Enter the Immortal Cultivation

Like the Xiaodong and Xiaoxi lands, Jiangbei is also far away from the area where the Yuanling earth line converges. It is located in the upper reaches of the river water veins, where the spiritual veins converge. The spiritual energy here is much thinner than that of famous mountains and rivers. Since ancient times, it has been an area where monsters are rare and monks are not allowed to enter. For ordinary people, such an area is relatively safer. At least they don't have to worry about an inexplicable shock wave that day destroying their home. Therefore, this place has been a gathering place for mortals since ancient times.

Luojiacun, a small village in Jiangbei, is not big. As the name suggests, in this village, people with the surname Luo account for the majority.

It is said that their ancestors were from the same clan, and they even had monks, prominent big monks.

This small village has a canal that leads from the river, and the land it occupies is not considered good or bad in these ten miles and eight villages. There are a few good hands in caring for the land in this small village. In the light brown fields, there will occasionally be one or two acres of fertile fields that are so dark that they are almost dripping with oil. But generally speaking, brown soil and yellow soil are still dominant here.

People in the village all live in that row of brick houses.

An ordinary village.

In this area where mortals gather, there have been no monks for several generations. People in Luojia Village actually didn’t believe in the legend that “there was an eminent cultivator in their ancestors” for a long time.

However, Wang Qi now knows that this legend is true. The monks from their ancestors were indeed prominent.

The master of Luofu Xuanqing Palace, the Mahayana lord, has great power over the monks in the world.

That was more than 10,000 years ago.

Wang Qi didn't want to disturb others. Landing next to the village, he whispered to Zhen Shanzi: "When Luofu Xuanqing Palace and Huangji Split Heaven were merged, all the mortal clans of the monks of Luofu Xuanqing Palace were completely killed by Huangji Split Heaven... Well, you should too You know, Huangji Split Heaven's behavior has always been domineering and extreme. They firmly believe in the connection between clans and sects, so they do not give their opponents any chance. After a calamity..."

Zhen Shanzi said calmly: "I know. This branch cannot be the direct descendant of my adoptive father's branch. It's just...as you said, we only take the essence and blood vein roots."

Wang Qi said: "Just look at it this way."

"The enemy is still alive. Although it is unlikely that I will kill him with my own hands in this life, I will always have the opportunity to watch how he died." Zhen Shanzi spoke calmly. He has been designated as the next generation head of Luofu Xuanqing Palace since he was a boy. It can be said that he is a proud boy and does not know the feeling of sorrow. And in his "twilight years", for some unknown reason, he and Huang Ji split the sky and fought with each other. It cost the entire sect. He himself also died, leaving only a remnant soul lingering on. His consciousness had passed through thousands of years. He had witnessed the rise and fall of buildings outside, and his state of mind was no longer the same as before.

There was also a rare hint of ferocity on Wang Qi's face: "Huangji Split Tiandao and I also have a debt to settle... Maybe in a year or two, when you get well, I will be able to go overseas. Destroy the Emperor's Splitting Heaven."

Zhen Shanzi just scolded him as "ridiculous". But in an instant he smiled. He remembered how Wang Qi defeated the Distracting Period during the foundation building stage, and even more remembered how Wang Qi destroyed the Distracting Period with one enemy just after forming the elixir. Even if there is an element of using magical weapons, it is quite remarkable.

Besides, what does the magic weapon mean to Wang Qi? He really knew that Wang Qi had just submitted two remarkable papers. Although the old man didn't know how powerful that paper was, he could tell from Wang Qi's proud expression that the value of that paper definitely surpassed everything he had written before.

Such a talented monk. Will there be a shortage of magic weapons in the future?

Maybe in a few years, not only will his cultivation be stronger, but the magical weapons he carries will also be sharper!

Maybe in just a few years, Wang Qi can really stand up to a Mahayana monk.

Thinking of this, Zhen Shanzi could only smile bitterly: "Hahaha, the emperor splits the heaven, the emperor splits the heaven, the result of ten thousand years of struggle. But it was destroyed by a little monk who had only practiced for ten or twenty years - in In our time, being a Taoist for more than ten or twenty years was equivalent to building a foundation!”

After laughing, Zhen Shanzi said to Wang Qi: "What should we do now? Go to the clan chief to take samples?"

"No, just take a look and choose whichever one you like."

Zhen Shanzi frowned: "Why is this?"

"You have to know that in any generation, as long as a woman steals a man without being discovered, there is a possibility that someone with a foreign surname of Yuanjing bloodline can sneak in... sneak in and 'steal a dragon and turn a phoenix', and you don't dare to say that, you..." No woman has ever stolen anything in the family for ten thousand years, right?" Wang Qi said calmly, "So, you can only confirm this kind of thing yourself."

"How to confirm?"

"Look with your eyes." Wang Qi shrugged, saying that he was also helpless: "Just pick one that's close to your eyes, right?"

"A close eye..." Zhen Shanzi was furious: "Is this a blind date or looking for a son-in-law? Choose someone who has a close eye? Can such a thing be so careless?"

