Journey To Longevity

Because he hadn't seen the sun for a long time, and the damage to his soul had just healed, Zhang Shiping's complexion had a sickly fair complexion.

Zhang Shiping's cultivation base has broken through to the middle stage of his own. After consolidating his cultivation base, he did not put all his energy on the practice of "Fire Crow Jue", but allocated half of his energy to practice "Changing Yuan Gong".

When he broke through the middle stage of foundation establishment, more than half of the reason was that he practiced "Changing Yuan Gong" to the middle stage of foundation chapter, and his spiritual consciousness was a small realm higher than his own cultivation level, which in turn led to the improvement of his cultivation base. With such a precedent, Zhang Shiping naturally attaches great importance to his spiritual practice.

It's just that when he practiced "Changing Yuan Gong" to the middle stage of the foundation chapter, every time he practiced, his soul felt as painful as a thousand knives, more severe than the pain of splitting his own soul. After each practice, Zhang Shiping With the help of the strangeness of the bronze lamp, to help him recover from the injury on the soul, the time varies from three to five to seven days, depending on the length of time he has practiced "Changing Yuan Gong".

Zhang Shiping walked along the path outside the cave, all the way into the depths of the forest. He walked in the mountains, shaded by trees, and passed the spiritual orchard in the mountains. The fruit trees planted more than ten years ago are now more than five feet high, round green Among the leaves, there are faint blue fruits the size of a little finger. Zhang Shiping has excellent eyesight, and he can see these inconspicuous fruits that are exactly the same color as the leaves. He estimated that it will take at least two years to mature.

"San Gouzi, what are you doing? Hurry up and cut off that miscellaneous branch on top of your head." In the orchard, a gray-haired orchard farmer was in good spirits, holding a pipe in his hand, and he was watching from under the tree. Seeing that the young man on the tree was motionless, as if he was being lazy, he yelled loudly. The young man was frightened by the old man, and his feet were empty. In the old man's exclamation, the young man fell from the tree more than a few feet high.

Before the old man had time to think, he stepped on a small dent on the ground, and ran towards the boy. Before the boy landed, the old man had already embraced the boy. He was protecting the boy, and the two rolled away. It fell to the ground and turned a few times. After the young man was frightened, he quickly came back to his senses, only to find that he and his grandfather were surrounded by a fiery red aura. Except for some shocks, the two of them were not injured at all.

Just now when the boy was on the tree, he happened to see Zhang Shiping approaching, and he became nervous for a while, but the old man turned his back to Zhang Shiping, and didn't realize it. The old man thought it was his grandson who was being lazy, so he yelled loudly. Unexpectedly, his grandson, who is usually like a monkey, fell from the tree, which shocked him.

After Zhang Shiping saw it, he didn't stand on the sidelines indifferently. After all, the other two were doing things for him. He flashed away, like changing his shape, and came to Zhang Xu away from them in an instant from eight or nine feet away. He raised a dark red aura , like a burning cloud, the young man and the old man fell into the fiery red aura cloud in the blink of an eye.

After all, the old man was a bit old. After catching the boy, he couldn't keep up with his strength for a while. After standing up, he was panting slightly, and his face was a little abnormally rosy. Zhang Shiping took a step forward, walked directly to the old man from Zhang Xu away, flicked his two fingers, a little blue-green aura popped out from his fingertips, and sank into the old man's heart.

"Kowtow to the Immortal Master." After the abnormal blood on Shen Liang's face dissipated, the old man saw Zhang Shiping in black plain clothes. He quickly pulled his grandson, and the two knelt on the ground and kowtowed heavily.

"Get up. Are you new here?" Seeing that the two of them had expressions on their faces, Zhang Shiping asked.

Shen Liang replied with a 'yes', but his voice was immediately covered by the whistling sound from the air. Zhang Shiping looked up and saw someone lying on a huge yellow leather gourd, which fell from the air and broke several fruit tree branches, with many blue fruits on them.

"You..." The young man saw that the fruit tree he had worked so hard to take care of had been damaged so much at once. What if he couldn't hand in enough spiritual fruit? Covering his mouth and nose with one mouthful, the old man forced a smile on his yellow and black face, and all the wrinkles were gathered together.

"It's none of your business, go ahead." Zhang Shiping naturally heard the boy's voice just now. After all, the boy was a little impatient. Knowing what the two were worried about, Zhang Shiping spoke to them. , the old man pulled the boy and hurried away.

Zhang Shiping walked helplessly to the place full of broken branches and scattered leaves, a yellow wine gourd about the height of a person rolled on one side, and a monk in green was pressed under it, his face was mostly covered by the leaves. This orchard was originally restricted, but when he saw the young man fall to the ground just now, when he came in, he untied it, and before he had time to close it, he didn't expect that it was so just right, Su Shuang fell down, fortunately, he didn't hit anyone , but it is not good to smash the flowers and plants.

"You're not dead." Zhang Shiping leaned over, looked at Su Shuang who was still holding the wine gourd, and said angrily. Over the years, he has been in contact with Zhang Shiping the most. From the very ordinary relationship between the two at the beginning, after several years, they can be regarded as good friends now.

"I can't die, I can't die, I haven't had enough wine, how can I be willing to die?" Su Shuang stood up, shaking off the dirt, branches and leaves on his body, grabbed the gourd-shaped flying magic weapon on the ground with his right hand in the storage bag. He originally used a giant sword like a door panel as a flying magic weapon, but when he saw this wine sword gourd at an auction in a secret shop in Fangshi, he immediately fell in love with it, and he and several other foundation-building monks Competing and spending a lot of money to buy it.

After Su Shuang put away the flying magic weapon, he took out the green-skinned wine gourd from the storage bag with his backhand, and gulped it down. After drinking, he let out a long whistle in great satisfaction, and the surrounding leaves rattled and shook.

"Take a sip, the 80-year-old wine I just found, good wine." Su Shuang shook the wine gourd with only one bottom layer left, and handed it to Zhang Shiping.

"Just drink it. What's the matter? You came in such a hurry." Zhang Shiping looked at him helplessly, with less than a sip left, why are you pretending to be so generous?

"I'm going to travel, and I'm here to tell you, do you want to go together?" Su Shuang said to Zhang Shiping with drunken eyes. Over the years, Su Shuang has healed from the damage to his soul due to the sacrifice of the broken sword. His cultivation has also improved a step, but like Zhang Shiping, he clearly felt the bottleneck of the middle stage of foundation establishment,

Su Shuang thought about it, she didn't want to break through this bottleneck by relying on ten or even decades of water-grinding exercises. Su Shuang was about the same age as Zhang Shiping, and he wanted to go out for a trip, to see if he could meet some opportunities, so he came to ask Zhang Shiping if he wanted to be together, so he could have someone to take care of him along the way.