Immortal Path Evergreen

After listening to Han Yan's words, Zhang Zhixuan shook his head and said: "Aunt Han Yan, don't say that. I also take your help to the family over the years into my heart. We are not only relatives by blood, but also share the same life and death." Between life and death, whatever is yours and mine is ours. It is not easy for us to help each other and support each other until today."

Zhang Zhixuan's few words made Han Yan feel warm in her heart. She looked at the south and said with emotion: "Yes, five people went to the southern wilderness back then, but today only you and me are standing here. Fourth brother, Brother Fifteen and Sister Meng Qin don’t even have any outstanding descendants. Even if we want to help, we can’t do anything in a hurry.”

The two chatted for a while outside the elixir garden. When they talked about Zhang Sidao, Zhang Zhixuan said with some worry: "I want to tell you one thing when I come here this time. Sidao has lost his vitality because he mistakenly took the elixir." There are some losses, and he may have to prepare to build a foundation in the next few years. The time he has accumulated is still short, and the gap in good deeds is much larger than expected. You still need to think of a solution for this part. Uncle Seventeen has died in Chaoyin. Shan, Si Dao, as long as there is an opportunity to build a foundation, we can help."

"Zhixuan, don't worry, I'll find a solution for Si Dao's Foundation Building Pill."

Zhang Zhixuan knew that although Han Yan lived a miserable life in the Spiritual Medicine Garden, he had also accumulated a lot of good deeds over the years.

The foundation-building monks who guard the White Jade Peak Nest in the Spiritual Medicine Garden are rewarded with three hundred good deeds a year. Counting the sect's annual fixed salary of two hundred spiritual stones, plus the miscellaneous income from several acres of spiritual fields in the cave, Han Han Yan's annual income is more than 600, which is higher than the three foundation-building monks in his family.

Zhang Zhixuan knew that she had been cultivating hard in the spiritual medicine garden for thirty years, and the magic weapon in her hand had not been replaced. Now she has accumulated a lot of good deeds in her hand. In addition to purchasing some special resources for the family, Han Yan saved There are already six thousand good deeds, and even five thousand spiritual stones have been accumulated over the years.

Except for the clan leader, the remaining three of the four foundation-building monks of the Zhang family are all wealthy men. Even the clan leader has added several magical weapons to his possessions over the years.

Zhang Zhixuan turned around and found that Han Yan's appearance seemed to be colder. He said puzzledly: "When Sidao comes to see you, do you always have to say a few words to others? He told me that you don't even say a few words all day long. In short, if you act like this, he will not even dare to come to you and speak. "

Hearing that Zhang Sidao didn't dare to come and beg her, Han Yan said, "Where is it? He's here, I just don't know what to say to him. Zhixuan, monks like us, except for one or two close friends, who can say What about speaking from the heart?”

Zhang Zhixuan and Han Yan have not seen each other for three years. Han Yan's mother died of illness three years ago. Because she was guarding the beehive in the elixir garden, she did not have time to leave Qingxuan Sect and go to Tiantai Peak to see her mother for the last time.

In order to let her know the news, Zhang Zhixuan came to Qingxuanzong in person to report the funeral and stayed with her for several months. After Han Yan's mood recovered, Zhang Zhixuan left Qingxuan Sect and returned to Lushan.

The sun was almost setting when Zhang Zhixuan arrived at the elixir garden, and the two of them had a pleasant conversation while walking outside the elixir garden. Zhang Zhixuan also told Han Yan about the situation at home in the past three years.

When he heard about the locust chaos in the east of Black Mountain, Han Yan was instantly frightened and held Zhang Zhixuan's hand tightly, with a hint of panic in his eyes.

She is still aware of the powerful cold smoke of Dongji Locust. The Qingxuan Sect has far more classics than the Zhang family, and she knows far more about the various rumors about the world of immortality than Zhang Zhixuan. She heard about the Locust Rebellion in the East Pole. Although she saw that Zhang Zhixuan was safe and sound, she was still afraid of heavy losses at home.

