longevity road trip

The pavilion in the lake is about a hundred meters away from the shore, Zhang Shiping's eyes flashed, and he looked over there to a young man who was reading a book, and a book boy stood beside him.

The young man who was studying looked a little pale, and Zhang Shiping felt that he looked a little familiar when he saw the man.

It's just that Zhang Shiping couldn't remember who this person was for a while, but he was sure he had seen it before.He lightly tapped the railing with his fingers a few times, and then his expression suddenly changed. It turned out that it was the pair of young master and servant he had seen in the boat the day before yesterday.

So they were destined, Zhang Shiping tapped the ground with his toes, the person rose out of thin air, crossed the railing, and then tapped the water surface, and in a blink of an eye the person floated over a distance of [-] meters.

Under the reminder of the book boy, the young master saw Zhang Shiping coming by stepping on the water, Xu Zilong put down the scroll, when he returned home yesterday, he heard that an immortal teacher had come to the mansion, it seems that this is the one.

Xu Zilong didn't dare to neglect, stood up to greet him, "Xu Zilong from the Xu family has met Zhang Xianshi." He coughed a few times, and quickly covered it with his hands.After the cough stopped, he said embarrassedly: "Zilong is rude."

Zhang Shiping watched him up and down, saw that his face was full of sickness, his muscles and bones were very loose, and his standard hands were weak, so he made some judgments in his heart.

"Master Xu didn't ask the doctor to come over and have a look?"

"It's not a serious illness. When I was in Taixue years ago, I asked the old imperial doctor in the palace to see it. It's nothing serious. He said that I will recover if I walk around a lot and strengthen my bones and muscles. Zilong thank you for your concern!"

Zhang Shiping looked at Xu Zilong with his hands behind his back, it seemed that he was another sick person.

"Let me see, take it easy." Zhang Shiping put his hand on Xu Zilong's shoulder, his mana slowly recuperated, and he stopped after recuperating his body. It was like borrowing the rent for his room on the boat that night.

Xu Zilong was shocked when Zhang Shiping put his hands on his shoulders, but when he heard Zhang Shiping's very gentle tone, his heart instantly settled down, and then Xu Zilong felt warm all over his body. He hadn't felt so comfortable in several months. It's cool.

He also felt a lot lighter, and this feeling came quickly. After Zhang Shiping raised his hand, it went away faster, his throat was not so uncomfortable, and his breathing was much stronger.

Xu Zilong had seen Zhang Shiping's method before, and it really was the method of the immortal family, and he bowed sincerely to thank him.

"I just helped you take care of your body a little bit. If you want to be healthy, you still need to exercise a lot on your own." Zhang Shiping told Xu Zilong.After all, this person may be the old man's grandson, and he is not considered an outsider.

After Zhang Shiping admired the budding lotus in the pavilion for a while, he left under the watchful eyes of Xu Zilong, master and servant.

After leaving the Huzhong Pavilion, Zhang Shiping returned to the room of Tingtao Yayuan, set up formations, lit the bronze lamps in broad daylight, and concentrated on practicing.

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Wujian Mountain, with sharp cliffs and towering cliffs, stands thousands of feet high, towering above the peaks.On the peak, there is a stream flowing down the bottom of the peak along the cliff, and the turbulent waterfall competes for noise.There are many famous and ancient trees on the peak, and the leaf forest is lush.

A middle-aged man in Chinese clothes led eight servants and waited at the foot of the mountain. There were four main roads on Wujian Mountain, and the Xu family sent people to guard at the intersections.

This middle-aged man in fine clothes is called Xu Songyang, he is the second master of the Xu family, the curtain of the carriage has been pulled aside, he is sitting in the carriage, looking towards the mountain road.

In a sandalwood box inside the carriage, there was a mass of black ash, which was his burning talisman, which was specially left by the yellow-faced old man Lin Zhiqi in Xu's house. If something important happened, the people in Xu's mansion could also burn the talisman.

The yellow-faced old man has another matching talisman in his hand, and the two talismans can echo each other, but the range is only more than ten miles away.

