I Am Immortal In The Cultivation World

"Go to congratulate first, the retreat is incomplete without congratulations!"

Zhou Yi Dunguang fell into Moyun City, and he turned into a handsome young man in a flash, asking everyone he met.

"Where can I check the bar to listen to music?"

Pedestrians pointed to the southeast direction: "Hehuan Garden!"

"This name seems to have quite a history!"

In Goulan, where Zhouyi has visited for thousands of years, there are eighty if not hundreds of schools. Names such as Chunfeng, Xiaoxiang, Yihong, Full Moon, etc. are all names extracted from the Four Books and Five Classics by scholars.

After all, those who listen to the music in Goulan are either literati or pretending to be literati. Ordinary people are reluctant to spend a few taels of silver to drink tea.

It was indeed the first time I heard such a straightforward name as Hehuanyuan.

"Be sure to learn more."

The light fell to the north of the city, Zhou Yi was not in a hurry, and walked slowly with his hands in his hands.

Time flies, scenery changes.

The scenery of Moyun City is quite different from that of the past. Because the Shiwanda Mountain produces a large amount of wild ginseng and other precious medicines, it has attracted wealthy businessmen from the Yunzhou countries, and they speak loudly with different accents.

Pedestrians on the street are no longer sackcloth and animal skins, and there are no bull-headed tiger-headed wolf-headed monsters, but more clothes of various colors and textures.

There was a lot of voices, so it was very lively.

Zhou Yi stopped and went, visiting the shop from time to time, or strolling around the stall.

Listening to the people chatting, I learned that the city lord's mansion relies on the transaction tax collected from wealthy businessmen to maintain the operation of Moyun City. As long as the 100,000 mountain treasures are not exhausted, the tax is many times higher than the agricultural tax.

After all, Moyun City is located in the mountains and ravines. Even if it continues to be cultivated for hundreds of years, there are still some plains around the city, which are not enough to supply the city with food.

There is another reason, the people in the city all practice Qi and blood martial arts, and the agricultural tax can't be collected at all!

"So rich and happy, it's like a paradise."

The more Zhou Yi walked towards the center of the city, he found that the shops on the left and right gradually turned into wine shops, with a strong and long-lasting aroma of wine.

Looking forward, the whole street is full of wine making and drinking shops.

The benches outside the wine shop were full of drinkers in various clothes. There were young men in brocade clothes, and short-handed men, who sat upright in a more stable and elegant posture, with their legs crossed casually and comfortably.

The sound of boxing guessing and drinking orders came one after another, and there were applause from time to time. Someone must have drunk the whole altar in one go!

There is no distinction between high and low in Zhou Yi, but after living for a long time, it is inevitable to be affected by the rules of this world, and I am immediately interested in seeing such a scene.

He found a vacant seat and sat down, called the waiter to serve wine, tipped him a silver bean and asked.

"Dude, are we drinking like this?"

"Guest officer, you must be new to Moyun City, and you don't know our customs here."

The clerk skillfully put away the silver beans, and explained with a smile: "We pay attention to the fact that there is no big or small in wine, and there are honors and inferiors in other lands, as long as they are on the wine table, they are all the same. This custom has been passed down for hundreds of years, even if it is the Great Elder It’s here, but I can’t put on airs.”

Zhou Yi listened interestingly and asked, "What is the origin of this custom?"

"Of course there is. It is said that five hundred years ago, the mountains were full of ogres and monsters. The Golden God took pity on them and established Moyun City to protect the people."

The buddy explained a lot to others, and said concisely: "Because Jinshen likes fine wine, he often turns into a mortal to go around to taste it, so the city lord's mansion ordered that the wine shop should not treat anyone differently, so as not to neglect the god."

"This rule has been passed down for hundreds of years, and it has become a custom here, just like people in Yunzhou setting off firecrackers during the New Year."

"Fun and interesting!"

Zhou Yi nodded with a smile, opened the wine jar and sniffed, the taste was more pure than hundreds of years ago.

Gudong Gudong drank one jar of wine, bought two more jars and put them in storage bags, and then stopped in each wine shop for a while, and bought two jars after tasting the taste.

until the center of the city.

From a distance, I saw a bronze statue of three or four feet high, in a half-sitting posture as a whole. What was sitting was not a chair or a lotus stand, but a strong yellow ox. The two horns were smeared with gold powder, and the sun shone brightly.

The black tiger is lying at the feet, the tortoise is waiting on the side, the golden eagle is standing on the shoulder, and the wings are spread out on the back, ready to fly.

