Cultivation: I can reincarnate in the heavens

Among the hibiscus trees.

A Golden Crow egg was quietly born within the innate law within it.

Its eggshell looks like it is made of gold, with bright divine patterns imprinted on it. Like the most solid thing in the world.

Xu Xing Shenhun tried to get close to the Golden Crow Egg. Unexpectedly, the Golden Crow Egg, which emitted this frightening light and was guarded by extremely powerful forbidden laws, did not prevent Xu Xing's soul from approaching.

The golden eggshell imprinted with divine patterns was like water, easily penetrated by Xu Xing.

In just a moment, after his soul felt a little uncomfortable, he completely took control of the life in this golden crow egg.

The hibiscus tree is him.

The life in the Golden Crow Egg is also him.

"I can practice both immortality and physical martial arts..."

After gaining a physical body, Xu Xinglue started to use his skills and instantly found the sense of Qi in the dark, attracting the innate essence from the surrounding Golden Crow eggs and pouring it into his body.

And pull the spiritual energy to gather outside the mulberry tree.

"It's just a pity that the innate source is still weak."

"That's right, Tao and fruit turn into causes. What is obtained is that higher 'essence', which is naturally not as good as the real innate creation in terms of quantity..."

Within a few days, under the operation of Xu Xing's Immortal Dao Kung Fu, the innate essence that gave birth to him in the Golden Crow Egg was plundered by him.

He cultivated very quickly and reached the late stage of Xiantian. He was only one step away from establishing the foundation of immortality.

"One life, two bodies..."

"This special existence also allows me to practice ghost and immortal skills and bathe in thunder and calamity."

"This is the creation of heaven and earth, it is extremely wonderful."

After arriving at Immortal Base, Xu Xing's soul was also nourished by his cultivation in the Immortal Way.

He solidified the [Shendian Body], and his soul cultivation instantly reached the level of Seven Tribulations Ghost Immortal.

The Ghost Immortals of the Seven Tribulations, the Ghost Immortals of the Eight Tribulations, and the Ghost Immortals of the Nine Tribulations all need to bathe in thunder tribulations and absorb the power of pure Yang.

Thereby purifying Yang Shen.

It can be said that the thunder disaster is both a disaster and a blessing for ghosts and immortals.

"After the seven tribulations of ghosts and immortals, you can refine your corpse and walk in the world."

"But there are many powerful people in Emperor Jin's world. Although I don't know why they are all mortals here, and the system is also biased towards the common people..."

"But this place is a treasure to me. I will wait until I reach the Yang Yang realm before I go out..."

Xu Xing can endure loneliness.

Blossom.

In the blink of an eye, more than fifty years have passed.

Although Wang Wenzhen is an official and has a unique status, the people in Shangjiang Village send people to clean the Wang family's old house every year.

But as time went by, Wang Wenzhen was gone forever, and this former humble house gradually became desolate and dilapidated, turning into a ruined ruin.

"Qiao Niang..."

On this day, a carriage stopped at the entrance of Shangjiang Village. An old man shakily stepped down from the carriage. He was helped by a strong servant to the door of the Wang family's old house.

"Back then I was farming and studying, you were weaving to support the family, your husband was singing and your wife was accompanying you..."

"It's a pity that I was unlucky, and I won the prize only on the fourth try."

"If I had been on the list for the first three times, you and I would still be a loving couple..."

Wang Wenzhen opened the rusty copper lock and walked into the former mansion.

He looked at the dilapidated and dusty spinning wheel in the house and burst into tears.

Fifty years have passed, and even if there is hatred in his heart, it has gradually disappeared.

"You ask me why I forgive my neighbors but not you..."

"Because kindness to neighbors is a kind of kindness. And you and I are husband and wife..., and the calculation hurts our feelings. You abandoned me and made me a laughing stock in the village. Which man in the world can't hate..."

Wang Wenzhen murmured to herself.

"Sir, I have already inquired about Madam's tomb."

