Earth Immortal Righteous Path

Chapter 189 Zhang Family Ancestor, Qingshui Immortal

The hermit in the bamboo forest, the wind blows, the bamboo leaves sway gently, the waves burst out, and the deer sings and the two immortals.

Qing Shui and Bai Lu are a Taoist couple who practice together. Bai Lu looks like a virgin, while Qing Shui is a boy.

Taoist couples are not only companions who practice Taoism together, but also friends who rely on each other, and their relationship is more intimate than ordinary couples.

Taoist couples support each other and help each other. Most of them are two people, and there are also many people who practice together.

On the road of practice, no one dares to say that it is smooth sailing. There will always be various obstacles, which are difficult for one person to solve. At this time, it is necessary to rely on the help of fellow Taoists.

For example, such an extremely secret matter as crossing the catastrophe, which is related to the life of the family, will often ask the Taoist companion to protect the law, and when the person crossing the catastrophe is most vulnerable, he will prevent some accidents for him.

Therefore, a Taoist couple is more reliable than a husband and wife, and more rare than a confidant. Only when they have known each other long enough to entrust their lives can they become a Taoist couple.

The bamboo forest is not in the academy, but behind it.

There is a bamboo forest of over [-] mu, all of which are at least three feet high.

There are springs, streams, and canals everywhere in the bamboo forest, and the sound of water flowing is endless.

Along the way, some small animals poked their heads, took a closer look, and ran away rustling away.

After a section of stone road, there is a lake in front of you. There are more than a dozen small islands scattered in the center of the lake. Slender and long pontoon bridges are built between the small islands. The whole body is made of bamboo, and the bridge submerged in the water The same goes for piles.

The pontoon bridge twists and turns, only allowing two people to pass by side by side, stepping on the pontoon bridge can feel the cool breeze blowing from the lake.

At this time, the sun was high, the sun was just right, and the water on the lake was shining, reflecting the sun.

A sea of ​​blue sky and bamboo is reflected in it, standing on the corridor on the water surface, surrounded by the sea of ​​bamboo, the water surface reflects the blue sky, for a while there is an illusion that people are in the sky.

Between the water and the sky, there are only the corridors under the feet, the railings around, and the small island in front, and the surrounding area is surrounded by bamboo seas.

The white gulls spread their wings, flapped their wings, and flew low against the surface of the water. From time to time, their slender beaks plunged into the water, pecking at small fish, and making wah-wah sounds.

Walking along the water promenade, passing through several small islands in the middle of the lake.

There are palace buildings on the island, such as alchemy room, sword furnace, scripture building, lotus appreciation hall, gazebo and other buildings, all of which have a strong style of the former court, beautiful and grand.

"Luming Academy is indeed related to the clan of the previous dynasty. According to unofficial history, before the extermination of the former dynasty, the twelve princesses and the seven princes, under the protection of the black guards, took the ancestral god's head to the south. Counting the time, the academy's It has already taken shape at that time, but it has not yet reached the scale it is today.”

"This group of elders and children fled south in the end, so they must have emptied the treasury. Even though the treasury didn't have much food at that time, there was always some in the treasury. With the support of so much money, it is enough to make any academy flourish... and Lu Ming The time of the academy's fortune coincides exactly, and even the location is not much different."

"The decline of the previous dynasty did not happen overnight, but there were early omens. After 60 years of turmoil, the building will collapse. It is impossible for people in the clan to fail to see that the retreat must have been prepared long ago... There are all kinds of signs. It shows that the inference of this song is not far off."

"If Luming Academy was originally a retreat prepared by members of the clan, it would be clear!"

While thinking about it, I vaguely heard the sound of a pipa not far from the front left. It was clanging and powerful, like military music.

So I followed the sound, the road here was twists and turns, Zhou Xun was also happy to wander here, walked across an arch bridge, bypassed several wing rooms, and finally came to the place where the sound of the pipa came from.

This should be a garden.

Surrounded by ink-colored plum trees, the pool is filled with ink, and there are no other flowers and plants. This world seems to be an ink painting.

Under the plum tree and by the pool, there was a man in black clothes, about twenty, facing him, kneeling on the stone slab, holding a pipa in his arms, playing the pipa intently.

Opposite him, a young man was also kneeling on the stone slab, leaning on his chin with his right hand, listening intently, holding a folding fan from time to time, "da da", tapping the rhythm, hearing the touching part, even more tears, It seemed to touch the heartstrings, thinking of sad things.

One song after another, the two played and listened as if no one was there, let alone Zhou Xun, who was listening. Maybe he noticed it, but he didn't want to interrupt the performance.

Zhou Xun also randomly found a fairly flat rock, wiped off the dust, lay down on his side, and listened to the sound of the pipa together.

After a long time, the song ended, and the people did not disperse.

The boy who listened to the music was already in tears and sighed.