There are two rows of pillars inscribed with mysterious textures in front of the statue, but upon careful observation, there are words arranged in random order, chanting according to a certain mysterious law, with high-spirited and long tones, like whispering like chanting.

at this time.

Under the guidance of the sacrifice, a man and a woman kowtowed to the statue three times and worshiped nine times, and offered incense after the ceremony was completed.

The priest announces that the man and woman will be married under the witness of the Golden God, and they will be united forever in the future.

People from both tribes who watched the ceremony nearby cheered loudly and sent blessings to the bride and groom. Among them, it seemed that the mother of the groom offered incense and asked the priests to inform the Golden God that the bride would give birth to healthy offspring.

"The Golden God wishes to bless the world, but we cannot be greedy!"

The priest asked: "I don't know whether to choose to be as strong as an ox, as fierce as a tiger, as free as an eagle, or as long as a tortoise?"

The mother is a devout follower of Jinshen, and bowed to the priest: "The Jinshen is above, the old woman does not want her grandson to be well-known, but only to be safe and long-lived."

The priest nodded slightly, and began to chant the high-spirited and long mantra again, finally expressing that the Golden God had received the prayer.

"Well, Pindao did receive it."

Zhou Yi was listening not far away, with a little finger, the spiritual light fell into the couple's body, and all hidden diseases and hidden injuries disappeared.

After the bride and groom left, the priest received a few more believers to pray. Most of them prayed for the God of Gold to bless them for safety, some asked to go to the mountains to find precious medicines, and even directly asked to get rich.

In the eyes of the people of Moyun City, the Golden God belongs to the gods who rule over everything, and they come to ask for it no matter what.

Zhou Yi waited in line for half an hour, and finally it was his turn to step forward and insert the prepared incense into the cauldron in front of the statue.

The priest observed Zhou Yi's clothes and said, "Are you a foreigner?"

Zhou Yi bowed to the statue, cupped his hands and said: "Pin Dao comes from Qingzhou, and travels all over the world. It was the first time I heard the legend of the Golden God, and I came to worship because of my admiration."

"respect……"

The priest focused his eyes slightly, and said, "It seems that fellow Taoists have a long tradition and know what happened hundreds of years ago?"

Zhou Yi nodded and said: "I have heard a little bit that it is rare for the monster race to protect the human race!"

"Don't tell anyone else this. If you get beaten, you will be expelled from the city."

The priest said: "The Golden God is no longer a demon clan, but a totem of Moyun City, just like the immortal god enshrined in the Taoist sect, and the Bodhisattva worshiped by the Buddhist sect."

Zhou Yi asked again: "Dare to ask why gold is the name of the god?"

The priest said: "Jin is the surname of the god, named Yi, and it is the origin of everything in Moyun City."

"Thank you for your advice!"

Zhou Yi didn't ask too much, and there were still many people behind, waiting in line to worship.

Leave the city center.

Looking back at the majestic bronze statue, the traces left by the wind, frost, rain and snow appeared to be more ancient and vicissitudes, Zhou Yi couldn't help but feel emotional.

"Poverty Dao can become a totem and be worshiped by all people!"

"It's time to celebrate!"

Until Hehuanyuan.

Zhou Yi arrived at the boundary, observed for a while, and confirmed that he had been there.

After the Great War between Righteousness and Demons started, many monks came to take refuge in Moyun City. Among them was a real person named Lu Lin, who taught the fox demon and snake demon the method of double cultivation, and earned a lot of spiritual stones for mutual benefit.

Hundreds of years have passed, Master Lu has long since died, but his inheritance has not been cut off.

After several expansions, Moyun City has long been different from its original appearance. It was not noticed at the beginning of Zhouyi, but now I see some familiar traces, so I don’t know the origin of Hehuan Garden.

"I've lived for a long time, and there are old people everywhere!"

Seeing Zhou Yi hesitating at the entrance of the alley, the old bustard thought it was the young master who was thin-skinned, so he came over twisting his waist.

"Guest officer, please come inside!"

The old bustard held Zhou Yi's arm familiarly, with a broad and soft heart: "Young master, is it the first time you come to Moyun City? We are not ordinary girls here, and all of them are proficient in the method of dual cultivation. "

Zhou Yi said: "But Taoist secret art?"

"Young Master is not an ordinary person, he is well-informed."

The old bustard proudly said: "Our place has been passed down for five or six hundred years. It is not only Goulan, but also the Acacia sect of martial arts. As long as you have enough money, you can stay for a year or two, and your internal strength will be greatly improved."