At this time, the strong servant approached and bowed to Wang Wenzhen with a respectful attitude.

He saw that Wang Wenzhen's face seemed to be moved, so he added: "I have ordered the villagers to

Now go clear the weeds on the road... Sir, you can go there in a sedan..."

The reason why he was able to become the steward of the Wang Mansion in the capital was because he was a slave. It's because of his sharp eyesight.

"not see!"

Wang Wenzhen shook her head. He wiped away the remaining tears from the corners of his eyes and sneered: "I broke all ties with her back then and came to the old house to pay my respects. This is because I care about my love, not because I forgive her."

"Stupid village women, short-sighted, such people deserve to be alone for the rest of their lives..."

After the words fell, the villagers from Shangjiang Village who came after hearing the news stood at the door and immediately looked at each other.

They didn't expect that Wang Wenzhen would be so heartless. He even refused to go to the tomb to worship.

The steward hesitated to speak.

He thought what Wang Wenzhen said was angry. The servants of the Wang family all know that the master is a kind man, he does not beat or scold his slaves, his wages are higher than those in other houses, and he is rewarded in every season.

He is even more affectionate towards his wife in the capital. Because my wife likes to eat pear soup made from sweet pears from southern Sichuan, my husband writes to the incoming official in southern Sichuan every year and asks him to send a basket of high-quality pears.

"I have given her gold and silver to repay this kindness..."

Wang Wenzhen shook her head and talked to herself.

His hatred for Zhou Qiaoniang was gone in his heart. But the lack of hatred does not mean that Zhou Qiaoniang is forgiven.

Furthermore, if you go to worship Zhou Qiaoniang, it will inevitably make the old wife in the house sad.

"Clean up the courtyard..."

"I'll stay here for one night."

Wang Wenzhen ordered.

Seventy years is rare in life. At this age, he also knows that he doesn't have much left to live. So I went back to my old house once.

"Yes, sir."

Wang's official nodded and ordered the accompanying servants to start cleaning the old house.

Fallen leaves in the courtyard and clods of earth from collapsed walls were all cleared away.

Although many of the old things in the house are in decay, they can still be lived in after being tidied up.

"This mulberry tree was acquired three days after my late wife and I got married. Now it is as tall as a canopy..."

After cleaning, it was already sunset. Wang Wenzhen walked out of her humble home and saw that the only green and tall mulberry tree left in the courtyard could not help but be filled with emotion.

He lost his mother when he was young and his family was poor, so his biological father had been a widower and never remarried.

Although my father practiced writing, he failed in many attempts.

The biological father passed away early...

He served in mourning for several years, cutting firewood to support his family. At the age of seventeen, he was arranged by a matchmaker to marry Zhou Qiaoniang as his first wife.

Zhou Qiaoniang was a well-known virtuous girl from all over the country. After marrying him, she asked him to transplant a mulberry tree on the mountain so that she could raise silkworms and weave cloth for him to study...

Stop outside the house.

Soon, old scenes from the past appeared before Wang Wenzhen's eyes.

Qiao Niang was picking mulberries, and he was reading under the eaves. The two looked at each other and smiled.

"That's all, that's all..."

"The past is past."

Wang Wenzhen shook her head and sighed.

He stroked the mulberry tree gently and was startled when he saw the mottled moonlight shining through the canopy of the tree on his robe. Looking up, I realized that the night was already dark.

This stop lasted several hours from afternoon to evening.

"Master, it's time to rest."

The housekeeper approached and put a robe on Wang Wenzhen's shoulders.

The moonlight was like a gauze, pouring into the Wang family's old house, illuminating everything silvery.

There is a mulberry tree with deep roots and lush leaves in the corner, and a scholar in green robe steps out from the crown. He was like an illusory soul, but under the moonlight, he appeared extremely solid.

"Listen to what these Wang family servants and neighbors say, Wang Wenzhen is now a high official. I should ask him some news about this place..."

Xu Xing's spirit came out of his shell and wandered towards the inner room where Wang Wenzhen rested.

