I Am Evergreen In the World of Cultivating Immortals

A few months later.

A strange story came from the Daqing Central Region.

The Bishui Fairy of the Bishan Sect had her foundation damaged sixty years ago and was disfigured by the life and death thunder of the [Thunder Wood Stake]. Because it was delayed for a long time, she later asked the Medicine King to help, but her beauty and permanent damage to her body were not completely restored.

However, not long ago, a strange man came to the door and it is said that he restored the beauty of the Bishui Fairy and her foundation of the body was also completely restored.

In the Daqing land, there are actually cultivators whose medical skills are better than the Medicine King? This matter has not been confirmed, which makes many cultivators incredible or half-believing.

The high-level leaders of the Xuanmen boss speculated that after a lapse of sixty years, Qingmu Zhenjun had secretly returned?

...

Qixingguan.

The master of the Mi Temple, holding a whisk in his hand and wearing a black Taoist robe, sat quietly on the observatory.

Observing the celestial phenomena at night and spying on the secrets of heaven.

The rumors of the Bishan Sect made the master of the Mi Temple feel very strange.

Could it be that Qingmu Zhenjun really came back?

Besides him, who else is capable and willing to treat that Junior Sister Tian?

Master Mi had already made up his mind that Qingmu Zhenjun would not be able to come back within a hundred years. Facing Lu Changqing, he had no chance of turning the tables.

Driven by curiosity, Master Mi calculated the origin of that strange man.

He expected that even if the strange man's medical heart was aware of others' calculations, it would not be too risky.

With the help of the Seven Star Plate and the Stargazing Tower, his divination ability was greatly improved, reaching the level of the fourth-level middle grade or above.

Until a certain moment.

Master Mi, who was divination and stargazing, spied a huge shadow in the gap of the Tianji mist, and a rotten and ominous breath came.

"Not good-"

Master Qixing was shocked and quickly withdrew the power of divination.

Boom!

That rotten and ominous breath, in accordance with the cause and effect, turned into a terrifying and invisible backlash of Tianji, which severely hit Master Mi's original intention.

Crack!

The Seven Star Plate, the treasure of the town, had a crack, and the light dimmed and fell.

"It was him..."

Master Mi was bitter, his face was pale, and his eyes were bleeding, like a ghost zombie.

"Master!"

"Master..."

The abnormality on the observatory alarmed several Taoists in the Seven Stars.

These Taoists were at least third-level top-grade fortune-telling masters, and each of them was a highly respected master.

Several Taoists looked at Master Mi and their faces changed drastically.

Master Mi's old eyes, which could see through the secrets of heaven, completely lost their light, and he sat motionless with a bleak and lifeless look.

"After the master passes away, you..."

An old and difficult voice sounded, and Master Mi began to arrange his funeral and left a will.

In less than a cup of tea, Master Mi passed away.

Before his death, several Taoists in the Seven Stars asked the reason, but Master Mi did not say a word.

...

The strange stories of the Bishan Sect were only spread by the small Taoists in the Central Region.

An elder in ancient robes with his hair tied up with a bamboo hairpin stepped into the territory of the Daqing East Region.

The elder was dressed simply, clean and tidy, with a style of a great scholar who had experienced the vicissitudes of time and washed away the glitz. His calm and restrained eyes seemed to be able to see through the essence of all things in the world.

"Too fast! A fourth-level divination master, with sharp intuition and many heavenly secrets and rare objects..."

Yan Donglai sighed.

He was familiar with the inter-state teleportation arrays, space cracks, space nodes, etc. in various parts of the Tianheng Continent.

He thought that the speed of rushing here was extremely fast, and the contemporary God-transforming Heavenly Lord might not be able to do it.

Unexpectedly, after the death of Qingmu Zhenjun, the kid ran away without hesitation.

It was too fast and too decisive!

Before this, Yan Donglai did not know that Qingmu Zhenjun's body was in Lu Changan's hands.

Qingmu Zhenjun always thought that there was a fourth-level divination master behind Lu Changan, which caused the information to be misjudged.