"Then wait for two years."

Zhou Yi only felt that the world was strange. The double cultivation method passed down by Lu Laodao back then had evolved into a martial arts school.

...

There are many things in this world that Zhou Yi can't see, some will take care of them, some won't, but there is only one enemy who can be called an enemy.

Dragon Emperor.

"The poor have a small mind!"

Zhouyi chose the mountain peak north of Bibotan as the place of retreat. It had no name at first, but now it is Kunlun Mountain.

After the ancestral line was cut off, the Dragon Emperor's blood sacrificed to the demon clan under his command in order to avoid the catastrophe of doomsday.

The inheritance of the human race relies on classics and books, while the blood of the demon race returns to their ancestors. As long as the bloodline goes back far enough, the inheritance of the ancient demon gods will automatically emerge.

The Dragon Emperor and the other four demon emperors have pure and ancient bloodlines, and they know a lot about ancient things. After the drastic changes in the world, they immediately ordered the group of demons to collect resources.

Zhou Yi chose the Ten Thousand Mountains to cultivate lately this time because he had the intention of digging graves and digging out the old dragon from his self-appointment.

I learned from Xiao Tiezhu that after self-appointment, all external and internal communication is forbidden, even thinking consciousness does not exist, like a cold and hard stone. Therefore, it is impossible to interrupt the spell on its own, and can only wait for the energy to be exhausted to end on its own. Even the caster does not know how many years later.

Xiao Tiezhu used secret methods to search for self-proclaimed old monsters, but unfortunately they were all missing, and he didn't know where he was hiding to survive.

According to the appearance of Baiyun Peak, Zhou Yi arranged the prohibition formation, opened his mouth and spit out the building wood and landed in the center, exuding a strong spiritual energy, and began to moisten the land and turn it into a spiritual field.

"It's killing me."

The spirit ginseng doll jumped out of the beast-controlling bag, looked at the uneven mountains, and said with a pursed mouth: "We must continue to cultivate wasteland!"

"Hurry up and plant the elixir, do you still want to become a fairy?"

Zhou Yi built the Taoist temple and the gazebo, and ordered the spirit ginseng doll to work hard, and turned into a light to fly to Bibotan.

The old dragon had lived for thousands of years, and with his thoughts on the city, he probably wouldn't bury himself in the Bibotan, but in order to avoid the darkness under the lamp, Zhou Yi planned to explore the former site of the Dragon Palace.

Even if no trace of the old dragon is found, it is possible to find a few things related to the old dragon, and then deduce it step by step through the method of divination.

Dive into the bottom of the water.

Zhou Yi had been to the Dragon Palace before, and soon saw the ruins of the Dragon Palace following the direction.

After hundreds of years of lake water scouring, only a few pillars remained of the splendid palace, and the collapsed houses were covered with aquatic plants, and fish and shrimps crawled around in the gaps.

Walk underwater and look at remnants of walls, stone pillars, palaces, and more.

The scene of the Dragon Palace's banquet in those days is still in front of my eyes, but the times have changed in an instant, and the famous Dragon Palace in Jiuzhou is left with some ruins.

"No matter how tyrannical Ren was, he would not live forever. After all, he would be a pile of loess!"

Zhou Yi witnessed the Dragon Palace turned into a relic with his own eyes, and he was deeply touched by this. He constantly reflected on himself and had to be careful.

The spiritual consciousness covered a radius of more than ten miles, and went back and forth in the Dragon Palace several times, but did not find any strange objects. A lot of gold, jade and jewels have been unearthed from the ruins, but they are only palace decorations, and it is difficult to use them to predict the Dragon Emperor.

The method of divination is affected by strength. Zhou Yi used the golden pill to find the Nascent Soul, and it was possible only with close-fitting objects.

"Poverty has plenty of time. After a hundred years and a thousand years, I will finally find out where the old dragon buried himself!"

Closed since then.

Daily chanting and enlightenment.

After more than ten years of hustle and bustle, Zhouyi has returned to tranquility.

The way of practice must be stretched and relaxed, and the tension can be grasped by oneself, so as not to be boring or slack.

Zhou Yi sometimes envies Lingshen dolls, who are pure in nature and never have the concept of worry.

The spirit ginseng doll was circling Jianmu, muttering something, followed by a red tail.

Jianmu has been ripened to three feet, and the Lingshen doll can't see the top even if it looks up, but it's a pity that it's straight when it comes out, without any signs of sprouting and branching.

"The aura is a bit stronger than before. From this point of view, it doesn't take a thousand years to break through the middle stage."

