longevity road trip

Chapter 86

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One day later, on the Surabaya Canal, a sailboat braved the wind and waves, and several old women employed by Zhang Shiping on it were carrying buckets of white rice to the deck. There were already more than a dozen dishes on the deck. Several skinny children were already drooling, and there was a sound of sucking on the deck.

The old mothers in Ping Town looked at these children with smiles on their faces, maybe out of concern, but more because of the money Zhang Shiping gave them, they only took care of these children to Qingyuan City, and then returned by boat. The money earned by an individual can support a family of five for a year.

How can they not try their best, those old mothers love these children as their own grandchildren.

Standing on the deck, Zhang Shiping saw those children waiting for their meal, turned his head and said lightly: "Eat." The children made joyful voices, gobbled them up, buried their heads in the rice bowl like a dozen little pigs.

It was inconvenient to pick up food with chopsticks, so those children simply grabbed it with their hands. Zhang Shiping shook his head and explained to the old women next to him, telling them not to eat their stomachs, but to watch, and go get them for them by the way. Some hawthorn water.

After explaining, Zhang Shiping walked slowly into the cabin room in the ship.

In the east of Qingyuan City, several carriages were driving on Qingshi Street. The decorations on the bodies of these carriages were not luxurious, but they revealed an atmosphere.The carts are all solid-color tall horses, and the drivers are dressed in clean and tidy clothes. They are all young and strong, and they are full of energy.

Seeing this group of carriages, no matter which one of the carriages of other families who were walking on the street saw it, the coachman hurriedly drove the carriages aside, respectfully avoided them, and waited for these carriages to pass by.

Dodging the carriage on the side of the road, many people inside are either from the government or from aristocratic families. They are all curious about where the immortal master on the carriage is going?

Looking at the direction the carriage was driving, it was heading towards the west of the city.But they didn't dare to send someone to follow them.

The carriage rattled, and on Qingshi Long Street, there was a slight shake in the carriage.

There were four old people sitting inside, but the car didn't look crowded at all. An old man in a sapphire-colored gown with the highest cultivation was holding a token in his hand. The veins on the back of his hand were bulging due to the tension.The other three people beside them were not much better, and they all looked a bit worried.

The four of them had their own concerns and were not in the mood to speak.

The carriage swayed gently, "The carriage has already left the west city gate." The groom driving the carriage said through the cloth curtain, his tone was respectful and cautious.

"What do you think?" The monk in the sapphire-colored gown saw that he was not far away from his destination. If he didn't say anything at this time, he would have no chance to say it. He asked the three fellow Taoists who had been together for decades, his tone was quite for heavy.

An old man in navy blue clothes smiled wryly, "How else can you think about it? Let's see how the sect seniors want to deal with it." The other two old men nodded, and the four of them had faces like bitter melons, drooping.

After the two cups of tea, the coachman pulled the reins and "squeaked", and the two tall pure white horses pulling the cart stopped in place, with the sound of hooves.

The coachman immediately put the small wooden stool on the ground, opened his eyes and opened the cloth curtain. The four old people sitting inside couldn't wait any longer.

The four got out of the carriage neatly, stood looking around, suddenly their eyes lit up, and the four asked the accompanying servants to wait by the side of the car, and they hurriedly walked towards a wooden shed, inside there was a man with a mustache The people are drinking tea, the tea provided in this tea shed is just a taste, it can only be regarded as tea, not fragrant tea.

There were more than a dozen children sitting on the bench next to each other, each with a big bun in each hand, chomping away, none of them were naughty, all they had in their eyes was the big bun in their hands, and their mouths were full of greasy food.

"Disciple Zhao Wen..."

"Disciple Chen Shiwei..."

"Disciple Xian Yuchun..."

"Disciple Ouyang Jing..."

The four of them said in unison, bowing and bowing.

"Greetings to Uncle Zhang, I wish Uncle Zhang good fortune and long life."

"Get up." Zhang Shiping looked at the four people and said calmly. He raised the rough clay bowl, took a sip of tea and said, "Put these children in the hall first."

"Disciple obeys." The four replied respectfully. Among them, the monk in navy blue clothes shook his hand towards the carriage, and a middle-aged scholar in Confucian shirt over there immediately ran over and asked the old man what was the matter in a low voice.

"Bring these children back to the hall, and take good care of them. Remember not to be negligent." When he said the last sentence, it was obvious that he valued it.

The man spoke in a low voice, but the few people present, except for the children who didn't hear this sentence, and the others were all monks, so they could hear it no matter how quiet they were at such a close distance.

Zhang Shiping didn't realize this man's small calculation, he stretched out his hand and wiped it on his waist, and four green jade slips were placed on the square table one by one.

