Taoist companions help me live forever

Since the main line of the Zhao family returned to the clan, there have been many battles in the Zhao family.

After all, there are only so many places where you can eat meat. In addition, the Zhao family in Shangyang City considers themselves the main line of the Zhao family and where the Zhao family's elite lies. Even the newly established Zhao family is part of the main line.

Now that he is back, he should be in charge of the Zhao family.

However, they didn't know the real person's face, and they couldn't figure out who was the boss after fighting with their fellow tribesmen for a long time.

In the end, Zhao Jia directly suppressed them with thunder. Under the stimulation of more than ten thousand spirit stones, his fellow clan members were nothing.

Those who dissatisfied will all turn into ashes.

All the others were also expelled as collateral members and assigned to the mines, medicine gardens and spiritual fields, where they worked according to their work.

Only a few people avoided accidents, such as Zhao Jia's own relatives and those close to Zhao Shiwen in the Sanfang lineage.

It wasn't until a long time later, when Yu Xian asked accidentally, that I realized that the main line of the Zhao family had become history.

So the day became completely peaceful.

Spring has passed and autumn has come, five years later.

It's dark outside.

The fragrant girl's boudoir is dotted with pearls, and bright light formations are engraved on the ceiling. At this moment, the light is dimmed, making the room a little more ambiguous.

The suppressed breathing suddenly stopped.

Magnolia's bright eyes stared at the snow-white bed curtain, feeling as if the fine mesh had swallowed up her soul.

After a long time.

After regaining some strength, she habitually wrapped herself in a silky quilt, as if this would give her a sense of security.

Her body is still as delicate as a girl, her voice is still crisp, her eyes are still clear, and the years seem to be particularly kind to her.

Because she was on drugs.

The Dingyan Pill, which costs one hundred spiritual stones in the market, was bought by her husband for the unfair price of three hundred spiritual stones.

So she was always frozen in her best moments.

She looked sideways and saw her husband lying lazily, turning into the character Tai, with a smile on his face from time to time, looking silly.

She squirmed like a bug a few times and leaned her head against his side, feeling that if the years went on like this forever, she would definitely be willing.

Yu Xian habitually held Magnolia under his body, gently stroking her hair with his palms, giving her gentle comfort.

His eyes never left the green panel at the bottom of his field of vision.

[Name: Yu Xian]

[Cultivation: Late stage of foundation building (2/110000)]

[Taoist Companion: Magnolia (1/2)]

Just at the last moment, after practicing day and night, he finally broke through the late stage of foundation building before the age of fifty, and stood firmly at the top of the world of immortal cultivation in Shangyang City.

It’s just the training points needed in the later stages of foundation building…

A total of 110,000. With the current progress of 200 cultivation points a month, it would take him a full 550 months, which is a full forty-five years.

Forty-five years later, he reached the peak of foundation building. At that time, he was a few years short of turning 100, and was comparable to the ancestor of the Jiang family who was once the number one monk in Shangyang City.

Such a comparison.

Yu Xian felt that he could do it again.

And compared to Patriarch Jiang, who finally couldn't get the golden elixir, he only had to follow the steps to condense the golden elixir on his bed.

After all, the golden finger is such an inconvenient thing. There is no need to seek opportunities for golden elixirs or magical elixirs.

"Forty-five years is not too long."

Yu Xian slid his palm down and squeezed it out of habit.

"Ms. sir, what did you say?"

Magnolia felt the warmth in her palms, they were an old couple, and her cheeks still inevitably turned red.

Yu Xian pressed his palms slightly and said with a smile:

"I'm wondering when you will be able to practice Qi to perfection, and then how many foundation-building pills should I prepare for you to make a breakthrough?"

Yulan couldn't help but show a bit of frustration.

"It's all because Yulan is too stupid. She wasted so many spirit stones on my husband, and his cultivation is getting slower and slower."

In five years, even with Yu Xian's full support, he had exhausted all kinds of pills to improve his cultivation.

She has only advanced a small level, and can barely break through to the eighth level of Qi training.

"Have you encountered a bottleneck? Your practice was going too smoothly before. It's normal to encounter a bottleneck at this time.

I had been stuck at the third level to the fourth level of Qi training for more than three years. If I hadn't encountered the opportunity, I might have been stuck for another ten or eight years.

Once you break through this bottleneck, it will be much easier to practice all the way to perfection in Qi training. "

Yu Xian thought of himself who was so stuck on the third level of Qi training, and felt inexplicably like he was in another world.

In the early stage of Yu Lan's practice, he was baptized by his foundation-building magic power, and all the meridians were connected. Therefore, although the speed of practice was not fast, she never encountered any bottlenecks.

It was not until the later stages of Qi training that her aptitude became increasingly apparent.

Apart from other things, the resources invested in Yulan were enough to train two monks with perfect Qi training, but she was only at the eighth level of Qi training.

This made Yu Xian realize that the problem with Yulan's qualifications would become more serious in the later stages.

The stage of Qi training is okay now, but the stage of foundation building may pass with a little more hard work.

