Journey To Longevity

Under the hill, a few miles away, there is a sandy beach.

Under the dark sky, the fine sand is gray-yellow, and the waves not far away are beating wave after wave.

Zhang Shiping stood motionless with his hands behind his back, quietly looking into the distance, where the sea and the sky lined up like a curtain that was about to be pulled down. What he was holding in his hand was the magic artifact made of the psychic blood jade. Just now, he tried his best to empty his heart, fearing that he would not be able to restrain himself, he wanted to kill this Nascent Soul True Monarch named Qin Feng.

The mantis is like a cart, and he is overwhelmed.

Zhang Shiping couldn't understand this reason very well, he didn't want to be that praying mantis.

"Hey! Xi'er, isn't it useless to be a teacher?" Zhang Shiping closed his eyes and sighed. He couldn't figure it out, if Qin Feng wanted the Mingqiao slate in his hand, he could just say it casually, could it be that he still dared to hide it?

Or he could simply be more straightforward and attack himself directly, which is better than the heartache he is suffering now!

As a monk in the late Yuanying period, this person is already a high-ranking and important figure, why should he have trouble with a mere foundation-building monk, Zhang Shiping really can't figure it out.

He stopped and remained silent for a long time, until the horizon, the waning moon drifting up and down.

After turning around, Zhang Shiping suddenly heard a curse, "Boy, is this the reward you said?"

At this moment, he suddenly realized that he was no longer on this small island, but in front of a bamboo courtyard in the mountains. There was a faint fragrance in his nose, which was the fragrance of bamboo and tea blending, evoking Zhang Shiping is a memory from a long time ago.

In the courtyard, there is a white-haired old man in kudzu clothes, sitting in an old yellow rocking chair, shaking gently, holding a pack of bright purple sand teapots in his hands, and pointing at the spout from time to time Take a sip, it looks very leisurely!

After a while, the old man drank all the tea in the pot, got up and was about to make another pot when he suddenly glanced over. .

Zhang Shiping just wanted to say hello to the old man, but when the old man saw him, his face was full of ferocity, and he threw the teapot at Zhang Shiping without thinking, and he shouted angrily: "Boy, is this the reward you said?"

Seeing the teapot flying towards Zhang Shiping's forehead, it fell to the ground,

'Kang Dang'... A slight breaking sound sounded

There was a wound on Zhang Shiping's forehead, and the blood flowed profusely immediately, but he didn't care about it, and let it flow from the corner of his eye, along his cheek, and drip down on the bluestone steps under his feet. He bent down slowly and picked up a piece of broken pot.

"Boy, this is you..."

"Revenge!"

"kill him!"

In the courtyard, after Lin Zhiqi smashed Zhang Shiping, he couldn't help but walk up to him, blushing and pointing and cursing loudly. Lin Zhiqi watched Zhang Shiping pick up the broken pot, and watched silently without saying a word. His anger became more intense. Suddenly, a blue light flashed, and he had a long sword in his hand. Seeing Zhang Shiping stabbed in the heart.

"You can't even avenge your apprentice, since you are so useless, you might as well die!" Lin Zhiqi cursed angrily. In that cursing sound, it seemed that there was a force that penetrated people's hearts and hit Zhang Shiping's heart heavily.

Zhang Shiping watched the long sword stabbing him, but did not dodge, and said guiltily: "Old man, I am sorry for you!"

Then Zhang Shiping's eyes became more clear, the bamboo courtyard in the mountain, the furious Lin Zhiqi, and the long sword stabbing towards his heart... slowly dispersed like the surface of water broken by gravel!

Zhang Shiping touched his forehead, his hands were wet with sweat, and now his back was dripping with cold sweat!

He laughed at himself, and muttered to himself: "How could the golden core cultivator be smashed to the head by the teapot, and besides, the blood jade is still there, maybe Xi'er is still there, or I am thinking too much." , Nascent Soul cultivator shouldn't attack the Foundation Establishment junior, right?

"What, is it a nightmare?" Even in the darkness, Qin Feng could see the cold sweat on Zhang Shiping's head from a hundred feet away.

Zhang Shiping looked up, in the air, Qin Feng and Ji Feng were flying towards Yufeng from the other side of the hill.

"Boy, you are talking about Xi'er, right? She is gone. Don't worry, when my mountain ghost and demon pet skinned her and gouged out her heart, he mercifully knocked her out, without any pain! I bought a storage bag, you can see if it’s this, you know I’m not lying to you!” Qin Feng laughed loudly, a blue embroidered storage bag appeared in his hand, he threw it down casually, and landed not far from Zhang Shiping .

"Why?" Zhang Shiping walked a few steps, picked up the storage bag on the ground, and said word by word through gritted teeth.

"Why, why are there so many reasons?" Qin Feng tilted his head slightly, and said in a nonchalant tone, as if he felt a little strange about Zhang Shiping's doubts!

"Fellow Daoist Qin, you have gone too far." Zhenjun Jifeng, who was a few feet away, said indifferently with a face.

Suddenly there was a painting scroll in his hand, Zhenjun Jifeng opened it without hesitation, and many figures entangled in blood flew out from the painting, a layer of scales appeared faintly on the body surface, and the blood shadows moved towards Qin The wind roared, and appeared beside Qin Feng in a flash, surrounding him.

"Clang" sound of gold and stone.

A few small copper coins appeared around Qin Feng's body, blooming with a faint brilliance, supporting a layer of mana shield, easily blocking the condensed long knife in Xuehun's hand, not waiting for the next moment of Xuehun's other actions . Qin Feng didn't know what kind of means he used, and he appeared more than a hundred feet away, turned into a startled rainbow, and flew towards the distance!

"Interesting, really interesting! Hahaha..."

The sound of scoffing was still reverberating in the air, and it was unknown who was laughing.

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"Let's go, that's a lunatic." Ji Feng looked at Zhang Shiping and said in a deep voice with his face livid.

"I understand." Zhang Shiping's eyes were bloodshot, seeing that the night was covered with a faint red curtain.

"It's good to understand, life and death are just a common thing for people. It's better for you to let go earlier." Zhenjun Jifeng's expression eased, and he relieved Zhang Shiping.

The two of them turned into two startling rainbows with their spiritual light, and flew towards Nanxiao City.

Along the way, neither of them spoke to each other.

After two sticks of incense, Nanxiao City is far away.

With Ji Feng, the Nascent Soul cultivator in front, Zhang Shiping flew over the city together in Dunguang.

"Calm down for a while, let's put the matter of this pill aside, the old man will talk to Du Yu." Ji Feng comforted Zhang Shiping before parting.

"Thank you, Patriarch." Zhang Shiping said without changing his expression.

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After the two parted ways, Zhang Shiping flew into his courtyard.

After there was no one around, Qin Feng's joking words seemed to ring in Zhang Shiping's ears again, and the nightmare he had suppressed along the way seemed to be coming back again.

He stopped and took a deep breath, and pressed down vigorously.

With a flash of his figure, Zhang Shiping appeared in the quiet room. He took out a small jade bottle from his belt, took out several pills of calming the nerves, and swallowed them all at once. Then he sat down cross-legged and tried his best to make himself My heart became calmer again.