Journey To Longevity

In this humble little family or sect, he seemed to see what the Zhang family looked like when they were in Baiyuan Mountain.

He was still in the clan at that time, and the Zhang family only had two foundation cultivators, the elderly elder Zhang Qiyue, the patriarch Zhang Huaiyu at the time, and several elders who were in the later stage of Qi refining. But not much better.

After reminiscing for a while, Zhang Shiping put away his miscellaneous thoughts, turned around and disappeared.

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Time flies, and three years have passed in a flash.

In the Zhang Family School in the Chongling Mountains in Binhai City, an old man in a Confucian shirt was walking back and forth between the desks holding a ruler in his hand.

There are more than 20 children in the hall, holding brushes, dangling on the rice paper, writing big characters.

"The cloud is against the rain, the snow is against the wind, and the evening photo is against the clear sky. Laihong is against the going swallow, and the old bird is against the singing insect. The three-foot sword, the six-jun bow, the north of the mountain is against the east of the river. The palace of clear heat in the world, and the palace of light and cold in the sky. Both sides of the strait The willows are green at dawn, and the apricot blossoms are red in the spring rain in a garden. The wind and frost on the two temples, the early traveler; the misty rain, the late fishing man by the stream."

These children only wrote down this paragraph of Mongolian Xuewen, and then filled the huge rice paper.

After the old man saw that all the children had finished writing, he walked out of the school corridor and gently shook the copper bell.

Bells, bells...

The crisp bell sounded into the distance.

As soon as the children in the school heard the sound, although they were still kneeling on the futons, they couldn't hold back the excitement on their faces, and their minds were already outside.

Not far away, Zhang Shiping and Zhang Tianwu were sitting and drinking tea in a bamboo pavilion. The sound of the bell and the sound of the wind came to their ears.

"The monkeys are out of class, how is Tianming's studies?" Zhang Shiping said with a smile.

"Fair." Zhang Tianwu said.

Zhang family disciples naturally don't need to be like secular students, studying day and night for the sake of scientific examinations to become officials.

Therefore, the school only opened for the first half of the day, and what these blank children only learned were some elementary articles and common sense in practice, and the remaining half of the day was used for them to exercise their muscles and bones and soak in medicinal baths.

"Academically, although they are not required to know all the classics, they can't be ignored. You go and call the lecturer." Zhang Shiping ordered the servants outside the pavilion.

"Yes, Patriarch." The servant outside the pavilion bowed and said.

After answering the words, the servant immediately performed his lightness kung fu, striding several feet away in one step, he walked towards the school like the wind.

Such a skill is also a top figure in the secular world, comparable to a master and the like.

But this is just some children in the Zhang family who don't have spiritual roots and turn to practice martial arts.

Soon the servant came to the school, the old man in Confucian shirt was walking along the book case, looking over one by one, seeing that there were occasional mistakes on the rice paper, he circled it with a pen.

After a while, he read all the articles.

"Tianyu, what's the matter?" The old man looked up and saw the servant at the door, and asked.

"The ancestor is listening to Songting, calling you over!" Zhang Tianyu said.

"Ancestor is here?" The old man was surprised, but he had learned a lot in nourishing his energy through studying for many years, and then his face regained his composure, and he walked quickly with the servant.

After walking three or five miles of mountain paths, the old man and the servant had arrived outside Tingsong Pavilion.

"Wen Shao pays homage to the two patriarchs!" The old man bowed and said with meticulous etiquette.

"Come in, sit down." Zhang Shiping said.

Zhang Wenshao hesitated for a while, then walked into the pavilion and sat down.

"Taste it, this tea is good." Zhang Shiping said, he poured a cup of tea casually, put it in front of the old man, and filled the teacup in front of Zhang Tianwu.

The old man quickly thanked him, after all, the one in front of him was the patriarch of the family, although he looked young, he was over 320 years old, much older than him.

Then he picked up the teacup and took a sip.

Entering the spirit tea, an extremely pure spiritual energy nourished Zhang Wenshao's old body, and this man suddenly glowed with glory.

"How is the children's studies now?" Zhang Shiping asked.

"Today, there are twenty-six children in total, among which Tianming, Tianhan, Tianyao, and Tianjing are the most outstanding. They have already begun to learn elementary school, and they have the ability of photographic memory." Zhang Wenshao replied.

"Well, it's good to teach. But those pedantic concepts of ignorance, loyalty, filial piety, don't talk about it, understand?" Zhang Shiping said.

"It's natural." Zhang Wenshao said, although he is from Zhang Guo, but he has read a lot of truths through the depths of his studies.

These children of the main line will be monks in the future, which are different from ordinary Zhang family disciples.

After Zhang Shiping finished explaining, he chatted with this secular scholar of the Zhang family, from which he also learned more or less about the current situation in Zhang State.

After nearly two hundred years of inheritance, the successive monarchs of Zhang Guozhong have worked hard to rule, and some have been incompetent, but because of the existence of monks from the Zhang family, there is no such thing as the so-called power and authority, and there are no those who can really influence the court. family.

Generally speaking, Zhang Guomin's life is still quite clear, and the people can at least live on.

Nowadays, in Nanzhou, most of the royal families of the dynasty have monks behind them.

Zhang Guo is backed by the Zhang family, and the Yan family has established more dynasties and countries in the secular world, there are three.

As for the other Nascent Souls of the Xuanyuan Sect, as well as the Inner Sect Golden Core monks, they more or less have countries they support.

These secular countries, for the high-level monks behind them, collect some exotic flowers and plants from the previous year, or some strange things related to practice.

In the past two hundred years, Zhang Guo has collected a lot of things for the Zhang family, the most valuable of which are three thousand-year-old elixir, and several caves that are suspected to be ancient repairs.

Of course, these suspected ancient cave mansions, whose owners are not too high-level, Zhang Shiping did not explore, but left it to Li Zheng Hengyun and Zhang Tianwu to deal with them.

The three chatted for a long time.

Suddenly, Zhang Shiping's face turned pale, he raised his head slightly, and looked towards the direction of the South China Sea.

Following the direction of his gaze, it was in the Mingxin Courtyard on the edge of the Sea Clan's territory in the South China Sea hundreds of thousands of miles away.

In the wind and snow, tens of thousands of cold cicadas and ghosts that looked like blue stars swept past, leaving behind a few ice sculptures with frightened faces.

And in the storage bag of Bai Shisheng, the old man of the Bai family, a ray of spiritual light suddenly flew out, transforming into the appearance of Zhang Shiping.

But as soon as he appeared, before he made any movement, the spirit collapsed away.

Relying on the connection between the spirit and soul, he sensed the condition of the spirit that he left behind three years ago, he couldn't help but sighed, and at the same time secretly said in his heart that it's fortunate!

"It seems that the monk who took away Bi Yu is now in the Mingxin Bieyuan." Zhang Shiping thought to himself.

"What happened to the ancestor?" Zhang Tianwu saw that Zhang Shiping was in a daze, and asked.

"It's okay, the Bai family that you have been monitoring all these years, let's deal with it in a while, don't leave any traces." Zhang Shiping said calmly.

"Understood." Zhang Tianwu said.