Journey To Longevity

Some disciples in the Qi refining period heard a few words, and many of them worked harder to become monks, thinking that one day they could succeed in building a foundation and earn a lot of spirit stones.

Of course, this only happened in the past two or three years. In the first few years, the output of the mine veins was not much at that time, and the distribution of each foundation-building monk was relatively small. After the high-grade ice spirit stones were excavated, the further down this vein was excavated, the more ice spirit stones were produced. Most of them are low-grade ice-attribute spirit stones, mid-grade spirit stones account for a small part, and high-grade spirit stones require luck to dig out.

There are also some rules in this, when there are many high-grade spirit stones in a spirit stone pit, there is a high probability that there are high-grade spirit stones there.

The three of Zhang Shiping and the others were in the last row. When they heard Master Xie's words, they said yes, and walked out of the hall first. Deng Yuanlu under the white jade platform, soon two black shadows with a yellow light mask protruded half of their bodies from the Panlong Stone Pillar. Light and unreal like a ghost, floating to Deng Yuanlu's side.

The two first saluted to the two sect golden pills on the white jade platform, and then raised their hands, two black Tensuo with the thickness of thumbs flew out from their sleeves, tightly bound Deng Yuanlu.

Ma Hua waved his hand, and the two of them followed Deng Yuanlu, who was frightened, into the stone slab and disappeared into the hall. He looked coldly at the direction in which the three of them disappeared, playing with a high-grade ice spirit stone that was crystal clear like a diamond, turned his backhand, and put it into the storage bag.

"Junior Sister Xie, when I came here, the ancestor told him to refine the Bingyu Jiling Liquid. During this period of time, the high-grade Bingling Stone Brother must be brought back." Ma Hua pulled out a blood-patterned jade tablet and handed it to Xie Ping , This is the jade tablet of the patriarch of the Zhengyang Zong Wang. Ma Hua poured mana into the token. On this jade tablet, the blood patterns were shining, turning from red to pale gold, and a somewhat blurred line was thrown in front of the two of them. The figure is none other than the ancestor Wang of the Zhengyang Sect, wearing a Chinese robe with a collar.

The eyes of this figure were obviously a little dull, without any agility, but facing this figure floating in the air, the two dared not show any disrespect. After he said the order mechanically, Ma Hua put away the token and handed it to Xie Ping.

"Since the ancestor has an order, junior sister, I shall abide by it." In the blink of an eye, her spiritual sense had already clearly identified the authenticity of the blood-striped jade tablet, and there was nothing doubtful about it. She immediately went to Zhengyangzong Fang Xiang said, then wiped a white waistband around his waist, took out a gray storage bag, and handed it to Ma Hua.

This ordinary white ribbon is impressively a high-level storage belt comparable to a magic weapon, called the Sumeru Magic Treasure, which can hold other relatively low-level storage bags. Of course, it is very convenient for monks to use, but this kind of high-level storage magic weapon is extremely expensive and has little practical value, that is, it can hold a few more such as animal royal bags, body bags, storage bags... These relatively low-level spaces bag. Xie Ping's Xumi waist was found in a secret place in Pankongding, Nanzhou.

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"New juniors and juniors, please follow me." Among the dozens of foundation-building monks who came out of the hall, a jade-faced man whose mana fluctuated in the late stage of foundation-building flew into the sky and flew forward. On the way, I also met a few newcomers who had just entered the formation, and the group gradually moved away from the hall with the use of magic weapons.

Zhang Shiping drove the Qingling ancient boat, when he came in just now, he had already noticed that there were many courtyards built in the mountains and plains, the big ones were only two houses, and the small ones only had three or four houses.

"Show it to the younger brothers and younger sisters. If you have no opinion, then we will arrange it like this from now on." Ye Qiuge reached out and wiped the storage bag, and there were dozens of jade slips of about the same size floating in front of him. With a wave of his black sleeves, These dozens of jade slips turned into streamers, and while everyone was still flying, the jade slips flew to everyone's side deftly.

Zhang Shiping reached out to take out the flying boat passport, held the jade slip, retracted it, and stuck it between his eyebrows. After a breath, he wrote down all the information in the jade slip. He looked at Senior Brother Ye who was not far ahead. Zhang Shiping was arranged in a small courtyard. He looked down and saw that it was a one-way courtyard. He doesn't care about the environment where he lives, as long as he can cultivate. There are no other courtyards for a few miles nearby, which is also in line with my own wishes.

But among them, Zhang Shiping saw a few face-to-face brothers who had built foundations, flying towards Ye Qiuge, wondering if they were discussing about changing places to live.

Or they are dissatisfied with the people who patrol together, and it is not certain that they want to change to other teams.

Among these people, a monk with an old face leaned closer and sent a voice transmission to Ye Qiuge. He didn't know what to say. Seeing Ye Qiuge shaking his head, he turned around with a disappointed expression and flew back. He stopped in the air and looked at the others. His fellow apprentice saw a middle-aged monk wielding a half-moon-shaped magic weapon, with a thoughtful look in his eyes, and immediately flew towards that person. It happened that the two of them spotted each other and met soon.

"But Junior Brother Fu?" Nan Huishou asked. The tokens of the inner sect of the Zhengyang sect will contain images of the faces of all the monks who established the foundation in the sect, as well as their names and the spiritual mountains where they are.

"Fu Dahai, I met Senior Brother Nan." Fu Dahai, who had gray temples, saw that his mana fluctuations were obviously higher than his own, so he saluted first. In the jade slip distributed by Senior Brother Ye just now, in addition to arranging residences, there are also arrangements for Foundation Establishment disciples to patrol everywhere. In the four directions of the ice and snow scene, each has several groups of Foundation Establishment monks on duty. To lead the sect's qi training disciples to patrol, to guard against the prying eyes of some casual cultivators, the most important of which are those remnants of the Wanjian sect who do not give up. Feel.

Of course, the task of patrolling also includes guarding Qiyunzong and Xuanhuomen, these two are not easy to get along with.

The patrol task is a team of three people, with six teams in each position, and the time for each shift is one month, that is, each team needs to spend two months on it in a year, and there is no compulsory time in the sect for the rest of the time. Arrangement, but when they go out, they, the monks in the early and mid-stage foundation establishment, need to report to the commander-in-chief's senior brother in the late foundation establishment period.

After Nan Huishou and Fu Haihai confirmed it, they stopped and looked around in the sky. Finally, their eyes lit up. Nan Huishou pointed to the last monk in a black robe, "Where is Junior Brother Zhang?"