These four jade slips flew towards these four people slowly, "Look at it!" Zhang Shiping distributed the jade slips to these four people with the most basic imperial technique of immortal cultivators. The servant took it away, and the two looked at the jade tablet in mid-empty, and each of them opened their mouths.

After these people took the jade slip with both hands, they stuck it between their eyebrows and swept it, and the expressions of the four of them all changed.

Zhang Shiping looked at these four people with a bit of coldness in his eyes, and most of them focused on Zhao Wenwen who had just introduced himself. "The Zhao family, Li family, Zheng family... and other 22 families in Qingyuan City are all related to the Ten Thousand Blood Sect. Go and investigate first."

"What is the relationship between you and the Zhao family in Qingyuan City?" Zhang Shiping stared at Zhao Wenwen and asked.

The old monk in sapphire blue, whose scalp was numb from Zhang Shiping's stare, broke out in a cold sweat from his forehead.

"To be honest, this disciple is a member of the Zhao family. I ask my uncle to be careful. This disciple has absolutely no connection with the Ten Thousand Blood Sect."

Zhang Shiping learned from Zhou Nan, who was at the seventh level of the Ten Thousand Blood Sect's qi training, that in the past few years, some of the families that had traded with the Ten Thousand Blood Sect were not only in Qingyuan City, but there were also a dozen or so families in nearby towns.

"You don't have connections with the Ten Thousand Blood Sect, but the Zhao family does. You should understand this." Zhang Shiping said quietly.The family is big, and there are all kinds of birds. Zhang Shiping is also a little considerate of this Zhao Wen. There are some unworthy descendants in the family. Don't you know that such things can't be messed with?

"I'll give you a chance to find out about Zhao's family and deal with it cleanly."

"Thank you, Uncle Zhang, thank you Uncle Zhang." Zhao Wenwen hurriedly thanked him, his sleeves wiping the cold sweat on his forehead.

Seeing that Zhang Shiping didn't specifically name other families, the other three who came were relieved.

"Uncle Zhang, please get in the car." The four wanted to change the subject, so they invited Zhang Shiping to get in the car.

Zhang Shiping stood up and walked out of the wooden shed, looking at the sun in the sky was really dazzling, he took out the ancient Qingling boat and threw it into the air, in a blink of an eye, Zhang Shiping stepped onto the zhang-long spirit boat.

He turned his head and said to the four people, "Quickly deal with the families on the list."

Then the Qingling ancient boat rose into the sky, and Zhang Shiping rushed towards the Changsheng temple.

Chapter 87

In the cave on the back mountain of Changsheng Temple, Sun Erlou leaned against the stone wall at the entrance of the cave, holding a piece of dogtail grass in his mouth, and patted the long scabbard around his waist from time to time.

Dozens of people inside the cave were hungry after a few meals, lost their energy, and stopped a lot in a day or two. When they came in, they were noisy and disturbing.

Sun Erlou spit on the ground and looked at the person who was sharpening the knife in front of him. The sound of "rustling, rustling", the sound of the long knife on the whetstone was very rhythmic, full of rhythm.

The one sharpening the knife was a gray-haired old man, surnamed Zhou, who was blind in one eye, but Sun Erlou didn't dare to call him Zhou blind, blind man, or blind old man.

When he first came here, there was an eight-foot man who looked like a dog, but with a stinky mouth. When he saw old man Zhou squatting on the ground sharpening his knife, he laughed at him as a blind man.

The man had just finished speaking, and the smile on his face hadn't faded away. Old man Zhou took a long knife and strode across, stabbing the man through.People like them don't have a few lives in their hands. They have seen life and death a lot, and those who kill people can't coax others.

But Sun Erlou could see very clearly at that time, the old man had no expression on his face after the murder, and his eyelids didn't even raise half an inch, he was more casual than slaughtering a chicken.

He is not afraid of Sun Erlou, but he doesn't want to cause trouble, so he is usually polite to the old man Zhou, because this man was once a military commander, so he called him Zhou Shichang.

His face had been gloomy since the morning, and he pulled out his saber and was sharpening it. The old man Zhou Shichang didn't usually look like this, so he caught his attention.

Sun Erlou saw Zhou Shichang holding a long knife, with one eye under the sun, looking at the blade very seriously, and asked curiously: "Zhou Shichang, what are you looking at? What's so good about sharpening a knife? Are you not looking at the mother-in-law?"

"You don't understand." He shook his head and said, "This knife can't be sharpened too sharply, it can easily break the mouth, and it can't be too blunt, because it can easily get stuck in the bone. When the two armies are fighting, the heart must not be soft, and the knife must not be slow. , It’s quicker to cut it, and it’s better to pull it up.”

