Journey To Longevity

On the flying boat on the way home, there were a lot fewer Zhengyangzong disciples, but most of the remaining people had indifferent expressions on their faces, the kind of aura that strangers should not get close to after experiencing life and death. Zhang Shiping is naturally the same, but he is half pretending and half real. After all, although I have gained a lot, it is not good to show off everywhere, otherwise it would be courting death.

Of course, there are quite a few people who are depressed. When we set off, there were a total of one hundred and fifty disciples on the eighth and ninth floors of the sect's Qi Refining, but now it's one-third less. I can't help but sigh in my heart.

This Golden Core cultivator has long since lost his former glory. The Taoist couple who joined Zhengyang Sect with him at the beginning failed to form alchemy, and they only lived for about two hundred years in the foundation building period, and they turned into a handful of loess. He specially sent him off.

As he sent away his Taoist companion and his children and grandchildren, the longer he lived, the lonelier he became.

Now that five hundred years have passed, I have no hope of conceiving a baby, and maybe I will die soon in less than a hundred years. If there is reincarnation in this world, where are you and can we meet again?

Yun Qi hunched over and walked a few steps on the flying boat, sighing inwardly.

Now all he cares about is the family and the sect. The family will leave some things for them before he dies, so as to narrow the sphere of influence, and the sect will take care of them, and there will be no problem. As for whether the family can be passed on for three hundred years or five hundred years, I can't control so much, and my children and grandchildren have their own blessings.

But among the sects, the ancestor is not young anymore, he has lived for nearly two thousand years, if he can't break through to become a god, how many more years can he live? Yun Qi didn't know whether the current Wang Patriarch was in the early or middle stage of Yuanying, but it could be concluded that he had no hope of breaking through to transform into a god.

Hundreds of thousands of years later, after his death, after the Zhengyang sect lost the ancestor of Yuanying, what should we do? How should we go in the future?

Now Zhengyangzong has seven Golden Core cultivators on the surface, but there is not a single Golden Core cultivator in the late stage, but as the oldest Golden Core cultivator in the sect, Yun Qi knows that there are three Golden Core cultivators in the sect, and two Golden Core cultivators. In the mid-term, there is also a monk on the ninth floor of the late Jindan stage, who is also the monk with the best chance of conceiving a baby. He wanted to call this Senior Brother Wang, even though he was only five hundred years old.

Senior Brother Wang was also from the same Wang family as Yuanying Patriarch, and was vigorously cultivated by Yuanying Patriarch, but even with the accumulation of various resources, that fellow Wang Daoist didn't know when he would be able to successfully break through Yuanying and become Zhengyang. Zongxin's mainstay is Dinghaizhen.

In fact, Yun Qi has little hope for him, but he has no choice but to hope that he can break through the Nascent Soul.

Maybe when he gets old, he always likes to worry about some useless thoughts. Yun Qi drives the flying boat, rides the clouds and fog, turns into a stream of light, and crosses the peaks and rivers in the Baimang Mountains.

Perhaps what Zhang Shiping sees now is the largest one-acre land of Zhengyangzong, but Yun Qi, who has lived for so long, knows that the three factions of Zhengyangzong, Qiyunzong and Xuanhuomen just occupy Baimang Mountain In the south, there are some mountains to the west, and there are three Yuanying sects.

And there is not only one mountain range in Nanzhou, and he doesn't know how many Nascent Soul monks there are.

After all, those nascent soul monsters don't often show up in front of people, and they have their own circles, and a golden core monk is not qualified to enter it.

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As the sun rises in the east, the golden avenue spreads across the top of the clouds. The sea of ​​clouds was churning, and a black flying boat sailed against the wind on the clouds.

When it flew over the Zhengyang Peak of Zhengyangzong, the bow of the ship suddenly plunged and broke under the sea of ​​clouds.

Not long after, the black flying boat reached the sky above a mountain peak. Zhang Shiping thought he would land at Xiaoguan Mountain, but he saw Zongmen, the Jindan Patriarch driving the black flying boat, hovering halfway up the mountain.

Yun Qi took out a golden token, and driven by his mana, it emitted a golden aura, and entered the Zhengyang Peak Mountain Protection Array, revealing a circular hole big enough for a flying boat to pass through.

As expected of a fourth-order spirit mountain, Zhang Shiping got off the flying boat, and like all the qi refining disciples, feeling the vigorous inspiration in the mountain and the abundant spiritual energy in the air, he couldn't help but take a few deep breaths.

Yun Qi had already entered the main hall with a bare wooden stick, and the remaining foundation cultivators looked at the qi refining cultivators of the Zongmen, and some of them smiled lightly, as if they saw from these disciples that they came in for the first time. look.