Yan Donglai knew the result as soon as he stepped into the Daqing East Region.

Lu Changqing's aura of human destiny disappeared from the Daqing land, and it was suspected that he went to a distant and unknown land.

Yan Donglai did not stop his steps, but showed interest and expectation.

That kid once pretended to be his identity, and under certain causal connections, he was able to make him miscalculate and come up empty-handed.

For many years, I haven't seen such an interesting junior.

Passing through the battlefield of the magic path in the East Region, the Seven Nations Alliance, and the Black Mist Mountains.

No cultivator noticed this ancient cultivator.

Yan Donglai had no interest or attention in the war of eastward expansion of the six sects of the magic path, and only glanced at the depths of the Black Mist Mountains.

Until he came to the Jinyun Valley of Liang State, Yan Donglai said "Huh" lightly and finally stopped.

...

Jinyun Valley, the forbidden area in the back mountain.

In the refining room, Zhang Tianfeng was tempering and forging a piece of meteorite material to extract the essence of the sky.

After a long time, he sacrificed the remnant spirit treasure that he had been holding for many years, the black metal stick.

Zhang Tianfeng was looking forward to melting the essence of meteorite into the metal stick.

Suddenly, the metal stick in his hand trembled slightly.

"Senior Spirit?"

Zhang Tianfeng did not dare to ignore it.

The reason why the spiritual treasure is a spiritual treasure is because it is spiritual. Whenever there is a reaction, it may be sensing an opportunity or giving a warning.

"Iron..."

The spiritual treasure spirit in the metal stick was about to speak but stopped.

On the roof, Yan Donglai stood with his hands behind his back, and there was only a ceiling between him and Zhang Tianfeng.

Zhang Tianfeng was unaware and did not understand.

"The Hunyuan Golden Stick... Ouyang Zi..."

Looking at the broken metal stick, Yan Donglai had a complicated expression and showed nostalgia.

"Old friend Ouyang, after thousands of years, I can see you become a masterpiece of a fifth-level weapon refiner."

The legendary monk was in a trance and fell into a brief memory in an instant.

A long-lost warmth appeared on his face.

Ouyang Zi, his best friend, was a great weapon refiner of that era ten thousand years ago!

Yan Donglai admitted that he initially took the initiative to make friends with the old man with a weird and irritable temper in order to steal his unique weapon refinement technique.

His skills and talents were mediocre, not as good as those genius craftsmen who amazed the times.

Ouyang Zi's overnight enlightenment surpassed his hundred years of research.

He could only use the dumbest method and rely on endless years to achieve legend.

After hundreds of years, he was recognized by Ouyang Zi.

The two became close friends, with similar interests and no one to talk about.

At that time, his Taoist name was Changqing.

When Ouyang Zi was alive, he taught him the method of weapon refinement, which benefited him a lot and made rapid progress.

However, the unique weapon refinement inheritance of the old man Ouyang had been hidden and refused to pass it on to outsiders.

Yan Donglai did not force it, and waited until Ouyang Zi's life was over and he was old. He watched Ouyang Zi's disciples fight for the inheritance and turn against each other.

Before Ouyang Zi died, he stayed by his side and buried him personally.

As a close friend, he received a wine gourd from Ouyang Zi before his death, which could not even be called a magic weapon.

Afterwards, he found that the wine gourd had a secret, and it contained Ouyang Zi's last words to him.

"Old friend Changqing, hundreds of years have passed, how could I not know what you want? Whether it is true or false, you can tolerate my temper. For half of my life, Ouyang Zi has recognized you as a close friend!"

In Ouyang Zi's last words, the unique weapon refining inheritance was recorded, including the insights of his lifelong weapon refining experience.

Ouyang Zi's unique weapon refining inheritance was not given to his disciples or descendants of his bloodline, but only to him, an outsider.

Yan Donglai's long-cherished wish was fulfilled, and his heart could not calm down for a long time.

Hundreds of years of friendship, drinking and talking, once went to Zhongzhou Red Tower together, and commented on the top fairy... Unconsciously, he almost forgot his original purpose.

