I climb the fairy ladder by farming

Chapter 124 Re-enlightenment

Back at the Twelve West Peaks of Faming Mountain, Zhang Zheng sat on the edge of the cliff by himself, feeling the breeze gently blowing over his cheeks.

She held the newly acquired dagger in her hand, her face was joyful, her light-colored thin lips opened and closed, and she muttered: "Dagger, dagger, my old partner has retired, and you will be my partner in the future, so we must cooperate well." Oh."

Zhang Zheng closed his eyes, and switched his hands, the dagger rose slowly, floating in front of his eyebrows.

A ray of spiritual consciousness slowly penetrated into the dagger and walked along the dagger's seal. The blue light of the dagger rose so much that it almost enveloped Zhang Zheng's entire body.

The spiritual consciousness finished walking in the seal of the weapon and merged into a complicated closed loop, only to hear the clang of the dagger, and the dazzling blue light faded instantly.

After the refining was successful, Zhang Zheng held the dagger in satisfaction, and with a thought, the dagger was put into the storage bag, and with another thought, it suddenly appeared in his hand.

According to the gourd painting ladle, all the other instruments were refined and put into the storage bag.

Zhang Zheng leaned back slightly, his eyes were gloomy, and he fell on the sky above and the mountains and rivers below. He propped his hands on the ground, and his toes were dangling.

Sitting here to observe the world, you can see the vastness of the sky and the earth, and see the turbidity of yin and yang.The sky is boundless, the mountains and fields are vast, birds can't fly over thousands of steep cliffs, and fish can't swim across thousands of hectares of rivers and seas.

What does life belong to in the yin and yang of heaven and earth?Such a fragile and unbearable life is but a moment in front of the endless river and the eternal green mountain.

Just like every plant and every tree, every year they wither and flourish, and they change every year. Next year’s flowers will not be today’s flowers, and today’s grass will not be like yesterday’s grass.

Zhang Zheng's eyes were empty, and there seemed to be a vast world in his eyes, but it seemed that there was no room for a speck of dust.

At this moment, the meaning of practice suddenly became clearer. Life in the world is lost in a moment, and the practitioner realizes that the heaven and the earth communicate with yin and yang.

Year after year, year after year, the flowers are the same for different people.

The invisible Dao rhyme came from heaven and earth, lingering around Zhang Zheng's body. In a trance, Zhang Zheng was already in the chaos of nothingness.

The arrogant young man wears jade and wears a crown, holds a long sword and confronts the sky, with a green edge like a scorpion, like a newborn red sun shining brightly.

The figure of the young man was blown away by the wind, while the woman in red clothes was like a trainer, sitting with her back leaning against the bell tower and drinking heavily.

With a flick of the hand, the wine bottle hit the clock tower and wailed softly. The woman in red flew away with a flick of her sleeves. The eighteen-story clock tower shook and rumbled, and the ninth floor and above collapsed, billowing in dust and smoke.

The bell tower and the dust and smoke are hidden in the chaos. A white-haired old man with a fairy-tale demeanor walks slowly, his gaze piercing through the vast and long-lasting time and space.

Zhang Zheng didn't respond, only those eyes that couldn't tell the age were reflected in his eyes.

"We will sever our love, break our mortal body, seek eternal life, seek eternal life..."

Zhang Zheng's lips parted unconsciously, following the old man's murmur, "Looking for longevity..."

In the emptiness and chaos, the figure of the old man gradually disappeared, but his eyes still fell firmly on Zhang Zheng.

"Ha ha……"

He turned around suddenly, shook his sleeves and hands, laughed loudly, and walked slowly towards the nothingness behind him.

When the figure of the old man completely disappeared into nothingness, the chaotic scene in front of him suddenly disappeared, and all the Dao rhyme lingering around him disappeared into Zhang Zheng's body.

There is a clear sound from heaven and earth, and the loud sound is faint, and no one can hear it.

Zhang Zheng returned to his senses, sat cross-legged, and began to perform the "Neutralization and Transformation Technique".

