Asking about longevity

Chapter 1017 Huangquan

Feng Family Cave Palace.

At night, Elder Zhang and Elder Feng sat opposite each other and drank with a serious expression.

"Brother Zhang, are you talking about... Huangquan?" Elder Feng frowned.

As soon as the word "Huangquan" was said, the atmosphere in the room became a little colder.

Elder Zhang nodded and said in a deep voice: "It seems that someone wants to open the 'Huangquan' road in Kanzhou..."

Elder Feng frowned, "Who?"

Elder Zhang shook his head, "Old ancestors and the others are not considered..."

Elder Feng's face became even more serious, and after a moment, he asked in a narrow voice: "Is there really something like... 'Huangquan'?"

Elder Zhang looked ugly and said slowly:

"In the ancient records of Kanzhou ten thousand years ago, there is indeed the word "Huangquan", which is called a major disaster of extinction in the state."

"But what exactly is this 'yellow spring'?"

"Is it a big demon, a big ghost, a big corpse?"

"Is it a certain demon cave, an ancient Taoist, or a killing disaster in heaven and earth, a calamity of cause and effect... no one knows it at all."

"I am still confused about how to open the Huangquan Road and what it means."

Elder Feng said, "Since you don't know anything... Brother Zhang, how do you know that there are signs that the 'Huangquan' will be opened in the way in Kanzhou?"

Elder Zhang said in a cold voice: "The ancestors asked for a dream, and there were evil signs in the dream. The boundary of Canglan Prefecture was destroyed. The gloomy yellow spring water flowed along the river to the entire Kanzhou, distorting all living things."

"The entire Kanzhou has become a suburb of the underworld where yin and yang are inseparable and humans and ghosts are inseparable..."

Just thinking about this picture made Elder Feng feel a little chilled.

Elder Zhang sighed, "The disaster of the Yellow Spring is recorded in the ancient chronicles of all states."

"The cultivation world is divided into nine states, Daozhou is in the middle, and the other eight states follow the principles of the Eight Trigrams and protect the center."

"My Zhang family lives in Kanzhou. Kan is water."

"The Yellow Spring is also the water of the Nine Netherworlds."

"If we follow the principles of the Eight Trigrams, the disaster of the Yellow Springs must start from Kanzhou. This is the source of the Nine Nethers and the place where the Yellow Springs originated."

"If the disaster of Huangquan in Kanzhou is born, my Zhang family will be the first to be affected. The family's foundation for generations is here, and I dare not do my best to do my best..."

Elder Feng pondered for a moment, his eyes were worried, but at the same time he looked confused:

"Brother Zhang, I have something to do."

"Brother Feng, please tell me." Elder Zhang said.

Elder Feng said, "You and I look at the Qianxuezhou area, with a crowd of people, and a beautiful scene. We can see that the world is peaceful, the nine provinces are prosperous, and the area is prosperous..."

"But..." Elder Feng frowned, "As Brother Zhang said, Kanzhou has a problem with the Yellow Springs, Lizhou has a rebellion in the Southern Wilderness. In addition, there are also occasional truths in various places..."

Elder Feng was a little afraid to mention those two words. He hesitated for a moment, then he held his courage and lowered his voice:

"The evil of Tao is causing trouble..."

"So, is the world peaceful, prosperous, or full of injustice and chaos?"

Elder Feng's voice was deeply puzzled.

Elder Zhang was silent. After a moment, he raised his eyes and looked at Elder Feng deeply, "Brother Feng, do you really don't know?"

Elder Feng's eyes flashed, but he shook his head.

Elder Zhang said slowly, word by word:

"The aristocratic family is prosperous, and you are the elder of the aristocratic family, so you feel that the cultivation world is prosperous."

"But the prosperity of aristocratic families comes at a price."

"Whoever bears this price will bear the injustice and chaos..."

Elder Zhang had a deep gaze and a meaningful tone.

