Journey To Longevity

There was a cool breeze blowing in the mountains, a white-fronted tiger with hanging eyes was circling under a big tree, with a few wooden arrows stuck in the ground, beside it were two tiger cubs, imitating their mother's footsteps, and howling. It's immature, but it does have a bit of momentum. The big worm looked down at the cub, then looked up at the two people on the tree, bared its teeth and let out a growl, the leaves rustled, and the surrounding birds and other animals had already run away, and the two cubs followed suit and were crying When he got up, his voice was slightly crisp, without the majesty of a tigress.

Two farmers were lying tightly on the branch of the big tree. One of them turned pale with fright, but he didn't dare to move. The other middle-aged man gritted his teeth, thinking that the arrows he had just shot had already hit them. But he didn't even scrape the tiger's skin, and he cursed in his heart, it's a bad year.

"Uncle, what should we do?" A teenage black-faced boy, with beads of sweat on his face and dry lips, said to another middle-aged man beside him.

"I'm afraid this animal has become a spirit. You run quickly and don't look back. Uncle can delay for a while." The middle-aged man's throat was dry, and he handed the hunting bow in his hand to the black-faced young man. Pulling out the black-backed hatchet from his waist, he took a deep breath, as if preparing to go all out.

"Hey, it seems that this big bug is about to enter the stage." When Zhang Shiping was walking through the forest, he heard tigers roaring in the forest, and the sound was not far away, so he stopped by to have a look, and saw a tiger that was taller than ordinary people. A big worm already had traces of demonic aura on its body, and it seemed that it was about to become a low-grade monster of the first rank. It is not easy to see a demon tiger in this first-order spiritual mountain with meager aura in the secular world.

"Little brother, run quickly." The middle-aged man on the tree didn't know where the nobleman dressed as the son of a family under the tree came from, but out of desperation, he subconsciously shouted, he didn't want to see the man under the tree This beast tore up this young master, even though he hates those gentry from aristocratic families.

Zhang Shiping came over, heard the shouts of the mortals on the tree, and looked up at them, but his own aura tightly locked the big worm, and when he was about to make a move, he saw this eye-catching white-fronted big worm He bowed his head to Zhang Shiping and roared, while protecting the two cubs behind his back.

"Forget it, I'll spare your life today." Zhang Shiping looked at the two tiger cubs behind the tiger. They looked like they were only a few months old. After thinking for a while, he removed the air mechanism that locked the tiger, and said something to the tiger. , It doesn't matter whether the animal understands or not, with a surge of mana in his body, the tigress suddenly felt cold from beginning to end, it wailed in a low voice, ran into the forest with the cub, and disappeared.

The two people on the tree looked like they had seen a ghost, and suddenly thought of something, they slid down from the tree, kowtowed to Zhang Shiping, and shouted, "I have seen the immortal master, I have seen the immortal elder."

"Go down the mountain early, this is not where you should come." After the two of them kowtowed a few times, when they looked up, Zhang Shiping had disappeared, leaving only a lingering sound in the air. No matter how thin the spiritual energy in this mountain is, it is not Fanshan after all. Those beasts that have not become monsters in the mountain are much more ferocious than other Fanshan mountains. If the other two are villagers who live nearby all the year round, they will know the danger of this mountain.

However, there are many herbs in Lingshan, if you can collect some, you can sell them at a good price. Many mountain people sacrificed their lives for this, people died for money, and birds died for food. If they come again, Zhang Shiping will have nothing to do.

As for the tigers he let go, if someone dies in the future, what does it matter to him? He doesn't take this kind of thing to heart, what about slaying demons and demons, what about the vicissitudes of the righteous way in the world are just plots in the playbook. If someone started cultivating immortals with this kind of mentality, then unless the fate of immortality and luck on the opposite side continued, he would die early without a three-inch burial place.

Who can guarantee that he will be a good person if he saves it, and a bad person if he kills it? Just relying on his own judgment to decide whether a person lives or dies, so how can he say he is righteous or evil!

Zhang Shiping didn't think much about it, he didn't accept the kowtow and kneel of the two mountain people, he walked away early, walked through the forest all the way, and finally stopped in front of a red strange wall tens of feet high, his eyes flashed, and he saw through the city After restraining the mana fluctuations on his body, he stepped into it.

There were not many people in Fangshi, Zhang Shiping saw a dozen or so people scattered on the street, all dressed in different clothes, most of them seemed to be casual cultivators, with no follower. He restrained his mana fluctuations to the normal level of other people on the street. It was not too late to see the sky, so he walked around a few shops in Fangshi that seemed to be OK.

However, the shops here sell low-level items for the nearby Qi Refining monks. Zhang Shiping was not disappointed either, he didn't expect to buy any good things in such a small place. In fact, the biggest gain in the Jiang family is the three thousand spirit stones that the second elder of the Jiang family used to make amends. It really belongs to the Jindan family, and it really has a lot of background. Panting, he took out nine thousand pieces of Lingshi and gave them to the three of them. But Zhang Shiping really doesn't like the feeling of being coerced by others.

Zhang Shiping came out of a Huangji shop, where he bought some materials for cultivation, such as some calming spices. He didn't buy much, only enough for him to use for a few months. In fact, Zhang Shiping planned to buy more from stores opened by the Zhang family when he passed through other fangshi. If not, he would use what he had on hand first.

"Quack, quack, quack, drum..."

When Zhang Shiping came out of Huangji's shop, he heard these toad-like cries, which seemed to come from the next door. He turned his head and looked over, and the shopkeeper Huang of Huangji's shop was familiar with the voice, Smiling and said to Zhang Shiping: "Friend Daoist Lin, this is the fire toad raised by Daoist Ouye next door. The temperature of the demon fire sprayed is much higher than that of the spirit wood silver charcoal fire. , the quality of the forged magic weapon is better, if a fellow daoist needs to forge a magic weapon, you can go to fellow daoist Ouye."

The two of them have been together for so long, and they are familiar with each other. They often do this kind of introducing guests. After Zhang Shiping heard it, he laughed. Most of the refining tools in casual cultivation are made of spiritual wood and silver charcoal fire, and alchemy is also the same. That's convenient.

But for the domesticated fire toad, Zhang Shiping had never seen this kind of monster before, and he was a little curious in his heart. He turned right and walked a few steps, and then walked into the Ou smelting shop mentioned by shopkeeper Huang.

A skinny, shirtless black man was holding a large wooden basin, which contained a large piece of bloody meat, which was placed on the ground. The red-skinned toad saw the meat coming, jumped up and down, stuck out its tongue, rolled up the meat, and swallowed it.

"Welcome fellow daoist, take a look at what you like in the store. If you are not satisfied, as long as you provide the materials, I can also help you forge it. It only needs some wages. The first-level middle-grade magic weapon is guaranteed to be successful. If it fails I will pay fellow daoists for the materials, but if it is a high-grade magic weapon, then I cannot guarantee it." Seeing a customer coming to the door, Ou Yeqi hurried up and said loudly without teasing the demon toad in the shop.