Drunk Immortal Gourd

More than a hundred years have passed, and I don’t know what the Kyushu Continent looks like today. The Blood Demon Sect should still be there, right? After all, the spiritual blood master is a Nascent Soul monk with a lifespan of thousands of years. No one on the Jiuzhou Continent can pose a threat to him. After so many years, the seven sects must have been completely subdued by the Blood Demon Sect, but not Do you know how those old friends in Qingfeng Hall are doing now?

Just when Qingyang was thinking wildly, he had arrived at the edge of the Jiuzhou Continent. Not far ahead, near the outer sea, was a large city of casual cultivators. Qingyang remembered that the name of this city was Ziyan City, and it was from here that he took the Wantong Pavilion. The spiritual ship left the Kyushu continent.

Considering that the current situation in Jiuzhou Continent is unknown, and it is not known to what extent the Blood Demon Sect has developed, Qingyang feels that it is better not to reveal his true cultivation level for the time being. I remember that there were not many high-level monks in the Jiuzhou Continent. Not to mention the Nascent Soul monks, there were only one or two hundred Jindan monks. They were all high-level people of various sects and were well-known figures. Their cultivation was too high. Unfavorable to the inconvenience, Qingyang used the Breath Condensation Technique to adjust his cultivation to the late stage of foundation building. Then he put away the wind-controlling gourd and dropped it to the ground, heading towards the Purple Smoke City in a swaggering manner.

His cultivation in the late stage of foundation building is not too conspicuous on the Jiuzhou Continent, but he is also a high-level monk in Ziyan City. All the monks he met on the road were respectful to him. When he arrived at the city gate, Qingyang casually threw the city entrance fee to him. Guards at the city gate, and then smoothly entered Ziyan City without stopping.

Ziyan City is still as lively as it was more than a hundred years ago, and even the layout of the city has not changed. It's just that things have changed, and the people now are definitely not the people they used to be.

There are many smart young people at the gate of the city. Whenever they see a foreign monk, they will take the initiative to step forward as a guide. They are all native monks of Ziyan City. Their cultivation is not high and they have no other way to make money. To collect spiritual stones, you can only work as a guide for others to earn some spiritual stones to support your family.

Seeing Qingyang's late-stage foundation-building cultivation revealed, many people hesitated. Only a young man who looked very thin bravely stepped forward to greet Qingyang, saluted Qingyang, and then said: "Senior, I'm here Wang Zaiyuan, you can call me Xiao Wang. I have lived in this Ziyan City since I was a child and am very familiar with the surrounding environment. I wonder if you, senior, need me as a guide? "

Listening to the other party's seemingly familiar words and looking at the other party's vaguely familiar appearance, Qingyang couldn't help but feel a little dazed, as the past seemed to be right in front of him. Wang Zaiyuan is really destined. Qingyang nodded, then looked at the other party and said: "Wang Chenggu, who are you?"

Wang Zaiyuan was very surprised and said: "Senior, do you recognize my great-grandfather?"

As long as a monk has not broken through the foundation building, his life span will not increase significantly. However, low-level monks like Wang Chenggu have not yet broken away from the category of mortals. It is considered good to live to be a hundred years old. For more than 110 years, ordinary people People can indeed reproduce for several generations. If Qingyang had not embarked on the path of cultivating immortals, he would have been dead for many years, and Xiping Temple has been passed down for several generations.

Qingyang said: "He was my guide when I came to Ziyan City more than a hundred years ago."

Even though he had known for a long time that Qingyang was a foundation-building monk, Wang Zaiyuan still couldn't help but take a breath. He met his great-grandfather more than a hundred years ago. He was an old man. He was worthy of being a foundation-building monk. After so many years, My great-grandfather has passed away a long time ago, but this man seems to be younger than himself.

When Wang Zaiyuan looked at Qingyang, he suddenly remembered something and said, "Could it be that you are Senior Qingyang?"

"Do you recognize me?" Qingyang asked in surprise.

Hearing Qingyang's admission, Wang Zaiyuan was immediately excited and said: "I don't recognize Senior Qingyang, but I didn't have an impression until I heard some things about my great-grandfather back then and heard the elders talk about his general appearance. My great-grandfather was just a The monk at the bottom of Ziyan City struggled to make ends meet by working as a guide for others, until he later met Senior Qingyang, who was generous. My great-grandfather became prosperous from then on, and gradually established a foothold in Ziyan City and had a small business. . It’s a pity that the Wang family didn’t have enough foundation, and my great-grandfather finally stopped in the late stage of Qi refining. After that, my grandfather and father’s qualifications were mediocre, and the Wang family gradually declined. In my generation, I had to work as a guide again. "

Late-stage Qi-refining monks are considered to be at the middle level in casual cultivating cities like Ziyan City. If Wang Chenggu can cross the threshold of a foundation-building monk, the Wang family may be able to develop into a medium-sized family, but it is a pity that Wang Chenggu cannot. Breakthrough, after his death the Wang family returned to their old ways.

The more than twenty spiritual stones that Qingyang casually rewarded back then were nothing to Qingyang, but to Wang Chenggu, who was at the lowest level and only had the cultivation level of opening the pulse, it was a great fortune. From then on, the Wang family As he gradually became successful, Wang Chenggu was grateful for Qingyang's kindness. He never forgot about this matter and hoped that one day he could thank Qingyang in person. But a hundred years have passed, Wang Chenggu has died, the Wang family has declined again, and Qingyang has never come back.

Since we are acquaintances, it should be more convenient to do things. Qingyang said: "Your great-grandfather did a good job. I am still deeply impressed. I came to Ziyan City this time to inquire about some information. If you provide it here, If the news satisfies me, I will not miss your reward, even if it restores the glory of your great-grandfather’s Wang family.”

Restore the glory of the Wang family? Hearing this, Wang Zaiyuan suddenly became short of breath. He didn't expect that what happened to his great-grandfather would also happen to him. The Wang family was also very wealthy at first. Both his great-grandfather and grandfather were qi-refining monks, and they were even willing to buy pulse-opening pills for his father. It was not until his great-grandfather and grandfather passed away one after another that the Wang family began to decline. His father exhausted all the family wealth and was unable to break through the qi-refining process. Later, He died in depression, leaving himself alone in the world, unable to earn a single spiritual stone for three to five months, suffering all the ups and downs of the world, and tasting all the ups and downs of life.

If he could restore the glory of the Wang family, he would be willing to pay more. Thinking of this, Wang Zaiyuan fell to his knees and said, "Thank you for your mercy, senior. No matter what senior wants to know, I will try my best to find out for you." , go through fire and water without hesitation.”

Qingyang waved his hand and said: "It doesn't need to be so serious. I don't need you, a small monk in the open pulse realm, to go through fire and water. I just want to understand some basic conditions of the immortal world in Jiuzhou Continent and tell you what you know. Let’s talk about the big and small, and I will decide whether it is useful or not.”

Listening to Qingyang's words, Wang Zaiyuan finally understood why he hadn't seen senior Qingyang for so many years. It turned out that he had gone to the outer sea. Whether it was for the sake of the spirit stone or the friendship back then, for Qingyang Wang Zaiyuan knew everything he wanted to know.