Journey To Longevity

After hearing what Ou Yeyan said, Zhang Shiping first thought for a while, with a look of thought on his brows. He didn't expect that there would be a foundation-building cultivator holding an exchange meeting here in this secular hill. Then he thought about it, this land of Nanzhou It's not just Baimang Mountain, a mountain range that gathers Zhong Ling.

Baimang Mountain is just a large mountain range in Nanzhou, and there are several others similar to it. The remaining other Lingshan Mountains are scattered throughout Nanzhou, but the terrain becomes flatter as you go south, and the mountains are no longer like this There are ups and downs, and there are a large number of lands of water spirits instead.

However, in the hundreds of large and small dynasty kingdoms in Nanzhou, most of the mountains, rivers and rivers are ordinary mountains and rivers. Ranked spirit lands, like the Shaling Valley of the Jiang family, may not be found in the entire Nanzhou, so it is no wonder that other Jindan families covet them for a long time.

"Do I need any certificates and seals to enter the Qingshi Small Meeting, or do I need an introduction from an acquaintance? After Zhang Shiping thought about it, he asked the shopkeeper Ouye. It is very likely that the exchange meeting held in this small square city is based on the foundation building nearby." It's just an exchange between monks. It is very likely that they don't like outsiders. He has to ask clearly. If he doesn't have a certificate, it will be really embarrassing if he goes over and is turned away by others.

"No need, no need, the Qingshi Small Meeting has been held for almost 50 years. From the beginning, no certificates and seals have been used. Of course, this is for foundation-building monks like you, senior. If other qi-training monks nearby If you want to enter the Qingshi Xiaohui, you have to be introduced by other people, or be a distinguished guest of the Qingshi Building." Ou Yeyan, a thin, dark-faced man, shook his head.

He has taken over this shop here for more than forty years, and he has never heard that the Qingshi Small Meeting held by Qingshi Building rejected other foundation-building monks. Even at the beginning, even monks in the late stage of Qi training could go in Qingshi Xiaohui, because in the past ten years, as the reputation of Qingshi Xiaohui has spread, it has attracted foundation-builders who secretly cultivated in the second-level spiritual mountains of various secular dynasties. When there are more people, the standard for entry is Higher, the monks in the late stage of Qi training are no longer the same as before, they can freely participate in the annual Qingshi small meeting. Unless they are late Qi training monks who have been doing business with Qingshilou for a long time, they are allowed to participate, and Qingshilou also protects their safety. Qingshilou has a good reputation nearby.

"Now on the seventh day of June, it seems that the Qingshi Small Meeting has already been held." Zhang Shiping counted the days, and a foundation-builder like him can already fasten the valley. A few months, a long period of several years, so I don't know the year in the mountains for a while, and what year it is today, which is very normal. Fortunately, Zhang Shiping, when he accepted the task of solving the Jiang family's problems, the task time was stipulated on the jade slip, so he calculated the time.

"Senior said that the Qingshi Small Meeting started yesterday, but most of the Foundation Establishment seniors haven't rushed over yet. According to the usual practice, on the third and fourth days, that's when the most people are the most lively. Many seniors who are rare to see will come here." Ou Yeyan bowed slightly to respond to Zhang Shiping's question.

"Okay, thank you very much." Zhang Shiping looked at the respectful shopkeeper and said a word of thanks.

"It is an honor for the junior to be able to contribute to the senior."

Zhang Shiping laughed, did not respond, and strode out of the refining shop. In fact, if the quality of the magical artifacts sold in this refining shop is good, he can also buy one here, but even with the help of Huo Chan, the shop will Zhang Shiping still didn't have any magic weapon in it that he could see.

Ou Yeyan watched Zhang Shiping go out and walked towards the street in front of him. Seeing him turn a corner, he wiped the fine sweat from his forehead. Then he came in, but saw the Huo Chan who just pretended to be dead. Knowing when he turned over again, rolled his tongue, another large piece of flesh and blood went down, and it didn't take long to wipe out the flesh and blood in the wooden basin.

"Quack...drum..."

"You good fellow, you are heartless." Ou Yeyan walked over and kicked it lightly.

On the other side, Zhang Shiping was standing in front of the tallest nine-story stone building in Fangshi. He walked up the stone steps and stepped over the threshold. Looking at the items and their attire, they should be casual cultivators or monks from some small families.

Several monks were carefully observing the magical artifacts on the counter, and a middle-aged female nun in a red dress, after getting the consent of the servant in Qingshilou, picked up a palm-sized bronze mirror and looked at it repeatedly Beside her, there was another spear that was taller than a person on her back. The whole body was wrapped in white cloth, and only the head of the spear was showing a cold light.

When Zhang Shiping entered the door just now, he did not restrain his mana fluctuations to the Qi training period, but maintained the mana fluctuations on the first floor of the foundation building. Behind the counter in the Qingshilou, a young shopkeeper in a green cloth gown, As soon as Zhang Shiping stepped into the door, he felt the spiritual pressure on his body, immediately put the brush on the pen holder, and rushed out to greet him.

"Welcome seniors to come to Qingshilou Shangguanhua." Shangguanhua waved his hand at the same time to signal to the former, and the servant who was stunned because of Zhang Shiping's foundation establishment spiritual pressure hurried down.

"Oh, Uncle Qi, what's wrong with your hands." The boy with thick eyebrows and big eyes came back to his senses, scratched his head at Zhang Shiping and Shangguan Hua, and said with a foolish smile.

"Hurry up and go down." Shangguan Hua glared at the young man with a look of hatred for iron.

The young man was frightened by Shangguan's painting, and immediately ran away like a quail, afraid of his legs, and ran to the backyard.

"I made senior laugh, don't be surprised." Shangguan Hua watched the gust of wind run away, and did not say goodbye to Zhang Shiping, a junior in the clan, he cupped his fists to apologize to Zhang Shiping on his behalf. His nephew, Shangguancheng, has a very good spiritual root, but because when he practiced without the support of the elders in the clan, he was greedy for merit alone, and his spiritual energy ran wildly between the meridians and rushed up to the heavenly spirit, which led to mental retardation. Lost, become naive and stupid.

"It's okay, I heard that there is a Qingshi Xiaohui here when I passed by here, so I came to see it." Zhang Shiping shook his head, he didn't take this kind of thing seriously, and he also saw that this boy was a bit out of his mind. That, I didn't mean to play stupid and offend myself.

The twenty or so qi training monks in the store just now were not like that silly boy. They felt Zhang Shiping's mana fluctuations, and heard the respectful words from Shangguan in the store. They turned their heads curiously, and took a look at Zhang Shiping. , Keeping his appearance in his heart, he quickly turned his head away, for fear of offending this strange Foundation Establishment senior.