue looked at it one by one. The qualifications of these people are naturally not big in the Immortal Cultivation Sect, but they can definitely enter the inner sect in ordinary sects and families.

She was very puzzled, why did such a group of people stay in such a desolate and backward place to do some business of robbing passers-by?

Especially for Suo Luo, even if you don’t have spiritual roots, you will have a sect to collect it and polish it carefully. It is not uncommon to use martial arts to connect the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to connect.

This doubt passed by instantly, Sang Jue was not so kind to care about others' future. After these days of time, she decided not to kill them.

But there are still many troubles in it, such as she has to practice every night.

Cultivation is boring, especially in the final accumulation stage, which is just a little short of that, and she can never seize the opportunity to build the foundation.

On this day, the sky is full and the moon is full and there are no stars.

"Asan, are you going to practice again?" Suo Luo felt a little resentful.

Sang Jue nodded: "My child and I are both demons. We need to absorb the essence of the sun and the moon to grow on weekdays."

Upon hearing this, Suo Luo turned around and looked at his daughter who had grown into a two-year-old child in just half a year: "Did you grow too fast?"

Sang Jue shook his head: "It's not so fast, many children of the big monsters are adults."

Suo Luo resented: "Then can you not go?"

"Mom needs to practice even if she is not in good health." Qingqing raised her head and said crisply, "Dad also needs to practice martial arts, otherwise she will not be able to beat those uncles."

When Suo Luo heard this, he stopped resting, picked up the knife and ran into the yard.

Qingqing asked Sang Jue for credit: "You think I'd better do it. Don't use too many confusion spells in the future, it will be bad for people's health."

Sang Jue smiled when he heard this and squatted down to look at her: "Since that's the case, I'll go into seclusion and build a foundation immediately. You can find a way to help me get through it."

"Ah?" Qingqing was speechless. How could such a big movement in foundation building be completed?

"Do you hate me?" Qingqing chased Sang Jue to the hot spring in the back mountain.

Sang Jue jumped out of the hot spring pool, took out a fan and expanded the barrier. She said to the little girl with a grievance and depression: "Who told you that your name is Qingqing, it's my mother's name!"

After she said that, she closed the barrier and sat up with her eyes closed.

Qingqing was shocked when she heard this: "Wait, what's your mother's name..."

However, the other party had long disappeared from foreign affairs. Sang Jue's body rioted. She just said casually that she wanted to go into seclusion to build the foundation, but she didn't expect that she would really build the foundation.

When a monk practices, the opportunity is amazing. Grasp the spiritual light of that moment, you will be blessed to your heart and achieve twice the result with half the effort.

Sang Jue is born with ethereal roots. Logically speaking, foundation-building pills and even Nascent Souls are natural. Unfortunately, who made her destroy the foundation-building spirit platform several times?

"I must succeed this time!" Sang Jue felt a faint pain in his dantian. He was clearly filled with spiritual liquid, and the vortex in the middle was spinning wildly, almost cutting his body.

However, the vortex became faster and faster, gradually rising to its peak, and then suddenly collapsed and refused to take the most important step.

If you can’t afford to build a foundation, how can you build a foundation?

The memory of the body made her subconsciously afraid to build a foundation. Sang Jue was about to go crazy, but her body didn't listen to her!

Her forehead was covered with cold sweat. The more anxious she was, the more afraid she was, the less she dared to take that step.

The fire in my heart was unwilling to calm down, so I immediately ran out to cause trouble, from blood to meridians, and finally poured into the dantian, like a demon swallowing the spiritual liquid in the dantian everywhere...

Seeing that the foundation building was about to fail, Sang Jue was very unwilling to accept it!

It has been unknown how long it has been outside, but Yaoyao, who has expanded the barrier, knows that something is wrong, but she can't get involved in practicing such a thing.

At this time, Qingqing, who had been waiting beside him, walked step by step to the pool, cut her arm with a knife, and golden blood flowed out.

She shouted loudly: "If you want her to succeed, open the barrier!"

Sang Jue accepted her kindness in the dark, but felt a strong but warm force replenished her dantian.

The fire became well-behaved and turned into a foundation to start feeding back to the Dantian.

The spiritual energy in the dantian turned into spiritual liquid, and a nine-petal lotus platform burning with golden and red flames suddenly rose.

The lotus platform is as big as the stars in the universe, which break through the sky, is vast and mysterious, fascinating and cannot be seen in detail.

The foundation-building lotus platform suddenly turns into a stream of clear air and penetrates into the middle of the eyebrows. The spiritual orifice moves openly, connecting the world with purity.

From then on, she officially entered the door of practice.
Chapter completed!