Journey To Longevity

Outside the city of Xuzhou in Yu State, the morning light was dim, and the rooster crowed at dawn. As soon as the city gate was opened, three carriages rolled out of the city gate under the watchful eyes of the soldiers guarding the city.

After a stick of incense passed, several people in Xu's family dressed as servants in black knelt on the ground, and a middle-aged man in casual clothes and holding a scroll of scriptures sat on the grand master's chair in the hall. After the servant's report, he thought for a while before slowly saying, "When did they leave?"

"I just left the city gate before a stick of incense." Said the half-kneeling servant.

"You go down first."

After the servants retreated, the man stood up and paced in the hall. Not long after, a woman wearing a beaded hairpin came out from behind the screen. Seeing his family's Zhang family frowning, he walked over and asked softly: "Master , are you still thinking about Sifang?"

"Yeah, the people from Sifang just left. You also know that this old servant Lin Ming was trained by Mrs. Lin himself. He never says he is good at martial arts. He is even more devoted to Sifang. I have recruited him many times for my husband. He just ignored it." The Xu family held the woman's hand and said with a wry smile.

"The left and right are just domestic servants, so it's not worth the master's attention." The woman said with a smile, pressed down the skirt of her clothes, and patted him lightly.

Then he inadvertently said: "Xi'er is too weak-tempered, much worse than Yuanming, master, don't you think so?"

"Tomorrow is my child. I know from the bottom of my heart what is going on with him, and I understand it very well. It's just...it's just that this fairy fate cannot be contested, otherwise how could I let it go, alas!" The Patriarch of the Xu family held his wife's hand and sighed. He took a deep breath and said, "Just take care of the affairs of the mansion and the backyard. Don't meddle in this matter. The elders in the clan are watching. Don't make it difficult for me."

At this time, in the carriage outside the city, there was a seven or eight-year-old child who poked his head out of the curtain and faced a driver who was in his forties or fifties who was on his way. The child asked with some doubts: "Uncle Ming, where are we going?"

"After a while, you'll know." Uncle Ming pampered you and patted the child's head, then pushed him into the car, do it safely, it's windy outside!

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In the South China Sea, a person walked out of the light and flew towards a small island.

Soon this man landed on this island without a sound. The island is not big or small, it is a hundred miles long and thirty or forty miles wide. There are more than thirty thousand mortals living on the island. Three square cities have been opened here, two are separated in the north and south of the island, and one is located at the foot of the highest stone mountain in the island.

As soon as Zhang Shiping arrived not far from Shishanfang City, he lost his breath, and instantly converged to the middle stage of foundation establishment.

As soon as he stepped into the Fangshi magic circle, he was a little suspicious. There were very few passers-by on the road, and the shop looked extremely old. It was almost like this, but the shopkeepers on the counter in the store pretended not to see them, and only cared about drinking tea, while some were flicking their abacus.

Only in one or two shops, there were a few monks wearing sea animal skin clothes, talking to the store manager in the shop. From time to time, the two sides would argue, blushing, and barely fighting.

However, the shops in Fangshi are quite complete, such as grocery stores, talisman shops, crafting shops, and a few inns and restaurants... Basically, you can find everything in Fangshi on some large islands, but this Much smaller, and much simpler.

Zhang Shiping saw that there was almost no business here, and he had some doubts in his heart, whether these shops can continue to open, or will they close in a blink of an eye!

He walked along the narrow streets of Fangshi, turned a corner or two, stood in front of a two-story restaurant, looked up at the inscription "Fei Guang Fei Guang" on the forehead, it was interesting!

The tung oil on the door plaque had already shelled, and many pieces fell off.

Seeing this, Zhang Shiping touched the beard on his face subconsciously, but he forgot that after his beard was burnt a few days ago, he took care of it and tidied it up, making him look younger and younger. In order to refresh the spirit, but now I feel a little uncomfortable.

Zhang Shiping stood at the door for more than a dozen breaths, looked around, but there was no servant coming out of the shop, he saw that he had come right, so he strode into the restaurant.

There were ten or so tables in the hall, only four of them were occupied by people. They were eating appetizers, drinking some wine, talking loudly like thunder. When Zhang Shiping was outside just now, he could already hear it clearly!

Zhang Shiping picked a table at random and sat down, only then did a guy in gray cloth come forward. Zhang Shiping ordered a bottle of wine and three dishes to accompany the wine, and asked the guy, "Where's your shopkeeper?" , called him here, saying that there was an old friend coming."

But the guy curled his lips, "The shopkeeper is still drunk at this time, please sit down first, sir, I'll find someone to call, but I don't know if the shopkeeper can come."

"If you call, then this spirit stone will be yours." Zhang Shiping took out a spirit stone, put it on the table, looked at the young man, and without saying anything, immediately took out a spirit stone.

I saw that the guy's attitude changed instantly, his eyes were full of light, he stared straight at the spirit stone on the table, "Guest officer, wait a moment, I'll go to the backyard and call the shopkeeper."

"Wait a minute, who wrote the poems on the wall." Zhang Shiping turned his head, just in time to see several poems inscribed on the wall, one of which was written in a somewhat familiar handwriting, and he stretched out his hand and pointed away.

"This one, the shopkeeper wrote it scribbled after drinking. Is there anything else you can do?" The clerk glanced at the direction Zhang Shiping pointed, and responded casually.

"It's okay, go and call your shopkeeper here." Zhang Shiping shook his hand, he could tell that although the guys in this store are at the second level of Qi training, they don't seem to have read many books , The ink in the stomach is not half a cup.

After the clerk left quickly, Zhang Shiping stared at the poems on the wall for a while, then read softly:

"Fei Guang Fei Guang, advise you to have a glass of wine.

I don't know that the blue sky is high and the yellow ground is thick.

Only when the moon is cold and the sun is warm, come to fry life.

If you eat bears, you will get fat; if you eat frogs, you will lose weight.

Where is the god? Tai Yian?

There is Ruomu in the east of the sky, and a candle dragon is placed below it.

I will chop off the dragon's feet and chew on the dragon's meat..."

The more Zhang Shiping read it, the more emotion he felt in his heart, it was only a few dozen words.

He stopped and read for a long time, and at the end he remained silent.

After a while, an eleven or twelve-year-old boy, dressed in common clothes, with clean clothes and a handsome face, walked up to Zhang Shiping under the guidance of a servant, acting like a young adult:

"My father is inconvenient for the time being. I don't know the name of the senior. If there is anything, it's the same with me. I will relay it when the time comes!"