Journey To Longevity

"Senior, there is still a shortage of manpower on your side. The little old man has a grandson here. He is honest and willing to work, and he is the most diligent." The old steward bowed slightly and said softly.

Zhang Shiping thought for a while, and for the sake of the old steward's hard work in the past few years, he turned his hand and took out a token.

"After half a year, you take this token and bring him back to Kunshan."

"Thank you, senior." The old steward held the token in both hands, said joyfully, and then bowed a few times.

The reason why it was half a year later was because he was planning to go back to White Ape Mountain.

For the monks who have just established the foundation, Zhengyangzong will give half a year's vacation, and then come to arrange tasks.

It is no longer necessary for the monks who established the foundation to be like the disciples of the outer sect, and have to go to the hall of foreign affairs to pick up the task. After discussing with the master or several other golden cores, the task information will be passed on to them through tokens.

However, except for Chang Younian, the head of the sect, other Jindan Daoist will not call other Foundation Establishment disciples of other veins without authorization.

For example, Zhang Shiping belongs to the lineage of that Ma Hua, and the one who ordered the task is usually the head of Chang or Ma Hua.

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In a small valley seventy or eighty miles away from Baiyuan Mountain, there was an old man carrying a bamboo basket, holding a bamboo pole in one hand and a thick-backed hatchet with a polished white blade in the other. Taking a small medicine hoe, he was walking in the valley with a clear direction. A few months ago, he saw more than a dozen stagweeds in the valley.

This kind of grass actually grows like a small tree, about the height of an adult's calf, with branches like stag horns, thick and forked, yellowish brown, and leafless. In five years, a staghorn plant will only bear one spirit. fruit.

Once it's time to bloom and bear fruit, the staghorn grass will supply all the nutrients it has accumulated for five years within three months. In just three months, the thick branches will become slender, and the fruits will absorb The staghorn grass will mature quickly after storing the nutrients in the branches, and it will turn red like blood. The medicinal power is contained in the red juice of the fruit, so it must be picked in time, otherwise the fruit will burst and all the juice will be sprayed into the soil.

The seeds in the fruit are sprayed out, and some can even be sprayed several miles away with the wind.

The old man used to cover the staghorn grass with branches. In three months, most of the branches that were broken and inserted into the soil survived. If you look at it from a distance, it is just a bush.

He pushed aside the branches, and there were thirteen staghorn plants in total, eight of which still had green fruits, and the remaining five staghorn plants had turned red and were ready to be picked.

The old man held a wooden box lined with cotton cloth in one hand, and cut it out with jade scissors in the other hand. This action was repeated five times, and the five staghorns were completely preserved in the wooden box. Gently put it in the bamboo basket.

He backed out gently, fixed the branches again, and used the branches to sweep the traces of his footsteps. After all, he was old and his legs and feet were bad. After finishing, he wiped the sweat on his face, turned around When he went out, his body froze and his expression became unnatural.

"The staghorn fruit is of good quality." Not far behind him, a young monk in a moon-white collared robe said to him with a smile.

"This senior was joking, there are no staghorn fruits." He quickly lowered his head, trying to walk out faster. This old man is just a mortal, but he was born in the Zhang family and has seen many monks from the family. His temperament is similar to that of the young man in front of him. Picking staghorn fruit by himself was seen by him, but the old man still took chances. After all, these five first-order spiritual fruits were really worth more than his life to him.

The young monk looked at the old man, and was about to say something, but suddenly his face darkened, he let out a cold snort, and he appeared behind a nearby stone, and he chopped off with a hand knife. The middle-aged monk on the fourth floor passed out before he even had time to react.

The young monk silently recited a few mantras, pointed his index finger at the fainted middle-aged man, and several vines rose from the ground, binding the man's hands and feet tightly.

He looked at the middle-aged monk with only a long sword on his waist, without even a storage bag, and thought to himself as a poor man, but he squatted down, groped on the man, and found a sign that said " A token with the character "Chen", two bottles of elixir, a low-grade first-grade long sword magic weapon, and seven spirit stones.

Zhang Shiping looked at the elixir that he took out, one bottle was an ordinary elixir with little value, and the other bottle was a first-grade low-grade Huangya elixir with only three pills left.

Zhang Shiping pulled out the long sword and pierced the man's heart with a single fireball. The old man had already run four to five hundred meters just now, and Zhang Shiping poured mana into his legs, making Yu light After a while, he caught up with the old man.

Seeing that the long sword in his hand was still stained with blood, Zhang Shiping took out a white handkerchief to wipe it clean, and put it in the storage bag.

The old man was about to kowtow to beg for mercy, but saw a token floating in front of him. He took it and saw that the word "Zhang" was written on one side of the token.

"Don't worry, I'm a monk of the Zhang family." Zhang Shiping looked at the word "Zhang" sewn on the old man's cuff, but Zhang Shiping still asked the old man to take out the wooden plaque of the ordinary people of the Zhang family.

The old man quickly handed back Zhang Shiping's token with both hands, and quickly took out a palm-sized wooden token from his arms, covered with a layer of pulp, which looked old.

After Zhang Shiping saw that there was no problem, he let the Zhang family mortal go back with him. The old man was not walking quickly, so Zhang Shiping directly drove the flying magic weapon. After a while, drop him off in a town not far from the first-order Lingshan of the Zhang family.

Zhang Shiping didn't take the five first-order spiritual fruits in the old man's bamboo basket. He didn't take them by personal chance, and he didn't even have any idea about the remaining few immature spiritual fruits.

Of course, this is only for the members of the Zhang family, and it is uncertain if it is someone else.

After Zhang Shiping put down the old man, he flew very quickly, and soon arrived at a large courtyard on the flat ground at the foot of Xiaoyuan Mountain, and landed in front of the door. A young concierge saw a strange-looking cultivator coming, "This is the Zhang family. I don't know who the distinguished guest is looking for."

Zhang Shiping's face was a little strange, he didn't expect that he had not been home for six or seven years, and he had become a guest. At this time, a hunchbacked old man in common clothes came out of the door, trotted over with a copper kettle in his hand before he could put it down, "Third Young Master?" He called out in doubt and immediately affirmed, "It is the Third Young Master who is back, come in quickly Come in quickly, Madam has been mentioning the third young master recently."

The commoner man came in to welcome Zhang Shiping. Except for the taller trees, the layout of the yard remained unchanged. Zhang Shiping walked to the front of the hall and saw a ten-year-old boy dancing with a sword, as graceful as a dragon, with one move. One style, the movements are smooth and flowing.

The middle-aged man sitting in the hall was chatting with a beautiful woman next to him, while pointing at a long sword with a green edge to exchange ideas with him.

The middle-aged man is casual, but the teenager is happy. This young man is Zhang Shiping's fourth brother Zhang Shiming, who has grown into a handsome young man after seeing him for several years. He can't practice because he has no spiritual roots, so he can only focus on the practice of secular martial arts. Sometimes Zhang Tongan will guide him for a while when he comes back. This is the happiest time for him.

Zhang Shiming stabbed with his sword, and the tip of the sword happened to be facing the tip of Zhang Tongan's long sword. The long sword was quickly retracted, trying to block the next attack, but saw the long sword retreat in the air and fly back into the hall.

Zhang Tongan held a long sword that had already been sheathed, looked at Zhang Shiping who had just walked over, his mouth became more and more contentious, and finally his expression was excited, and he said "good, good" several times.

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