Journey To Longevity

Right now, Zhang Shiping is still a very long distance away from Zhang Family White Ape Mountain. When he left home, he rode a horse for ten days to reach Shengxian Town, and then flew a long way on a white shadow boat.

The out-of-office tokens applied for by the disciples of the Zhengyang sect's outer sect are only valid for one month at most. Zongmen usually don't make too much trouble, but the process is very cumbersome, what Zhang Shiping is most afraid of is trouble.

Originally, one month was more than enough time, but because of the sneak attack of those three people, he had to recover from his injuries for seven days, so the time seemed a bit tight.

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In the Baimang Mountains, Zhang Huaiyu of Baiyuan Mountain is on his way to the medicine garden.

After establishing the foundation at the age of fifty-three, he went on a trip for eight years, and took over the position of the head of the Zhang family after he came back. Nearly a hundred years old.

During those eight years of travelling, he experienced life and death several times, as evidenced by the centipede-like scar on his face that ran from the corner of his right eye to his lower lip.

It's just that the person who made the attack didn't have a good time, and his body was burned to ashes by a fireball.

However, he was not attacked by someone. Instead, he found a small Lingsha Cave, where a foundation-building cultivator practiced evil spirits. Only one person came out.

He is not a good person, and of course he is not a bad person, everything is just to make further progress on the road to longevity.

In the nearly a hundred years of practice, there are more than a few grievances in his hands.

From the perspective of a secular ruler, this person is not a kind and peaceful person.

It's just that human kindness is innumerable after all, some are only enough for themselves, and some can even take care of the clansmen. As for those who are reasonable and law-abiding, and love the world, they are only suitable to exist in books and scriptures.

After Zhang Huaiyu came back from his travels, the former patriarch, who is now the great elder Zhang Qiyue, immediately passed on the position of patriarch to him, and he let go and retreated to the back.

In the past 30 years, Zhang Huaiyu has worked hard, and at the same time, he has lost his sharpness when he first established the foundation. The hundreds of immortal cultivators in the Zhang family and the hundreds of thousands of Zhang family members scattered all over the country made him think twice before doing anything. Fan.

As for being the patriarch for those thirty years, it wasn't that he was greedy for power and didn't let go, but that there was no one in the family, and he couldn't find a third foundation-building monk for a while. That is, it was not until Zhang Tong'an succeeded in establishing the foundation on the ninth floor of Qi refining the year before last that Zhang Huaiyu was relieved, and the smiles on his face increased on weekdays.

However, Zhang Tong'an injured his meridians when he built the foundation. If he slowly recovers, it will take three years.

He made many inquiries and found out that there was an auction in Baiyunfang City, and there was a second-order top-grade elixir of nourishing spirit and elixir, which he bought at a huge price.

It's just that the Chen family, a foundation-building family adjacent to Zhang's family, got in the way and raised the price at the auction, which made him bid an extra 125 spirit stones for nothing.

Zhang Huaiyu inspected the medicine garden, and headed towards the meeting hall on the hillside

At the same time, a stone gate of a cave on Baiyuan Mountain opened, and Zhang Tongan walked out slowly.

Under the nourishment of the medicinal power of Yangshen Yunling Pill, within half a year, he has already nourished the damaged meridians to a good extent, and now he looks good.

After he left the cave, he took up the imperial weapon.

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There are three yellow cloth futons at the top of the Zhang family meeting hall. The head of the Zhang family and the great elder are already in place, and there are seven futons on each side of the bottom. There are fourteen seats in total, but only eight of them are seated. They are all monks above the eighth level of Qi refining in the Zhang family.

The rest of the positions are occupied by people outside guarding Zhang’s shop or doing other things, and they won’t be able to come for a while.

"The Chen family is too deceitful. If they want to fight, they will fight." It was a middle-aged monk at the eighth level of Qi refining from the Zhang family who spoke, and four of the Qi refining monks present echoed on the spot.

The head of the Zhang family touched the centipede-like scar on his face, squinting his eyes and thinking about something, and the elder Zhang Qiyue, who was already very old, was closing his eyes and resting his mind.

Counting in the past, the strength of the Chen family was similar to that of the Zhang family, but now that they have one more foundation cultivator, how could they be afraid of the other party when their strength has soared.

Even if not, their Zhang family is not afraid of the Chen family, so everyone is not convinced.

At this moment, Zhang Tong'an had just stepped into the threshold of the conference hall. Hearing this kind of thing, he asked: "Patriarch, Great Elder, are the Chen family making trouble again?"

The two families of Zhang and Chen started to fight each other more than 200 years ago, due to the unexplained death of several clansmen on both sides, and now the enmity is getting deeper and deeper, and most people have forgotten why it started.

Anyway, my Zhang family sees your Chen family unhappy, and his Chen family sees my Zhang family dissatisfied.

