Longevity and Immortal Cultivation: Starting from Controlling Your Own Essence

Zhang Yao looked at the young man on the small fishing boat.

To be precise, it was a long sword on the young man's back. The color and pattern of the hilt made him somewhat familiar.

"It's... the Akasaka Sword."

Zhang Yao's expression was in a trance for a while, and he quickly came back to his senses, and his thoughts changed:

"Unexpectedly, after two hundred years, I will see this Scarlet Heaven Sword again."

"So... this young man may be a descendant of the Zhao family, so I can't just sit idly by."

Thinking of this, he immediately stood up, waved his sleeves and walked away.

The surface of the vast lake is like walking on flat ground.

miles away.

On the small fishing boat, the gray-bearded old man was paddling desperately, with beads of sweat faintly visible on his forehead.

The boy beside him, about twelve or thirteen years old, was also helping to paddle, but it was obviously struggling.

"They're about to catch up..."

The boy looked back, and couldn't help showing a hint of despair.

The other party was chasing after them, and the speed of the boat was obviously faster than them. The only way to survive was to row into the foggy restricted area in Baibo Lake, praying that the other party would hit the rocks and sink the ship first.

But looking at it now, they might not be able to survive the fog restricted area, and they will be caught up first.

"Um?"

But at this moment, the boy seemed to have discovered something and was taken aback for a moment.

For some reason, the several awning boats chasing after them gradually deviated from their direction.

Although the pursuers on the boat were still yelling and cursing in their mouths, they didn't seem to see them in their eyes, and they went straight to the place where there was no one.

"How is this going……"

The young man was overjoyed at first, and then showed a trace of uneasiness.

This was obviously not a pre-arranged drama, if those pursuers really wanted to let him live, they wouldn't chase him to the depths of Baibo Lake.

Looking at the appearance of those chasing soldiers, it seems that they have been hit by something evil.

"Could it be that he really hit a ghost?!"

Just when he was deeply disturbed, the old man on the side became anxious and said repeatedly:

"Xiao Xianggong, you can't stop, hurry up and row hard!"

"Once we are caught up by them, we will have to eat Daoban noodles, and we will be sunk into the lake to feed the fish!"

The boy shook his head, pointed at the pursuers behind him, and said:

"Look, they seem to lose sight of us..."

"ah?"

Hearing this, the old man was taken aback, then turned his head to look, and when he saw the situation behind him clearly, he couldn't help showing a trace of fear:

"This, this... I haven't heard that there are still ghosts in the depths of Baibo Lake?"

"It's not haunted."

A gentle voice with a faint smile suddenly rang in the ears of the two of them.

The two turned around subconsciously, and saw a young Taoist in Taoist robes, elegant and dusty, stepping on the lake water, stepping up the bow of the boat step by step like climbing invisible steps.

This scene immediately stunned the two of them, and even the little girl who was shrinking aside opened her eyes wide and stared blankly.

"Immortal, Immortal!"

The old man shuddered all over, knelt down with a plop, kowtowed like pounding garlic, and said tremblingly:

"Meet the immortal, greet the immortal..."

The young man at the side came back to his senses, and quickly knelt down on the ground:

"Thank you, Immortal, for saving your life."

"Get up."

With a wave of Zhang Yao's sleeves, the bodies of the two were lifted up by invisible mana, and they stood up straight involuntarily.

After the boy stood up straight, Zhang Yao looked at him carefully before saying:

"Where did the Akasaka Sword you carry come from?"

"Akasaka Sword?"

The boy was stunned for a moment, apparently he didn't expect the Immortal of the Lake to ask about the sword first.

"This is a family heirloom."

The young man was quite clever, and after replying, he quickly removed the long sword behind his back and held it up with both hands respectfully.

"Shua!"

Zhang Yao took the long sword and drew it out of its sheath, seeing the cold light shining and the sharpness as before.

On the three-foot-long blade, there is no chipping or curling, and there is no rust at all. It is obvious that it has been carefully maintained from time to time.

"I haven't seen you for two hundred years, but the sharpness remains the same..."

Zhang Yao sighed, and put the Scarlet Firmament Sword back into its scabbard.

"Two hundred years?"

The boy was taken aback for a moment, and couldn't help asking;

"Immortal saw this Scarlet Firmament Sword two hundred years ago?"

"good."

Zhang Yao nodded slightly and asked:

"Is your surname Zhao?"

"right."

The young man answered honestly:

"The boy's name is Zhao Hechu. This Scarlet Heaven Sword was passed down by our ancestor Zhao Ling."

"That's right."

A look of understanding appeared on Zhang Yao's face, and he asked again:

"Then how did you end up in this situation? What kind of force is chasing and killing you?"

Hearing this, the young man couldn't help showing a trace of sadness on his face, and his voice was dull:

"Immortals don't know something, this group of people are all subordinates of the Qingping Sect..."

"Qingping religion?"

Zhang Yao was taken aback for a moment.

"right……"

The young man collected himself and spoke about his experience.

Zhang Yao went to the world several times, but never paid attention to the affairs of Jianghu. After hearing his story this time, he understood the reason of the matter.

It all started two hundred years ago.

Two hundred years ago, before Zhang Yao went south to search for the immortal way, he entrusted Qing Zhuo, the head teacher of the Qingping Palace, with the pinnacle of martial arts, the "Qingxu Zhenjing".

Qing Zhuo didn't care about it at the time, and when he read it afterwards, he found it as a treasure, and listed it as the supreme secret of Qingping Palace, only the most outstanding disciples can practice it.

Thanks to the "Qingxu Zhenjing", Qingping Palace produced more than a dozen martial arts masters in a row in the following hundred years, becoming a prominent and powerful Daoist sect in the south.

Many years later:

The Qingping Palace was renamed Qingpingjiao, respecting Daoist Qingxu as its patriarch, with tens of thousands of disciples under its command, and its influence spread all over the southern states. It has nearly ten masters sitting in the town, which is unrivaled in the world.

"……etc!"

Zhang Yao couldn't help interrupting him when he heard his narration:

"Qingping Sect respects Daoist Qingxu as the patriarch? I'm afraid this is wrong."

"As far as I know, the patriarch who founded the Qingping Palace was the 'Taihe Zhenren' more than three hundred years ago."

The inheritance of Qingping Palace has a complete pedigree, and Zhang Yao still remembers it.

Even though there was a great turmoil that destroyed the Taoist discs and tablets in the palace, but Qingzhuo and the elder Guanyuan Master were there, and they would definitely reshape the lineage.

How come two hundred years have passed, but he, the "Reverend Qingxu", somehow became the patriarch who founded Qingping Palace?

"I'm not sure about that."

The boy hesitated for a moment, then whispered:

"My father once mentioned that it seems that when Qingpingjiao changed its name decades ago, a dispute over orthodoxy broke out within the sect."

"In the end, it was the current Headmaster Department that won, and the Qingping Palace was renamed accordingly, and the Daoist Qingxu who left behind the "Qingxu Zhenjing" was enshrined as the patriarch."

"……I see."

Hearing his words, Zhang Yao immediately understood.

The seemingly simple support for respecting who is the patriarch is actually an internal faction division.

Controversy over orthodoxy is nothing more than a fig leaf. It is essentially a struggle for internal power distribution and discourse power.

The "Qingxu Zhenjing" left by him back then is the supreme secret book of martial arts, and it can be said to be the new foundation of the Qingping Palace, so it is not surprising to have this kind of treatment.