Journey To Longevity

Zhang Shiping frowned, he didn't expect that it took him so long to cultivate the Fire Crow Mask, and the three years originally set were not enough. It is true that there is no time to practice.

Zhang Shiping felt the magic power of his own dantian. For four years, he practiced exercises in the Youhuosha Well. During this period, he was in a state of fetal breathing. Without the assistance of the bronze lamp, his own cultivation has not yet reached the second floor of the foundation. , Zhang Shiping estimated the mana in his dantian, and after half a year of hard work, he should be able to advance.

Zhang Shiping grinned wryly. Eight or nine years have passed since he established the foundation. The previous time was due to the lack of foundation-building exercises. Even with the aid of bronze lamps, his cultivation did not increase much. "Qingxuan "Fire Control Art" is after all a qi training technique. For a foundation-building monk like Zhang Shiping, it is used to accumulate mana, which is a bit slower.

In the intervening period of more than a year, Zhang Shiping transferred his mana from "Qingxuan Yuhuo Jue" to "Fire Crow Jue", and his cultivation base hardly increased.

But later, he practiced "Fire Crow Jue" almost without sleep, and practiced for more than four years.

Zhang Shiping shook his head, the road of practice is more and more difficult step by step, he is only in the early stage of foundation establishment, if it is in the middle and late stage of foundation establishment, wouldn't it take longer.

The two woodcutters walking in front, seeing Zhang Shiping stop to look at the notice, smiled wryly and shook their heads, thinking that they were scholars who shook their heads when they read books.

There were about a dozen bare-bottomed children running around at the head of the village. When they saw strangers coming in from the village, they all surrounded Zhang Shiping. From time to time poke your head out.

In the village, there were not many elderly villagers sitting under the old tree, only two or three with gray hair and few teeth, smiling and looking at the children.

Zhang Shiping strode forward, and the children immediately dispersed. Zhang Shiping walked up to the two villagers who were chopping firewood and said goodbye to them. When he left, he put a small piece of broken silver in each of their pockets without anyone noticing it, as a reward for their kindness.

It's getting late now, if I don't leave by myself, I will stay at the villagers' house that night, and it will be inconvenient for me to practice.

Zhang Shiping left the village quickly, much faster than when the three of them walked together just now. After leaving the village, Zhang Shiping walked a few miles by himself, seeing no one around, he drove the flying magic weapon into the sky.

After flying for a while, most of the red sun in the sky has set down the mountain, leaving only the afterglow of dusk, and the distant scenery is gradually fading into the night.

Zhang Shiping also landed in a forest, and spread out his spiritual consciousness, looking for a place to rest, to see if there were any caves, tree holes or the like, otherwise he could just find a place and spend the night.

After a while, Zhang Shiping withdrew his consciousness and looked at the front with great interest. After thinking for only a few breaths, he used Qi Containment and Invisibility to hide his own breath. After a while, Zhang Shiping arrived The place where the spiritual sense just checked.

Zhang Shiping lightly landed on the branch, and saw a boy about eleven or twelve years old in front of him, holding a three-foot Qingfeng long sword, fighting with a middle-aged man with beard.

Looking from a distance, Zhang Shiping saw that the middle-aged man with a beard looked like the man he had seen on the bulletin just now, the leader of the Black Tiger Village named Chen Chuan. But what interested Zhang Shiping even more was the boy, and a middle-aged man who was watching the battle with his hands behind his back. Both of them were members of the Zhang family.

This middle-aged man, whom Zhang Shiping knew, was called Zhang Tongzhong. He was of the same generation as Zhang Tongan, but their blood relationship was not very close. Zhang Shiping didn't even need to use the Sky Eye Technique, just looking at the faint spiritual pressure on his body, he knew that Zhang Tongzhong was now a monk at the seventh level of Qi training.

And Zhang Shiping didn't know that young man, thinking about it, it has been more than ten years since he joined Zhengyang Sect at the age of sixteen. At that time, this Zhang family boy might not have been born yet. Zhang Shiping sighed in his heart, he didn't expect that after so many years, he didn't even know the new generation in his clan.

Zhang Shiping looked at the young man, his experience in life and death fighting was obviously not as good as that bearded leader of Heihuzhai, but the young man relied on the sharpness of the long sword in his hand, and he was as powerful as the Chen Chuan bandit leader.