He had explored the world of Emperor Jin in his previous life. I know that although Emperor Jin’s world is separated by immortals and mortals, he has not yet reached the level of immortals and mortals in Fengxi Kingdom.

A situation of non-interference...

If immortals and mortals influence each other, no matter how remote and remote this place is, it is impossible that there will be so few legends about immortals.

These are all irrelevant remarks based on rumors.

Furthermore, Emperor Jin’s world has the inheritance of Qi and Blood Martial Arts. Ordinary people can also practice. It's not like he raised his eyes and saw all ordinary people.

In the courtyard, a dozen strong men in blue were patrolling with long knives on their waists and lanterns, but they could not detect Xu Xing's traces.

"Wang Wenzhen..."

"I ask you, where is this place? Are there warriors, ghosts and immortals in the capital?"

Xu Xing waved his sleeves and robe, and first set up a soundproof array in the inner room to block the perception of the patrolling servants from the outside. Then he cast the ecstasy spell and asked Wang Wenzhen.

Given his level of cultivation, it would actually be faster to use the Soul Searching Technique.

But he is not a demonic cultivator who is easy to kill.

Sixty years ago, Wang Wenzhen moved him from the mountain to the Wang family. Although this move was unintentional and he also collected his mulberry leaves..., but he was moved to this place with spiritual veins, which can be regarded as an inheritance of Wang Wenzhen's kindness...

It's okay if you don't repay him.

If he does harm to others..., then all his years of cultivation will be in vain.

"There are warriors who can fly over eaves and walls, and fight one against ten, but... there are no Qi and blood warriors that the immortals talk about..."

"As for the ghost fairy, Wang has never heard of it."

Wang Wenzhen stood up unsteadily and saluted the "immortal" Xu Xing.

Although his mind was confused at the moment, he still had the most basic thoughts.

"Warrior? The ghost immortal is gone?"

Xu Xing frowned.

Shangjiang Village is a remote place, so it's okay if you don't know about extraordinary powers.

However, the territory of the Dali Dynasty where Wang Wenzhen belonged was four or five times the size of the Fengxi Kingdom under his rule, so it was not considered a small country. How is it possible that there are no warriors or ghosts and immortals in the territory?

In addition, Wang Wenzhen's official position is not too low. Although he is begging for his resignation now, when he was in office, he was still a third-rank minister of the Ministry of Industry...

"Wang may have some guesses about what the Immortal Chief said. Historical records show that thousands of years ago, there was a great change in Li Dynasty, which was a natural disaster."

Wang Wenzhen recounted his experiences.

He was also considered an important member of the civil service in the Dali Dynasty. When historians compile history, they cannot avoid the influence of these six departments. In addition to providing historical materials from various departments, it is also necessary to make additions and check for gaps in the historical manuscripts.

"Four thousand one hundred and thirty years ago, on that day a meteorite carrying heavenly fire descended on Li Dynasty, causing a catastrophe. More than half of the capital was burned, and tens of thousands of people were killed or injured..."

"And this fire was difficult to extinguish. It burned countless rivers, and Li Chao turned into a piece of red earth..."

"Fortunately, the world was saved by an immortal. He held a three-legged round bronze cauldron, put the falling star into the cauldron, and extinguished the heavenly fire."

"But this record is too ridiculous."

"Wang ordered the historian to delete this record so as not to confuse the world."

Wang Wenzhen stroked three strands of her beard and said.

This was something he was quite proud of. He argued with the Confucian scholars at court meetings and forced the historians to delete this record.

After all, Zi is silent and has strange power and chaos.

Such absurd and bizarre stories recorded in history books are misleading to future generations.

"Immortal..."

"Three-legged round tripod..."

Xu Xing pondered.

He speculated that this natural disaster might be the reason that prompted the Dali Dynasty to lose its extraordinary power.

"However... after the natural disaster, even if the warriors and ghosts and immortals die cleanly, the inheritance will not be cut off. There will not be even one warrior or ghost immortal, unless... there is something wrong with the spiritual energy. This is a place of absolute spirituality..."