As he spoke, he stood up, held the handle of the knife with both hands, made a few slashing movements, and said with a smile, "I don't know if I can survive this time." The feeling was lingering, and he believed in his own feeling, because Zhou Shichang survived by relying on this intuition after decades on the battlefield.

What Zhou Shichang said was so low that Sun Erlou couldn't hear the wind whistling as he waved his knife, so he asked, "What are you talking about?"

"Nothing, nothing."

"Say you can't survive." A black-purple sword light danced like a snake and butterfly, and instantly drew a line of blood on the throats of the four gatekeepers at the entrance of the cave.

The black and purple sword light cut the wooden fence of the cave into small sections, and then returned to Zhang Shiping's hands. He wiped it on his storage bag and put Luo Junjian in it.

After hearing the sound, dozens of children in the cave, some with some strength, ran out of the cave with courage, but when they saw Zhang Shiping walking over the corpses of the four gatekeepers on the ground, they Stepped back a few times and fell to the ground.

"Stay well, don't run around, someone will pick you up later." Zhang Shiping said to these children, with an orderly tone that did not allow others to question.

On the Loess Avenue outside the east gate of Qingyuan City, there were seven or eight horse-drawn carriages running. In the front of the carriage, there were twenty people, one person and two horses, divided into two rows. The leader was Master Chen who had just gone to see Zhang Shiping. Wei and Xian Yuchun were two old men, followed by eighteen well-dressed men, billowing up a trail of smoke and dust.

The two led the people behind them, and one could see the urgent look on their faces,

After nearly an hour, these people rushed to the back mountain of the Temple of Longevity. When they saw Zhang Shiping sitting cross-legged in front of the cave and meditating, they came forward cautiously: "I'm late, please forgive me, Uncle Zhang."

Zhang Shiping opened his eyes and saw that they were all busy, and knew that they had tried their best and did not make things difficult for them: "Take all the children in the cave back, send back those who can be sent back to their parents as much as possible, those who have no father or mother, Just stay and give them a job to do, don't starve to death."

"Yes." The two immediately agreed, and a dozen people behind them, greeted by the two, went into the cave to bring out the children inside and put them in the carriage. Some children were frightened and wanted to cry but did not dare to make a sound Well, those well-dressed men are not delicate people, and they can't control so much, as long as they can load people into the car.

"And deal with the corpses in the Temple of Longevity. Those are all followers of the Ten Thousand Blood Cult." Zhang Shiping continued.

The two quickly agreed.

After Zhang Shiping explained the matter, the Gyeongju matter has come to an end. He can go to the headquarters of the Ten Thousand Blood Sect to join the Zongmen and his party, or he can go directly to Zhengyangzong.

Zhang Shiping thought for a while, he took out the ancient Qingling boat, and in the eyes of everyone, drove the flying magic weapon away, but the direction he flew was not the headquarters of the Ten Thousand Blood Sect, nor the Zhengyang Sect, but towards Yu Yu. Fly to Xuzhou, China.

In the Temple of Longevity, corpses were strewn all over the field. Chen Shiwei and Xian Yuchun directed the crowd to move out all the corpses in the temple, put them on the wood pile, light a fire, and the orange-red flames quickly engulfed it. corpse.

The two of them looked at the three piles of fire in front of them, and each showed a relaxed expression.

"Fortunately, Uncle Zhang from the sect is easy to talk to."

"Senior Brother Zhao is too protective of the Zhao family. If another Master Zhuji comes over, I'm afraid the Zhao family will disappear."

The two talked and laughed, and the wooden door of the Temple of Longevity closed slowly. They were immortal cultivators after all, and they immediately discovered the situation. They took a look, and neither of them broke it. Big, a little cold.

The two walked away from the fire, and immediately went down the mountain, leaving a few people watching the fire.

In the Temple of Longevity, an old man in a washed white robe slowly closed the heavy tung oil wooden door, picked up the broom behind the door, and swept the blood-stained fallen leaves into a pile.

He shook his head and muttered: "This little baby will definitely cause trouble for people." The old man stood on the ground holding a broomstick, and looked at the sky with his drooping eyes.

Zhang Shiping, who was nearly a hundred miles away, was sitting on the ancient Qingling boat. Suddenly, his whole body trembled and he was covered in cold sweat. He felt as if he was being targeted by some peerless beast. .

After descending more than a dozen feet, Zhang Shiping stabilized. He bit the tip of his tongue, exerted himself, and poured his mana into the ancient Qingling boat without reservation. The flying speed was at least half accelerated, but Zhang Shiping was still not satisfied. , he took out the elixir and kept stuffing it into his mouth, while holding a medium-grade fire spirit stone with the other hand, he flew towards Xuzhou, the state of Yu, as if fleeing for his life.