Ten, a hundred, or a thousand years later, whenever Yan Donglai thought of him, he would go to Ouyangzi's grave to talk and pour out a jar of strong liquor that he loved when he was alive.

Yan Donglai secretly helped Ouyangzi's descendants many times.

He even selected a person with outstanding qualifications from among his outstanding bloodline descendants, returned the unique inheritance, and added some of his own insights.

Unfortunately, among Ouyangzi's descendants, only the fourth-level weapon refiners were born at most, and no one could reach the fifth level.

Qualification is one aspect, but more importantly, the fifth-level heaven and earth treasures are almost extinct, and it is difficult to practice. The rare fifth-level spiritual herbs and treasures in the human world are basically monopolized by those ancient holy places.

Later, thousands of years, tens of thousands of years, he met many Taoist friends in the world of immortal cultivation, but he never met a close friend like Ouyangzi, who could open his heart and talk about everything.

"Ouyang Zi..."

Dust-covered memories came, Yan Donglai sighed, his eyes were sad and moist, living in this era, he felt unprecedented loneliness.

A Yuanying great cultivator who does not belong to this era.

Perhaps, the Lu Changqing who he has never met can really understand him in historical books.

…

"This senior..."

Zhang Tianfeng finally found the ancient cultivator on the roof, raised his head, and said carefully.

He was terrified that he could come to the forbidden area of ​​Jinyun Valley without disturbing any cultivators. Such magical powers are really beyond common sense.

Even the late Yuanying in the world can hardly do this.

"Spiritual treasures are not tempered and repaired like this, the method is too rough!"

Yan Donglai raised his palm with an expression like a strict teacher.

Swoosh!

The metal stick in front of Zhang Tianfeng flew out of control into Yan Donglai's hand.

"What is your original name?"

Yan Donglai held the metal stick in his hand, and a ball of five-colored spiritual flames rose from his palm, and the obscure spiritual formula jumped, wrapping the remnant spiritual treasure.

"My original name is Zhang Tieshan."

Zhang Tianfeng replied respectfully.

"Zhang Tieshan?"

Yan Donglai read the three words lightly, and the word "Tie" was read a little more heavily.

"What is your relationship with Lu Changqing?"

"Lu Changqing is my good friend."

Zhang Tianfeng did not dare to hide it, and vaguely guessed the identity of this person.

"How is your friendship?"

The mysterious and complex spiritual formula of Yan Donglai's weapon refining made Zhang Tianfeng amazed.

"Very good."

Zhang Tianfeng gritted his teeth resolutely and did not deny the relationship.

He knew that it was impossible to hide such news from the other party.

After answering, Zhang Tianfeng was uneasy, but he saw that Yan Donglai had no hostility, and there was a hint of appreciation in his eyes.

"Okay."

After a moment, Yan Donglai threw the metal stick back after being tempered and repaired.

"Thank you, senior."

Zhang Tianfeng took the broken spiritual treasure again and breathed a sigh of relief.

The metal stick in his hand was smaller, and the luster and lines were more precise. Its quality was obviously improved, and many impurities were removed.

What was even more surprising was that the spirit of the weapon fed back a new piece of information:

In addition to the refining and repairing methods related to this treasure, there is also a matching "Tongbao Jue".

With the matching "Tongbao Jue", it is easier for low-level cultivators to control spiritual treasures, and they can use it to track and sense the location of other spiritual treasure fragments.

Zhang Tianfeng was overjoyed and raised his head to thank again.

But Yan Donglai on the roof had disappeared.

…

"Ouyang Tie...Zhang Tieshan..."

"No wonder the most spiritual remnant of this treasure fell into the hands of a mortal blacksmith like him."

Yan Donglai appeared above the clouds, and after a little calculation, he was slightly moved.

It turned out that Ouyang Zi's name before he became an immortal also had the word "iron".

Zhang Tieshan should be the reincarnation of Ouyang Zi after several generations. He was born as a blacksmith and has outstanding talent for refining.

After several reincarnations, he was able to inherit some talent for refining and meet [Hunyuan Golden Stick] again. It was also due to fate.