Some are prosperous and some are bearing the price. Therefore, the chaos in the cultivation world remained frequent, and there were signs of the beginning of the underworld in Kanzhou.

Elder Feng was thinking, but obviously didn't understand it very much.

Elder Zhang had no intention of discussing this issue in depth. What he is concerned about at present is the matter of Kanzhou.

Elder Zhang sighed and said sincerely:

"I'm not hiding it from Brother Feng, I came to Qianxuezhou in person this time. First, to discuss swords and watch rituals, let the disciples in the clan see the charm of Qianxue genius, know the truth about people outside of others, and do not lose the spirit of seeking the truth and being enterprising. …”

"The second is to visit old friends;"

"Third, it's because of this disaster."

Elder Zhang looked at Elder Feng solemnly, "The Qianxuezhou area is the fifth-rank major state. The sects of the aristocratic families have a long history, and there must be many ancient books and old records in the Taoist sect."

"If I have the chance, I want to check it out."

"Some of the seniors in Qianxuezhou and those with knowledgeable colleagues, if you have the chance, please ask Brother Feng to recommend it."

"I want to use this to find out the root of the word "Huangquan"..."

"The disaster in the Yellow Spring is illusory. If there is no such thing, it will be the best."

"But if there is any, it will be a major disaster. My Zhang family lives in Kanzhou for many years and has no choice but to find a way to suppress it to resolve the disaster in one state and one territory."

Elder Zhang, who was in the Feather Realm, stood up, bowed to Elder Feng, and said solemnly, "I'd like to ask Brother Feng to do it."

Elder Feng quickly stood up to avoid it and said, "Brother Zhang, why should I do this? I really don't dare to be it."

He thought about it seriously and said truthfully: "To be honest, I really can't help Brother Zhang in such a big matter as Huangquan."

"But if I only check the old books and records of ancient books and recommend some senior fellow Taoists, then I have no choice but to do so."

Elder Zhang felt relieved and bowed, "Thank you!"

The two of them took advantage of the night to chat about specific matters for a while, and it was not until it was too late that they each stood up and said goodbye.

Elder Zhang returned to the Zhang family's guest room and according to the convention, he named it first.

It was the hour of Hai, and most of the disciples of the clan came back on time, but one person was missing.

Elder Zhang's eyes sank, "Where is Zhang Lan?"

The Zhang family looked at each other and dared not speak.

It’s not that they don’t want to cover up, but that’s because of their thoughts and practices, they are not even Mao’s, and they are seen through as soon as they open their mouths.

To be honest, it's okay.

If you hide it, everyone will be in trouble.

Just when the disciples were worried, a monk in green clothes hurried in outside the door and bowed and said, "Great Elder."

Elder Zhang glanced at him and asked, "Where have you gone?"

Zhang Lan said with a bow: "I went to visit a fellow Taoist..."

Elder Zhang was worried, and didn't think much about it for a moment, and waved his hand, "Okay, come back early next time to avoid causing trouble."

"Yes." Zhang Lan breathed a sigh of relief.

After that, everyone dispersed and went back to their room to rest.

Elder Zhang returned to the room and meditated and rested, but he couldn't calm down, so he simply stood up, sat at the table, lit a candlelight, flipped through some ancient classics and incomplete jade slips, and sought an answer.

However, the disaster of "Yellow Spring" is difficult to distinguish between true and false. The records are hidden in ancient books, which are strange stories and have never been seen.

Elder Zhang looked through and found that he still had very little results, no origin was found, and there was no way to suppress him. He couldn't help but sigh and murmured in his heart:

"The ancestors and ancestors bless me. I hope that this trip to Qianxue can find clues to suppress the 'Huangquan' to resolve the disaster in Kanzhou..."

But he also knew that hope for this matter was too slim.

Elder Zhang shook his head and continued to read and think. But the more I think about it, the more I feel my mind is exhausted and my mind is upset.

At this moment, somehow the scenes of the swordsmanship in the daytime came to his mind again.

