Journey To Longevity

In front of the mansion gate, a Yufeng Beast pulling the cart slowly stopped under the shout of the coachman. In the carriage, someone raised the black and white curtains, and a middle-aged monk in brocade clothes who looked about forty or fifty years old came out first and got out of the carriage.

This middle-aged monk in brocade clothes had slightly white temples and some wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. Although he looked no longer young, his facial features were still handsome. After Jin Siming got off the car, he helped a plump and graceful woman out of the car. This woman was Lin Xi'er, the only apprentice Zhang Shiping had accepted. Although she looks young now, she is actually over a hundred years old.

At this time, Zhang Shiping's lukewarm words passed through the opened door and reached the ears of the two.

Side by side, the husband and wife walked through the long and wide portal, and walked in. It's just that there is not even half a servant in front of the door. The husband and wife looked at each other and couldn't help frowning. The two walked into the restricted area, and the portal behind them, with a faint white light, slowly gathered together.

The driver, Shi Daqiang, moved the small stool onto the car. Instead of leaving, he found a corner out of the way, took a small wooden brush, and waited for the wind-riding beast to comb its hair. Seeing Jin Siming and his wife who had just entered, Shi Daqiang's face was a bit dark due to the wind and sun all year round, but at this moment he was smiling, showing a few yellowish teeth.

He held two spirit stones in his arms, which were the fare and reward given by Jin Siming and his wife. Although this Yufeng Beast was a spirit beast passed down from his ancestors, logically, the fare he got from carrying people should all belong to him. But life is not that simple. Where there are people, there are people forming gangs. If he wants to live a stable life, he can only pay two taels of silver a day and join the largest car and horse dealer in the city. This is also impossible. .

The carriage and horse business in Xiaofeng City is actually not that easy to do. Depending on the distance, the coachman usually gets three or five taels of silver for carrying a passenger. If this is placed in the secular world, three or five taels of silver can naturally buy a lot of things, but it is different here, gold and silver things are not worth much, only spirit stones are really good things.

Maybe there are very few monks who use spirit stones as fare. He hasn't gotten half a spirit stone for almost three months. The people who come and go in the city seem to be high-ranking monks at first glance, but sometimes this kind of people are more careful and careful.

There are two kinds of guests that Shi Daqiang likes to carry the most. One is the kind of young people who look glorious at first glance. This kind of people are usually from the big family sect, with good qualifications and good cultivation. Gao, he has no concept of money, and he is a spirit stone when he makes a move. The other is those real seniors who don't see one or two spirit stones in their eyes, but this kind of expert can't see clearly with his naked eyes and can only rely on luck.

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Jin Siming and his wife walked up the steps slowly, stepped over the gate, and walked around the screen wall from the left, only to see Zhang Shiping sitting in the upper chair on the left in the middle hall.

After seeing Zhang Shiping, the two seemed relieved. Lin Xi'er nodded towards her husband beside her, and then with a smile on her face, before she reached the middle hall, when she was a few meters away from the door, she yelled crisply: "Master, my apprentice is here to see you."

Zhang Shiping, who was holding a teacup in one hand and a tea lid in the other, was gently brewing tea. His movements froze, and when he looked up, a smiling female nun was walking towards him, while Jin Siming was a step or two behind. follow.

"The mouth is so sweet this time, what is it for?" Zhang Shiping stopped drinking tea, he casually put it on the table at hand, glanced at her, and said angrily.

"Junior pay respects to Master Zhang." Jin Siming said in a deep voice, clasping his fists in salute.

"Let's all sit down." Zhang Shiping nodded. Although he didn't want to see Jin Siming, it was his apprentice's choice after all, and it had been so many years, so what could he do?

It is said that the married daughter and the water poured out, his mood is roughly the same!

Jin Siming thanked him, and then sat on the chair on the left row, but Lin Xier did not take the seat, but moved lightly, came to Zhang Shiping, and tapped his shoulder.

"Today is neither a new year nor a holiday, why do you think you are a teacher?" Zhang Shiping said without changing his expression.

Lin Xi'er tapped a few times, and Zhang Shiping continued: "Enough, you're already that old, so just tell me what's going on."

"Master understands disciples best. This time I came here to ask Master for something." Lin Xi'er nodded her head.

"Looking at you like this, it's the same as doing something wrong when you were a child. Let's talk about it." Zhang Shiping picked up the teacup in hand.

It's just that the moment he lowered his head to drink tea, Zhang Shiping's expression suddenly changed drastically, a huge spiritual pressure suddenly rose from his body, and there was a faint red pagoda burning with black flames around him, and around him The tables and chairs on the table were immediately washed away and scattered in all directions. It's just that there were many wounds on his neck, and hot blood gushed out from the scratched veins.

After being shaken away by the phantom of the pagoda, Lin Xi'er now has yellow-gray hair growing on the back of her hands, her knuckles are very thick, her nails are black and sharp, slightly curved, like the minions of some monster. He wanted to attack again, but he didn't expect Zhang Shiping to react so quickly.

Seeing the black flame that suddenly appeared, sticking to her fingers, and burning towards her arm in an instant, she felt a sharp pain in her soul for a while.

"Ah, ah..." Lin Xi'er screamed like an ape.

Then Zhang Shiping saw Jin Siming, who was sitting on the chair, had a black stick with a wide top and a narrow bottom in his hand, and hit him head-on.

During such a change, Zhang Shiping opened his mouth, and a blue light spewed out, and the Qingshuang sword became larger in the wind.

With a clang, the flying sword collided with the stick in Jin Siming's hand, knocking him flying with the flying sword, and Jin Siming couldn't bear it, he took a few steps back, the Qingshuang sword that was knocked into the air fell down. After spinning a few times, it flew to Zhang Shiping's side. Although the Qingshuang sword refined with the red soul sacrifice did not cut off the black stick with a single blow, it did leave a deep gash.

Then Zhang Shiping's figure appeared in a phantom, he had already left the central hall, and floated into the air, and the restriction covering the mansion garden was also dissipated in a single thought.

In mid-air, Zhang Shiping held the wound on his neck with one hand, blood gradually emerged between his fingers, half of his clothes were soaked with blood. Such an injury, among mortals, if it is not treated in time, it may take a person's life within ten breaths.

However, taking advantage of these few breaths of time, Zhang Shiping directly blocked the blood vessel so that it would no longer lose blood. This is a last resort, to maintain the injury and prevent it from getting worse, otherwise, if all the blood is lost, even the Jindan cultivator will not be able to last for a long time.

He immediately threw out a dozen mid-level talismans, but there was a black thunder ball sandwiched between them. In an instant, thunder light enveloped the central hall, and there was a loud thunder on the flat ground, covering up several roars in the room.