Chen Chuan was also concerned about Zhang Tongzhong who was watching the battle. This Chen Chuan, who had been the leader of Heihuzhai for many years, was gnashing his teeth at Zhang Tongzhong. But it was the elder of that young man, who looked like a ghost, and appeared in front of his eyes in a blink of an eye. With a light wave of his sleeve, he was repelled, and he retreated a dozen steps slowly, but he did not receive any internal injuries. , obviously the martial arts is much higher than his own.

Chen Chuan has been wandering in the rivers and lakes for so long, and he immediately thought of the practices of some big families, treating him as a sharpening stone. The middle-aged man next to him is too high in martial arts, and he is probably already in the legendary innate realm, and he is far from it. opponent.

It was as if a heavy rock was pressing down on his heart, and the only way for him to survive now was to defeat that young man and then use it to kidnap him to leave. It's just that the young man's long sword is sharp, and Chen Chuan, the black tiger's claws, has not been trained to be invulnerable. He can only fight against the young man based on his experience.

Zhang Shiping seemed to see his previous appearance, his figure flashed, and he no longer hid, and a person appeared outside Zhang Tongzhong's Zhang Xu Kai. Zhang Tongzhong's original expression of Zhizhu, looking at Zhang Shiping, a monk in black, did not know who this person was. He appeared next to him from time to time, but he didn't notice it, and his face changed drastically in an instant.

Mana surged all over his body, and he was ready. With one hand on the storage bag, he subconsciously distanced himself from Zhang Shiping.

Zhang Shiping knew that he had frightened him, "Don't be afraid of this uncle, I am also from the Zhang family." Zhang Shiping's tone softened, and a token representing the identity of Zhang's elders appeared in front of Zhang Tongzhong. The terrifying spiritual pressure did not move towards Zhang Tongzhong, and Zhang Shiping controlled the spiritual pressure within three feet around his body.

Zhang Tongzhong could clearly feel the spiritual pressure emanating from Zhang Shiping, the aura was deep, and it was obviously the cultivation of the foundation period. He also understood that if Zhang Shiping wanted to harm him, he would have died long ago.

Zhang Tongzhong took the token with both hands. He also knew that a sect foundation monk appeared in the family many years ago. Originally, he remembered Zhang Shiping's appearance through the family jade slips, but he hadn't seen Zhang Shiping for many years. I didn't remember it, but looking at it now, the outline of the face is mostly the same, but the skin color is too fair and there is not much blood.

Zhang Tongzhong was also relieved, with a smile on his face, he was much more relaxed, and he saluted Zhang Shiping, this is the etiquette that low-level monks show to seniors in the world of cultivating immortals, and has nothing to do with the seniority of the clan. Unless the blood relationship between the two is extremely close, like father and son, brothers and sisters, there is no need to be so polite.

"Ah!" From the corner of Zhang Shiping's eyes, he has been paying attention to the young man. Just now, the big leader of the Black Tiger Village took advantage of the short time when Zhang Tongzhong and Zhang Shiping were talking, and the attack became more violent. Thinking that it was against his loyal uncle, he found an opportunity to use the talisman, and his movements became much faster. He found a flaw in Chen Chuan, stabbed his chest with a sword, and a bloody arrow spurted out as the long sword was pulled out quickly. The leader of the strongman in Heihuzhai let out a cry of pain.

The man looked desperate, and with a bit of madness, regardless of the sword wound on his body, he took out a bottle engraved with talismans from his arms, peeled off the bottle cap, and sprayed a mouthful of blood on the bottle.

A gust of cold air filled the sky with resentment, enveloping Chen Chuan in the Black Tiger Village. Frost mist and hoarfrost were all around him for a few feet, and mindless mad spirits rushed out of the bottle one after another, continuously coming from him. Squeezing into his mouth and nose, occupying his body, within a moment, the man let out a low growl like a beast, his eyes rolled white, and he stared at the Zhang family boy emotionlessly.

The young man of the Zhang family held his sword horizontally, with an aura emitting from his body, trying to block the cold and resentful energy rushing towards him.

At this time, Zhang Shiping moved faster than Zhang Tongzhong, and a body shield covered the boy, helping him block the resentment.

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