"My ancestor's quyi can be used as medicine. Listening to this day's tune, my illness has gone by three points."

The man who was playing stood up holding the pipa and smiled.

"You kid, you have such a clever mouth, tell me, what plan are you going to make this time? Let me tell you first, I don't have any pills for you to eat here!"

But the young man said.

"I don't know if there are two immortals living in seclusion in the Luming Academy within eight hundred miles. Your ancestor, Qingshui Danfang, is still more famous than Fairy Bailu. Why can't you spare a few gourds of panacea for the younger generation to try?"

But he had the idea of ​​using the elixir in the Qingshui Immortal's furnace.

Qingshui Immortal laughed and cursed.

"What a simple and honest young man, you debt-collecting descendants, that pill is also eaten in vain, how many gourds do you have? No, no!"

The young man said unrelentingly.

"I don't have a few gourds, but I always have a few grains, right? You watched me grow up, so you want to let old Zhang's family never succeed?"

Immortal Qingshui shook his head, but still refused.

"Your disease is actually not a disease. No matter how many elixir you take, it won't get better."

The boy surnamed Zhang continued to ask.

"It's not a disease, so what is it? I am the only seedling left in the old Zhang's family. If I die from the disease, it will be truly unprecedented. Moreover, in this way, the old ancestors, your old man will naturally have nothing to do." People serve!"

"Ugh……"

When it came to this point, Immortal Qingshui couldn't continue to hide it, and left and right always had to talk.

"This is your fate. In your generation, the old Zhang's family should have never been seen before."

"I counted your father's fate, and I specially found ten girls with matching horoscopes to take concubines for your father, and reversed the heavenly secrets, so that you were born."

"However, you were born to lie to the heavens, and you were a person who was not destined to exist. Therefore, you were not allowed to leave the family temple for the first ten years, let alone be called Zhang. Only after the age of ten did you get a turning point and be able to appear in front of people. Even so, You are also doomed to die young in this life, full of disasters and illnesses..."

"Don't blame me. I was dragged down because of this, and I lost 60 years of Taoism. I was struck by lightning three times in ten years, and it went wrong many times. The magic weapon that I worked so hard to forge was scrapped. I have been waiting for a hundred years. It also failed to succeed... Now that the Earth Immortal Tribulation once in 300 years has come, it will be a little bit more serious because of it."

Zhang Xiang was silent.

Immortal Qingshui walked to a big rock and asked Zhou Xun.

"Don't Zhou Daoyou give lectures at the academy? Why did you come to my place again today? Bailu should ask Xu Bailu for the list you want."

Xu Bailu is Fairy Bailu, the one who likes to be a girl.

She was originally surnamed Xu, she was a child who attained Taoism, and she and Zhang Qingshui are Taoist couples who practice together.

Of course, Bai Lu and Qing Shui are not their original names, they are just another nicknames after cultivating Taoism. As time goes by, their real names have become unknown.

Jumping down, Zhou Xun stood still and patted off the petals of black plums that were stuck to his body.

Surprised, it turned out that the plum blossoms really stuck to the clothes, as if the patterns on the clothes originally existed.

Zhou Xun took several shots but couldn't get it right. There is something strange about this plum blossom forest.

Fairy Qingshui explained quite proudly.

"My plum blossom forest cultivates a different species of plum blossoms, which were transplanted from the ancient Flower Fairy Cave, and they are called ink and wash Tsinghua."

"This plum blossom has no other advantages, just like a real ink painting. If you take a piece of paper and spread it, you can take away the entire plum forest. It is both a painting and a flower, both dead and alive. Fellow Daoist Lying here, with a few pieces of plum blossoms on it, is like painting plum blossoms on your clothes."

"Interesting, I don't want to have such a strange flower, the world is really big and all-encompassing."

Zhou Xun looked at the young man surnamed Zhang.

"This is Mr. Zhang, right?"

The son looked at Zhou Xun curiously. The two looked about the same age, both in their teens.

But whether the appearance is young or not doesn't mean anything to the cultivators. Don't you see, the ancestor of the Zhang family who has lived for more than 1000 years looks like a young man in his twenties.

"I have a business, and I plan to discuss it with the Zhang family. I wonder who can make the decision?"

Zhou Xun looked at Immortal Qingshui again.

"But I don't know that you are the ancestor of the Zhang family thousands of years ago. Doesn't it mean that the Zhang family is a family that has existed for thousands of years?"

In fact, Zhou Xun has already confirmed that the Zhang family is a member of the former clan.

When the fortunes of a dynasty come to an end, the fate of the royal family may not be so good, but not the clan.

The royal family cannot be equated with the clan.

For example, in the Han Dynasty, there were tens of thousands of clans, and descendants of the clan who lost their titles like Liu Daer lived a life of common people.