On the Fang Tian’s painting, that figure was as graceful as a stunning geese and as a swimming dragon. Under the fine and unwind-out sword light of the Feng family’s genius, he was as calm as flowing water, and the sword blade did not touch his body...

Elder Zhang remembers his name very clearly:

Ink painting.

Elder Zhang was stunned for a moment, but didn't think deeply, but just sighed:

"It is indeed a genius of Qianxue. He is a young man with an unparalleled temperament. His body skills are above the genius of the Feng family of Xiaoyao Sect. It is really incredible..."

Especially his body movement.

Elder Zhang is a maharaja, and his family has also inherited body skills for generations.

He could see better than anyone else that the details of the body water-based body movements of the Mo Hua were extraordinary and the exquisiteness of the flow.

Such a sophisticated body technique can never be achieved without being trained for thousands of times, and has been working hard and expended for a lot of effort.

He has high talent, high understanding, willing to work hard, and has excellent body skills.

"How great would it be if such a young genius was really my Zhang family's son..."

Even Elder Zhang was full of love for talents and was envious.

But for a moment of envy, he was stunned for a moment.

Elder Feng's words in the sun came to his heart again.

At this time, the night was late, and Elder Zhang calmed down and thought about it in his mind.

He thought about every move carefully.

He slowly thought about it whenever he had made every line.

I am afraid of being serious in everything.

I'm even more afraid of thinking.

Elder Zhang tossed and turned, thought about it for dozens of times, and finally took a breath of cold air with a "hiss":

"The body movement of this young man really seems to be a bit like... the way I'm in the Zhang family?"

But his body technique is so exquisitely used.

More sophisticated than the disciples of the Zhang family.

Even many moves are slim and subtle with their powerful spiritual sense, which is simply not something that ordinary monks can do.

And there were also some other body movements of seven and eight claws that were integrated into it.

In addition, there is also some mist. Therefore, at first glance, it is difficult to identify at all.

But at this time, Elder Zhang cut open the body movement and crushed it. After thinking about it repeatedly, he finally realized that there were indeed some traces of orthodox trajectory in it.

"But...this is impossible..."

"How could he, a genius from Taixu Sect who is completely invincible, learn the unique skills that my Zhang family has never been passed down from outside?"

Elder Zhang frowned and puzzled.

"It makes no sense..."

"Is there really a bad son in my Zhang family who violates the ancestral teachings?"

Elder Zhang's eyes gradually became dangerous.

…

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Zhang Lan, who was originally lying lazily, felt a sudden chill surge, and a terrified heart almost jumped up.

"Are you dangerous?"

Zhang Lan's face changed drastically. Seeing that the night was quiet around him, the moonlight outside the window was peaceful, and there was nothing unusual, he felt relieved and thought about the cause and effect.

"This kid in Mo Hua is a bit dangerous."

"It's still very hateful."

"Maybe it was because he had come into contact with ink painting during the day, so when he was hated, he implicated me..."

Zhang Lan nodded, feeling something makes sense, and then lay down lazily.

But this time, he was a little uneasy.

…

Taixu Gate.

Mr. Xun also cannot sleep at night.

In Qianxuezhou, the ancestor generally won’t come forward in the sword competition, but it doesn’t mean that he doesn’t need to work behind the scenes.

Since the sword discussion meeting started, undercurrents in the Qianxuezhou area were surging, and everything was complicated. He, the ancestor of the sect, may not have really rested for a long time.

And now, what he felt most difficult was the ink painting.

The development of things was a bit beyond his expectations.

He didn't expect that Mo Hua, the child, had a "fashionable" face, but he was so hateful.

Only using the basic low-level five-element spell can make a group of geniuses of geniuses from the sect grit their teeth with hatred for him.

The sword contest has been held for so many sessions and so many geniuses in sword contest, Mo Hua is also the only one in the first place.

Mr. Xun was really unexpected.

Moreover, the situation is gradually becoming a little uncontrollable.

