Longevity and Immortal Cultivation: Starting from Controlling Your Own Essence

South, Jiangzhou.

After many years, Zhang Yao returned to his hometown.

After twenty years of traveling around the world, he rarely returned to Jiangzhou, deliberately avoiding this place, so as not to be exposed to his identity.

until this time:

The old fairy family who went to Yunzhou to wait for the Zhennan Prince's Mansion ran out of lifespan, and it might take decades to wait, so he took a detour and came to Jiangzhou by the way.

"The change is really big enough..."

Zhang Yao was riding a horse, swinging on the Qingshi official road, still feeling a little sad.

He just left Jiangdu, but this time he didn't go to Baihe City by boat, but returned to Changping by land.

Jiangdu has changed a lot.

He still remembered that decades ago, the three major forces in Jiangdu stood together to check and balance each other and protect Jiangdu together.

Shi Yong, the former envoy of the four counties, and later Huo Luanshan, the envoy of the four counties in the north, were afraid of such a situation and dared not attack Jiangdu for a long time.

But in the turbulent twenty years, everything has changed——

Li Xiaofeng of the Cao Gang failed in his hopes and failed to cultivate a new grandmaster until his death. As a result, the Cao Gang, which had no successors and lacked a grandmaster, was severely suppressed by the government and the business alliance.

In the final outcome, the entire Li family was exterminated, and the Cao Gang was severely injured, and never recovered.

But before the local aristocratic families and business alliances were happy for a few years, the situation in the world changed suddenly, and the army of King Pingliang from the north came.

The people in charge of Jiangdu originally wanted to rely on the natural danger of the great river to temporarily block King Pingliang's troops, and wanted to seek greater bargaining chips to negotiate with King Pingliang.

It's a pity that their fate is the same as those in the seven northern states.

Overnight, all the old masters of the Jiangdu family and the new masters enshrined by the business alliance died in strange ways, and all the top leaders also suffered heavy casualties at the same time, almost completely wiped out.

The order in Jiangdu collapsed overnight, and the chaos lasted for more than a month, until King Pingliang's army approached the city, and Jiangdu opened the city gate and descended.

"The Cao Gang, the aristocratic family, and the business alliance, there is no winner, they are all losers!"

"Twenty years ago, who would have thought of all this?"

Recalling all this, Zhang Yao can only sigh that the world is impermanent.

…………

Half a month later.

In the south of Jiangzhou, Changping City.

After nearly fifty years, Zhang Yao returned to his hometown.

He deliberately changed his appearance, turning into a middle-aged man in his forties. With a touch of emotion, he looked at the scene in Changping City.

Fifty years have passed.

The reputation of those years has long since been blown away by the wind and rain, and there are probably not many people who still remember the old Zhang Yao.

"Jinding Martial Arts Hall..."

Zhang Yao came to a familiar place and was relieved to find that the Jinding Martial Arts Hall was still there.

He raised his head, and he could even recognize that it was still the same plaque, but it had been repainted with red paint more than once.

"Um?"

He frowned suddenly, and found a little incongruity.

He remembered what his master Zhou An said about the plaque back then. When the museum was opened, a master calligrapher was invited to draw a pen and spent a lot of money to build it. Twenty taels of gold.

But now, the gold on the plaque has been scraped off long ago, leaving only the red lacquer.

"...The martial arts school is still down."

Zhang Yao was silent for a while, only to realize that there were no disciples guarding the gate in the martial arts hall.

He walked into the martial arts hall, and saw that many stone slabs were damaged and weeds emerged from the gaps in the once spacious martial arts arena, which looked a bit deserted.

A dozen and a half teenagers, under the leadership of a young man, are practicing their postures one by one, accompanied by shouts in their mouths.

But their movements were extremely irregular, several of them were just trying to put on a show, and their shouts and shouts appeared one after another, extremely irregular.

The young man was a little helpless about this, so he could only try his best to correct it, but the effect was not good.

"Um?"

The young man noticed Zhang Yao, walked over, and asked:

"Who are you? What's the matter?"

Zhang Yao looked at him a few times and found that his eyebrows and eyes were a little strange, so he asked:

"Meng Zongwei and Zhou Hongxiu, are they still there?"

The young man was taken aback for a moment before he opened his mouth to answer:

"My grandfather passed away more than ten years ago, and my grandmother has also been gone for seven or eight years."

Hearing this answer, Zhang Yao sighed, but he was not too surprised.

Meng Zongwei is twelve years older than him, and he should be more than eighty years old now, but he is practicing Kungfu from outsiders, so it is very difficult for him to live to such an old age.

The same is true for Zhou Hongxiu, who has also practiced the true biography of Hongyun Martial Arts, and his life expectancy is not long.

"So, Zhou Tong is your mother? Then she's still there, right?"

Zhang Yao asked again.

"Um?!"

The young man frowned, his eyes showed a trace of vigilance, and his tone was a little more rude:

"May I ask who is your Excellency? I'm afraid it's not good to inquire about my family affairs as soon as I come up?"

"Boy, you worry too much."

Zhang Yao smiled and said, "I am your elder, Meng Zongwei is my senior brother, and my name is Zhang Yao."

"If you don't know, talk to your mother, she must know."

"Zhang Yao..."

The young man repeated the name, and felt that he had a little impression, but the impression was very vague.

"Then wait, I'll ask my mother."

He obviously didn't believe Zhang Yao's words, turned around and left the front yard in a hurry.

"Is this kid going to get a weapon?"

Zhang Yao guessed his vigilance and couldn't help laughing.

With his eyesight, he could tell at a glance that this young man's cultivation was only a great achievement of the golden cauldron, and he could not exert much of the power of the Great Vajra Fist.

At this stage, if you want to fight people, you must either wear armor or hold a weapon.

After a while:

The young man really came back with a long gun, and beside him was an old woman in her fifties with a vicissitudes of complexion and a sluggish figure.

"Mother, it is he who calls himself Zhang Yao and says he is Grandpa's younger brother."

The young man whispered, his expression still full of guard.

"Zhang Yao... Uncle Zhang? Impossible!"

The old woman glanced at him, shook her head again and again, her voice was hoarse:

"Your grandparents said that your Uncle Zhang left Changping decades ago. If he were to live to this day, he would be in his seventies."

"This person is probably a liar, don't come to blackmail us..."

"fraud?"

Zhang Yao looked at the old woman, suddenly laughed, and said:

"Tongtong, near your right creaking nest, there is a birthmark, it looks like half of the dark cloud was bitten, isn't it?"

"you?!"

When the old woman heard the words, she suddenly had an expression like she had seen a ghost, and subconsciously took two steps back:

"How do you know... No, who are you?"

This is her secret, except for her parents and husband, even her son doesn't know about it. How could this person know so clearly?

"Hahaha……"

Zhang Yao laughed loudly: "You little girl, I hugged you personally back then, of course I know."

"You were only one or two years old at the time, and you still liked to lean on me and refused to leave. Of course you can't remember now."

The old woman was suddenly dumbfounded, and the young man beside her was also dumbfounded.

"you……"

Zhou Tong hesitated for a long time, looked at Zhang Yao carefully, and then asked doubtfully:

"You are really Uncle Zhang, but how can you be so young..."