And the royal family must have preferential treatment, and they are born as nobles.

Therefore, the last royal family is often buried with them, but the clan is often still alive.

"I am an ancestor thousands of years ago... What does the Zhang family have to do with me now? I have paid off all my debts to the Zhang family, and I don't care anymore."

"Don't bother me with worldly affairs anymore, I have stopped asking about worldly affairs for many years."

"Boy Zhang is the current head of the Zhang family. You still have to talk to him about your affairs."

Zhang Qingshui calmly walked past holding the pipa, leaving space for the two of them.

Thousands of years later, the fate with the Zhang family has finally come to an end, with a lot less involvement, farther away from the world, and closer to Feisheng.

The smoke and fire that belonged to the world on his body became weaker and weaker, and Qingshui Immortal seemed to be flying up at any moment.

In fact, this is not an illusion. He himself has a very high level of morality, and he is approaching the realm of ascension. It is only because of some fate in his early years that he vowed to protect the Zhang family for a thousand years, so he was unable to take the last step and stay in the world.

The Thousand and Three Tribulations were set up by the Earth Immortals who were unable to ascend due to various reasons. They should either ascend before the catastrophe is imminent, or be reincarnated during the catastrophe, or work hard to stop the catastrophe...

Many immortals have enough merit in themselves, but because of some inexplicable reasons, they cannot ascend to the heaven.

That's why the immortal family lives in isolation, and they don't want to be involved in the world, just to be less involved and more free.

Young master Zhang surnamed saw Qingshui Immortal going away, he couldn't help being silent, feeling in his heart that this was the last time he saw this old ancestor.

Zhou Xun watched Qingshui Xianren leave step by step with the pipa in his arms, and expressed relief in his mouth.
"Fellow Daoist Qingshui seems to have made some progress again. It seems that this progress is about to surpass Chunyang, and Xiaju has soared! If you are lucky, you can still catch up before the catastrophe falls."

"Ascension of the Celestial Immortal, apart from himself, he cannot take anything from the lower world with him, unless it is a rare treasure from the Immortal Mansion. That is to say, after Fellow Daoist Qing Shui ascends, all his treasures will be left behind, and all the treasures he will leave for those who are destined will be one by one. Tibetan, most of the rest will be handed over to you to inherit."

The boy shook his head, he didn't care about these extraneous things.

"Never ask for leave of brother's name?"

"My surname is Zhang, and the single name has the word You, which means Wangyou."

Wangyou Wangyou, it's a pity that he was born with many illnesses, vomiting blood all the year round, destined to have a short life, I can only hope that he can forget his worries.

"Brother Wangyou, I won't hide it from you, I just fell in love with Wu Yiwei."

Zhou Xun found a comfortable place to sit down, and with a touch of his hand, a section of ivy grew on the ground, which was twisted and coiled to form a wicker chair, which was convenient for him to lie down on.

The unique five-spirit fairy art in this world is ingenious. It does not seek the five elements to restrain it, but takes the road of five-spirit transformation.

Zhou Xun's hand just now is the wonderful use of the earth spirit and water spirit in the Five Spirits Immortal Technique. What is sown is just common seeds, which are stimulated by the immortal technique and adjusted to form.

"Wuyiwei..."

The boy was still kneeling and sitting on the cold stone slab, and the cool wind blew, stirring a strand of hair on his temples.

Hearing this word for the first time, Zhang Wangyou was a little dazed, as if he didn't understand.

"Brother Wangyou, isn't the Zhang family the former clan? As far as I know, the Wuyiwei has not been disbanded."

Only then did Zhang Wangyou suddenly realize.

Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief, coughed a few times, and when he put it down, there were streaks of blood on the white handkerchief.

Zhou Xun frowned slightly, raised his hand lightly, passed a trace of immortal energy, sorted out his energy channels for him, and replenished his vitality.

This investigation, it is indeed the same as what Immortal Qingshui said, it is a congenital deficiency, such a fate, it is not a disease.

Even if he forcibly refined himself into a divine elixir and cured him, it would still be useless, and other catastrophes would always come to him.

This kind of thing would be difficult even if Immortal Da Luo came. Zhou Xun only offered a little help to ease the pain and make him feel better.

"Thank you, cough cough, my disease is incurable, so I don't need to do more useless things."

His complexion is pale, his appearance is delicate, and he tends to be the image of "sick son" or "Jiangzuo Meilang" in people's minds.

"The black-clothed guards you mentioned have long been dispersed. Seventy years ago, the clan's clan crossed the south, and the last batch of black-clothed guards who guarded the ancestral hall were transferred. The number was less than 70. After many bloody battles along the way, they finally survived. There are less than two hundred. Wu Yiwei, when he arrived in the south of the Yangtze River, he was gone."

"what!"

This is quite different from what Zhou Xun originally thought.

(End of this chapter)