Really angry, a fight would be fine, injuries and deaths are common things, and it happens once or twice a year.

As for the younger generations of both families, Zhang Shiping would pick up stones from the ground and throw them viciously when he saw members of the Chen family when he was a child.

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On the other side, after noon, Zhang Shiping finally arrived at Little Ape Mountain. He first went to his father Zhang Tongan's big yard on the flat ground below the mountain, but when he couldn't find anyone, he turned around and went to greet his mother.

The mother and son have not seen each other for more than a year.

Zhang Shiping's mother is a daughter of a secular family attached to the Zhang family. After marrying Zhang Tongan, she gave birth to three sons and two daughters for Zhang Tongan. He is the third, the eldest sister is married, and the second brother is still in the family with a pseudo-spiritual root , the fourth brother and the fifth younger sister were still playing at their mother's lap when they were young.

In the backyard, the mother and the son talked for a while. After Zhang Shiping was found to have the three-spirit root aptitude plus the three-yang spirit body from the small clan, he was taken over by the clan to train him. I met several times, and I haven't seen each other for more than a year after joining Zhengyangzong. The two haven't seen each other for a long time, and Zhang's mother has so many things to say, but she doesn't know where to start, so she can only tell her to take good care of her body.

At this time, the maid also came over with two children, Zhang Shiping's fourth brother and fifth sister.

The two little guys were also a little shy, and the older boy called out "Third Brother" in a low voice.

As for the fifth younger sister who was still young, she shyly hugged Zhang's mother and hid in her arms.

Zhang Shiping responded, smiled and patted the little girl's head, then turned and left. Zhang's mother watched him go, the concern in her eyes was like silk, and she wanted to hug him tightly.

Walking outside the house, Zhang Shiping looked at the paddy field at the foot of the mountain, and then walked down the rammed loess road.

When he arrived at the foot of the mountain, he saw Zhang Shihao from a distance on duty in the clan's spiritual field, playing with the spiritual rice.

Seeing Zhang Shiping coming, this person washed the mud off his body and went to the field.

"It's up to them to do these things. Second brother, why do you need to go down and get covered in mud?" Zhang Shiping took out a piece of white cloth from the storage bag and handed it over.

They naturally refer to the farmers who serve the Ling rice fields.

Some of these farmers are members of the Zhang family who have no spiritual root qualifications, and some are servants of the Zhang family who have cultivated immortals for hundreds of years. Every one of them is at least a second-rate expert when they are pulled out to the secular world.

Zhang Shihao took the white cloth and wiped it on his face, and said with a smile: "This year, the fragrant rice in all places in our house is not growing well. I'll go down and find out the reason, so that I can feel at ease."

"Then what did you find?" Zhang Shiping asked. The ten or so dumplings of spiritual rice are a considerable income for the Zhang family.

"It should be due to the degeneration of the variety itself, so we need to replace it with a new variety." Zhang Shihao said with a sigh.

The Zhang family didn't have a planter with profound knowledge in spiritual planting, so they couldn't cope with the degeneration and reduction of rice seeds, and buying new rice seeds from the Jindan family or Zhengyangzong would cost a lot of money. Fortunately, Zhang Tong'an and Chen Wenguang have a good relationship, and we can talk about some friendship from it.

The two brothers talked all the way, and Zhang Shiping asked the second brother to help take care of his parents. He knocked around, and when he saw no one, he took out the storage bag he got from the burly man.

Storage bags are very valuable for low-level monks in the early stage of Qi refining. Zhang Shiping didn't even have one when he was on the fourth floor of Qi refining. Zhang Shihao shook his head quickly and refused to accept it.

He forced the gray cloth storage bag into the arms of the second brother.

Just a storage bag is not worth the brotherhood of the two. Besides, there is no storage bag, how can I say that I am a cultivator?

It's just that Zhang Shiping repeatedly asked the storage bag not to be exposed, so as not to have bad thoughts from outsiders. After all, Zhang Shihao's cultivation base is really too low.

"Don't worry, third brother, don't I understand?" Zhang Shihao patted his chest and said.

The two walked slowly in the mountains.

Until about an hour later, when the night was almost over, Zhang Tong'an hadn't returned from Baiyuan Mountain.

"It seems that my father should have stayed in the cave on the White Ape Mountain to practice directly. You and my brother will go there tomorrow morning." Zhang Shihao looked at it and thought about it.

Zhang Shiping nodded, and he returned to the former cave on Little Ape Mountain.

The sound of the waterfall in front of Xiaoyuanshan's cave was still rumbling. He stepped on the flying magic weapon and landed in front of the cave, casting a spell to open the restriction.

The position of things in the cave has not changed at all from when he left.

The bronze lamp is burning quietly, and people practice quietly under the lamp, and the long night is like running water, passing by in the blink of an eye.

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