If so, it was not enough to move Yan Donglai.

Zhang Tieshan's best friend in this life is also called Changqing!

How similar is this to his relationship with Ouyang Zi thousands of years ago?

"Changqing Zhenjun... Could it be destined by fate."

Yan Donglai pondered deeply.

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Combined with previous calculations, he became more and more certain that Changqing Zhenjun's potential luck far exceeded Qingmu Zhenjun.

At this moment, he got more information and further calculated, touching on Lu Changqing's fate.

As a result, facing unprecedented resistance, his fate has countless possibilities and no fixed number.

Yan Donglai was surprised and expected, and came to the sky above Fengguo and Aoyue Palace again.

He looked at Xia Wenyue, who looked like an ice lotus fairy, from afar.

"Such an innate Taoist body must have had a great ice-related magical power in his ancestors."

Yan Donglai observed her beauty and temperament, revealing his appreciation for beautiful things.

His eyes were pure, he looked from afar without getting close to her and did not blaspheme, and he was graceful, and soon flew away with the wind.

...

Half a day later.

Yan Donglai's last stop in the East Region was Fengyuan Country in the center of the boundless desert.

Glancing at the direction of the Snow Mountain Holy Land, Yan Donglai seemed to be thinking.

The reason why there is a precious land there is because there was a great battle of transformation a long time ago, which affected the geographical environment.

"Heyuan Oasis... Xuanyin Pavilion..."

Yan Donglai followed the traces of Lu Chang'an, who had once formed a pill, and came to the territory of the Outer Sect Alliance.

He did not go to Xuanyin Pavilion, but to a Miaoyin Building under its umbrella, and paid a large price to listen to the ancient music played by a fake female cultivator.

"The fairy's ancient song "Rainbow Feathered Coat" is played with great skill. However, there are a few places that are quite different from the score I know..."

After appreciating and praising, Yan Donglai tactfully proposed corrections.

After listening to the instructions, the fake Dan female zither player humbly asked for advice and was amazed by her beauty.

After a discussion on zither art, the female zither player was impressed by her profound knowledge and conversation.

Even though she was older, her teacher-like elegance made her fall in love with her.

In the end, Yan Donglai did not accept the female zither player's suggestion of "listening to the music late at night", left a few lost ancient songs as a reward, and left again.

Flying out of the boundless desert, Yan Donglai was in a good mood, with a warm smile on his face.

"Xu Xuan... Lu Chang'an... I finally caught the fox's tail!"

"This kid doesn't have the corresponding wood-type spiritual roots and Taoist body, but he can practice Changqing Gong, as expected."

During this trip to the East Region, Yan Donglai finally found an important clue!

…

Tianheng Continent, the abyss far away from the sea.

The forbidden land of the Central Region, the ancient battlefield, the depths of the Ten Thousand Demons Valley.

In a dark cave, the void was faintly twisted, and a few spatial fluctuations emerged.

Buzz!

On the ancient array similar to the altar, a twisted deep blue light gate appeared, and the spiritual pattern fluctuations of the space water array appeared around it.

Lu Changan appeared on the array platform and landed steadily, no longer embarrassed as before.

He subconsciously touched the intact hair on his head.

Maybe he was experienced and well prepared. This time he shuttled through the space channel and endured the compression and distortion caused by the disorder of space, but his robes were slightly damaged.

Unlike the last time he came here, he left a bald hairstyle, which greatly reduced his charm and temperament.

"Master."

"Friend Lu."

Di Yanjun and Wei Kuishi, who arrived first, were waiting beside the array platform.

Lu Changan nodded and looked at the dark cave where the main array of Tinghai Pavilion was located.

The teleportation array connecting the two places has a primary and secondary division, with Dayuan's side being the primary one.

Lu Changan blew up the secondary array on Daqing's side, and then controlled the array flag to close the main array on this side.

If the luck is too bad, the space node on Daqing's side is discovered, and it is unknown how many space treasures will be used to repair the array.

Even if it is repaired with great difficulty, the main array on this side is closed, and the other side cannot start the shuttle.

