Journey To Longevity

It is said that the parents are here and don't travel far, but the Zhang family's teaching is a bit different. The outstanding ones should have the aspirations of rising clouds, the middle-of-the-road should keep their families upright, and the inferior ones should be safe and secure, so as not to offend other powerful monks and implicate the family.

Therefore, Zhang Shiping, a sixteen-year-old boy, embarked on the true spiritual path of his life.

He kept a bit of vigilance along the way, sometimes riding on the avenue, sometimes turning around the path, and finally arrived at Shengxian Town where Zhengyangzong accepted his disciples at dusk ten days later.

Zhengyangzong opened the mountain gate once every three years to accept apprentices. This Shengxian Town is where the seniors of Zhengyangzong have collected disciples over the years. If the nearby monks want to worship Zhengyangzong, most of them will come to participate in the Shengxianhui. These people are good and bad, and most of them will only be outer disciples all their lives, and they will not be able to enter the inner sect, let alone be true disciples.

Of course, there are also monks who are extremely confident in themselves and directly go up the mountain to knock the door, break through the eighteen checkpoints set by Zhengyangzong, and directly become inner disciples after passing the test. The first level is the spiritual root qualification assessment. If you want to directly become an inner sect disciple, you must at least have dual spiritual root qualifications.

However, there are very few such disciples, and there may not be one in a hundred years who have entered through this way, so these levels are more in the form than in reality, just as a facade.

Zhang Shiping led the Huang Puma and walked on the street thinking about his future life. His father had already been locked up. The news would come from at least three months to a year or two. He silently wished his father success in building the foundation in his heart. Another foundation-building monk was added to the family.

On my own side, I still follow the rules of the Ascension of Immortals, first join the outer sect of the Zhengyang sect, and practice steadily for eight or ten years, do more sect tasks to accumulate merit points, and wait until the late stage of Qi refining, Enter the secret realm to see if you can collect some valuable medicinal materials, and exchange them with the Zongmen for the Foundation Establishment Pill.

As for that Uncle Chen, he would pick another time in a day or two to visit him, to find out who he is, and not to bother about things in the future, so as not to make people feel that he doesn't know what to do.

Several shops on both sides of the street hung up lanterns, and some shop boys took off the lanterns with bamboo poles, blew on the torch to light the lamps, covered the lampshades and hung the lanterns high.

Shops selling talismans, utensils, and elixir are lined up one after another, and the place is still very lively at night.

Zhang Shiping walked slowly, he didn't look around as if everything was very curious, and he didn't stop in front of these shops. It was getting late now, and his most important thing now was to find an inn, a place where he could stay. place.

"Hiss..." Huang Puma suddenly screamed for some reason, and kicked a few times, as if frightened, he turned his head and wanted to break free, but Zhang Shiping still held the rein tightly.

Although the yellow puma is a mortal horse, it is also quite a steed, or just now a monk passed by with a spirit beast in his arms, and his breath leaked out, which made him startled.

Zhang Shiping patted the horse's back a few times to calm him down, and then he took out a handful of beans from the cloth bag on the horse's back, threw a few beans and chewed them boredly, and the rest of the yellow puma rolled his tongue and ate it up. .

There are people coming and going on the street, one person and one horse walking quietly, walking towards the place with the brightest lights and the most lively place.

Not long after, Zhang Shiping came to a restaurant with six strings of red lanterns hanging in front of the door. He watched the inn with many people coming in and out, talking and laughing, and stopped.

Then I looked up and saw the big characters on the plaque above were "Yingxian Inn". At this time, the blue-clothed young man who was guarding outside the door greeted him, and said to Zhang Shiping with a smile: "Is this young master a top-notch or staying in the inn."

"Eat a meal first, then prepare a room for me, and take care of my horse." Zhang Shiping said to the boy.

He took the bundle from the horse's back, and handed the reins to the boy in blue. The boy beckoned, and a boy in gray came up behind him to lead the yellow puma to the stable.

The boy in blue was leading the way, and soon Zhang Shiping opened a middle room next to the counter shopkeeper. The boy was yelling to prepare hot water, and he found a table in the hall to sit on the side. Drinking tea, waiting for the food to be served, with a casual face, but listening to the chatter at other people's dinner tables.

There are a lot of irresponsible people in this kind of place, and the news is relatively well-informed, but these are usually insignificant things.

For immortal cultivators, if they want to discuss some private matters, at least they will set up a soundproof formation, or in other private places, they can't directly use their spiritual sense to penetrate directly and anger the other party for no reason. .

The hall is very large, with about 20 tables. There are people sitting around Zhang Shiping, and the one in front is three middle-aged men drinking. They were businessmen from the Xiuxian family here, and these people were flattering each other, talking nonsense and nonsense.

On the right is a man and a woman drinking tea. The woman in colorful clothes is about twenty-three or twenty-four years old, and the man in brocade clothes is a little younger, about fifteen or sixteen years old. Zhang Shiping secretly circulated his mana, and there was an invisible layer of fluorescence in his eyes, and he saw that there was a faint aura on the two people, the aura on the woman's body was thicker than that of the young man, and the mana was more profound.