Ten thousand years have passed, how much can the appearance of a family change? Let's put it this way, when modern Chinese see the Hemudu people, their first reaction is either "Who are these friends from?" or "What kind of monsters are they?"

Ten thousand years is nothing to mention to a successful individual, but to a mortal, too many things can happen.

Wang Qi was not joking with the old man with the ring this time: "There is no better way. The Immortal Alliance has narrowed the scope from the entire Shenzhou to a few specific locations. What are you dissatisfied with?"

Zhen Chanzi was speechless. After a while, he asked: "That means we still have to look at them one by one?"

"If you don't want to see it with your own eyes, there is a way." Wang Qi thought about it, waved his hand and threw out hundreds of small red cylinders from the storage bag. Those cylinders soon turned into mechanical birds, flapped their wings and flew into the village: "These little guys can automatically record the faces of all the men with the surname Luo in this village. Oh, yes, before I came here, Tianlingling Tiansheng Peak specially passed me a road order, saying that by recording a person's face, you can automatically calculate what he will look like after a period of time or before a period of time."

Zhen Chanzi's eyes lit up, but he was still a little confused: "You are still studying this kind of... useless trick in this method?"

"A byproduct of studying the subject of 'growth' and 'aging'." Wang Qi explained.

Zhen Chanzi said: "Then help calculate the appearance of a mortal between 20 and 50 years old."

"Parameters, 20 to 50..."

As dozens of mechanical birds flew in Luojia Village, three-dimensional images were synthesized. Then, two immortal-level calculators began to work quickly, and according to the repeated algorithm provided by Tianlingling, they calculated the appearance of those young or middle-aged men.

"Not like... not like." Zhen Chanzi looked carefully at the three-dimensional images of these mortal faces, trying to identify a trace of the characteristics of the old people ten thousand years ago.

This look took two days.

However, he was soon disappointed.

"Neither...only the nose of a seven-year-old child who grew up is a little similar."

"Luo Longxiang... remember this one." Wang Qi selected the child mentioned by Zhen Chanzi from the identity information provided in advance by the Immortal Alliance and marked it. Then, he comforted Zhen Chanzi, saying, "You should also know... this kind of luck-based thing is basically impossible to achieve overnight. We still have many places to visit."

Next, Wang Qi went down the river all the way, starting from the north of the river and heading east. Luofu Mountain, the former site of Luofu Xuanqing Palace, was originally on the south side of the river, so the families and children of the monks of Luofu Xuanqing Palace naturally lived there. When Luofu Xuanqing Palace was wiped out by the Huangji Litian Dao, these mortals fled along the river. What Wang Qi is walking on now is actually basically the escape route of the mortal relatives of Luofu Xuanqing Palace 10,000 years ago.

The Luo family of Zhen Chanzi's adoptive father and the Su family of his own family probably spread out on this "escape route". Of course, those people did not live there after fleeing. For example, during the Demon Emperor Rebellion, they had to migrate again, so Wang Qi's route was also different from the escape route of those mortals back then.

However, just when Shenjing was in sight, Wang Qi turned around. The eastern land of Shenzhou was the hardest hit area of ​​the Demon Emperor's rebellion hundreds of years ago, and few mortals survived. Most of the people nowadays migrated from other places later.

After finishing the eastward advance, Wang Qi turned to the north. The Holy Infant Church preached in the northern wilderness in the past, attempting to wipe out the ancient gods of the Beidi people. To this end, they migrated a group of people from the inland. A branch of the Su family drifted there.

The Holy Infant Church was very successful in the past. The Beidi people now have naturalized. Among the modern Dharma monks, some people also have Beidi blood - such as Bai Ze Shenjun. In Beidi, Wang Qi successfully found the descendant of the Su family who had become a nomad.

Here, Wang Qi also experienced the grassland style. Large pieces of barbecue, Ma **** wine.

It's a pity that Zhen Chanzi still didn't find what he wanted.

After eating the last meal of cheese and wine, Wang Qi was full and set off on his journey again.

This time, he went all the way south. In addition to fleeing eastward, a small number of people from Luofu Xuanqing Palace fled southward, all the way to Xiaoxi.

After flying into the air again, Zhen Chanzi suddenly sighed: "Interesting."

"What's wrong, old man?"

"When I was a cultivator, I cared very little about my relatives, but I never thought that now they are all dead, I have to stare at a bunch of mortals, trying to see some of their shadows from their faces... my brothers who are not very likable, and... and... hahahaha, when they were alive, I didn't look at their faces so carefully! I feel like an old mortal now, just like seeing the style of the old people from the faces of the later generations... Interesting. Is this considered regaining the heart of the mortal?"

"Forget it, forget it, I'm tired of looking. There are still five or six places from here to Xiaoxi, right? Look at one or two more, and forget it after you have seen it."

Wang Qi asked in confusion: "Don't you care about your words?"

"Which man doesn't care at all?" Zhen Chanzi sighed: "But as you said, ten thousand years is actually a long time... so long that everything may change." (To be continued ~^~)

PS: Regarding the question about the continuum, thanks to my friend Huodong Jingju for correcting me. I have corrected it. TAT I feel that my level is limited.