"It's quite clever," the old man sweeping the floor of the Longevity Temple lowered his head and smiled, and said to himself, "If the old man's retreat is broken, it can be regarded as a lesson for you."

In the blood-stained places in the Temple of Longevity, rats and ants who smelled blood crawled out and licked them continuously. The old man who swept the floor put the broom back behind the door, frowned, and remained motionless. After a few breaths, The figure gradually disappeared, and the person no longer knew where he had gone.

Chapter 88

After Zhang Shiping flew hundreds of miles in one breath, his head was covered with cold sweat, and then he turned his head to look behind, his spine made a sound due to the long stretching.

Although the feeling of being stared at by a peerless ferocious beast only lasted for a short moment, and Zhang Shiping never felt it again, but it jumped him, and after flying hundreds of miles in one breath, his mana was really unsustainable , Relying on too much mana supplemented by pills and spirit stones made his meridians tingle a little.

But he still didn't dare to stop, even though Zhang Shiping knew that if the other party really wanted to keep him, then he would not be able to escape by himself.Zhang Shiping murmured in his heart that he had offended that senior expert and wanted to scare him like this.

Zhang Shiping flew from about Shen's time until the sun had already set. Looking down from the sky, Zhang Shiping saw a few lights below, dotted with stars.

The farther he flew, the more at ease Zhang Shiping felt.

Zhang Shiping flew down the Qingling ancient boat, and saw dozens of large and small boats docked in a ferry, all of which had their sails lowered from their masts. On some big boats, some rooms were brightly lit.

On the boat closest to Zhang Shiping, a young scholar with delicate features and a somewhat bookish look, took a pair of scissors, cut off the burnt wick, picked it up again, and the light was a bit brighter.

Sitting next to him, the book boy who was originally sent by the family to serve him was so sleepy that he closed his eyelids. After the wick crackled, the book boy who was about to fall asleep was awakened. He rubbed his eyes and saw that his young master was still holding the book. He was watching intently, and suddenly he coughed, which seemed very loud in the silent night.

The book boy got up quickly, took out a cloak from the backpack, and put it on for his young master.

"Go to sleep first." The young man held a handkerchief, covered his mouth, and coughed a few more times, before he recovered and said to the worried-looking book boy.

The book boy went to rest without saying anything, he stubbornly stepped aside and guarded his son.

This elegant young man is called Xu Zilong. He was originally studying at the Taixue of the State of Yu, and in a few days it will be the [-]th birthday of Mrs. Xu. He came back by boat all the way, and now Xuzhou is not far ahead.

Because it was night, and there was a section of Surabaya turning back in front of it, it caused a whirlwind, the water was turbulent, and there were many eddies.

Seeing that it was getting late, the boss of the boat, who has been sailing for many years, parked the boat at the ferry tonight, and waited until the sun came out tomorrow before he steered the boat through the fast-moving water.

Seventy to eighty percent of the literati who were traveling with Mr. Xu on the boat have already disembarked and went to the city. I heard that the moon is different from other places, and it will be more poetic.

Mr. Xu has also been there, but the name is not worthy of the name. Those people don't believe it, so they have to go and see it.

Zhang Shiping drove the Qingling ancient boat, and put the flying boat away when it was three feet high from the boat, and then used the lightness technique, like a feather, to float into the boat.

There were several brightly lit rooms on the building boat, Zhang Shiping picked one, and he disappeared on the upper deck of the ship, and after a flash, he entered a room.

Mr. Xu and his servant passed out before they had time to react.Zhang Shiping performed the feathering technique, trying to restrain his breath, then he blew out the lights, stopped meditating, and lay down like ordinary people, pretending to sleep.

Zhang Shiping didn't dare to practice, because he was worried that the fluctuation caused by absorbing spiritual power would attract the prying eyes of that old monster.

He had no choice but to slowly recover his own mana, without saying a word all night.

The sun is shining brightly and the water in Surabaya is sparkling. The big fish in the river wag their tails on the surface of the water, splashing everywhere.

The boat hoisted the canvas, sailed out of the ferry, passed the fast-flowing river along Surabaya, and drifted in the water for half a day. Zhang Shiping, who was sitting cross-legged in the cabin, heard someone shouting that Xuzhou had already passed away. Coming.

Zhang Shiping got up, and after the brows of the pair of master and servant nodded, he left.

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Xuzhou city.

At this time, the whole city of Xuzhou was shrouded in carnival of birthday and birthday. Madam Xu's [-]th birthday was approaching.

In the backyard of the Xu Mansion, a dozen or so gorgeously dressed women worked diligently around a rich silver-haired old lady, and kept saying things to please the old lady, making the old lady Xu who was lying on the soft couch laugh loudly. laugh.