Journey To Longevity

The beautiful woman in colorful clothes and the old man in black who were in the restaurant before had more than half of the food and drinks on their table, so they paid the bill and left in a hurry.

Outside Bairuifang City, the two walked out from a boulder transformed into an illusion in the city. The beautiful woman in colorful clothes was leading the old man in black to drive the flying magic weapon. She flew all the way and kept looking back to see no one was following. She didn't stop until she came up, and the two of them flew for thirty or forty miles.

Fortunately, the old man in black and the beautiful woman in colorful clothes have been together for many years, and they trust each other, so he followed the beautiful woman in front of him without saying a word. If he had a normal relationship, how could he follow without asking a word. The old man in black looked at her anxious and terrified appearance, and the old man in black felt heavy in his heart. Usually, his third sister was very calm when encountering things.

"Brother, I just saw the monk who killed the second brother a few years ago." The voice of the beautiful woman in Caiyi was a little suspicious. After so many years, if it wasn't because her second brother died at the hands of the monk, she would not Will keep it in mind.

The old man in black was not very kind to the reckless man of his second brother, but he always had some affection in his heart. When he heard the enemy appeared, he hurriedly asked the beautiful woman in colorful clothes where that person was. He obviously wanted to take revenge and comfort his second brother. In the spirit of heaven.

"Brother, let's go, we can't avenge this revenge." The beautiful woman in colorful clothes did not answer the question of the old man in black, but said with an ugly face, "That man is now a foundation cultivator, if he remembers, we will Dead."

"Third sister, you read that right, it's only been a few years." The old man in black asked with a sullen face. He believed that his third sister had a delicate mind.

It's just that there is no immortal cultivator, it has only been a few years, from Qi training to foundation building, he is still so young, he can't believe it.

If it was a foundation-building cultivator, if he wanted to kill the two of them, how could the two of them fly dozens of miles away in one breath? It was obvious that the foundation-building cultivator didn't think of the past, or didn't think of the two of them.

Don't dare to gamble, the old man in black regretted his life, and chose to trust his third sister, "We can't stay here anymore, let's leave as soon as possible, it is best to leave the area of ​​Zhengyangzong." He said to the beautiful woman in Caiyi. If the two of them were met by that foundation cultivator again, if they were remembered, then the two of them would probably not be able to escape.

"Brother, then let's go to Xuanhuomen." The beautiful woman in Caiyi suggested.

The old man in black was very determined, "Go to Qiyunzong, if not, go to the north." After speaking, he continued to drive the flying magic weapon.

The beautiful woman in Caiyi followed behind, sighing in her heart, it seemed that my eldest brother did not intend to go back to the Zhou family in this lifetime, after so many years, the knot in his heart still cannot be untied, he is the son of Zhou Xuanxu, the elder of the Zhou family, and she also I don't know what happened between father and son.

Due to the lack of mood of the old man in black, the progress of his practice has been slow for many years.

In the past two years, he practiced Weak Water and Dry Bones Kungfu forcefully, and it was because of this that his skills backfired.

Wearing stars and wearing moons, the two flew and ran for several days as if fleeing for their lives.

On the other side, after the monks in the late stage of Zhengyangzong established the foundation, Zhang Shiping had nothing else to do, and spent the rest of the time meditating in the backyard.

Now he only has one "Fire Crow Jue", but he hasn't decided whether to practice it. During this period of time, he still uses "Qingxuan Yuhuo Jue" to practice. For the monks who established the foundation, the practice speed of this method is slow. some.

When he goes back this time, he will go to the Sutra Pavilion to see if there is a foundation-building technique suitable for him, and it is time to make a decision.

...

The auction held by Zhengyang Sect in Bairuifang City was not in the city. Zhang Shiping followed the monks in the later stage of foundation establishment of the Zongmen and flew to a hill outside Fangshi where Zhengyang Sect was stationed.

There is a tiankeng in the belly of this hill. Zhengyangzong modified it into a magnificent hall, which is more than ten acres in size and divided into more than a dozen rooms of different sizes.