This Zhengyang Peak has a large mountain guard formation all the year round, and the disciples of the foundation building period must have a pass to enter, let alone Zhang Shiping and his group of monks in the Qi refining period.

Every three years, the Zhengyang Sect opens a mountain in Shengxian Town to recruit disciples, and there are hundreds to hundreds of people at a time, plus the number of family disciples who join the Zhengyang Sect, and the spiritual roots that the Sect usually collects from the secular world. young children.

Counting the addition of some other avenues, there are currently 20,000 to 30,000 disciples in the outer sect of the sect. If everyone can come in and out at will without passing through, then the rules of the sect will be messed up.

These 20,000 to 30,000 people are not counted as the outer sect disciples who are exiled to the world, a large number of handyman disciples and their family members, as well as sect servants and others.

Of course, if the disciples of the outer sect are really in a hurry, they can go to the hall of foreign affairs to find a steward, and ask him to accompany him or get a token to go there. And the foundation-building monks don't need to be so complicated. They go directly to the foot of Zhengyang Peak to find the foundation-building disciples guarding the mountain, and they can enter the mountain after passing the pass.

This time, it was also because of the need to hand in the elixir that many qi refining disciples were able to enter Zhengyang Peak, where the aura is so abundant.

Zhang Shiping sat down cross-legged with an intoxicated face at the moment, and began to breathe out spiritual energy.

If he practiced on this fourth-level spiritual mountain and added the bronze lamp, he might be able to perfect the mana of the ninth level of Qi refining in half a year, which must be much faster than in Biyuan Mountain.

But he didn't dare to do it directly. After all, who knows if these old guys who have lived for hundreds of thousands of years will see the magic of the bronze lamp and snatch it away.

As for the bronze lamp, he had already put it in the box, sealed it with a magic talisman, and put it in the storage bag.

Zhang Shiping didn't know if those Jindan Nascent Soul cultivators' spiritual sense could detect it in his storage bag. If it wasn't for the purpose of not looking so special, he would have wanted to seal it up with a dozen magic talismans.

Everyone waited outside the hall for a long time, until after two incense sticks, two horrified birds flew from a distance and landed outside the hall.

One of them was a tall man with a height of nine feet. His complexion was dark and dark under the scorching sun all year round. His facial features were erect, his hair was short, and his temples were gray.

Holding a jug of blue and white wine bottle next to him, a short and fat monk with a big belly was showing his breasts. After the two landed, they talked and laughed and entered the hall.

Zhang Shiping looked at this short and fat monk, he was afraid that it was Xu Youdan Xu Shizu, the Jindan monk in the sect who loves to eat.

After a while, the Foundation Establishment cultivator guarding outside the hall came to inform the ninety or so Qi Refining cultivators who had come out of the secret realm. Everyone hurriedly formed a long queue.

Zhang Shiping checked his position, there were thirty people ahead.

The Qi Refining Cultivator who entered the main hall was very fast, he came out after a while, and soon it was his turn.

Under the gaze of the four foundation-building monks guarding the gate, Zhang Shiping was under a lot of pressure. He entered the main hall and saw a three-legged furnace in the middle of the main hall. Echoing the string pattern, wisps of light smoke rise, exuding a faint sandalwood fragrance.

There were four monks sitting on the futon, the slender and bookish Chang Younian in the main seat, Xu Youdan who was biting a yellow spiritual fruit with water flowing from the corner of his mouth, Yun Qi who closed his eyes and meditated, and Ma Hua who looked at Zhang Shiping with great interest.

After coming in and looking at it, Zhang Shiping lowered his head to pay respects to the ancestors of Jindan, but he didn't dare to look up again, who knows what taboos these Jindan old monsters have?

Zhang Shiping's three spiritual roots, he was a disciple of the fourth level of Qi refining who joined the Ascending Immortal Association six and a half years ago, and now he is at the ninth level of Qi refining, not bad, Senior Brother Ma, I remember you presided over that time. Chang Younian said, and then turned Ma Hua, who was sitting upright with his head down, was obviously very interested in how quickly this disciple's cultivation had improved.

When Zhang Shiping heard this, his heart was shocked. Sure enough, in the eyes of Jindan monks, he was like a transparent person, and they could see through them at a glance. His palms were sweating, wondering if they would press him.

There were countless turns in his mind. In just a short moment, he thought of more than a dozen excuses, but he was immediately overthrown by himself, and his tongue felt a little dry.

Back to the sect master, I was indeed in charge that time. Ma Hua said, he had a jade slip just taken out of the storage bag in his hand, which recorded the information of all the disciples who entered that time. The little guy is also the nephew of Chen Wenguang, a foundation-builder monk.

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