I climb the fairy ladder by farming

The next day, Zhang Zheng followed her husband to the private school to give lectures as usual, and Yinshi left school. The husband only asked her not to walk around indiscriminately for the next few days, then left the private school and headed for the village chief's residence.

Zhang Zheng looked at the back of his husband going away, closed the courtyard door thoughtfully, turned around and entered the private school.

The bookshelves made of brown wood are put together, a total of 130 bookshelves, and only three bookshelves are still vacant.

Zhang Zheng glanced at it, and there were numbers written in cinnabar on the spine of the book, from seven to nine thousand seven thousand four hundred and eight hundred six, and none of the numbers were missing.

These are all the insights left by the past masters of Zhidao Village from ancient times to the present. Just looking at these scrolls, which are clean and bright on the shelves, the simple and simple atmosphere rushes towards your face, enveloping thousands of people. The dust from years ago is falling into the present.

Zhang Zheng didn't hesitate anymore, and went to ask for proof when he was suspicious. His slender, white fingers rested on a book, and he pulled it out with a light force.

"Lu Si and Lu Erliang left a letter..."

Holding the heart of respect, Zhang Zheng turned the first page of the book, and his eyes fell on the page without any trace of tearing, and there was a sparkle in his eyes.

The tremor became more and more intense as thousands of lines of small characters came into view, until the pen and ink stopped on the last page of the book, Zhang Zheng suddenly closed the book, followed by his eyes, Xiuli Yuanshan's eyebrows were tangled pain.

"Sir, my life is seven hundred, and I will stop at three hundred. I am ashamed, ashamed, and mournful. I ask how many years are my descendants? When I die at the age of a hundred, how many sacrifices should be made? Thinking of this, my heart aches and cannot be explained." carry on."

Lifespan is seven hundred...three hundred...

Zhang Zheng recalled that Mr. Zhang told her that each Mr. abdicates every hundred years, and Mr. is not a cultivator, so there is no possibility of his lifespan far exceeding that of ordinary people. Why can the owner of this book live to be three hundred years old?His husband can last seven hundred years?

According to his words, it can be inferred that the lifespan of his predecessors even exceeded [-], and the lifespan of each of his predecessors has been decreasing, and it was only [-] when he was there, and it will be more and more in the future. few.

This can also explain why the husband said that he only has served for a hundred years, but...

What kind of power allows them, as mortals, to have such a long lifespan?
The husband once said that each gentleman will receive the bequest left by the first gentleman after he became a celestial being, and his face is not old.

So, is the reason for this longevity also a gift from the first Mr.
Zhang Zheng has never seen the ability of immortals, so he doesn't know whether extending the lifespan of ordinary people can be the power of immortals.

Even if this was the case, Zhang Zheng's furrowed brows did not relax at all. What did the book say "how many sacrifices should be made" mean?Why does it make the owner of the scroll feel sad?
The word "sacrifice" is often associated with offering sacrifices to ancestors. The "sacrifices" here refer to the people who participated in the sacrifices, or are they sacrifices like "six animal sacrifices"?
Reason told Zhang Zheng that the answer was the latter, which was why she was so horrified.

"gentlemen?"

The voice of the village chief suddenly sounded outside the door. With some doubts, Zhang Zheng's heart beat like a drum, and he quickly put the scroll back to its original place, and picked up the feather duster in the corner instead.

After calming down, Zhang Zheng pushed open the door calmly, and said with a smile, "Mr. has gone out. The village chief has something to do with him? Do you want Zhang Zheng to help the village chief find him?"

Glancing at the feather duster in her hand, the village chief put away his suspicions and glanced behind her calmly.

"It's okay, it's nothing serious, you can clean up the house by yourself, I'll go back now."

After walking a few steps, the village chief turned his head and added with a smile: "Don't wander around the village in the past few days. The five guys in the village were not safe yesterday. You should pay attention to your safety."

Zhang Zheng smiled and responded, "I know the village chief, so do you."

As soon as the village head walked away, Zhang Zheng simply opened the door wide, turned around and held up a feather duster to pretend to sweep the dust on the bookshelves and the corners of the room.

The movements of her hands are neat, but Zhang Zheng's expression is a little absent-minded. She clearly watched her husband go in the direction of the village chief's residence, and there was only the village chief's house in that direction. Why did the village chief come here to find his husband again?
The husband is not a person who likes to wander around. Apart from the private school and the dormitory, the village chief and the ancestral land are the places he goes to the most on weekdays. If the husband did not go to the village chief, where did she go?

The door of the private school was half-closed, the village head was half bent, his loose face pressed against the door, and he looked into the inner room through the crack of the door, his cloudy eyes were full of worry.

After a while, he straightened up and left here quietly. The setting sun dragged his slender and thin shadow, his steps were heavy and light, half worried and half happy, full of shame.

Zhang Zheng, who had his back to the courtyard door, paused, put the feather duster aside, and closed the door of the inner room again.

In the middle of the night, the jackdaws landed on the half-withered branches in late autumn. The branches were stained with the black color of the night, and the black crows screamed terribly.

"clatter--"

The last volume was put back on the bookshelf intact, but his slender fingers landed on the cinnabar characters on the spine, lingering.

Zhang Zheng's complicated and difficult eyes lingered on the large vermilion characters on the spine of the book - "Qi".

This is the smallest number on the bookshelf, and in the letter left by the seventh gentleman, he actually spent a full 3000 years in Zhidao Village, and the same is true for the gentlemen after him.

The first man whose lifespan declined was the third Mr. 970. His life span ended at [-] years old, and the lifespan of each Mr. after that decreased.

The word "sacrifice" appeared as early as in the letter left by Mr. Seventh, and it was often mentioned in the letter left by Mr. Seven. The word "sacrifice" does mean "sacrifice".

Fingers pressed their knuckles unconsciously, Zhang Zheng's eyes were dark and deep in the dim candlelight, and they settled down in the cold pool in the deep mountains.

He hesitated at the beginning, and after several struggles in his heart, he finally said the phrase "the student is willing to take on the responsibility of the teacher" now, looking at it now, it seems like a big joke.

The fire of anger at being deceived was burning so strong that it almost burned through her heart. The teacher she respected and loved had always wanted to make her a sacrifice!
After being named, she will become a real sacrifice, reduced to a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, with a butcher's knife hanging above her head, and when a hundred years is up, the butcher's knife will fall on her neck.

Use people as sacrifices in exchange for the peace of Zhidao Village.

Burning with anger, Zhang Zheng pushed open the door more than once, rushed to her husband, and sternly asked her why, or she didn't care anymore, tearing up the peace of the village paved with blood.

Ke put his hands on the door several times, but was torn off by Zhang Zheng forcefully, so he couldn't do that.Even if it's just to avoid arousing suspicion, you can't act so recklessly.

and……

Everything is still strange...

Zhang Zheng forced himself to sit down on the spot, cross-legged, and calmed down to recite the meditation formula with concentration.

There are few stars at night, across the sky, and the crowing of the rooster summons the newborn red sun, which is red and clear, hanging in the sky.

The husband was the first to step into the private school, his plain black clothes were soaked with morning dew, and his soft and warm skin was very cool.

Standing in the courtyard with a slender and straight figure, his lips are like Zhu Dan's upward hook, and his eyes are smiling, falling on the locked door of the inner room, as if through the old bricks of the wall, falling on the cross-legged cross-legged person on the ground. Above the thin figure.

The sound of reading aloud echoed slowly in the private school, and the immature voice of the child was clear and bright, carrying the pure hope of penetrating the night and facing the sky.