In a hall with an area of ​​about one mu of land, the shape is semicircular, and the seats at the back are higher than the next floor, and they are far away from each other. There are already more than a dozen foundation-building monks sitting on it.

Everyone wore different clothes and costumes, some of them wore black cloaks and masks and did not dare to show their true colors, and some of them showed their true colors.

Zhang Shiping was also wearing a black cloak and a green-patterned mask to prevent others from being scanned by his consciousness, pretending to be a Foundation Establishment cultivator who dared not show his true colors, and mixed in with a dozen people.

It is said that it is to prevent other people from making trouble, and the guard auction will proceed normally, but in fact, it is not because the price of the treasures that the sect has brought out is too low, otherwise this late-stage monk would not have given Zhang Shiping a reserve price list for the treasures.

Nearly a hundred Foundation Establishment monks entered the hall again. The one who came in earlier was sitting next to Zhang Shiping. There was a monk with a crying mask whose figure was like a bamboo pole, chatting with a fat monk with a belly as big as a bucket.

He asked in a low voice: "You Daoyou Ye, you are such a frank person, you don't even wear a mask."

"My fellow daoist, look at my figure. I just wear a mask. I, Ye Wushuang, should know the old man, so I don't wear it at all, so as to save trouble." He patted his big belly and laughed loudly. There was a crackling sound, as if the stomach was full of water.

"Ahem." A black-clothed monk with a cat face coughed, "You two, please keep your voice down."

After another two hours, the sun was shining outside, and the tiankeng was still as cold as ice water. Finally, a few Foundation Establishment monks came in hiding their heads and covering their faces.

Several Foundation Establishment cultivators who came in first and waited for a long time wanted to ask when it would start, but suddenly a tyrannical consciousness swept across the entire auction venue.

Zhang Shiping was startled, sure enough the master Jindan of the Zongmen came here, but he didn't know which one it was. There were a few Foundation Establishment cultivators who were whispering at first, and they were also silent at the moment.

At this time, three foundation-building monks came out from the side door, and the one in the middle was the late-stage foundation-building monk. On the left and right are two middle-stage foundation-establishment monks of the Zongmen. They look like middle-aged people, with expressionless faces, as cold as ice.

"Dear friends, welcome to the auction held by Zhengyangzong. This auction is hosted by the old man. There are 36 treasures in total this time. For details, you can look at the jade slips on the table. More to say." The monk in the late period of Zhengyangzong's foundation establishment had a low voice, and pointed at the green jade slip on the monk's table, "Of course the rules are still the same. Mortgage of spiritual objects, the specific price will be evaluated by the three of us. Please rest assured, the three of us will definitely evaluate according to the market price, the price is fair, and there is no deception."

After looking around at the hundreds of foundation-building monks sitting on the stage, the late foundation-building monk of Zhengyangzong continued, "Finally, after the auction of the treasures is over, fellow Taoists can also exchange valuable treasures with me at Zhengyangzong. none."

He took out a blue-colored mirror from the storage bag, surrounded by silver-white metal engravings, with simple and elegant decorations, and the mirror in the middle is bronze-colored and polished brightly, "Now the old man doesn't say anything else. , the first treasure in this auction is the second-grade low-grade magic weapon Chunyang Snow Melting Mirror, which is made of Youhuoyanghanyu, which has been refined for forty-nine days in Yinfengshahuo..."

This senior brother doesn't seem to be very talkative, but when he talks, one thing follows another, introducing Chunyang Xuerong Xuejing to the heavens and the earth.

But many of the Foundation Establishment cultivators present seemed to have gone through a lot of battles, and none of them were interested in this statement.

For this deserted situation, Zhang Shiping looked at the senior brother, without any embarrassment on his face, it seemed that he had expected it.

After a few breaths, a few monks who practiced the ice-cold technique opened their mouths to offer prices slowly, and the prices gradually increased.

Zhang Shiping, who was under the green pattern mask, was relieved. Just now, the price of a monk sitting at the back was already higher than the bottom line, so he didn't need to raise the price.