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Uncle Zheng knew that these immortal masters had weird personalities, and nine out of ten in the village were mortals. The immortal masters were not interested in dealing with them, so he changed his words and said, "Forget it, A Jian, go to the mountain and call your brother back. Immortal master, A Jian Jian’s brother also has spiritual roots, and it was his blessing to be able to meet the immortal master..."

The red-armed young man said "Oh" and hurried out of the yard.

Shi Feng followed Old Uncle Zheng into the door. The main hall of the house was quite spacious, but inside there were firewood, carts, axes, bamboo poles, and other messy things piled all over the floor.

Shi Feng looked around with interest. In fact, he was cautious by nature. Every time he went to a strange place, he had to let go of his consciousness and check it carefully.

After confirming that there was nothing unusual around him, Shi Feng stepped inside.

"Please sit down, please sit down."

"Thank you!"

Shi Feng casually moved a bamboo stool and sat down at the table.

Uncle Zheng hurriedly took a copper pot to boil water, and brewed two cups of spiritual tea, "Master Immortal, try it. Although my spiritual tea is not valuable, I grew it myself, and it is quite fragrant..." "

Shi Feng waved his hand, "Old Uncle Zheng, you are welcome, and you don't need me as an immortal master. You are also a member of the Tao sect, so just call me senior brother."

"How dare you, how dare you, Immortal... Your Majesty, please have some tea."

Shi Feng nodded, but did not drink tea. Seeing Old Uncle Zheng beaming with joy and busying himself, Shi Feng felt quite unbearable and didn't know how to speak.

"Uncle Zheng, you don't have to be busy, sit down and talk."

"Yes Yes."

Old Uncle Zheng took a sip of the spirit tea and asked tentatively, "Your Majesty, did my younger brother ask you to come here?"

In the bones of the black turtle, Long Er said with a smile, "Looking at the old man's eyes shining, I thought my nephew had asked someone to bring him something good again. Unfortunately, what he brought back this time was ashes..."

Seeing Shi Feng's sad expression, the white fox shouted in a low voice, "Old obscene dragon, shut your mouth!"

"I am a dragon, why do I have a bird's beak? Are you calling a stupid bird?"

"Yes, yes." Shi Feng hesitated, "I heard Zheng Tong said that he grew up in this village?"

"Yes." Old Uncle Zheng stroked his white beard, "Xiao Tong's mother died when he was born, and his father has no spiritual roots and is a mortal, running around in the tea business.

When Xiaotong was less than twelve years old, his father also fell ill and passed away. After that, Xiaotong lived with me. "

He pointed to the hall on the east side, "Well, he used to live in that room, and I have kept it untouched."

"Oh? Really?" Shi Feng walked over and took a look with interest. The room was not big, just a bed, a table and a chair, but it was very clean and spotless. It seemed that Old Man Zheng cleaned it frequently.

"...This kid doesn't talk much, but he is very ruthless in what he does." Mr. Zheng continued, "Once, he went up the mountain alone to cut moso bamboo, and happened to encounter a big tiger. Hey! That big tiger was big enough. It weighs three to four hundred kilograms.

Xiao Tong did not run away or call for help. He just fought with the tiger for a day with a hatchet and hacked the tiger to death. After that, he made a bamboo bracket and dragged the tiger back to the village.

That day, everyone in the village was shocked. Everyone came to the yard to watch. I said at that time, this child will definitely have a future when he grows up! "

Old Uncle Zheng opened his chatterbox and gushed for a while, "I thought, we must not bury him. I asked someone to inquire about the sect's registration for the test, and gave Boss Lu of Shangling Village thirty spiritual stones to get a quota. .

Hehe, Boss Lu kept laughing at me at the beginning, saying that my classmates were stupid and it was just a waste of time to go there.

What's the result? Haha, our little boy is very talented..."

In the bones of Xuangui, Long Er curled his lips and said, "Bragging! Zheng Tong's qualifications are mediocre."

"...passed the sect test in one try..."

"Twice, okay? The first time I almost went back to my hometown."

"....And he was directly accepted as a disciple by the elders of the sect..."

"Nonsense! Shi Laosan was not an elder at that time, and he is not an elder of the sect even now."