The milky white breath is mixed with traces of green, wrapping Zhang Zheng tightly inside, like a giant blue and white egg.

With a radius of hundreds of miles, the flowers, plants and trees are joyfully jumping silently, and the birds, beasts, insects and fish close their eyes and feel the air of vitality flowing through the whole body, comfortable and joyful.

The big green and white eggs collapsed quickly, and all the breath escaped into Zhang Zheng's body. Zhang Zheng suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were clear and pure, black and white.

Longevity - the second way of transforming life.

Zhang Zheng stared blankly at a wisp of blue and white double strands emerging from his palm, fluttering in the wind, as light and soft as silk.

With a thought, the blue and white silk thread stretched and climbed to a slender flower on the steep wall. As the thread penetrated into the stem and leaves, the slender flower suddenly revived, and the petals were in full bloom, full of vitality.

Zhang Zheng smiled knowingly. She could feel that the life limit of Xiaohua had broken through a barrier. If it used to be one year old and one withered, then it will become two years and one withered in the future.

Everything in the world has a limit of life, mayflies live and die at night; crickets don't know spring and autumn; Chu Nan Mingling's five hundred years old is spring, and five hundred years old is autumn.

Even monks who pursue the Dao, as long as they have not crossed the catastrophe and ascended, will eventually usher in the day of the end.

Zhang Zheng folded her palms to cover up the blue and white silk thread, staring blankly at the thriving wildflowers on the cliff, she felt an invisible bond stretching out from the wildflowers, sticking to her soul.

She still doesn't know what this connection is, but she can feel that it is very important to her, like a shackle that binds the soul.

Subconsciously, Zhang Zheng wanted to find an absolutely safe place to plant it, but as soon as his fingertips touched the petals, he felt a dull pain like a needle prick.

In the dark, the illusory Tao seems to be warning her, she must not do this.

Zhang Zheng hesitated for a moment, but slowly withdrew her hand. She believed in her Tao, and since the Tao had instructed her, she followed suit.

But after this battle, it seems that this longevity cannot be used at will in the future.

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Wanxuanmen, Tibetan front platform.

Today is the day to set off for Si Dao Zong. If the journey to Si Dao Zong goes smoothly, it will take as long as three months.

In order to avoid delays due to accidents on the way, Wanxuanmen decided to set off seven months before the opening of the mountain and sea world, which is today.

In the last competition between mountains and seas, Zhang Zheng once again politely rejected Lin Yihan. The relationship between the few people is by no means cold, but it also means that it is unlikely to go further.

Therefore, Zhang Zheng arrived first, and when Lin Xiaoxiao and the other three arrived, the two parties just nodded and looked away.

Zhang Zheng didn't feel much about this, she was used to walking alone, but she was not used to the excitement of walking with others.

Furthermore, she has nothing to do with them at all, she can't be called deeply emotional, at most she is just a nodding acquaintance, and it is no different now than before.

Compared to Lin Xiaoxiao and the other three, she cared more about Tan Ying, after all, she was an unknown threat in her heart.

Half an hour before the departure time, Tan Yingruo and Liu Fufeng's figure was long overdue, and walked straight towards Zhang Zheng's direction.

"Junior Sister Zhengzheng, have you been living comfortably recently?"

Zhang Zheng didn't want to talk nonsense with her, so he brushed the storage bag with his right hand, and a cloth bag quietly fell into his hand, and handed it to Tan Ying.

"Thanks to Senior Sister Tan, I'm doing pretty well."

Tan Ying took the cloth bag, looked through the cloth bag and looked at the five bottles of blood dangling inside, with a look of satisfaction on her face.

Zhang Zheng didn't miss the satisfaction in her eyes, and reminded: "Senior sister has already given you what you want, and we will go our separate ways in the mountains and seas, so don't come looking for me again."

Tan Ying put away the cloth bag, brushed the tip of her nose calmly with her pale jade fingers, took a breath of enjoyment, half-closed her eyes, and smiled as happily as a fox that had stolen a fishy smell.

"Naturally, senior sister has always been worth a lot of money."

(End of this chapter)