Journey To Longevity

Zhang Shiping had already flown back to the Zongmen of Zhengyang Zongmen, but on the way, the Zongmen Token in his arms was slightly warmed up, and he took it out to see that the Zongmen's annual auction in Bairuifang City will be held in March It was held two days later, and Zhang Shiping felt that he was not far away, so he took the task of an auction guard through the token.

Zhang Shiping wanted to take a look at this kind of auction that only monks who established the foundation could participate in.

Bairuifang City, more than seventy miles away from Zhengyangzong, is surrounded by mountains on three sides, with towering peaks and a valley below. Zhang Shiping looked at the ancient bushes from a distance, and he drove the flying magic weapon between two weeping willows. Large, with thousands of willows hanging down, this is one of the entrances to Fangshi.

Zhang Shiping approached within ten feet of the willow tree, and the fog suddenly formed in front of his eyes. His eyes flickered, and he easily penetrated through the layers of fog in the magic circle of Fangshi. Aura Shield.

"Help, help." A black-faced boy in sackcloth lay on the ground with chapped lips, moaning weakly.

The cultivators guarding Fangshi had actually discovered that mortals had broken into the phantom formation long ago. Bairuifang City has existed here for a long time, and there are mountain people living nearby, and they also know some rumors about the immortals here.

Some mountain people who have nothing to do with the cultivators, some come to Fangshi to ask for medicine because their relatives are seriously ill, and some dream of becoming a high-ranking immortal.

Any guard monk in Fangshi is the most annoying person. When you meet this kind of mountain people, save them when you are in a good mood and take them out of the magic circle in Fangshi. If you are in a bad mood, let him die. At that time, a fireball will be burned to ashes, and it can add some fertilizer to the nearby willow trees.

There will be so many dead people, so there won't be so many mortals coming here with a fluke mentality.

Zhang Shiping also didn't want to take care of this kind of thing, maybe that person is not a mortal, but a monk pretending to be dead.

At this time, two people came out from the gate of Fangshi, a ten-year-old boy in brocade clothes and a gray-haired monk in long gown, their faces were somewhat similar.

Zhang Shiping saw an opening in the formation at the entrance of Fangshi. He saw that the two people were wearing clothes, and there was no sign of the sect or family on their bodies. He didn't know if the two were casual cultivators nearby, or they were hiding identity.

"Third Uncle, look at someone calling for help over there." The young monk pointed to the black-faced boy in coarse linen lying on the ground and said, the young man ran over immediately as soon as he said the words, the monk in the long gown was about to stop his junior, but stopped He stopped, but a small silver sword appeared in his hand, and he followed closely behind the young man in brocade clothes.

The brocade-clothed young monk lifted the black-faced boy in sackcloth lying on the ground, took out a yellow leather gourd from his storage bag, and gave him water.

The dark-faced boy's eyes were originally blurred and lifeless, but after drinking the aura-filled gourd spring water, he replenished his water and quickly regained consciousness. He saw that the temperament in front of him was outstanding, and the clothes on his body were much better than those of the landlord of his village, Mr. Huang.

He struggled from the hand of the brocade-clothed youth, knocked his head on the ground several times, with dirt on his forehead, "Help, Elder Immortal, Help, Elder Immortal."

Seeing this situation, the young man in brocade clothes quickly pulled up the black-faced boy in front of him, and asked a few words. The black-faced boy was weak and excited, and could not speak clearly.

The young man in brocade clothes listened to a few words before he understood. The black-faced boy's younger brother fell from a tree and broke his leg. In the past few days, the wind and evil entered his body again, and he lost all consciousness. Get out pissed off. The boy in black heard the old man in the village say that there are immortals here, so he came here to try his luck.

This brocade-clothed young man is not bad, he took out a healing elixir for the black-faced boy, and his third uncle brought the black-faced boy out of the magic formation in Fangshi, and the two left with the boy's gratitude.

The young man in brocade clothes was very happy to see that he had helped others, but his third uncle turned his head to look at Zhang Shiping, and after walking for a while, he put away the small silver sword in his hand.