The two parties holding the talisman cannot communicate with each other. In the final analysis, this is just a talisman that transmits signals within a range of more than ten miles, which is less effective than ordinary sound transmission talismans.

It's just that this kind of talisman can be activated by burning it with fire, so mortals can also use it.

Second Master Xu has been waiting at the foot of Wujian Mountain for a long time. Although Zhang Shiping politely said that there is no need to call Immortal Master Lin back, everyone in the Xu Mansion dare not neglect. The Xu family and his wife thought about it and discussed it with Mrs. Xu However, he still decided to invite Lin Zhiqi, Immortal Master Lin, back.

That's why Second Master Xu led dozens of people from the Xu Mansion to Wujian Mountain to look for Lin Zhiqi before dawn. The sun in the sky was so high that everyone in the Xu Mansion rushed to Wujian Mountain.

After Xu Songyang burned the talisman, he waited here for a long time, and gradually became a little anxious. He didn't know if other passers-by had received Immortal Lin.

Xu Songyang took off the water bag hanging on the car, took a sip, and thought, he probably hasn't received Lin Xianshi yet.If other passers-by receive Immortal Lin, they should send someone over to notify him.

Just as Xu Songyang was thinking like this, just as he put down the water bag, a domestic servant who was watching outside came down from a boulder in a few steps.

"Second Master, Immortal Master Lin is flying over, right in the middle of the mountain path." The servant immediately rushed over, knelt down on one knee outside the carriage, and said loudly.

Xu Songyang stepped out of the carriage immediately, and someone beside him wanted to come to help him, but this Second Master Xu also has good martial arts, his lightness kung fu is extremely handsome, he tapped his toes lightly on the head of the white horse pulling the cart, and he leaped a few feet forward, standing in front of him, Shouted: "Master Lin Immortal." The voice was thick and strong, resounding in the mountains.

The yellow-faced old man had already seen someone waiting at the foot of the mountain, and he drove the flying magic weapon around in the air, and it landed in front of everyone in a short while. The yellow-faced old man's face was much older than ten years ago. There are faint age spots, but fortunately, he is still in good spirits.

In the mundane world, he lacked aura, so he drove the flying magic weapon all the way from the old forest in the deep mountains of Wujian Mountain, panting slightly.

Lin Zhiqi's magic talisman left in Xu's mansion changed, which made him lose his interest in playing. He thought that something important happened in the mansion, and he actually used the magic talisman he left behind.

He directly drove the flying magic weapon down the mountain, originally thinking of flying directly back to the Xu Mansion in Xuzhou, but when he saw the second son of the Xu family at the foot of the mountain, he came down to ask what happened?

The tea-tray-shaped flying magic weapon shrunk to the size of a palm, and flew into Lin Zhiqi's hand, and he put it into the storage bag.

Lin Zhiqi adjusted his breathing a little, looked at the second son of the Xu family who had a relaxed expression and no worries between his brows, it seemed that there should be no life-or-death matters in the Xu family.

But things still need to be asked clearly. After all, they have used the magic talisman to send him a special message. There should be something important. He even used a magic talisman to send a message to this old man."

He has already told his daughter that he will go back when Xu Fu's birthday is, that is, tomorrow, and they can't even wait for a day?What the hell happened.Thinking of this, the yellow-faced old man couldn't help staring at Xu Songyang, wanting to know the answer from him.

Xu Songyang has good bones, he has practiced martial arts since he was a child, and the Xu family is a wealthy family, so none of the resources needed for martial arts training has been left behind. In addition, he is also considered diligent, and his own skills are already extremely deep.

Perhaps the experience of fighting is not as good as that of a person who licks blood with a knife, but in terms of skill alone, he can be regarded as a top-notch master.

But it was such a first-class expert, under Lin Zhiqi's gaze, the hairs on his body stood up unconsciously, as if this shriveled old man was more terrifying than a tiger.

He has also met this Immortal Master Lin several times in the mansion in the past few years. He is usually just an old man walking around with a teapot, and he has also seen some of his immortal methods.