Especially in the family elixir garden, the elixirs in it have been cultivated for hundreds of years. If all the elixirs are lost, hundreds of years of hard work will be in vain.

There is very little information about her practicing hard in the Qingxuan Sect Spiritual Medicine Garden, especially in the past ten years, and she has had few contacts with monks. Although two years had passed, this was the first time she heard about the locust plague.

After listening to Zhang Zhixuan's detailed description of their process of extinguishing the locust plague, Han Yan felt relieved and felt that the pressure in his heart was lessened.

He also heard that Zhang Zhixuan had advanced to the third level of mid-level alchemist. Although he had not seen it with his own eyes, Han Yan was still overjoyed and felt the same.

The two walked leisurely along the elixir garden. The setting sun shone on the branches and leaves of the elixir flowers, and specks of light scattered on the ground, turning into long shadows. The sun gradually set over the mountain, and it was after dusk in the blink of an eye.

Qingxuanzong's spiritual medicine garden is vast, almost completely occupying a third-level spiritual vein. On top of this spiritual vein, thousands of acres of spiritual fields have been scattered. In some large spiritual fields, there are also huge white jade peak nests.

In the entire Spiritual Medicine Academy, there are seven third-level Bai Yufeng lairs, and there are more than a dozen second-level lairs.

Every third-level lair is no easier to deal with than a foundation-building monk. If outside monks break in rashly, there is no need for the guarding disciples to take action. If the cultivation level is not enough, the White Jade Peak in the Spiritual Medicine Garden can make them die without a burial place.

Zhang Zhixuan and Han Yan talked about their innermost thoughts all night, and the two walked around this third-level spiritual mountain all night.

When the sky brightened and the sun rose, Zhang Zhixuan suddenly felt a slight throbbing. He knew clearly that he had once again entered a state of enlightenment. As long as he immediately practiced the magic of purple energy and divine light, he would be able to break through the final stage immediately. Three passes.

Although there are hidden dangers in practicing the magical power of Purple Qi Divine Light in Qingxuan Sect, the opportunity is rare. If you miss this opportunity today, you may have to spend more than ten years waiting for the opportunity.

After weighing the pros and cons, Zhang Zhixuan asked Han Yan to protect him and block the outside cultivators from spying on him. Then he found a place with abundant spiritual energy to meditate and practice, hoping to break through the barrier as soon as possible. He practiced the magic of purple qi divine light for thirty years, and every time he refined the purple qi to break through the barrier, there was a strange phenomenon.

When Zhang Zhixuan began to practice, a wisp of purple smoke more than three feet high instantly floated above his head.

This wisp of purple smoke seemed to have a mysterious power. Han Yan just stared at it and felt a little tired, and even her soul seemed to be over-consumed.

At this time, Han Yan already knew that the practice method Zhang Zhixuan practiced was very extraordinary. She knew the practice methods at home very well and knew very well that there was no such a miraculous skill at home.

According to Han Yan's common sense, even the mountain-guarding practice method of Qingxuan Sect might not be so magical. After thinking about this clearly, Han Yan suddenly felt very worried.

The Spiritual Medicine Garden is less than a thousand miles away from Qingyang Mountain. There are high-level cultivators in Qingyang Mountain. Once this kind of magical practice is known to others, I am afraid that they will immediately snatch it.

By then, even if Zhang Zhixuan could save his life, he would probably never be free for the rest of his life.

At this time, Han Yan had already secretly blamed Zhang Zhixuan for being reckless. How could such a technique be practiced in a place like Qingxuan Sect? She could only pray that she would not be discovered by the high-level cultivators of the sect. After all, it was impossible for a high-level cultivator to be so leisurely as to deliberately stare at a cultivator in the foundation-building stage.

Moreover, the range of this anomaly was relatively small. If it was not seen with one's own eyes, outsiders would not be able to detect the abnormality at all.