He had this bold guess in his mind. And I feel more and more that this guess should be fact.

When he was in the blood world, he and the top monks killed by Chu King Li Hong were almost dead. But when he left the blood world and went to the Jin Emperor world, some masters still grew up.

After all, the soil is there, even if it grows weeds and heresy, it will eventually

Something grows….

Unless it’s a magical place!

"Then...the Wang family's spiritual veins..."

Xu Xingfa looked at the spiritual veins underground and combed along the energy of the spiritual veins.

Not long after, he noticed something strange.

This Qi vein extends downward from the green hills near Shangjiang Village. The further you get into the mountains and forests, the more Qi veins there are. At the foot of the mountain, Qi pulse is almost nonexistent.

It's just that here in the Wang family, some great luck happened. Several Qi veins converged and pulled the spiritual power, forming a small spiritual vein here.

Qi pulse is not equal to spiritual pulse. The Qi pulse pulls the spiritual machine, and at the intersection of the Qi pulse, a spiritual vein will be born by chance.

"The immortals are in the mountains, not ordinary people. These mountains hide the last inheritance of this place..."

Xu Xing instantly made a guess.

"Are there more records about the immortal who held the cauldron to save the world?"

He asked Wang Wenzhen again.

If nothing unexpected happens, the gathering of spiritual veins in these mountains is inseparable from that natural disaster.

"Yes, there are records..."

Wang Wenzhen thought hard about her memory, "It is said that the Wuyi Mountains were created by this immortal using a bronze tripod. Back then, there were no such huge mountains. This place was called Xinglong Mansion..."

"Four thousand years..."

Xu Xing looked through the door and window and fell on the Wuyi Mountains.

No matter how you look at it, this mountain range does not look like it was formed in just over 4,000 years.

Four thousand years, although it is a long time, it is not yet a time of great changes. Unless, that immortal has supreme magic power.

The more absurd it is, the closer it is to the truth.

Although Xu Xing didn't quite believe in the immortal's legacy of the cauldron. But deep down in my heart, I didn’t reject the possibility of this matter.

"At the court meeting, Liu Shiguan once said that some sages saw a portrait in a cave in the Wuyi Mountains. It was a mural that recorded the natural disaster..."

"It's just that Liu Shiguan doesn't know where the cave is. It's just nonsense."

Wang Wenzhen added.

"Cave paintings..."

Xu Xing plans to explore the mountain in the future and find out the truth.

When he parted with Shi Yuyan in his previous life, he also learned about some of the forces in Emperor Jin's world from Shi Yuyan.

The world of Emperor Jin is generally ruled by various divine palaces. For example, the Black Mountain Sect in Yinshui County is affiliated with the Shenshousi family. The Shenmu Si family is also a force in the Qiming Divine Mansion.

Leaving the dynasty and not being ruled by the gods is a very strange thing.

"No need to think about it anymore..."

Xu Xing saw that Wang Wenzhen had been thinking for a long time without saying a word, and he knew in his heart that this was probably all Wang Wenzhen knew.

So he waved his sleeves and released the ecstasy spell cast on Wang Wenzhen. He separated out a thought of his own, turned it into pure soul power, and sent it to Wang Wenzhen's Niwan Palace.

With the nourishment of this pure thought, Wang Wenzhen could live at least ten or twenty years longer.

After doing this.

Xu Xing passed through the wall without any hindrance, returned to the mulberry tree, and continued to practice hard in seclusion.

After more than fifty years of practice, he has reached the late stage of the Alchemy Talisman Realm, and is only one step away from the Yang Yang Realm.

"It seems...someone is looking for me? Is it a dream? It should be a nightmare."

"Getting older……"

Wang Wenzhen, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly woke up on the bed. When he touched his forehead, he saw a lot of cold sweat on his forehead, thinking that he had had another nightmare.

He didn't know that the soul of the mulberry tree in the courtyard came to him once.

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