Xu Songyang thought that as long as he could get close to Immortal Lin, he would be able to win the fight with his own martial arts.

But now he no longer has this idea. Lin Zhiqi's unintentional aura just now has made him unable to resist. He said respectfully: "Yesterday, a fairy master in the mansion came to visit you on purpose. He is at the age of two. In his early teens, his surname is Zhang and his name is Shiping."

"It turned out to be this kid," the old man said to Xu Songyang with a flick of his eyebrows and beard when he heard Zhang Shiping coming, "Why does the old man need to go to greet this kid when he comes?"

Xu Songyang smiled, he was not easy to talk about the matters between the immortal masters.

Lin Zhiqi was just talking, he walked quickly towards the carriage, and after getting into the carriage, he said, "Songyang, why don't you leave?"

Xu Songyang quickly responded, and also got into the carriage.

The coachman jumped on the front of the car, waved his whip, "drive, drive", and the carriage was speeding on the road.

Chapter 92 Gathering and Dispersing

In Tingtao Yayuan, after Zhang Shiping set up a simple isolation formation in the room, he took out a small set of spirit gathering formations, and put 12 yuan fire attribute spirit stones in the formation nodes, and then practiced under the bronze lamp stand 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 aura from the 12 yuan fire attribute spirit stone, Zhang Shiping did not continue to put the spirit stone into the formation, but blew out the bronze lamp and put it in 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 collected over the years, and was roasted by himself after he took over 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 [-]th 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.

Chapter 93

In Qingyuan City, Qingzhou, Yu State, in the Zhao Mansion, more than thirty people kneeled and tied up in a large courtyard. The ones kneeling in front were four gorgeously dressed descendants of the Zhao family, one of whom was the son of Zhao Wenwen, and the other three A dozen or so are diners raised by the Zhao family.

All of these people had rags stuffed in their mouths, and they couldn't speak.

Among the four people, there was an older middle-aged man who looked somewhat similar to Zhao Wenwen. He was Zhao Wenwen's son and ranked second. This man knelt on the ground, facing Zhao Wenwen and others sitting in the hall The man kowtowed again and again, with panic in his eyes.

Zhao Wenwen retracted his gaze and turned his head away, unable to bear to look at his son kneeling on the ground, he turned his head to look at the other fellow Taoists in the hall, "Junior Brother Chen, Junior Brother Xianyu, Junior Brother Ouyang, my Zhao family and those involved in the Wanxue Sect all kneel It's under the hall, take a look and check if there are any missing people, so you can explain to Uncle Zhang in the future."

Although Zhao Wenwen's tone was calm, there was a bit of resentment and helplessness hidden in it, but he didn't dare to reveal it.

The three Zhengyangzong disciples sitting in the hall looked at Senior Brother Zhao, and none of them went out to count without knowing their eyes. After all, the four of them have worked together for so many years, and Senior Brother Zhao should save this bit of face.

The three of them just looked at the thirty or so people kneeling in the compound from afar, and made a little confirmation. The four people in front were from the direct descendants of the Zhao family, they all knew each other, and the dozens of people in the back were all familiar faces.Since the Zhao family can tie up all the descendants of the direct descendants, it is not short of a few diners

They bowed their hands to Zhao Wenwen: "Senior Brother Zhao understands righteousness so well, and we all admire the younger brother, and will definitely report the truth to Senior Uncle Zhang."

"Then I would like to ask the three junior brothers to say more good things in front of Senior Uncle Zhang, so as to be a witness for Senior Brother." Zhao Wenwen flicked his sleeve, and a small bright yellow sword flew out of the sleeve and flew out of the hall.

A more intense muffled hum came from the compound, but it soon subsided.

After a while, he took back the flying sword weapon that was still stained with blood, put it back into his sleeve without wiping it, and said to the servant outside the door wearily: "You can bury those people anywhere, if you don't enter Ancestral grave."

When Zhao Wenwen said this, he obviously didn't want these four direct descendants to be buried in the ancestral grave. Some of these words were said to the three juniors.Since the people have been killed, there must be appearances and enough acting.