Journey To Longevity

At Chenshi, Zhang Shiping left the mansion after having breakfast. When he passed by, there were already two long queues lined up at the Ascension Society. behind a couple.

The couple were in their early thirties. The man was carrying a red cherry gun on his back, and the head of the gun was tied tightly with white cloth. The male monk was grabbing a handful of pumpkin seeds from his wife next to him, and the couple stood bored, killing the time by eating the seeds.

The woman has a plump figure, wearing red clothes, her teeth are constantly moving up and down, and there is a pile of melon seed shells under her feet. It seems that the two have been standing here for a while. The woman in red saw Zhang Shiping behind her, and handed over the pumpkin seeds in her hand, "Little brother, would you like some?"

"No, no." Zhang Shiping quickly refused, he thought that he would go out every day, anyway, the mansion is very close to here, and he will arrive in a few steps, he never thought that there are so many people in this team.

As soon as he went up in a row, someone followed him. It was an old man in sackcloth with a wrinkled face and black and white hair. "Big sister, give me some of these pumpkin seeds."

"Brother, you also come to line up, don't you know the rules of Jiaozuo Zong? They don't accept them when they are old." The woman touched a handful of pumpkin seeds from the small cloth bag to the old man.

"What are the rules of Jiaozuo Zong's acceptance of apprentices? I don't understand when I just arrived here, so I hope my younger sister will explain it to me."

"Jiaozuo Zong opened the mountain once every three years. Over the years, they have recruited disciples based on monks' cultivation and age. How old are you, brother? They don't accept them after sixty years old."

"The old man is exactly fifty-nine this year, and he hasn't exceeded or exceeded." The old man in sackcloth heaved a sigh of relief.

The woman was a little puzzled, but she didn't find out how old the old man was, and the Jiaozuo sect monks would naturally look forward to it. The age of a monk cannot be determined based on his appearance alone, and the methods of cultivation have their own mysteries.

"The cultivation base needs to be seven levels. For example, this little brother is not more than twenty years old, as long as he can practice Qi at the third level and above, he can pass the primary selection. Those who are over fifty years old need to practice Qi at the sixth level or above. Listen It is said that nearly a thousand people pass the primary election every time, and then two or three hundred people are selected through the ring to become Jiaozuo Sect disciples."

Chen Wenguang told him about these things, and he needed more details. There are three arenas, which are divided according to age. Those under 20 years old are divided into Zone A, those under 40 years old are divided into Zone B, and those under 60 years old are divided into Zone C. About 100 people are selected for each. As long as Zhang Shiping performed well in the ring, he would not be able to escape the quota of a Jiaozuo Sect disciple.

If it really doesn't work, it's not a big problem to return Uncle Chen, a foundation-builder cultivator from the inner sect, for help.

While they were talking about something, there were a dozen or so monks lined up behind them. Usually, everyone was scattered, and when there were too many people, the scene was chattering.

"Why is it dark?" There was a dark shadow on the ground, and many monks who were covered looked up, and a black spot appeared in the sky, and the shadow became bigger and bigger on the ground. It was a giant eagle with a wingspan of eight or nine feet, and its blue-black feathers shone like iron in the sun. Just by taking a look at this giant eagle, Zhang Shiping couldn't help but want to run away.

There was a person standing on the eagle's back, and he jumped down when he was seven or eight feet off the ground.

The man was a tall man with a height of nine feet, his complexion was dark and dark under the scorching sun all year round, his facial features were erect, his hair was short, and his temples were gray. Falling from a high altitude to the ground without making a sound, like a goose feather falling on the snow, the control of oneself is already perfect.

When he landed, the five Jiaozuo Sect Foundation Establishment monks who had been sitting on the high platform had already come to him, "Welcome Uncle Ma."

"I said you boys don't wait for the old man, why are you running so fast, I don't know that the old man has trouble with his legs and feet?"

"It's my fault, I hope my uncle will forgive me." The five people bowed their heads and replied. The golden elixir has a lifespan of 800 years, and he is only 600 years old, just past middle age. The five foundation cultivators didn't know what to think, but kept respectful faces, and welcomed the ancestral golden elixir to the high platform.

This is Ma Hua, a Jindan monk of the Jiaozuo Sect. He vacated the high platform and took the main seat.

This kind of trivial matter of opening a mountain and recruiting disciples does not need to bother the Golden Core cultivator at all. Maybe this kind of old monster is so quiet that he came to join in the fun, and the five Foundation Establishment cultivators under his door naturally understood.

After they received the news, they were waiting. Otherwise, the Ascension Fair would have started long ago, and there would not have been two long queues.

The two disciples of the Jiaozuo Sect who had prepared earlier took out a compass and put three almost transparent spirit stones into the center of the compass. After the spirit stones were completely submerged, the bronze mirror in the compass glowed with a blue-gray light.

The disciple held it in his hand, and took a photo of the participating monks. Those who did not meet the standards were naturally reprimanded, and those who met the standards were divided into three parts according to their age.

The speed of the test was extremely fast. It took the two qi training disciples a little more time to replace the spirit stones. In less than a quarter of an hour, the couple in front of Zhang Shiping had passed and were assigned to the second area. He immediately stepped forward, and the blue light on the compass The light shone on him, from head to toe, Zhang Shiping felt very bad, as if he was naked in public.

