The heavens start from Maoshan

One day.

Three Qings, Four Emperors...

"Cough cough cough."

Zhang Heng quickly interrupted, and said a mysterious word: "Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun."

Chapter 4 and Two: The White Deer General of the Immortal Realm

"Speaking of sinking into a dream."

"Actually, dreams aren't scary, what's scary is that the world of mortals blinds the eyes."

"Family, affection, love."

"Responsibility, oath, righteousness."

"The cutting is constant, the reason is still chaotic, there are too many worries and burdens, it is naturally difficult to get out, and this is the sinking."

Within the Earth Immortal Realm.

Zhang Heng slowly opened his eyes.

He stayed in the Milky Way Age for half a month, but in reality it was only more than an hour.

Saw him wake up.

Jiang Yan, who was protecting the law for him, immediately looked at his daughter impatiently.

Seeing that Jiang Le was still awake, her mood went downhill like a roller coaster, and all thoughts on her face were completely disheartened.

"Don't panic."

Zhang Heng said at the right time: "I have met Jiang Le, and she is still awake now because there are still things to be done. You should hide her body first. It may take a few years or half a year, and she will come back from here." Waking up from a dream."

Hear this.

Jiang Yan felt at ease, half flattering, half flattering said: "It all depends on the immortal."

Zhang Heng shook his head: "No way, your daughter has a certain affinity with me. In terms of it, you should call me senior brother."

Done.

Zhang Heng thought about it again, and then said: "My pumice stone vein has just been mined, and there is no manager. Since you are Jiang Le's father, and you have been traveling through mountains to enter the mine all year round, you should be a manager among them, and help me manage the mine. Well, turning around will not miss your benefits."

"This this..."

Jiang Yan was overjoyed.

Stewardship sounds small, but power is not small.

His subordinates are in charge of the Bailai No. Mining Fairy, keeping accounts on weekdays, supervising the workers, and checking whether everyone has ore entrained.

Regardless of the need to go to the mine to dig rocks, who will do the work and who will not be able to come, that is also a matter of one sentence.

Jiang Yanjiu fumbled on the ground floor.

After all these years, I didn't get any clues. It's only now that I sigh: "It's still good to enjoy the shade under the big tree."

Zhang Heng didn't care about Jiang Yan's emotion.

The lower bound is the lower bound, and the upper bound is the upper bound.

Those who can fly up, whoever is below is not calling the wind and the rain.

This is like, you were No.1 in your high school during the college entrance examination, and then you performed exceptionally well and got admitted to Qingbei.

When you arrive in Qingbei, you can see that those people are too perverted.

Each of them is the number one scholar at the provincial and municipal level, and you are just making up the numbers among them, and you are no longer sought after by thousands of people in high school.

of course.

This analogy may not be appropriate, but the meaning is similar.

The hundreds of miners mining in Zhang Heng's vein, all of them were elated when they talked about the lower realm.

What's more, remorse soars.

In their view, they ascended to the upper world to make a big difference, not to come here to mine.

"Ancestor!"

"Hello, Patriarch."

After setting up Jiang Yan, Zhang Heng went to Maoshan Fairy Gate.

Did not reach the mountain gate.

Then I saw the fairy light rising and falling on Jurong Mountain, and hundreds of shooting stars rushed out.

Take a closer look.

It turned out to be an elder from Chuan Gong Hall, who was leading his disciples to learn the technique of flying away.

These are all junior disciples recruited from all over Jurong Maoshan, all of them are high-spirited and talented.

Although he has just entered the Taoist path, he is still far from becoming an immortal.

However, it is not difficult to see that when it comes to the word future, these people have a much more future than those wild immortals who ascended from the lower realm.

bang bang bang...

Seeing Zhang Heng, a group of young disciples greeted him one after another, calling him Patriarch.

Because I just learned the art of flying away.

With this distraction, many people immediately fell down like dumplings, falling to the ground like puppies, grinning in pain and screaming.

Zhang Heng felt pain when he saw it.

"Master Zhang, I heard that you ascended from the ancestral land. Is the ancestral land fun?"

There is shame.

Naturally, there is also a moon with extraordinary talents, and the moon is full of stars.

Several girls with better faces stood on the flying sword or stepped on the magic weapon, flying around Zhang Heng, looking at him curiously and longingly.

"Ancestral land!"

Zhang Heng shook his head: "It's not fun, the lower realm is very small, not even one-ten-thousandth the size of Jurong Maoshan in the Earth Immortal Realm."

Hear this.

A female disciple in yellow clothes with a tender face asked strangely: "Patriarch, since the ancestral land is very small, why are there so many outstanding people who can cultivate so much?"

