Journey To Longevity

There is no time to practice, and in the blink of an eye, two and a half years have passed.

During these two and a half years, Zhang Shiping never took a step out of the cave, and he didn't even take a step out of the quiet room where he meditated and practiced Qi for several months.

The five stewards in Kunshan lived very comfortably, and Kunshan was nothing more than orchards, tea gardens, large spiritual rice fields, and a few newly opened medicinal gardens with common spiritual plants. The five of them made After being in charge for such a long time, even with my eyes closed, I can handle it clearly.

From their point of view, Zhang Shiping is an ascetic monk who doesn't care about anything else, and nothing but practice is practice. But even so, the three old stewards of the Zhang family still did their best to help Zhang Shiping with chores, and the other two stewards Lin and Zhuang also did a good job, but they might have other ideas in their hearts, but the three old stewards of the Zhang family Under her nose, she dared not have the slightest disagreement.

After all, there are tens of thousands of Qi-refining monks in the Zhengyang Sect, and they can be like them. There are only a small number of people who are in charge of the inner sect master uncle Lingshan. How dare they not cherish it?

But the three stewards of the Zhang family are old after all. During Zhang Shiping's retreat for more than two years, every one or two months, they came up to the cave on the mountainside of Kunshan to ask Zhang Shiping to resign. Zhang Shiping took a look and decided on a new candidate for the job.

For the three of them, they did not expect that the management of the five first-level spiritual mountains near Kunshan would be from the Zhang family, but the three they are in charge of now should be managed by disciples of the Zhang family. There are many people who have this kind of thinking. Every inner disciple in the Zhengyang Sect, as long as they are from a family, has this situation. The position of steward of the first-level Lingshan can even be passed on from generation to generation.

Even if they didn't mention it, Zhang Shiping would still consider appointing a close clan member. In this kind of thing, people are appointed on their merits and relatives, otherwise the tribe will complain a little bit if they don't talk about it secretly. Besides, with so many qi refining monks, who should they use?

As for the mortals living on Mount Yekun, no matter how long Zhang Shiping retreats, he has nothing to do with them and has almost no impact on their lives. These mortals do what they should do, and rest when they should rest. Living in the Zhengyang sect is better than living in the secular world. It is much better to live half full every day.

They basically have no impression of Zhang Shiping, a high-ranking immortal teacher. There are so many mortals living near Kunshan, and only a few of them are lucky enough to have seen Zhang Shiping. In the Spirit Tree Orchard in Yekun Mountain, more than 20 fruit farmers were busy. Among them was a young boy who climbed up the tree and stared at the several wormholes that were as thick as thumbs. This young man is exactly the one that Zhang Shiping had seen before and fell from a tree, and now he has grown into a great boy. But this person Zhang Shiping has long forgotten. In fact, it can also be said that for ordinary people who are not familiar with him, few immortal cultivators will remember it in their hearts, and they will not forget it for years.

Under the tree was an outer disciple of the Zhengyang Sect who was wearing black, with his hand on the tree trunk, but perhaps because he sensed the danger, the moth inside the tree trunk didn’t move at all, and didn’t make any sound, Gu Chenyu frowned. Frowning, feeling helpless, the dry heart moth larva is really difficult to deal with, this larva is very good at hiding, as long as the larva remains still, with the spiritual sense of a monk in the early and middle stages of Qi refining, he will not be able to detect the location of the larva at all. He could only put his hand on the trunk of the fruit tree, cooperate with his divine sense, find out the dry hole made by the larvae of the dead heart moth, and then use the golden needle technique to find the larvae inch by inch.

The golden needle that Gu Chen turned into mana was carefully swimming in the tree trunk. Suddenly he felt something crawling fast inside, climbing up from the tree trunk. He yelled loudly to the boy above. Holding the root cone, they have already sealed off all the exits of the other wormholes in the tree except for the one in front of him.

When the yellow-headed larva like a fat white sausage squeezed out of the wormhole, the boy immediately pierced the pointed awl in his hand and picked out the fat larva. Green worm juice sprayed out from the larva's mouth. He was very skilled. Avoiding it, while the larva was still struggling, he happily put it into a bamboo tube tied around his waist, and tightly plugged the lid.