Mr. Xun frowned, and after a long time, he couldn't help but sigh:

"Maybe...this is fate?"

Back then, the boy named "Zhuang" was so amazing that he looked down on the world, which made the genius jealous and hated him, and ended up with enemies all over his eyes.

I don't know if there is a master's inheritance here...

The child Mo Hua was fine at the beginning, but as he walked, he seemed to be in a wrong way.

Like "repeating the same mistake", he fell on the same path as his master.

He was hated like his master.

Of course, there is still a difference between the two.

Zhuang Daoling was hated because he was extremely talented and arrogant.

The ink painting is hated because it is tricky and weird and very annoying.

The current ink painting is a bit like... another style of painting "Zhuang Daoling".

Mr. Xun was very helpless.

He thought about this kind of thing for a long time, but there was really no way to do it. At the end, he could only sigh.

"Forget it, 'Everyone in the world' may also be the path that his master and apprentice are destined to take..."

"Some fates cannot escape from it..."

Fortunately, ink painting is not really an enemy of the world now.

There are many people who hate him.

But there are also many people who like him and care about him.

Although the road he took was like another "Zhuang Daoling", he was not the real Zhuang Daoling after all.

He is...

"Ink painting."

Mr. Xun muttered softly, remembering Mo Hua's sincere face and innocent Taoist heart, gradually letting go.

…

The next day, the sword debate continued.

The progress of the sword competition is also progressing little by little.

More and more monks are beginning to pay attention to ink painting.

Care about ink painting.

Some people who hate ink paintings.

Most of them are still so angry that they want to see the ink painting that they are unlucky, and then they are very lucky to gloat and take the blame.

Elder Zhang searched for friends and visited the Tao. While exploring the roots of the Yellow Springs, he also began to stare at the ink painting.

He will watch almost every sword contest in ink painting.

He wanted to see if the body technique used by Mo Hua was the way he used by his Zhang family.

Zhang Lan naturally wanted to watch ink paintings to discuss swordsmanship.

In this way, he could be considered "consistent" with Elder Zhang.

Of course, Zhang Lan was still nervous.

The great elder's vision is very vicious.

There are some things that he naturally can't guess without clues.

But whenever there is a clue that the elder caught the "little braid" and then he peels it off and figures out what he can do...

Then it will definitely be done.

Therefore, in order not to be suspected by the Great Elder, Zhang Lan only dared to sit in the crowd, silently watching the ink paintings for swords.

He dared not speak out, dared not discuss, and dared not reveal any signs of his understanding of ink painting.

He was just a visitor from another place, passing by, unknown spectator.

As for ink painting?

I really don't know.

…

On the mountain of Interpretation, the atmosphere of watching the battle became more and more intense.

Hate is accumulating, and more and more geniuses are "sharpening their knives" at Mohua, trying to cut Mohua under the horse.

But the sword discussion on Xuanzi has come to an end.

Most of the sword competitions have been compared.

The situation has basically settled.

They want to target ink painting, but there is no chance.

What's more, the opponents are not particularly strong in the next few games of Ink Painting.

After a fight, Mo Hua won, and the winning was quite smooth, and not too many were targeted.

The overall situation is obviously a bit severe, but there is another kind of peace before the storm comes.

In this somewhat strange atmosphere, the Xuanzi Bureau’s sword discussion came to an end calmly.

Unexpectedly, Taixu Gate maintained the third place.

This third one is not only because of Mo Hua and Linghu Xiao, but never lost.

The disciples of other sects have also made a lot of effort.

Even a group of disciples who had originally been ordinary, but after the practice of the Sword and Sword, had a "transformation" occurred.

Some of these disciples have even successfully advanced to the "di" bureau.

Ink paintings were all surprised.

The elders and senior executives of the sect were even more surprised.

The sword discussion of Xuan characters ended, and after a simple rest and adjustment, the sword discussion of the "di" characters officially began.

The four geniuses began to take action.

The real strong enemy has finally officially shown its "magnificence"...

(End of this chapter)