After confirming that there is no abnormality in the surrounding area, Lu Changan, Di Yanjun, and Xuanshuijun began to regulate their breathing and practice meditation, first clearing the foreign aura on their bodies.

People are nurtured by the local water and soil. If you stay in Daqing for a long time, you will be a Daqing cultivator. Suddenly crossing the state border, you need to integrate into the new place again.

…

It takes two or three months to clear the foreign aura and integrate into the local area.

Lu Changan took the opportunity to calculate whether he left any hidden dangers after leaving Dayuan that year.

In the years before leaving Dayuan, Xiang Dalong and Jing Wufeng were quite famous as the "two dragons of the central region", and it was inevitable that they would make enemies and leave troubles.

Especially the battle between the Seven True Lords, which shocked the Central Region.

Soon, Lu Changan caught a trace of the cause and effect in the dark.

"It's really haunting!"

Lu Changan's face was gloomy, and he deduced the potential threat.

The source of the threat was related to "Mingshui True Lord" and "Hei Ze Sect", one of the sixteen sects in Zhenhai.

Mingshui True Lord was a cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul. In the battle between the Seven True Lords, Lu Changan designed to target this woman, and teamed up with Jing Wufeng to seriously injure and defeat her.

In that battle, Jing Wufeng used the pseudo-spiritual treasure [Splitting Sky Axe] to kill the body of Mingshui True Lord.

Lu Changan's [Nail Head Arrow] also injured the soul of this woman.

Unfortunately, at that time, the cultivation and supernatural powers were not mature, and finally Mingshui True Lord's Nascent Soul escaped.

"Ming Shui Zhenjun rebuilt his legal body and recovered his magic power, but learned a hard lesson. This woman knew that she could not dig out the clues and secrets of the 'Tinghai Pavilion' with her own abilities, so she informed the 'Black Ze Sect' of the first cultivator at the peak of the mid-Nascent Soul stage ”

Lu Changan deduced that after he returned to Daqing that year, True Lord Mingshui gathered the Nascent Soul monks from the Blackwater Sect and came to the Central Territory to investigate.

They even sent out tracking masters to look for possible space formations.

Fortunately, the place where the teleportation formation is located is secret, and the former Shenhua Sect "Tinghai Pavilion" set up a cover-up formation. Several Nascent Souls of the Blackwater Sect searched for many years, but no clues were found.

Now that a hundred years have passed, the two dragons in the Central Domain have lost their traces and have been forgotten by most monks.

The other Nascent Souls of the Kurosawa Sect have long lost interest and patience in this matter.

True Lord Ming Shui did not give up.

This is not only the clues related to Tinghai Pavilion, but also the revenge for murder and the revenge for treasure.

She was certain that Jing Wufeng or Xiang Dalong were most likely monks from the outer realm, and they first appeared out of thin air in the forbidden area of ​​the central realm.

"If I show up in the Central Territory again, I will definitely attract the attention of True Lord Mingshui."

Lu Changan's eyes flashed coldly.

Back then, when he first entered the Nascent Soul stage, he did not have all the magic weapons, supernatural powers, puppets and other means available, so the threat from True Lord Ming Shui was indeed greater.

Now, he didn't need Jing Wufeng, and he had the confidence to teach this woman a lesson.

However, it is much more difficult to truly kill a mid-stage Nascent Soul giant, and Lu Changan is not 100% sure.

It can be expected that Zhenjun Mingshui has suffered losses before, and next time he wants to deal with Lu Changan, he will never act alone.

"Compared with Yan Donglai, this threat is nothing."

Lu Changan shook his head and smiled bitterly.

The strength of the Black Ze Sect is considered to be at the middle level among the sixteen sects in Zhenhai, not as good as the Beast King Valley, and there are no great monks of Nascent Soul.

If necessary, he did not want to conflict with Kurosawa Sect for the time being.

Returning to the Great Abyss, Lu Changan's goal was to reach the peak of the early stage of Nascent Soul as soon as possible, and then go to the nearby Dakun.