The young man swallowed the saliva in his mouth. These dry heart moth larvae taste like boiled, but with oil, the outer layer is fried until golden and crisp, and the inner worm meat is tender and refreshing, which is the most delicious. In addition, the larvae eat the spirit tree, and the spirit energy contained in the body is not too much, but for ordinary people, it is very nourishing.

Among them were a few Zhengyangzong monks in the early stage of Qi refining, who were pinching the hand formula, humming words in their mouths, and after a few breaths, their palms were facing a few spiritual trees in the spiritual tree orchard that had removed pests and had yellow leaves. , They emitted a large piece of faint green light, and the rejuvenation technique melted into the fruit trees. The condition of these fruit trees was obviously much better, and some leaves turned directly from yellow and black to green.

In Yekun Mountain, when Zhang Shiping retreats or goes out, things are there, and there are always people who take care of them. He doesn't need to worry about these things, as long as he gives mortals a bite, they will do things well. For low-level disciples in the Qi refining period, as long as they are provided with a few good places to practice and the opportunity to earn spirit stones, then they are no different from ordinary people who seek stability.

There are no Jiazi in the mountains, and the year is unknown in the cold and heat.

In fact, even if Zhang Shiping went to the South China Sea for five years, he still stayed in seclusion for two and a half years after he came back, how would mortals know about these things!

However, when Zhang Shiping was in retreat for nearly three years, Zhang Shiping finally withdrew the aura of the cave formation and walked out of the cave.

The three old stewards of the Zhang family, because these years, every time Zhang Shiping came to retreat, they couldn't even send the sound transmission jade slips into the formation. After they waited for a long time without any results, they were left with two honest peasants who waited day and night in front of the gate of Zhang Shiping's cave.

"Greetings to Master Immortal Master!"

Zhang Shiping had just stepped out of the cave, he hadn't seen the sunshine outside for a long time, he squinted his eyes subconsciously, and the two honest peasants who were waiting ran over and knelt on the ground tremblingly, and kowtowed heavily. Shouted nervously, at the same time one of the youths took out a blue jade slip from his bosom and presented it with both hands.

The cyan jade slips flew up from the young man's hand~www.readwn.com~ Zhang Shiping's spiritual sense probed, it turned out that the three old men of the Zhang family were looking for him, and they were talking about the affairs of Lingshan. Regarding the plans of the three old men of the Zhang family, Zhang Shiping took the jade slips Jane, smiled.

"Get up, you can go." Zhang Shiping took a few breaths from the storage bag, finally found two small pieces of gold, and threw them to two honest-looking farmers.

Then he took out the ancient Qingling boat and threw it upwards. The palm-sized flying boat slowly became Zhang Xulong. Zhang Shiping stepped on the flying boat and flew towards the nearby first-order spirit mountain. The three elders of the Zhang family agreed to their request and asked them to go back to the Zhang family next time to find Zhang Tongan and ask him to send a few mature and prudent clansmen over to take over their errands.

If Zhang Shiping decides on his own, then they are afraid that they will leave this job in charge to their own children and grandchildren. This kind of thing, the people of the clan all look at me and look at you. The three old stewards have been doing this for so long, and they have earned a lot of spirit stones for their children and grandchildren. Therefore, Zhang Shiping felt that it was more appropriate for his father to handle this matter!

The three old stewards responded quickly, but there was light in their cloudy eyes, there was always room for this matter. After talking about this matter, Zhang Shiping asked him if anyone came to look for him during the retreat. The old man thought for a while, and said that more than half a month ago, Uncle Su from Moyun Mountain came to look for him. Seeing that Zhang Shiping was in retreat, he confessed A few of them were left, and after Zhang Shiping left the customs, he told him, but Su Shuang didn't say anything.

As soon as Zhang Shiping heard it, he drove the Qingling Ancient Boat into a ray of blue light and flew towards Moyun Mountain.

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