I climb the fairy ladder by farming

Chapter 66
In the foggy morning, under the shade of the trees, a woman with gloomy eyes was walking in the mountains solemnly.

The cold dew soaked the light clothes, and the warm calf was cold and wet, and the cold penetrated into the bones.

"Senior Sister Zhang, where are you going?"

The passing medicinal disciples raised their hands in greeting.

The woman still kept her head bowed, and only glanced sideways at the person who came, with a cold expression, and walked past him.

The disregarded disciple looked at her leaving back and snorted softly, and murmured dissatisfiedly: "Ao, what ao, isn't it because he was kicked out of the ranks of true disciples by Elder Yan."

The fellow disciples stared at Zhang Zheng who had stopped walking in fear, hurriedly tugged on his cuffs, and reminded in a low voice: "Stop talking, quickly gather the medicine that Senior Sister Yi wants to use, otherwise the elder will not be able to afford to blame him."

After a long time, Zhang Zheng, who had stopped in place, turned her head, and the two disciples had disappeared. Her eyes changed several times, and her fists were clenched.

Dim...

Why am I never as good as you?

Why do you always fight with me?
Treasures, friends, opportunities... Now even the master is fighting for it.

She... only Wansheng is left...

Zhang Zheng spread out his palm, and there was a silver needle lying there, with delicate lines spreading like blood-colored vines.

Today's sky is extremely gloomy, she looked up at the gray sky in the future, and whispered, "I'm depressed, don't blame me, you brought it on yourself."

……

On the top of the steep cliff, a man with a demon mask covering his face stands with his hands behind his back. His black clothes are like black ink, and he is integrated with the surging black clouds.

"Wansheng..."

Zhang Zheng stared at the man's slender back obsessively, and murmured.

The man never looked back, his hoarse voice hit his heart directly, like the sweetest honey, "I will make her disappear, and in the future, no one will be able to compete with you."

Zhang Zheng lowered her head and narrowed her eyes. She should be happy, but for some reason, her heart became more and more depressed, and her mind was aching.

She seems to have forgotten something.

……

Huafeng Yanshan.

The deep ground was scorched black, gray powder piled up into mountains, and the remaining flames swept through and swallowed everything.

Zhang Zheng stood far away on the top of the mountain, looking at the bleak scene, his eyes were in a daze, "I'm depressed, you're still dead, no one can compete with me."

The demons that had been rooted for a long time dissipated, and all the previous things were staged like a horse watching flowers.

I don't know hundreds of years ago, she was still an ordinary beggar and orphan, and by chance, she stepped into the realm of comprehension and worshiped Taixuzong.

With her poor Wulinggen aptitude, she was bullied and humiliated in Taixuzong. Later, Taixuzong was destroyed by demon cultivators. She survived by luck, and her physique became a yin spirit for some reasons. Soar.

She hid in XZ, afraid of being discovered by the demon cultivator, and later worshiped in the Donghua Realm Si Dao Sect, and became the direct disciple of Elder Yan with her excellent aptitude.

When she went out to practice, she rescued a little boy. She had no relatives, so she treated him like a younger brother and gave him most of the good things.

The young boy is Qin Wansheng.

His aptitude is very good, and she had persuaded him many times to join Si Dao Sect, but he refused to live and die, and only wanted to be a carefree casual cultivator.

Zhang Zheng thought that she would be able to step up to the fairy road step by step, and the road ahead would be open, but a sudden disaster knocked her down.

Her most yin body was exposed, and her unbearable past experiences were also dug out by interested people. Almost everyone began to doubt her.

The body of the most yin is an excellent furnace, and the spiritual body of the most yin is a more pure and powerful physique than the body of the most yin.

However, the most yin spirit body is different from the innate yin body. The former is not endowed by birth. It needs hundreds of yin bodies to refine pure blood essence. Only after taking the blood essence can there be a [-]% chance of becoming the most yin spirit body.

This kind of evil magic technique that sacrifices human life and changes aptitude was destroyed by the cultivation world thousands of years ago. I didn't expect that people would still use it today.

Zhang Zheng didn't know how much trouble her yin spirit body was. When the Taixu sect was destroyed, she happened to hide in a haystack in a remote firewood house and was stunned by the power of fighting skills, so she escaped by luck.

After waking up, the speed of practice is already a thousand miles a day.

She didn't even know that she was the most yin spirit body.

Faced with everyone's doubts, the disdain of her former friends, and the criticism from the outside world, she couldn't argue with her words, and trapped herself in the square-inch cave, unwilling to come out desperately.

From the beginning to the end, only her master, although he never came forward to protect her, but he never reduced the annual salary of his disciples or the resources she deserved.

He told everyone with practical actions that as long as the truth is not known, he will never give up his disciples at will.

Zhang Zheng was decadent for a long time, he just locked himself in the cave, closed the door to the master who came to inquire several times, and when he left the cave again, it was three years later.

Although the same door looked at her with contempt, but it was concealed, only sighing and whispering secretly.

She secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and made up her mind to abandon the past, thinking that in the future, with her own efforts, she would always be able to climb the Qingyun Immortal Ladder, and then no one would be able to slander her at will.

Unfortunately, once it starts, it is often not easy to stop. It is like tarsal maggots, eating away at everything you have, until you are empty, with nothing to lose, and turn into a handful of loess.

Since then, no matter what it is, be it friends, treasures, or even the supreme inheritance, they have all been taken away by her talented, righteous and innocent chief senior sister of the sect—Yi Lanshan.

Later, even her most beloved master stood behind Yi Lanshan and looked at her coldly.

Haunted by inner demons, he has no peace every day, suffering and embarrassing.

Therefore, she desperately guarded what she thought was her last relative, willing to do anything for him, even pushing the same family members into the fire pit with her own hands, and watching them be burned alive with cold eyes.

The mountain wind swept the scorching fire up to the top of the mountain, and the scorching breath rushed towards the face, mixed with turbid dead air and deep resentment.

Head hurts!Why does it hurt so much?

Zhang Zheng couldn't help but knelt down on the ground, clasped his fists with both hands and slammed his head fiercely, a line of tears flowed down his cheeks, sprinkled in the cremation pit that was still extinguished, and evaporated into a cloud of water mist.

"Zhang Zheng, do you know your mistake?"

who is it?

The pain made her vision unable to focus, and in the blurred vision, an inexplicably familiar figure floated in the air.

That's her... herself...

"Zhang Zheng..."

Her lips were trembling, her pupils were dilated, and her voice was weak and mournful.

But she is not her.

Zhang Zheng in front of her has clear eyes and a calm expression. She is confident, humble, and her path of practice is clear and bright.

And she, covered in scars and sins in her hands, her clear heart has long been shrouded in thick haze, and her future is gloomy.

Who is Zhang Zheng?
When the false is true, the true is also false, and there is nothing to do when there is nothing to do.

She is Zhang Zheng!
From being a beggar to building a foundation, she has walked down-to-earth all the way, no matter sorrow or joy, loss or gain, everything is real and never illusory.

The "Zhang Zheng" who was kneeling on the ground swayed and dissipated tremblingly into misty clouds.

"Zhang Zheng, that's right."

(End of this chapter)