Journey To Longevity

On the way back, Zhang Shiping touched the jade belt around his waist, his face suddenly collapsed, and he was no longer as calm as before. This trip thought he could get some chances, but unexpectedly it wasted half a year, not even the spirit stones he had spent earlier, it was a foregone conclusion, Zhang Shiping could only suppress his disappointment.

After a stick of incense, Zhang Shiping floated down at the entrance outside the valley.

There were a few jade slips floating in the formation. When Zhang Shiping entered the formation, he picked them up casually and looked at them one by one. They were not important things. storage bag.

The biggest of these things is that the Zhang family has a lineage of family members who successfully rebelled and ascended to the throne. Of course, the contribution of the family monks sitting in town is indispensable, and Zhang Tianya has also reported it to Xuanyuanzong.

Nanzhou did not have the kind of imperial dynasty that swept across and annexed the world, but was scattered into thousands of small countries. This kind of pattern of small countries has been like this since ancient times. It is those big factions in Nanzhou that have Nascent Soul monks sitting in the town, who deliberately maintain this appearance.

After reading these sound transmission jade slips, Zhang Shiping happened to arrive at the Bamboo Yard in the valley, first went to the worm room to release the phantom locust from the animal control bag, and then turned his head and walked towards the quiet practice room.

In the past six months, although Zhang Shiping was not in the valley, some servants were taking care of it, everything was still in order, and there was no mess, so he didn't need to worry about these chores.

As soon as he returned to the quiet room, he didn't immediately start to meditate and accumulate mana. Instead, he lazily lay on a simple bed in the corner, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

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After Zhang Shiping and his party left, Du Yu Zhenjun did not put away the jade coffin, but sat cross-legged on the futon to think about things quietly. After a while, the teleportation circle in the depths of the cave suddenly lit up, and an old man in gray with slender eyes and a high nose came out with a stern expression.

True Lord Du Yu seemed to have sensed it, and looked towards the direction of the cave. The gray old man stepped out of the formation and walked out. It seemed slow, but he arrived in front of Du Yu in a flash.

His dry and slender fingers slid across the coffin lid, and the sound was creaking, a little harsh.

"Greetings, master!" True Lord Du Yu said after seeing the old man, he got up and saluted.

"Have you figured it out? Are you ready to practice the Blood Corpse Technique? It's good to have a look at some points that should be paid attention to, so as not to be in a hurry." Arrived in front of Zhenjun Watanabe.

Du Yu Zhenjun looked a little helpless, and said with a wry smile: "Master, please sit down first, this person is a Jindan cultivator of Mingxin Sect, and he cannot be sacrificed into a blood corpse. A few days ago, this person was similar to Huo Ming and the others. When I went out, some accidents happened, and I was poisoned by some kind of strange poison, which corrupted the body, and now only the golden core soul is left, and after a few days, the disciples will send someone back to Mingxinzong. Otherwise, if Ming Xing It’s not good for the Venerable Master to find out, so that he won’t come to trouble you!”

"How could this old man be afraid of Ming Xing, a little old man? I knew that Qinghe should not have taught you back then, making you so lazy and pedantic now, not as clever as you were when you were young. Don't listen to your uncle, I How can the previous generation of monks restrain themselves? There is no distinction between good and evil in kung fu, only the difference between good and evil in people's hearts. Those monks who have practiced the so-called righteous kung fu are also beating and killing. Don't you understand the truth? "Ji Feng looked at the jade coffin and said with a bit of annoyance.

Du Yu Zhenjun did not refute, but he understood that some exercises are really evil, which can affect practitioners unconsciously, and then become so-called evil cultivators. What about longevity?

Everything is just a gentleman being cautious and alone!

Seeing Du Yu like this, Ji Feng didn't want to chatter anymore. He looked at this person's face through some crystal clear jade, and then swept it lightly with his spiritual sense, with a little interest in his eyes, his slender and dry fingers lightly touched the coffin lid, and a drop of black and red blood Beads, with a ticking sound, ooze out from the jade, and then turn into wisps of dark red gray gas.

Ji Feng knew that the blood was poisonous, so he didn't have any scruples. He took a deep breath, and the gray gas flowed down his nostrils and was sucked into his lungs.

"Huh!" Zhenjun Jifeng's face became a little rosy, and he said in surprise, "Lonely cold poison?"

He frowned slightly, and thought again, "The toxicity is too different from what is described in the classics. It should be made from cicada slough, and it seems to be mixed with some cold air, which seems to be some kind of ghost. Go on. The good Ji Linghan made a dubious appearance, it really ruined a good thing."

"Lonely Chilling Cicada is an ancient strange insect that ranks at the top of the list of strange insects. If it is the real Lonely Cold Poison, this person's body and spirit should have been completely dead long ago. How can there be any life left? Master this time Could it be that the exit is for the affairs of Bilang Island?" After hearing this, Zhenjun Du Yu walked to Ji Feng's side.

"Exactly, the secret realm of Bilang Island is about to be shattered. I wanted you to go and see it, but I don't know which talkative guy spread the news. Now it's not only our Nanzhou monks there, but also There are old guys who have been teleported from the western desert of northern Xinjiang and even the deep sea of ​​the Canggu Ocean. Your cultivation base is still shallow, and if you go there, you will only distract the old man. The little old man Mingxing is also there, wait a few days , when the old man and your uncle pass by, just hand over this person to Ming Xing. This junior has lost his physical potential, and the Nascent Soul will be lost in the future, so it doesn't matter if you send him back."

When he said this, some joy flashed in Jifeng's eyes, and he burst out laughing.

"By the way, who else is walking with Huo Ming? The old man sees that this junior of Ming Xinzong is at least in the middle stage of Jindan, and Huo Ming is only in the early stage. He shouldn't be the one who contributes, right?"

After all, Zhenjun Du Yu is not yet six hundred years old, much younger than the real Huo Ming, and spends most of his time in cultivation, so his knowledge is naturally not as good as that of Ji Feng, a late Nascent Soul who lived for more than two thousand years. big monk. Just relying on Zhenjun Du Yu's few words, Zhenjun Jifeng analyzed the matter in a nutshell.

"Along with Huo Ming are Zhang Shiping and Wang Daoxiu. It should be Zhang Shiping. I think he is now in the middle stage of Jindan, and he is making rapid progress. He has been quite peaceful these years. He can be regarded as a hard worker. People." True Monarch Du Yu nodded, thought for a while, and then said.

Zhenjun Jifeng stretched out his hand and put away the jade coffin. After hearing Zhenjun Du Yu's words, he frowned, "But the little fellow of Zhengyangzong in the past, I didn't expect it to be a hundred years in a blink of an eye, and it can be counted as a coffin." It has taken root and landed. By the way, he is a fire root monk, Qi Feng’s Qinghuo Valley should be tidied up some time, and let him change to a cultivation cave.”

Du Yu responded, Ji Feng didn't say anything more, turned into a blood shadow, disappeared, and flew towards Qingheshui Mansion located in the inner sea.

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About half a month later, Zhang Shiping was in the quiet room, looking at the spirit stones in the storage bag, which gradually decreased while he breathed in and absorbed them, and he couldn't help rubbing his temples, looking rather depressed.