Ji Tianzun, the Eternal God Emperor

Chapter 173: One of Immortality
After leaving Yun Mansion, a message light talisman flew from a distance and fell into Zhang Ji's hands.

The messenger light talisman came from Ni Qing. Before leaving the Blood God Sect, Zhang Ji sent Ni Qing and Xiaobai out to inquire about the news.

There is only one message on the communication light talisman, "Zhang Ruochen, the descendant of time and space, suddenly appeared at the Yuanfu black market headquarters and had a battle with the saints of the Moon Worshiping Demon Sect. He has now escaped."

As expected, Zhang Ruochen went to the black market to buy elephant souls and met Ling Feiyu. In order to save her, he started a battle with the Moon Worshiping Demon Sect and escaped after a bloody battle.

"It's not far from Yuan Mansion. You can go and have a look. I wonder if Junior Sister Luo is here."

On the bank of the ancient river, Luo Xu was dressed in green clothes. He was as rich as jade. Sitting opposite him was an old man in a Confucian robe, with white beard and white hair, and a strong spirit.

Luo Shuihan stood aside and made tea for the two of them. The tea was the ancient tea of ​​the Holy Taoism, and the tea was the holy spring of Confucianism and Taoism.

Not far away from the three of them, in a circle three feet in diameter, there were two figures, a man and a woman.

The man is Zhang Ruochen, and the woman is the famous Moon Worshiping Demon Sect’s Saintess Palace leader, Feiyu Sword Master Ling Feiyu.

Above the two of them, there was a picture scroll, in which life and death were changing, as if there was a world that was constantly rising and falling.

This painting is the most precious treasure of the painting sect, the picture of seven lives and seven deaths.

The white-haired old man drank a cup of tea, but his brows wrinkled slightly.

"Why would anyone come looking for me in this wilderness?"

Although Luo Xu didn't feel it, he believed in the perception of the old man in front of him. This old man was the master of the painting sect and the painting saint Chu Siyuan. His mental power was close to that of the holy king. His perception was so strong that it was almost impossible to make mistakes. .

He looked towards the sky in the distance and saw a ten-foot-long blue water unicorn running with four hooves in the void. On the unicorn's back stood the figure of a young man in a green robe with purple stripes.

"It's Senior Brother Ji."

Luo Shuihan said with some surprise.

In the blink of an eye, the blue water unicorn fell to the ground and became as tall as a person. Zhang Ji fell in front of Luo Shuihan and saluted Luo Xu and Chu Siyuan.

"Zhang Ji pays homage to Master Luo, and pays homage to Senior Painting Saint."

Luo Xu just smiled and nodded, but Chu Siyuan raised his eyebrows and blew his beard.

"Are you the young master of the Eastern Territory Holy Academy? How did you recognize my identity?"

"Senior Painting Saint's Confucian and Taoist demeanor is unparalleled by many in the entire Kunlun world. Coupled with the seven lives and seven deaths hanging above my ninth brother and Feiyu Sword Master, apart from Senior Painting Saint, I really I can’t think of a second choice.”

When Chu Siyuan heard this, a smile appeared on his face, which was very helpful.

"You are quite discerning. Although you offended the people of Lingxiaotian Palace at the Jiezi Banquet, you have made up for it by killing the undead vampires. In a few days, follow me to Shengming City, and I will take you to Lingxiaotian. The palace will personally resolve this misunderstanding for you."

Zhang Ji was stunned when he heard this and looked at Luo Xu. Luo Xu did not avoid it and said immediately: "I told Brother Ju about your matter. After all, Lingxiao Tianwang Mansion represents the royal Chi family. Since you were forced to do so by Mingtang Saint Ancestor, If you do something that offends you, having Brother Ju, a respected Confucian and Taoist elder, come forward to help you resolve it is the best way."

Because of Zhang Ruochen, there was naturally some hostility between Zhang Ji and the Chi family. With Kong Lanyou's encouragement, they gradually became opposites, but they were far from a fight to the death.

Being an enemy of the royal family is indeed not a wise choice in today's Kunlun world. Luo Xu does have good intentions, but it is unknown whether things will go as he thinks.

"Then I'd like to thank the courtyard master and senior painting saint."

Chu Siyuan nodded with satisfaction and motioned for Zhang Ji to sit down.Luo Shuihan set up a stool for him and placed it in front of the tea table.