Years passed in a blink of an eye.

today.

The sky is clear.

After Zhou Yi finished his practice, he felt a little bored, so he didn't comprehend Taoism, and turned into a light and flew to the edge of Bibo Lake.

Take out the fishing rod from the storage bag and start fishing slowly.

The sky in the mountains is unpredictable, and in an instant, the clouds are closed, a gust of wind blows, and the drizzle falls.

Zhou Yi sat by the lake, watching the vast mist.

Wind and water are wonderful images!

At this time.

"Pull up the sails... hang the colors... smooth sailing..."

A rough singing sound came, and in the haze of the wind and rain, I saw a figure, propping a boat from far to near.

The sound pierces gold and cracks stones, and the breath is long and powerful.

Zhou Yi looked helplessly at the scared fish, his eyes flashed, and he looked at the figure on the boat. He was actually a white-haired old man, wearing only bunts in the wind and rain, and his limbs were as strong as bronze.

As the old man approached the lake, his pole slapped the surface of the water, and he rose into the air and landed firmly beside Zhou Yi.

"Old man Jin Jing, I have met fellow Taoist."

Zhou Yi is wearing a blue Taoist robe, the style hundreds of years ago, in the eyes of others, it is full of antiquity, even if the wind and rain do not see the damp, he must be a master of Taoism with great internal strength.

"Poverty Zhu Gang, I hope Elder Jin will allow me to borrow your place for the time being."

Zhou Yi had heard of the name of Jin Jing a long time ago, the contemporary Great Elder of Moyun City, who was conferred the title of King of Zhennan by the Qing Kingdom.

The Jin surname is the most common surname in Moyun City, and has been in charge of power for generations. It never occurred to me that the dignified elder was actually dressed as a poor fisherman.

"The 100,000 mountains don't belong to anyone, the Taoist priest doesn't need to tell the old man."

Jin Jing squatted on the shore, looked at the straight fishhook in the lake, with a grain of rice on the tip, and said with a smile: "We have been fishing all our lives, but we have never seen a straight hook. Could it be that the Taoist imitated some sage?"

"Pindao is forming a good relationship, waiting for the fish to repay the favor."

When Zhou Yi was talking, Yu, who had just been scared away by Jin Jing, couldn't help Lingmi's temptation and ran back.

Opening his mouth to swallow the Lingmi, the tail of the fish swung so that he could not see the figure.

Zhou Yi flicked his fingers, and threaded the spiritual rice grains on the hook again. After a while, a fish swam over, swallowed the bait and disappeared.

Jin Jing found it interesting, so he squatted by the lake to watch the fishing, and asked casually, "Why did the Taoist priest come to practice in this barren mountain?"

Zhou Yi said: "Poverty is good at antiquities. I read the classics and learned that there used to be a Dragon Palace here, so I came to look for the trace of the real dragon."

Jin Jing frowned, and said with a snort, "There are no real dragons, but there are many demons and goblins."

The people in Moyun City were oppressed by the monsters, and there are many records in the ancient books, and they didn't have any good feelings for the Bibotan dragons.

Zhou Yi asked back: "Why did Elder Jin come to this barren mountain to fish?"

"What's so strange about this, the old man has learned this since he was a child."

Jin Jing said helplessly: "Since my cousin came to the throne, Moyun City has become more and more prosperous. Everyone learns silk, chess, tea, and the Four Books and Five Classics. The old man only likes farming and hunting, and there is no reason to stop him, so he simply hides in the mountains. "

Zhou Yi asked: "Elder Jin thinks this is a bad thing?"

"It's neither good nor bad. You can't force everyone to suffer."

Jin Jing sighed and said: "It's just that Moyun City can be independent from the world, relying on the whole people to practice martial arts. Once they fall into prosperity and wealth, how can they have the mind to sharpen their energy and blood!"

Zhou Yi nodded slightly, it's no wonder that this old man can coagulate Qi and blood, and his talent is just one of them. Jin Jing dislikes the mundane world by nature, and it coincides with the mysterious cultivation, which is also an important reason.

"Qing Kingdom's power shakes Yunzhou, and with the relationship of Emperor Taishi, no one dares to provoke Moyun City."

"The old man has never read a book, and he doesn't understand those twists and turns. He usually hears that Mr. Shu lectures on history, but he feels that relying on others is worse than relying on himself."

Jin Jing said helplessly: "Besides, my cousin has been a little... not sober in recent years!"

Zhou Yi nodded and added Lingmi to the hook.

"Yeah, not sober."