The disciple of Jiaozuo Zong's qi training period signaled Zhang Shiping to go to Area A, and the old man stepped forward on his back foot. The disciple looked suspiciously at the old man, and held up the light of the compass to shine on him.

The old man successfully passed the test, and Zhang Shiping believed in his heart that this wrinkled, sixty-nine face was actually less than sixty.

The old man bowed down and hurriedly thanked him. He took two steps in three steps and squeezed to the C area.

There are more and more people divided into three districts, and each district is densely packed with people. Not long after that, the results of the primary election have already been drawn. Zhang Shiping knew that the next step was the ring competition.

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The Golden Core cultivator on the high platform yawned, and said to several Foundation Establishment cultivators, "It's like this every time. It's a waste of time. This time, the old man is right. Let's do it in another way."

What else could Chen Wenguang and the other five Foundation Establishment cultivators say, as the veteran Golden Core cultivators in the sect, they could completely decide the assessment of the outer sect disciples.

"I don't know how the uncle wants to change the assessment method." An older foundation-building monk asked.

The Golden Core cultivator got up and took a step forward with a strong aura, "Naturally, whatever time is coming soon."

The golden core monk stepped out of the high platform in a few steps, stood in the air above the heads of the people who had passed the primary election, and his voice reached the ears of everyone in the Ascension of Immortals, "Later, I will test you with different spiritual pressure, no matter what method you use, you can Those who survive 20 breaths without falling down will pass the test, and after five breaths, they will start from Area A."

As soon as Zhang Shiping heard the sound, it was not a group arena, but the ancestor of Jindan. If he couldn't pass, his uncle would be in trouble. No, I can't always think about relying on others, Zhang Shiping's mind has a lot more thoughts for a while.

He calmed himself down in just five breaths, took out three Vajra Talismans and slapped himself on his body, and with a touch on his waist, a pennant flag half the size of a palm transformed into a miraculous light, which suddenly became several times larger. The yellow light mask transformed from the Dao Vajra Talisman was laid on another layer.

Just after this, Zhang Shiping felt the pressure on his shoulders first, even though the four defenses laid down had offset most of them, after ten breaths, he was already sweating profusely, and after fifteen breaths, his low-grade Black Wind Banner turned into a mask It was broken, and the flag fell to the ground. Zhang Shiping didn't care to pick it up, so he could only grit his teeth and hold on.

The hundreds of people in District A who were with him heard the voices of oops one after another, and only a hundred or so were left in fifteen breaths.

Twenty breaths arrived. The Golden Core cultivator restrained the spiritual pressure, Zhang Shiping's face turned green and pale, and he recovered after a while. Those who survived were almost like this, and there were no outstanding people.

Zhang Shiping put away the Black Wind Flag on the ground, and the three Vajra Talismans had been turned into ashes.

The Jindan cultivator's spiritual pressure control is excellent. The three areas A, B, and C are separated by 20 meters.

Districts B and C got a big deal, and those old fritters took advantage of the dozens of extra breaths to give themselves a lot of blessings.

The spiritual pressure of the assessment is different. Some casual cultivators who have just reached the standard do not have suitable exercises or magic weapons. Just relying on their own superficial cultivation, five Jindan monks are crushed by the spiritual pressure of the Golden Core cultivator and fall into a coma. past.

A once-in-three-year Ascension Fair is in the hands of Jindan monks, and the assessment time is only a few dozen breaths, and the follow-up registration and other things do not take too much time. This is because Jindan monks have long disappeared. . UU reading www. uukanshu. com

The five Foundation Establishment cultivators on the high platform looked at each other. Chen Wenguang watched Zhang Shiping pass the test from a distance, and the corners of his mouth rose. He knew that a Foundation Establishment cultivator like himself would have no face in front of the Golden Core cultivator, Uncle Ma, but he could not face the other four Foundation Establishment brothers. Accepting an outer disciple in front of him is just a matter of one sentence.

This is the best, he laughed, "Since the uncle has finished the assessment, I will naturally obey the order, and finish it as soon as possible, so I can go back to the mountain to practice."

A tall and thin middle-aged man among the monks who established the foundation showed a tangled expression, looking at a fallen young man under the stage, he gritted his teeth and made Yu Feijian chase in the direction where Jin Dan was leaving.

"Senior Brother Lin..." a Foundation Establishment cultivator spoke.

The older monk who established the foundation waved his hand and said, "Don't worry about Junior Brother Lin. Junior Brother Chen is right, finish it early and go back to the mountain early, my Qinghe is still waiting for me, I don't worry about my apprentice who is sloppy." .” Several people laughed together.

During the qi training period, the disciples registered the two hundred and thirty-four people who passed the test, and told them to deal with their own affairs first, and they would meet again after two hours, and they would not wait when it was too late.

Zhang Shiping naturally went back to the mansion, and Chen Wenguang and other foundation-building monks also returned to the mansion. He called Zhang Shiping to his yard, and instructed him to do many things after entering the house, what to pay attention to, what to avoid, and so on.

When Zhang Shiping went out, he had a gray storage bag in his hand, and he squeezed it tightly. He had practiced for many years without a storage bag, and he did not expect to get it like this.

It's worth three hundred spirit stones, and he has only saved less than two hundred spirit stones over the years.

Back in his room, Zhang Shiping put the things in the baggage in the room into the storage bag, and also put his black wind flag in, leaving only a few talismans next to his body.