However, the realm of golden elixir requires breaking through the Three Nine Thunder Tribulations. How can a monk like Yulan, who is purely addicted to drugs and not good at fighting, survive.

The ancestor of the Jiang family, such a powerful foundation-building monk, was left with only a skeleton in the face of the Golden Core Thunder Tribulation.

Yulan didn't know that her husband-in-law suddenly thought of how to let her break through the golden elixir realm. When she heard that Yu Xian was still so weak and helpless, she couldn't help but smile:

"I don't believe it. In my heart, my husband has always been the most powerful."

Yu Xian smiled and put Yulan's golden elixir worries behind him. Anyway, there would still be more than a hundred years, and perhaps there would be other solutions by then.

"I have something more powerful for you to see."

…

A night of absurdity.

After getting up, I didn't feel any excitement about making a breakthrough. Instead, I lazily enjoyed the breakfast prepared by a new chef of the Zhao family in the restaurant.

This cook is no ordinary cook.

But a spiritual eater, a cook in the world of immortality.

Spiritual eaters can use unique methods to stimulate or extract the spiritual power in various materials and turn them into gourmet feasts.

A spiritual food master's recipe is as precious as an alchemist's prescription.

Therefore, spiritual food is similar to alchemy, and the processed spiritual food does not have the erysipelas in the elixir.

Of course, if it is not handled well, it will be a poison pill.

In front of Yu Xian was a bowl of porridge made from longya rice, and a breakfast called eight-flavored shrimp dumplings.

It is said that a secret feed mixed with eight different medicinal materials is used to feed a small river shrimp called Lingxi shrimp. It takes three months to raise it and finally goes through more than a dozen processes to make a mediocre meal. Eight-flavored shrimp dumplings.

It sounds like a lot of trouble, but it's delicious.

Yu Xian felt that the spiritual stone was not in vain.

You must know that the monthly salary of this cook is as high as five spiritual stones, and the ingredients and other ingredients are provided by the Zhao family. It can be called a high-paying profession.

Enjoy your breakfast slowly.

Yu Xian was thinking about whether he should go to train the troupe girls in the academy today or go to the market to drink tea.

The head of the young woman hinted to him a few days ago that his female apprentice had grown up, which made him itchy and wanted to see where he had grown up.

Real knowledge comes from practice.

Suddenly.

A tiger roar came.

Yu Xian's expression changed slightly, he stood up, and his figure disappeared in an instant.

…

In a dark bedroom.

The air was filled with the smell of decay and death, mixed with a slight stench, like the smell of rotting fresh meat.

Clang.

The door opened, and the sunlight poured in, dispelling the darkness in the room.

A pair of cloudy eyes opened, and a smile appeared on Old Ancestor Zhao's skinny face.

"I knew you were coming."

Yu Xian's face was expressionless: "After getting to know each other, I will always give you a ride in the end."

After emptying out all the formation knowledge from Zhao Laozu, Zhao Laozu lay in this dark house for three years.

He was never a generous man.

If Patriarch Zhao wanted to kill him, he would naturally not talk to him about humanitarianism.

Now, Patriarch Zhao's deadline has finally arrived.

Originally, he still had at least ten or twenty years to live. If he was looking for some life extension methods, he might not live for thirty years.

But with one thought, he could only become a useless person for the rest of his life.

"My parents died young when I was young, and it was the Zhao family who raised me. The family was not big at that time, and everyone was very close to each other, and they all worked together to build the family well.

Later, for the sake of my spiritual practice, several uncles took the initiative to stop practicing and save their resources for me.

I entered Shangyang City, became a real boy, and became a foundation-building ancestor. The Zhao family rose and prospered because of me.

The real person said that I had too many distracting thoughts, and said that I had a good chance of getting a golden elixir, but I worried too much about my family and missed the path to my future.

But in my heart, family is more important than my golden elixir avenue, and I always want to make the Zhao family the best it can be.

But I am always indecisive, so that I sit back and watch the elders in the clan harm the public and enrich themselves, secretly persecute the foundation seeds but are unwilling to punish them, and finally want to lure you into a knife.

But I still hate you because of it.

I have often thought in recent days that if I had died during the monster siege, maybe things would not have been as bad as they are now.

Fellow Daoist Yu, I'm sorry. "

Old Ancestor Zhao's eyes widened and he gasped, as if he couldn't breathe, but he still managed to hold on for a breath and said:

"I'm going to die, but I don't blame you. It was my delusional thoughts. This is the punishment I deserve."

He wanted to turn his head and picture Yu Xian's appearance in his mind.

But he only saw a mass of black mist, and a tiger roar came to his ears. His decaying soul was pulled into the darkness, and then his consciousness sank forever.

Roar!

The ghost tiger swallowed the soul of a monk who was in the middle stage of foundation building. His aura suddenly swelled, and the black mist in his eyes surged at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A tall figure suddenly appeared in the mist where there were only a few ghosts.

Yu Xian stood in the shadow of the backlight and paused for a while. Seeing that there was nothing wrong with the corpse of Patriarch Zhao, he waved his hand to disperse the formation.

Not long.

A big bell in the Zhao family ancestral hall rang, and the news of the ancestor's death spread in all directions.