Journey To Longevity

In Tingtao Yayuan, after Zhang Shiping arranged a simple isolation formation in the room, he took out a small set of spirit gathering formations, and put twelve fire-attribute spirit stones in the formation nodes. Practice up.

Within half a day, Zhang Shiping had exhausted the twelfth-level fire-attribute spirit stones in the formation, and Zhang Shiping's eyes flashed with pain.

There is too little aura in the secular world, and it cannot supply the normal cultivation of the foundation cultivators at all.

After squeezing out the last trace of spiritual energy from the twelve fire-attribute spirit stones, Zhang Shiping did not continue to put the spirit stones into the formation, but blew out the bronze lamp and put them into the storage bag.

He looked out the window, it was dark now.

In this kind of aura environment, with or without the aid of the bronze lamp, the speed of practice is not much different. It is really difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice. No wonder the foundation-building monks in the sect basically do not go to the secular world except for the mission.

Zhang Shiping withdrew the formation, and after going out, using lightness technique, he jumped onto the roof, sat on the eaves, watched the sky full of red clouds, and the scene like burning clouds was frozen in the sky, that round of red sun, most of the fell into the mountains.

The east rises and the west sets, the clouds gather and the clouds disperse, it has been like this since ancient times, Zhang Shiping watched quietly.

What are you thinking on the roof? Lin Zhiqi, who came back to the mansion by car, got off the car outside the gate of Tingtao Yayuan, and before entering the door, he saw Zhang Shiping sitting on the roof, stupidly looking at the sky.

Seeing the yellow-faced old man, Zhang Shiping immediately lost the melancholy just now. He laughed and got down from the eaves of the roof, jumped down with one step, and floated there.

After he walked around the yellow-faced old man, he stopped and looked at the white-white eyebrows of the yellow-faced old man. An imperceptible sadness flashed in his eyes, but he didn't show it. Instead, he spoke to Lin Zhi in a relaxed tone. Qi said: It seems that you have lived a very good life in the past few years, and you have grown flesh on your face.

Sleep, eat, eat and sleep every day, of course I have a good life. Lin Zhiqi joked, he took Zhang Shiping's hand, and the two sat together on the stone chair in the courtyard pavilion, How come in recent years, a little There is no news, and I have sent you several letters and have not responded, the old man thought something happened to your kid.

After Lin Zhiqi resigned from his position as the guardian of the Baicao Garden in Biyuan Mountain, he chose to go home for the elderly. The two of them would send letters to each other once or twice every other year, and he also knew that Zhang Shiping had successfully established the foundation, so Lin Zhiqi was happy for several days.

It's just that later, in order to practice Fire Crow Jue with the help of Youhuosha, Zhang Shiping had no news for almost four years. This time, Zhang Shiping came to see him after completing the task of clearing up the stronghold of the Ten Thousand Blood Cult.

Over the past few years, the yellow-faced old man's first thought was that something happened to Zhang Shiping, and something unexpected happened. The second thought was that Zhang Shiping became a foundation-building monk. He can no longer look down on him, an old man in the Qi training period who is about to enter the soil.

But now, Zhang Shiping came to the door in person, and the two thoughts of the yellow-faced old man immediately dissipated.

Zhang Shiping picked out all the experiences in the past few years, and talked to the yellow-faced old man one by one.

The more they chatted, the more interested they became. It wasn't until night fell that Zhang Shiping pursed his dry lips, and suddenly remembered that he seemed to have forgotten something.

Zhang Shiping reached out to touch the storage bag at his waist, took out a porcelain gourd and handed it to Lin Zhiqi, which contained the spirit tea leaves that Zhang Shiping had specially treasured over the years, and was roasted by himself after he took over the Baicao Garden.

After the yellow-faced old man took over the gourd, while tasting the fragrance of tea, Zhang Shiping moved quickly, took out a small red clay stove, silver charcoal, a small copper pot, a purple sand pot, a teaspoon, etc., and placed them one by one in their respective places. in the right position.

Lin Zhiqi smiled dumbly, watching Zhang Shiping take out another bottle of sealed spiritual spring water and pour it into a small copper pot.

I have a heart. Lin Zhiqi said something in his heart, he looked at Zhang Shiping as if he was looking at his nephew.