As for the people sitting behind Zhang Shiping and the table on the left were also monks, with more or less scars on their faces, hands and feet, and a faint evil spirit on their bodies, obviously it was not a good thing.

After scanning around for a while, Zhang Shiping even put away the Celestial Eye Technique, so as not to cause unnecessary conflicts if others find out.

After a while, a young servant walked quickly towards Zhang Shiping's table with a wooden tray on which the food was placed, neatly arranged it, and said: "The dishes are all ready, sir, please take it slowly, if you need anything, Call the villain and he will come right away."

Then the servant backed away with a smile on his face.

Zhang Shiping was not in a hurry, he ate slowly, observing his surroundings intentionally or unintentionally.

The table on the right should be two siblings, probably from a small family like him. The remaining two tables behind and on the left are casual cultivators. These people are probably at the level of Qi Refining Level 3 to Level 6. He didn't observe too much just now, and he can only have a rough idea of ​​their cultivation base.

What these people said was nothing more than the time, place, and process of the Ascension of Immortals. He, Zhang Shiping, knew it well in his heart. His father's friend, he would call him Uncle Chen.

Thinking about it, who would discuss secret news in public. If there was such news, it would be too late for him to hide it, so how could he tell it.

However, he heard some useful news about the past few days. Many monks came here not to join the Zhengyang Sect, but to exchange things. They set up stalls to sell things that were of little use to them. In exchange for the cultivation resources that I lack.

Loose practice is not easy, for example, some monks who major in fire-attribute exercises get water-attribute spiritual objects, but they can’t use them themselves, and sell them to shops, and they are severely bargained, so they keep the spiritual objects in their hands, just waiting for this time to come Exchange it with other cultivators.

It was dark and night outside at the moment, Zhang Shiping didn't know if there were any monks setting up stalls in the stall market, presumably there should be.

But there will be no more than during the day. If you want to see if there is anything you need, you have to wait until tomorrow. With this in mind, he put down the chopsticks in his hand, picked up the burden on the table, and went upstairs to order for himself. to the room.

This room doesn't look big, and the decoration is average, but it is clean and simple, and the hot water that they were ordered to prepare earlier has also been prepared, and there is steam rising from behind the screen.

Zhang Shiping locked the doors and windows behind him, soaked in the wooden barrel, and sighed comfortably, it seemed as if all the fatigue from the past few days had melted away.

He washed for a long time, and didn't get up until the hot water in the bucket became warm. After cleaning, he changed into a white casual clothes.

Then he sat cross-legged on the bed and meditated quietly, but in this kind of inn where people were walking around and making noise outside the door, the noisy environment was really not suitable for practicing "Qingxuan Yuhuo Jue".

He didn't want to be practicing, but was suddenly interrupted by others, so he was just breathing out spiritual energy, quietly cultivating himself.

Perhaps it was because of the proximity to the Zhengyang Sect, the nearby aura was abundant, and in this kind of inn with a large number of people, the aura was similar to that in his own cave.

The main peak of Zhengyang Sect's sect is Zhengyang Peak, a fourth-order Lingshan Mountain. It is rumored that there is a Yuanying ancestor on this main peak who is in retreat. Seniors like this can exist for several years and decades at a time. Secretly envious in my heart.

Time passed slowly, Zhang Shiping breathed out the spiritual energy of the night, and when the sun rose in the morning, he was still in high spirits, without any sleepiness at all.

After practicing all night, Zhang Shiping collected his skills and washed himself up before going out with his pack on his back.

Not having a storage bag is troublesome. He shook the burden on his back and went down the stairs, just in time to meet the pair of siblings who were sitting nearby last night.

The two parties happened to go out together, the ten-year-old boy was relatively innocent, and when he saw Zhang Shiping, he called out first: "Hey, it's the fellow Taoist sitting nearby yesterday, little brother Lei Mo, a monk from the Lei family in Qingli Mountain, I don't know Where is fellow daoist from?"

Zhang Shiping looked at the woman next to the young man, never thought that his younger brother was so familiar, and said helplessly to Zhang Shiping: "For disturbing fellow Taoist, my younger brother just went out, please forgive me."

"It's not a problem, it's not a problem, Zhang Shiping of the Zhang Family of Baiyuan Mountain has met two fellow Taoists." Zhang Shiping reported himself.

"Brother Zhang, my sister and I are going to the market too, let's go together." Lei Mo said happily.

Zhang Shiping glanced at the other party in surprise, but he didn't shirk it, because the place where Uncle Chen lived and the stall market happened to be on the same road, and in Shengxian Town, it was much safer than outside the town, and he didn't have to be like When I was on the road ahead, I was so overwhelmed that I didn't dare to walk with others. At most, I just separated when I got to the place.

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ps: The second chapter has been revised.