The Path to Immortality

"Really?"

Fang Ping looked at Dahei suspiciously and found that its aura and cultivation were indeed stronger than before, so he reluctantly nodded and rewarded it with a few of his favorite elixirs.

Immediately, Fang Pingcai, accompanied by two women, entered the house.

What surprised him slightly was that there were not no outsiders in the hospital.

Under his spiritual inspection, he found that there were at least a dozen servants, including chefs, servants, gardeners, maids, etc. You can still vaguely hear the musicians playing and the singers singing a cappella from the small garden in the inner courtyard. I don’t know if they paid for it, or if the two women paid their own spiritual stones to support the team.

In terms of ostentation and enjoyment, it can be said to be full.

When he saw two women accompanying Fang Ping, one on the left and one on the right, even though they had never seen him before, the maids and servants they met along the way probably realized that this was the male owner of the house.

While bowing respectfully, he could not help but secretly guess the true identity of this master.

"Senior, you're so tired from all the traveling, why don't you go to your room and take a nap first, or?"

Stepping into the inner courtyard, Liang Yinghua asked.

Fang Ping stopped temporarily at the intersection leading to the small garden, took a moment to look around, and asked knowingly: "It seems there are still guests in the house?"

The two women looked at each other, feeling a little guilty for no reason.

After a few breaths, Liang Yinghua still whispered: "There are a few Taoist friends I met in Liuhu Square, but they are all female cultivators."

Fang Ping said without comment, "Let's go over and have a look."

Soon, accompanied by two women, he walked into the back garden.

After all, this is a city where land is at a premium, so the area of ​​the back garden is not large. There are only a few flower fields, a small bridge and flowing water, and an exquisite pavilion.

At this moment, in the open space in front of the pavilion, several musicians were playing cheerful and bright music, while four singers and dancers were vigorously performing songs and dances with a Patriotic style.

Several cultivators ranging from the middle stage to the late stage of Qi training, and one can tell at a glance that they are monks who are practicing in the city. They are eating and drinking here, enjoying the singing and dancing, and making comments from time to time. The atmosphere is warm and happy. .

As for the two vacant seats above the main seat, as expected, they should be Liang Yinghua and Xiao Ruoyu.

Finally, the two women were not confused yet, they knew the taboos, and the monks they invited to accompany them were all female monks.

Seeing the two women coming in with a strange man, several casual cultivators who had been surprised by the two women's hurried departure couldn't help but stand up in embarrassment and asked: "Fellow Daoist Xiao, Fellow Daoist Liang, who is this fellow Taoist?" ?”

Fang Ping glanced at the several female cultivators and released a foundation-building aura.

The tyrannical pressure immediately changed the faces of several female cultivators. Not caring about being careless, he hurriedly got up from the couch and saluted.

One of the female cultivators, who seemed to have the best relationship with the two girls, quietly cast a questioning look.

The musicians who were playing and the singers and dancers were also forced to stop by the momentum and looked at this powerful immortal master in panic.

Liang Yinghua probably didn't expect Fang Ping to arrive at this time. With a little apology on her face, she said to several fellow Taoists she had met one after another after arriving in Fangshi: "This senior is me..."

Just as she started to speak, she was stopped by Fang Ping's wink.

Immediately, Fang Ping looked at the female casual cultivators from Liuhufang: "My friends, Liu has something to do today, how about you?"

"Senior, this junior happens to have something to do at home, so I'm leaving now!"

"Juniors happen to have something to leave. Fellow Daoist Liang and Fellow Daoist Xiao, let's meet again when we have time..."

How could a few casual cultivators dare to disobey the will of a foundation-building cultivator?

As soon as Fang Ping finished speaking, they wisely stood up and left.

Wu Quan glanced around with his peripheral vision, winked at the bewildered musicians and dancers, and then quietly exited the back garden on the pretext of seeing them off.

In the blink of an eye, there were only three people left in the back garden.

Fang Ping's eyes swept across the messy banquet with cups and plates, and landed on the two women who looked a little nervous. He sighed inwardly.

It can be seen that although the two women have gained great benefits from following him for more than ten years and have no shortage of various skills and resources, they have also suffered a lot of "hardships" on Lingbao Peak.

For monks who aspire to immortality and devote themselves to the Tao, this kind of stable cultivation without the need to run around and work hard for cultivation resources is a wonderland that they can never dream of.

Not only is it not bitter at all, but it is even willing to give everything in exchange.

But not everyone in this world is willing or able to endure such hardship.

Especially those monks with average qualifications and understanding.

For them, immortality is illusory and out of reach. It is better to enjoy themselves as early as possible to make this life worthwhile.

The two daughters Liang Yinghua and Xiao Ruoyu are somewhat similar to the latter.

On Lingbao Peak, they could not go out easily, so they had no choice but to practice hard.

It had only been half a year since I came out of town. Without Fang Ping as my master, I was now in the most prosperous and safe inner city of Fang City. I immediately changed my mentality and began to enjoy myself with a vengeance.

"This kind of character..."

Fang Ping secretly shook his head.

Even if you can barely build a foundation, I'm afraid you won't be able to go far in the future.

However, after all, she was just a maid, not a Taoist companion, so Fang Ping would not scold them too much or interfere with their thoughts.

When the life span is exhausted, fate will naturally give every monk the fairest ending.

He walked calmly past the singing stage set up by the musicians, walked into the pavilion, sat down casually, and took in the scenery in the small garden.

From being ordered to eliminate the Song family, a Jindan family, to fighting against the candidate demon of the Huanmo Sect, to receiving the bad news of the defeat of Yuanji Zhenren, to fleeing south, and experiencing the soul battle with "Guangjin".

It can be said that Fang Ping hardly had a real rest along the way.

In this place that can barely be said to be a foothold, he no longer concealed his fatigue, and temporarily relaxed and rested.

Foundation-building cultivators will also be tired.

Xiao Ruoyu and Liang Yinghua finally reacted. One of them took the initiative to make spiritual tea for Fang Ping, and arranged to send spiritual fruits and cakes. The other came behind Fang Ping considerately and gently pressed his shoulders.

After a while, as if she remembered something, she began to report to Fang Ping about her experience and troubles after arriving at Liuhufang, with the intention of asking for credit.

Fang Ping did not stop her and let her tell the story.

In general, there was nothing unexpected.

With the Yang family members accompanying him, Wu Quan, a disciple with perfect Qi training, protecting him, and a foundation-building spirit beast, if accidents can happen, then this world of cultivation is too dangerous. Without the Jindan cultivation, it is probably best not to go out.

As for the expenses, apart from renting a residential courtyard, the remaining expenses are still quite a lot, enough for ordinary Qi training late-stage cultivators to practice for several years with all their strength.

However, after arriving here, seeing the pomp of the two women, Fang Ping could probably imagine it, and was not surprised at all.

Amid the gentle words of the two women, Fang Ping narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was about to fall asleep.

Until the two women finished talking about their experiences in Liuhufang, Fang Ping slowly opened his mouth and said, "I asked you to come here to prepare a foothold just to be on the safe side. I didn't expect that after the return of Yuanji Zhenren, the Demon Lord could still defeat him..."