Kunzhou is adjacent to Dayuan. This is important information that Lu Changan obtained back then.

Dakun, where he lived in his previous life, has hope of recovering the complete "Evergreen Kung".

At present, Lu Changan's cultivation is close to the peak of the early stage of Yuanying. As long as he finds the complete technique, he will not be far away from reaching the middle stage of Yuanying.

…

Three months later.

The middle region of the Great Abyss, the Kingdom of Dayu.

In the sky above Yunxia Sect, a ray of green light burst through the sky accompanied by the mana and spiritual pressure of the Nascent Soul stage.

"Which True Lord is this? I have never seen him before."

The gatekeeper monk was frightened, feeling strange, and sent a message to be alert.

"Such a demeanor is incomparable to the Yuanying monks known in Dayu Kingdom."

Some sect disciples raised their heads and looked up, but they didn't recognize the person coming.

Yunlan Peak.

An old foundation-building butler rubbed his eyes and said to the drunken purple-robed master beside him:

"Master Jiang, look! Is the person coming here the former master of Yunlan Peak, Xiang Zhenjun..."

Zipao Zhenren, who is in the later stage of alchemy cultivation, has messy buns and unkempt appearance, like a down-and-out uncle who picks his feet.

But the outline of his face vaguely shows the heroism of his youth.

"What is Xiang Zhenjun? The two dragons of the Central Region have disappeared for a hundred years, otherwise our Yunxia Sect would not be plotted by others and fall into such a predicament."

Jiang Haoran burped.

Feeling the spiritual pressure of Nascent Soul above the sect, he looked up and his eyes widened.

Jiang Haoran shuddered, and the alcohol immediately dissipated.

On the clouds, the Nascent Soul True Lord stood with his hands behind his back. He was handsome, indifferent and peaceful. His tied black hair was mixed with a few strands of silver. He is handsome and majestic with a smile, and has a noble demeanor that has gone through the vicissitudes of time.

"Dalong, you are finally back."

A voice of a ghostly and ethereal woman came from Zixia Peak.

A cloud of misty purple clouds rises like a lotus flower in full bloom among the clouds, setting off a dreamlike and graceful silhouette of a fairy, with every gesture and gesture, pleasing to the eye.

Fairy Zixia wears a phoenix hairpin on her head, a bun with clouds in her head, eyebrows trimmed with a couplets, a long neck and a purple fairy skirt, showing her elegance, nobility and unrivaled elegance.

"We haven't seen her for a hundred years, but Ziyan's beauty remains as beautiful as before."

Lu Changan laughed, regained Xiang Dalong's temperament, and looked into Jiang Ziyan's beautiful lavender eyes.

I have to admit that this Jurchen Lord is well-maintained. Her skin is like gelatin, her face is like snow porcelain, and it can be broken by a blow.

Hundreds of years have left no trace on her face.

However, today, a hundred years later, her cultivation has not changed much, and she has not yet advanced to the middle stage of Nascent Soul.

Lu Changan originally expected that with Zixia Zhenjun's qualifications and age, he would have some hope of being promoted to the middle stage of Nascent Soul.

It seems that Jiang Ziyan's situation has not been good in the past hundred years.

However, as long as Fairy Zixia is still in Yunxia Sect, Lu Changan's future practice efficiency will be guaranteed.

After exchanging a few words.

After confirming that the person in front of her was Xiang Dalong, Fairy Zixia raised her skirt sleeves and held his arm in public.

Like a couple of gods and gods, the two landed at the mountain gate.

"Does Dalong ever know how I survived these hundred years?"

Jiang Ziyan's eyes are sad, and she looks happy and angry at the same time, which makes people feel pity and care for her.

Yunxia Sect belongs to the side sect, and Lu Changan has long been accustomed to the charm of this kind of manner.

"Oh? Zi Yan might as well tell you, how did you survive these hundred years?"

Lu Changan looked curious.

He hugged Fairy Zixia's slender waist, smelled the quiet and timeless fragrance, and said carelessly:

"If you have been bullied, someone will seek justice for you!"

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