"Thank you, Junior Sister Luo."

Zhang Ji didn't delay and sat down. Chu Siyuan didn't care about the seniority difference. He picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea for Zhang Ji.

"I heard these days that you were in the Blood God Sect, and you contributed to the joint efforts between the Blood God Sect and Wushi Qianzhuang to deal with the undead vampires. This thing was really well done, and it was worthy of your status as the young master of Wushi Qianzhuang. This cup of ancient holy Taoism Treat the tea as a gift from me." Chu Siyuan handed over the teacup.

Zhang Ji reached out to take it and said thank you.

The tea soup is bright and crystal clear, and contains Taoist charm.

There are only four Confucian tea trees in the entire history of the Kunlun world. They were planted by four Confucian ancestors and contain the Tao and Dharma of the four Confucian ancestors.

The Shengdao Ancient Tea that Chu Siyuan took out was taken from the Confucian Tea Tree planted by the Fourth Confucian Patriarch. As soon as the tea was in his mouth, Zhang Ji felt that his ears and eyes were clear, and the world in front of him turned pale, as if it had turned into a black and white picture scroll.

His spiritual power rose up and turned into blue blood, and stars twinkled in the dark starry sky.

The stars change and shed their brilliance, dispersing the darkness. The first ray of dawn between heaven and earth falls on the world, lighting up the morning light.

After the morning light, the picture scroll changes. The city is majestic and vast as far as the eye can see. The city is bustling with traffic, and you can see the prosperity of the world at a glance.

The sun was setting in the west, and the sky was dark again, but the lights in the city were lit up, and then thousands of houses were lit up, and the lights were brilliant.

Chu Siyuan looked at the changing picture scroll behind Zhang Ji, and for a moment he was in a trance.

"The picture of the morning sun in the long night, the picture of the prosperity of the world, the picture of the lights of thousands of families, and the three scrolls of the Fourth Confucian Patriarch were all revealed in his vision. Just a cup of tea can have such an effect. This boy is born with Great scholar!"

Luo Xu was also surprised by the spiritual power displayed by Zhang Ji. This was the peak spiritual power of the 49th level. He was only one step away from becoming a saint.

Zhang Ji's age is much younger than that of Kunlun World's top Confucian and Taoist genius, the Holy Book Talent. He is a master of both martial arts and martial arts, and his spiritual power is about to enter the holy realm. It is really shocking.

"Master Luo, Wushi Qianzhuang may cut off his love and send this son to our painting sect. With his talent, he will definitely be a Confucian and Taoist sage who will not be inferior to Emperor Wen in the future." Chu Siyuan looked at Luo Xu with burning eyes.

Luo Shuihan on the side was very surprised when he heard this. Emperor Wen was almost the head of the Nine Emperors 800 years ago, and his spiritual power was close to that of a god.

Chu Siyuan actually commented that if Zhang Ji practiced Confucianism and Taoism, his future achievements would definitely be able to catch up with Emperor Wen. What kind of evaluation is this?

Luo Xu was startled when he heard this, and then smiled bitterly and said: "Brother Ju, don't be joking. Zhang Ji is the young master of our Eastern Territory Holy Academy, and he is not my disciple, but the disciple of Master Yixuan. Even if I agree, it’s useless.”

Chu Siyuan looked away with some reluctance. After a long time, he sighed: "It's a pity, it's a pity that such a good Confucian and Taoist wizard cannot be accepted as a disciple. It is really a great loss to Confucianism and Taoism."

"If Brother Ju really loves talents, you might as well teach him one or two of the secrets of Confucianism and Taoism. This will not bury his Confucianism and Taoism talents." Luo Xu suggested.

After Chu Siyuan heard this and thought about it, he felt that it made sense.

As long as the unique Confucianism and Taoism are passed on to Zhang Ji, with his talent in Confucianism and Taoism, his future spiritual power will definitely leave his martial arts cultivation far behind. By then, Zhang Ji, who is famous for his spiritual power, will be a Confucian and Taoist genius. , or the genius of Wushi Qianzhuang, it is hard to say.

"Master Luo is right. When I go to Shengming City this time, I will take him with me and teach him the secrets of Confucianism and Taoism."

(End of this chapter)