Zhang Heng replied: "Time, fate, and luck. I don't know if you have ever been to a mortal dynasty. If you have been, you will find that when the secular imperial power changes, and the founding emperor raises troops, the family fortunes that first gather around you are often The most powerful thing is that there will be general county and cabinet township for this reason, if it is true, isn’t it an exaggeration for a small county to have hundreds of generals?”

The woman in yellow seemed to understand after listening to it: "Patriarch, you mean that the ancestral land is the foundation of my Maoshan, and the luck is concentrated, and it is destined to have sages. Is this the truth?"

"That's right."

Zhang Heng looked at the group of 20-year-old sect descendants, and said with a smile: "It's good to have the ancestral land in the ancestral land, and the superiority in the upper world. You don't need to care about these distinctions. You just need to practice hard, and you will be better for yourself in the future." Zongmen share their worries."

swoosh swish...

Young monks gathered in groups, and under the leadership of the elders of Chuangong Hall, they flew far away in a frolicking manner: "Father Master, we went to practice flying."

Watching the backs of the crowd.

Zhang Heng was filled with emotions for a while.

He was also young back then, learning how to fly for the first time, flying ninety thousand miles in one day.

Pay homage to the ancestors of Maoshan.

The lights are bright, and Maoshan will be passed down forever.

This is the inheritance.

Zhang Heng stood in the void and watched quietly for a long time.

under the eyes.

The teenagers are playing and fighting, and the girls are chattering.

There is also the childhood sweetheart, flying side by side, holding hands from time to time when everyone is not paying attention, breaking up with a touch, and smiling back.

"Youth!"

I do not know how long it has been.

Zhang Heng came back to his senses and walked slowly towards the secret realm of Jade Axe, muttering in his mouth: "At that time, I was young and my clothes were thin, and I was riding a horse leaning on a leaning bridge..."

Time does not leave people.

Zhang Heng was a little lost in thought, if his portal didn't open on the plane of the Republic of China, but at the foot of Jurong Mountain.

Will he also be like these juniors, worship Maoshan, have a junior sister who is full of eyes on him, fly side by side together every day, sit on the clouds, watch the sunset, and secretly hold hands?

Shake his head.

How can there be so many ifs.

Faint yellow sky.

Fortune has treated him well, so don't be greedy.

"Grandfather..."

Jade Ax Secret Realm.

It is the residence of Xu Hui, the fourth generation patriarch of Maoshan.

Right now Lord Damao is in charge of the Yin Division, cleaning up the officials, and he doesn't care about Maoshan.

Therefore, the ancestor Xu Hui took charge of Jurong and took charge of the fairy mansion.

to be frank.

This is also Zhang Heng's first visit to Jade Ax Secret Realm.

Contrary to what he imagined, there is no misty celestial light or celestial energy in the Jade Ax Secret Realm.

There is only an endless bamboo grove. Patriarch Xu Hui sits cross-legged in the center of the bamboo grove, leaning on it, with a purple bamboo behind him.

"Ok?"

Feel Zhang Heng's arrival.

Patriarch Xu Hui opened his eyes, half caring, half jokingly said: "You little monkey, just assigned you a fairy-level mine, and you didn't take care of it, why did you come to me again, didn't you come to fight the autumn wind again?" Bar?"

Well...

Zhang Heng was a little embarrassed.

Borrowing and repaying, it is not difficult to borrow again, borrowing something from the sect, how can it be regarded as an autumn breeze.

"Patriarch, I just had some good tea."

"This tea is called Enlightenment tea. It is said that it is picked from the ancient tree of Enlightenment. Although it is useless to you, the patriarch, the taste is not bad. It is the most refreshing drink for playing chess and fishing."

Zhang Heng happily took out a jade box, and then called the Xiaodao boy who accompanied the bamboo forest, and said: "Take the water from the high-quality fairy spring and make it. Remember not to make the tea too old."

"Yes, Master Zhang."

Xiao Daotong bowed and saluted, and went to make tea with tea leaves.

But Patriarch Xu Huang didn't accept this favor, instead he became suspicious and said: "Last time you cried poorly, saying that the immortals on Hengmiao Peak were going to starve to death, and borrowed an unmined celestial-level mine from the sect forcibly. , Even if you don’t get rid of anything, now you actually bring tea to see me, is this a bit too heavy a gift, or are you going to borrow something to go back?”

Zhang Heng was a little embarrassed.

But he is a newcomer, even though he is assigned to a Hengmiao Peak, he is also called the Patriarch, and he has a tile to cover his head.

But his patriarch is nothing but a half-dry shallow well at most.

There are no people under his command, no money if he wants money, and how can he live without drawing water from the big river.

"Tell me, what else do you want?"

Patriarch Xu Huang was also helpless.

When he ascended to the ascension back then, Mr. Damao had just cured Jurong. They had nothing but passion and worked hard to build this foundation.

It's fine now.