After seeing the two people leave, Zhang Shiping looked at the direction the grey-haired monk left. He didn't realize that the other person was also a foundation-building monk at the beginning. It wasn't until the old man glanced at him that Zhang Shiping realized it. It turned out that the other party was also a Foundation Establishment cultivator, his cultivation base was deeper than Zhang Shiping's, and that person's last glance was a bit of a warning.

Fortunately, I didn't show any malice, and I didn't have any plans to attack, otherwise the result would be really bad. Zhang Shiping shook his head, thinking thoughtfully that he had become less vigilant during this time.

Zhang Shiping flicked his sleeves, and the Fangshi formation revealed a passage that could just pass through, and he stepped in.

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On the second floor of a restaurant in Bairuifang City, at a table near the window, two people were drinking and eating.

One is a beautiful woman in colorful clothes, holding a small jasper wine glass, watching the passers-by on the street outside the window, drinking lightly with ruddy lips. In front of her was a very old man in black, with thin palms and five fingers, holding chopsticks and stretching towards a dish. It was a steamed fresh fish, sprinkled with thinly sliced ​​green and white green onions, and the dish was bubbling. heat.

This old man in black is actually only in his early sixties, and he looked quite young a few years ago, but in the past two years he has practiced a skill of weak water and dry bones. Make it like this.

Suddenly the beautiful woman's hand trembled, and the jasper wine glass fell to the ground and broke into pieces. The old man in black saw that her third sister lost her composure.

"Third Sister, what's the matter?" the old man in black asked.

A ray of consciousness swept over from the street and snorted heavily in the beautiful woman's ear. The beautiful woman didn't bother to answer her elder brother, stood up and bowed in the direction of the street, regardless of whether the other party saw it or not. Have you heard, "I still hope that seniors will forgive me."

After more than a dozen breaths, the beautiful woman straightened her waist, her makeup was stained by sweat, she sat slumped on a chair, and the old man in black asked urgently, "Third sister..."

The beautiful woman reached out her hand to stop her elder brother's inquiry, looked at him with both eyes, and shook her head, telling him not to talk too much.

On the second floor of the restaurant, there were a few tables of monks who were eating. Seeing the fearful look of the beautiful woman, they chuckled lightly, and raised their glasses to each other in twos and threes.

When Zhang Shiping was walking on the street, he found someone was watching him, and the other party shrank back as soon as he touched him with his spiritual sense. Zhang Shiping followed the direction he came, and after sweeping his spiritual sense, he found that it was from a Qi training period on the second floor of the restaurant. The woman snorted coldly in her ear as a warning.

Zhang Shiping withdrew his consciousness, he didn't care about the woman's affairs, he just punished him slightly, and walked towards Zhengyang Tower with big strides.

The auction held by Zhengyangzong in Bairuifang City will be held in Zhengyang Building three days later, Zhang Shiping will go there first to see if the seniors in charge of the auction have any arrangements.

He didn't know if there was any golden alchemist uncle or uncle in Fangshi this time.

When Zhang Shiping walked to Zhengyang Building and took out the token of the inner disciple, he was greeted by the respectful voices of "Master Uncle" from the two Qi training disciples standing at the door. He entered the building, and a maid in front of him was leading the way.

In a hall, a monk of the late stage of Foundation Establishment sat cross-legged on a futon with his eyes closed. Below him were four Foundation Establishment monks in Zhengyangzong costumes on his left, and three on his right. Only the last futon was left empty. of.

Zhang Shiping was led by the maid, and saw that he was the last to come. He apologized to the senior brothers of the sect, and then sat cross-legged on the futon. After a while, the senior brother in the late stage of foundation establishment opened his eyes. Come, arrange some matters for the auction in a few days.

The Zhengyang Sect has held this kind of auction for countless times, and there are already established regulations. As long as people at the meeting are prevented from making trouble, it will be fine, and generally there will be no major problems.

As for leaving Fangshi, it has nothing to do with Zhengyangzong.