The heavens start from Maoshan

"Not urgent."

"You started practicing at the age of 16, and you will become a true immortal in just a few years."

"But comprehending it is far more difficult than becoming a real immortal. Even with my painting as a reference, it is not something you can understand in a short time."

Zhang Heng calculated in his heart: "In 100 years, if you can eliminate the imprint of time left by me, your 100 years will not be considered in vain."

"If it doesn't work, it won't work in 100 years, and I'm afraid it won't work in 1000 years."

"Maybe you are not suitable for this path, it is better to give up."

Zhang Yitong nodded slightly.

He didn't say anything, and went to retreat with Zhang Heng's painting.

Zhang Heng didn't care about her either.

As the protagonist of the current era, Zhang Yitong is not without opportunities.

Big, the way of heaven is forty-nine.

In the dark, there will be a glimmer of life.

The same goes for being a protagonist.

Back then, if Hongzu could adjust his direction in time, from relying on destiny and luck to studying Taoism and realizing the natural transformation, he would not have to be today. After 2000 years, he would still be a slave to luck.

2000 years ago, relying on fortune to rise.

After 2000, we still have to rely on luck to break the situation.

It's actually quite sad.

Comparing with Hong Zu.

Zhang Yitong is very lucky.

Back then, if Hongzu had had such a person chasing and feeding him, he might have a different world now.

Unfortunately.

Time, fate, how to force.

Hongzu's luck was still a little bit worse, and he was still running for his life, full of sorrow.

A word of truth.

Thousands of books are falsely passed on.

There is nothing more.

Chapter 345: This is a good friend

How long is a person's life.

Ten years young, ten years old and weak.

Good times, ten years to go.

But in the Realm of True Immortals, you have a lifespan of [-].

Although it is small compared with the world, but for ordinary people, this is an unimaginably long time.

Just saying that.

After the real fairyland, the difficulty of the fairy art that needs to be learned is also rising sharply.

A retreat.

simple.

It takes even longer to cultivate a great supernatural power, and it may take a hundred years to achieve nothing.

Time flies.

In the blink of an eye, eighty years are like the wind.

"Can't you?"

Since 80 years ago.

After the eldest lady took his painting into the secret room, she never came out again.

Of course, it's not dead inside anymore.

Those who eat water swim, and those who eat grains are wise.

Those who eat wood are strong, those who eat grass are sensitive, and those who eat qi are gods and longevity.

As a monk in the real fairyland, he can absorb spiritual energy to replenish himself, and he will not die without eating.

What Zhang Heng said was no good.

It means that the eldest lady should not have much talent in the way of time.

The progress is very slow, and there is no entry so far.

It has been like this for 80 years. If there is no accident, I am afraid that it will be another 80 years, 800 years, and it is estimated that it will be the same.

The way of time is obviously not suitable for the eldest lady, she does not have the talent and understanding in this area.

"The master leads the door, and the practice is up to everyone."

"The way of time is my way, after all, it's not yours."

Zhang Heng has nothing to do.

The comprehension of Tao does not mean that if someone teaches you, you will be able to realize something.

This is not a world where you get what you give.

What's more, when one reaches the level of immortal gods, time will gradually lose its meaning.

The low-level immortals are fine.

When you reach the realm of the Golden Immortal, you will have eternal life.

If you spend time, you will definitely be able to comprehend a great way, isn't it true that the world is full of saints.

And in reality.

If you can walk to the end of a road, you have the qualification to attack the Holy Throne.

From the beginning of the world to the present.

Countless time has passed, and only nine saints have emerged.

Among them, the three emperors of the human race, or the three together, hold a holy throne.

This can be seen.

The comprehension of Tao is really enlightenment.

If you realize it, you have realized it, and if you don’t realize it, you just can’t realize it.

It doesn't make any sense to give you 1 years, [-] million years, or even a trillion years.

Not to say there is.

It may be that the Dao heart is not strong, and the Dao heart collapses in the long search, and then you go crazy.

or.

I feel like I've run out of ways, and I've lost my will to make progress.

Lie flat completely, like a reclusive salted fish.

Don't practice, don't ask questions.

I've been in a daze all day, and I don't have much time to wake up.

Often a sleep is an era.

Wait until the immeasurable calamity.

Jump out as an old antique forgotten by history, and read a sentence: "I have only one body, and one chaos is one year!"

Actually.

It's just a self-imposed exile, a half-dead miserable man.

dong dong dong...

was thinking.

There was a knock on the door outside.

Zhang Heng felt away, and it was Liu Wu who came.

"You are this?"

Zhang Heng went out.

I saw Liu Wu wearing armor and holding a silver gun, and he seemed to be going out.

"Zhang Heng, is your sister still in retreat?"

Liu Wu looked smug: "My brother-in-law went out to travel and found a secret realm of newborns. There are many strange beasts in it. I'm going to catch some of them and use them as mounts. If your sister is here, you can go with me."

"My sister?"

Zhang Heng frowned slightly.

Liu Wu is drifting away. Looking at his eyes full of peach blossoms, I can't imagine what his plan is.

Of course, people change.

Once upon a time, in front of him, Liu Wu always spoke flatteringly.

nowadays.

After becoming a true immortal monk, he was full of ambition and became hard-spoken.

"Poverty breeds hostility, and wealth breeds ambition."

"The ancients do not deceive me!"

Zhang Heng was filled with emotion.

If he remembers correctly.

In the past few decades, Liu Wuchun has been proud of his horseshoe disease, and the number of confidante around him is almost four figures.

There are even more brother-in-laws, many of whom he can't even recognize.

It's not as good as Yun Lingzhi for this piss.

Yun Lingzhi dares to love, hate, think and do.

Even if there are all kinds of bad things, but people don't bother, and they have a look of treating love.

to be frank.

If Yun Lingzhi had pursued Zhang Yitong back then, Zhang Heng, the younger brother, might not have stopped him.

But Liu Wu.

Now he's a bit repulsive.

"My sister is still in retreat."

Zhang Heng glanced at Liu Wu: "You have great ideas, but they are useless."

"Uh..."

Liu Wu's smile froze on his face.

Seeing his expression and thinking about the good relationship in the past, Zhang Heng said again: "You don't look good, you should have bad luck recently, young man, be careful."

"doom?"

Liu Wu instantly thought of Hongzu.

But the current him is no longer the one who entered the real fairyland for the first time decades ago.

He has made progress in his practice over the years, and has had many adventures, and he has a flying fairy treasure in his hand.