"...Cultivation progresses rapidly..."

"It took decades to build the foundation. It's very poor."

"...Now he has reached the pinnacle of foundation building and is about to form a core..."

"Now he is in mourning..."

This Long Er is really a talkative person. Even through the black turtle bones, he can still argue with Mr. Zheng every word.

Shi Feng's second soul was upset when he heard this, and shouted, "Long Er, can you stop talking?"

The more Mr. Zheng talked, the more excited he became, "...Shangling Village has only produced one foundation-building monk for hundreds of years, so it feels proud all day long.

Ever since our junior classmate built the foundation, when Mr. Lu saw me, he was no longer as arrogant as before.

Later, I heard that Xiaotong was preparing to form an elixir, and Boss Lu brought a lot of things to me. For the first time, he came to visit me and said a lot of compliments..."

"Old Uncle Zheng, Old Uncle Zheng..." Shi Feng shouted repeatedly, but could not interrupt Old Uncle Zheng's conversation.

Uncle Zheng was so thirsty as he talked that he drank the tea in one go and continued, "...I was too lazy to pay attention to him. After he talked for a long time, I found out that he had a grandson who also had a golden spirit root and wanted to ask Xiaotong for help. The entrance leads to Iron Sword Peak.

snort! He doesn’t even think about it, there are all the gods flying around in Iron Sword Peak, who could take a fancy to him..."

"Ahem, Uncle Zheng..."

Uncle Zheng finally heard it and stopped what he was saying, "I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I talk a lot, so please forgive me."

"Nothing, nothing." Shi Feng said carefully, "Old man Zheng, in fact, monks are not gods, but they have better magical powers..."

"Yes Yes Yes."

"...Monks are also subject to birth, old age, sickness and death, especially the higher you go, the greater the risk. Among mortals, only one in a hundred has spiritual roots, and those who have spiritual roots can build a foundation, and only one in a hundred can build a foundation and form elixirs. The cream of the crop again.

Nowadays, there are thousands of monks in Taiji Sect, but there are only about twenty Jindan. Many monks have worked hard to practice, but in the end they are unable to break through, or their lifespan has expired, or they have gone crazy, and like mortals, they have turned into withered bones in the grave.

In fact, even if one has reached the level of Nascent Soul and has cultivated the void, as long as he cannot ascend to the immortal world, he will inevitably die in the end. The only matter is sooner or later.

And since ancient times, how many people have been able to ascend? "

When Old Uncle Zheng first heard it, he echoed it repeatedly, but the more he listened, the more confused he became, "Your Majesty, I don't understand what you mean..."

Shi Feng sighed, "There are some things I can't say, but I can only tell the truth. Zheng Tong has passed away!"

"What!" With a clang, the teacup fell to the ground and broke into pieces.

"How is this possible? Is this a mistake?" Old Uncle Zheng opened his eyes wide. "Years ago, he told me that everything was safe. Why did it suddenly disappear?"

"Old man, I am not mistaken. This time, I am bringing Zheng Tong's ashes back. Before he died, he said that he hoped to be buried next to his parents."

With that said, Shi Feng took out the jade box from his bag and placed it gently on the table.

The jade box was engraved with "Zheng Tong, Disciple of Iron Sword Peak". Of course, these seven words were added by Shi Feng afterwards.

When Old Uncle Zheng saw it, he stood up tremblingly and held the jade box with his hand. The joy he had just felt suddenly turned into sadness. He couldn't help but burst into tears and cried out.

Shi Feng felt sad and turned away, unable to bear to speak.

At this time, footsteps sounded outside the door, and the bare-armed young man panted and led another man in green into the room.

The big man was half a head taller than his younger brother, with a black beard on his upper lip and dark skin. He is also a Qi practitioner, and his cultivation level is probably between the sixth and seventh levels.

As soon as the two brothers walked in, they heard their grandfather wailing there. They didn't know what happened and stood aside without daring to speak.

After crying for a quarter of an hour, Old Man Zheng wiped his tears with his sleeve. He tried to open the box, but with his little skills, how could he possibly open the seal set by Xuan Yi himself.

Shi Feng waved his hand, "Old man, these bone boxes have been sealed by the elders of the sect. You can't open them."