The two sat around the small red clay stove, drank spiritual tea, and chatted all night, until the sky gradually turned gray, Zhang Shiping got up and said goodbye to Lin Zhiqi.

The yellow-faced old man got up too, and looked at Zhang Shiping seriously, The road to cultivating immortals is difficult and dangerous, and Qi Shiping can overcome all obstacles and attain immortality.

Zhang Shiping thanked him, and then drove the ancient Qingling boat to fly high into the sky.

And in Xu's mansion, a large banquet is being held to celebrate the 60th birthday of Mrs. Xu, and it is very lively.

The Qingling ancient boat was passing through the clouds, Zhang Shiping was standing at the bow, holding a piece of blood jade in his hand, which was given to him by the yellow-faced old man.

If someone takes the token Zhang Shiping left for the yellow-faced old man in the future and goes to the Zhang family or Zhengyangzong to look for Zhang Shiping, then Zhang Shiping will be able to use this blood jade to confirm whether the person who comes is related to the yellow-faced old man. , I can't put the plums in the melon field, and it's cheaper for others.

Zhang Shiping sighed, put this piece of blood jade into a jade box with great care, and put it in a storage bag.

The yellow-faced old man was afraid that he would not find a descendant with spiritual roots before he died, so he specially left him this blood jade as a token.

In Tingtao Yayuan in Xu Mansion, Lin Zhiqi watched Zhang Shiping drive the flying boat, and he disappeared into the sky in a blink of an eye.

He sat in the pavilion for a while, listening to the bustle and bustle outside, when he just got up, he heard someone outside the door shouting, Grandfather, grandfather, Xue'er is here, where are you?

A little girl combing her horns ran in from outside, followed closely by two maidservants.

Lin Zhiqi stood up, looking at the lovely granddaughter of the elves, he immediately felt better.

There are a lot of people over there, so noisy. The girl covered her ears.

It's noisy over there, so we won't go there. Xue'er is here to talk to grandpa.

Lin Zhiqi looked at the little girl with indescribable love and guilt in his eyes.

Just because this little granddaughter has four spiritual roots, which are too poor, Lin Zhiqi didn't want her to embark on the road of cultivating immortals, so he didn't teach her the cultivation skills.

I can only comfort myself that it is better to live a peaceful life than to make my granddaughter work hard and go crazy for a long life.

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When Zhang Shiping was rushing back to Zhengyang Zong Road.

At Zhengyang Peak, a flame came from outside the formation, and a monk wearing a gray cloak and a light black wooden mask slowly appeared in the hall from scratch.

This person is Liang Cheng, the master of the Dark Hall of the Zhengyang Sect, whose cultivation level in the middle stage of Jindan is much higher than that of Chang Younian.

In the main hall, there is a three-legged furnace with a tube-like body, with the mouth slightly protruding outwards, echoing the raised string patterns on the body, with wisps of light smoke rising, exuding a faint fragrance of sandalwood.

It's still comfortable on your side, the head. Liang Cheng patted the outer wall of the incense burner with a muffled voice, and said with a smile.

Chang Younian opened his eyes, got up and walked to him, If senior brother Liang is interested in the position of head, I will let him out immediately.

When Chang Younian said this, he meant it sincerely. He had been the head of the Zhengyang Sect for so long, and he didn't want to be the head for a long time. It would be best if he could be replaced by someone else.

The most important thing in the world of cultivating immortals is one's own strength. In every sect, Yuanying Patriarch hardly cares about the sect's chores, but who can ignore them?

Liang Cheng put away his laughter and shook his head. He is not interested in managing the sect, and a dark hall is enough for him to be busy.

He took out a jade talisman and handed it to Chang Younian, Among the monks who have been spying on Yuran Mountain recently, the Dark Palace found not only the remnants of the Wanjian Sect, but also the five sects of Qiyunzong Xuanhuomen.

He said to Chang Younian very cautiously, We need to take precautions early.

Chang Younian carefully read the information on the jade slip, and after sorting out the matter clearly, he talked with Liang Cheng, the master of the dark hall, in the hall for a long time about how to deal with this matter.

Afterwards, Liang Chengcai, the master of the Dark Hall, left the Zhengyang Peak Hall.