Absolute control over the start, I will develop my own immortality

Although the guard mission is relatively leisurely, it is indeed the type that cannot be left without permission.

It would have been fine before the war started. Master Yunshen also had guarding duties before, but Zhou Ming was preparing to go out to practice and look for opportunities to break through the golden elixir, so he came back once and gave the Miyun Banner to Zhou Ming.

But now the war has begun. Any guard point may be related to the sect's plan, so naturally it cannot be tampered with.

Moreover, the Sancai Pond that Zhou Ming was guarding this time was unusual. It was originally the territory of the Demon Clan, but it was only conquered in the past few decades.

A tribe of demons who were forced to leave here are always thinking of ways to take back this place.

At the same time, Sancaitan is not far from the front line, so it is guarded here and also responsible for assistance.

Although Tianyun Mountain is countless times better than facing the monster army directly, it is still not possible to leave at will.

Now that Zhou Ming is gone, Sima Zhishu will not have such a long lifespan. I am afraid that Sima Zhishu will die at the end of his life thirty years later.

This meeting may be the last time the two of them meet.

Zhou Ming specially came here before the mission started, and it was also because of this.

Sima Zhishu understood what Zhou Ming meant, and his expression suddenly turned gray.

As two brothers, he has always known that there are some differences between himself and his eldest brother.

I am just building the foundation, and my elder brother is already building the golden elixir.

But after living for so many years, he has already let go.

But when this time comes, I still feel sad in my heart.

Build the foundation.

Golden elixir.

The difference is not only in strength, but also in longevity!

He is already very old and his life is short.

The eldest brother is still young and strong, in his prime.

After a while, he seemed to be drained of all his strength, and the hand on Xiao Hei's head became a little weak.

He smiled bitterly and said: "I understand, brother... In the past, I always went to Ruyifeng to find you, please come and entertain me. This time, let me entertain you.

By the way, you haven’t met my family much yet…”

He cooked a meal...of course he didn't cook it himself, but asked his servants to cook it, and then he had a good meal with Zhou Ming and Xiao Hei.

After the meal, he called his family over to meet Zhou Ming.

His wife is another Zhuji in the sect, and he also has five concubines who were sent by other families to form a marriage alliance.

There are a total of eighteen children, but only three of them have spiritual roots. According to the rules, those without spiritual roots will be sent to live elsewhere when they reach adulthood.

Only the three people with spiritual roots will always stay with their parents and stay in the Sima family.

Among them, the eldest is the oldest, but his qualifications are not good. He is only at the eighth level of Qi refining, but he is already over seventy years old.

Judging from his appearance, he is not much different from his father.

These three children also have their own families, with dozens of grandchildren, the oldest of whom is already over thirty.

"This is my little grandson. Wenqiu, please call me uncle."

"Uncle..."

Sima Wenqiu was only five years old and looked timidly at the stranger in front of him.

Although he is young, he has the best qualifications and has high-grade spiritual roots. Unfortunately, it is not the thunder spirit root, but the water spirit root. Otherwise, with the Sima family's background and the status of Master Yun Shen and Zhou Ming, he will be a qi practitioner in the future. True biography is also possible.

"Big brother..."

Sima Zhishu called his whole family over. On the one hand, he really wanted Zhou Ming to meet him. On the other hand, he wanted his grandson to become familiar with Zhou Ming.

Because he has the best qualifications and is most likely to succeed in the future.

Zhou Ming naturally understood what he meant. He took out a piece of material and with a burst of lightning in his hand, he refined the material into a token with the image of a mountain engraved on it.

It is Ruyi Peak.

Next to it is a simple drawing of a dragon and a tiger.

It's just big black.

"In the future, if you or your descendants come to me with this token, you can get a copy of the elixir."

Zhou Ming didn't say anything like 'doing something within his power', but directly set the condition as a pill-forming elixir.

Fixed conditions can prevent these guys from causing trouble to themselves in the future when they become stronger and stronger.

At the same time, users of elixir-forming elixirs must be in the late stage of the golden elixir, and may have the existence of elixir-forming elixirs.

With this person, one can live for two hundred years and revitalize the family.

If the elixir can be formed successfully, you will live for five hundred years and your family will be prosperous.

With this condition, we can avoid the appearance of useless descendants in future generations, who dare to come to him to make demands during the Qi refining period and waste tokens.

"Take it!"

Zhou Ming did not give the token to Sima Wenqiu, but gave it to Sima Zhishu.

"Thank you, brother!"

Sima Zhishu thanked him repeatedly.

It changed hands, but was still given to Sima Wenqiu.

Zhou Ming didn't care.

Half a day later, a ray of light flew into the sky.

Zhou Ming stepped on the dark clouds, surrounded by dragons and tigers.

He reached out and touched Xiao Hei's head, looked down, and couldn't help but sigh.

"There will be one less familiar face in this world..."

Life, separation and death, all these things, as long as you live long enough, you will always meet them.

In the next hundred years, Elder Sun, who was powerful but very kind to his descendants, would probably die.

In fact, Elder Sun has already lived for five hundred years, but he has made great contributions to the sect. The sect also has methods and medicines to extend life, and rewards him with life-extending medicine, so that he is still full of energy to this day.

However, this also has a limit.

After all, he is a golden elixir monk, and if he can live another hundred or two hundred years, that will be his limit.

If hundreds of years go by, Master Yun Shen will also die.

Life span is so cruel, it strangles everyone's throat, making it impossible to escape.

Even though these monsters under him can live longer than monks of the same level, it is only a few thousand years.

And his current life span has exceeded one hundred thousand years.

He didn't even want to calculate how long he could live.

In the years to come, he will experience more and more things like this.

The little black tiger shed tears.

He felt this kind of thing more deeply than Zhou Ming.

After all, Zhou Ming has never had a life-span crisis.

And before he was transplanted with blood decades ago, his own cultivation progress was extremely slow and his lifespan was limited.

Zhou Ming has been away for ten years. When he left, he was still very energetic. When he came back, he was already a bit old.

If Zhou Ming had not transplanted the bloodline of King Tianhu to him later, I am afraid that he would have died of exhaustion of lifespan decades ago.

Now, the emotions of the past, the fear of death, suddenly came back to him. When he thought about the past, a sadness inevitably covered his soul, making him unable to hold back tears.

In comparison, Dahei on the other side is completely different.

When he was in front of Sima Zhishu, he was indeed a little sad.

But after leaving, he quickly changed his mentality.

It's like before again.

I don't know if he really has a good attitude or if he is completely heartless.

But no matter what kind of mood they were in, as the dark clouds under Zhou Ming's feet started to turn into a bolt of lightning and fled away, all this would be suppressed in their hearts. It would take who knows how many years to turn into memories and turn into their mouths. A sigh.