Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant

"Am I going to die?"

In a dark old house.

Song Dongyang lay quietly on the hospital bed, looking up blankly at the water droplets seeping from the leak in the roof.

The sound of water dripping was particularly clear in the empty room.

Bit by bit, it fell into the uneven mud puddle inside the house, gradually forming a small puddle.

The splashing rain wet the surrounding soil, and a faint muddy smell wafted into the house.

Smelling this smell, I heard the snoring of some soldiers outside sleeping in the rainy night.

Song Dongyang's eyes seemed to be flashing back, and everything he had experienced in his life quickly passed by.

Born into a merchant family, his family was prosperous and he had no worries about food and clothing since childhood;

He studied little and was known as a child prodigy. At the age of 16, he went to Beijing to take the exam. Although he did not win the first prize, he was valued by the prime minister because he proposed "Water Control" to control coastal floods. He praised it personally and said: "It is a national weapon!". His daughter was betrothed to him, but the offer was not accepted. The prime minister felt that the real celebrity was in a romantic mood, so he did not feel dissatisfied and praised him greatly. From then on, he became famous at a young age, shining like a star. .

Afterwards, it was turned inside and outside, but could not be reused.

After being depressed and trapped for many years, I finally realized it.

After that, he worked hard, married the prime minister's daughter, and worshiped the cabinet minister. He continued to stand firm for decades, until he looked around the officialdom of Hailing and treated everyone with the courtesy of a teacher.

However, everything in the world has its peaks and declines, creating a cycle of emptiness and emptiness.

The power that dominates the government and the public is ultimately no match for the unpredictability of people's hearts.

The people below wanted to climb up, but the people above couldn't tolerate a powerful official who would shake the entire Hai Ling if he stamped his foot.

The slanderous ministers remonstrated, and the swords and soldiers arrived.

The whole family was gone, leaving him alone to become prosperous overnight.

Mingjun took pity on his old age and specially allowed him to return to his ancestral home to spend his old age in peace.

Day and night, people were sent to collect everything in his house, until only a sick bed and half a medicine jar were left...

The local county governor also worked tirelessly and frequently came here to greet his late parents.

He stared blankly at the roof.

It seemed like I was thinking of a lot of things, but I didn't think of anything.

Pursuing glory and wealth all your life is just a piece of cake in the end.

Parents, wives and children, all their emotions and desires are like passing clouds.

He has tasted all the best things in the world.

"But what else in this world can last longer?"

He whispered dumbly, but then he thought of his body again.

He was already seventy-six years old. Although he had taken good care of himself in the past, he was old and faced great changes in his life.

If he hadn't been extremely determined, he would have been so angry that he would have died the moment Hefu was beheaded.

Even so, at this moment, with the torture of the past few days, he has run out of energy and energy. Maybe today's rainy night will be his last night.

Maybe tomorrow when the wind and rain dissipate, those local county guards who come here every day to humiliate him can only look at the cold corpse of an old man with disappointment.

"If I die, can I turn into a ghost?"

"If possible, I want to fly to the capital and stay in the palace. I want to see how that wise king died and his country was destroyed..."

He just talked in a low voice.

But there wasn't much hatred in the voice.

At the end of his life, when he was getting closer and closer to death, he gradually understood a lot and let go of a lot.

"Life and death, rise and fall...this is the supreme law of heaven, and no one can disobey it."

"I am just an insignificant one among all living beings, how can I be an exception?"

He couldn't help but murmured.

At this moment, a crisp voice suddenly sounded in the dark room:

"Well said, no wonder Master asked me to come and transform you."

Song Dongyang was startled, and strength came out of nowhere in his withered body. He struggled to hold on to the edge of the bed, raised half of his body, and looked around.

But saw nothing.

It was as if the sound came out of the ground.

Outside the window, the wind and rain were swaying, bit by bit, and the dark clouds on the rainy night covered the bright moon, leaving only darkness.

At this moment, even though he had seen through a lot, he was still a little nervous and dazed:

"Who are you?"

"Could he be the one who came to take me to the underworld?"

The words just fell.

He was surprised to see that the old ancestral house suddenly lit up inexplicably.

There were no lamps or luminous pearls.

It just lights up out of thin air.

A beautiful, bright and fairy-like woman unexpectedly stood in front of him at some point.

Looking at him curiously at this moment, he chuckled and said:

"It's not some underworld, I'm here to take you back to the sect."

"You, you are an immortal?"

Song Dongyang reacted at this moment and said in surprise.

When he was an official, he also saw immortals coming and going, but these immortals didn't seem to have much interest in them.

So there is little contact.

At the same time, his heart suddenly shook, and he vaguely remembered what his old parents told him before they died:

When he was born in the past, a Taoist priest came to visit and said that he was destined to be with him. He also said that when the time is right in the future, he would come to save him again.

He always felt that his parents were just being fooled and defrauded of their money.

Could it be that this is the person in front of me?

The woman smiled slightly:

"It seems that you still know something. My name is Wang Qingyang, and I can be regarded as your senior sister. Master said that you have enough experience in the world, so I came to take you back to practice."

If an ordinary person heard the woman's words, he would believe it. However, Song Dongyang had been an official for many years and was mature and cautious. He still doubted:

"Fairy... I am not doubting you, but how can a weak body like me be valued by your master?"

Wang Qingyang did not hide it and said truthfully:

"You are the reincarnation of a senior in our sect. I should have enlightened you and brought you back to the sect at the beginning of your birth. However, in order to fulfill your filial piety to your parents in this life, I deliberately kept you here. When you have finished all worldly affairs and completed your mission, I will come to save you."

"I... I am the reincarnation of a fairy?!"

Song Dongyang was a little surprised when he heard such shocking news.

"Well, I can't say I am a fairy. I am half a step into the god."

Wang Qingyang thought about it and corrected it.

"Half a step into the god?"

Song Dongyang was a little confused, but at this moment, some fragments seemed to pass through his mind.

It was a dark cloud full of lightning, and a terrifying lightning bolt was striking him straight...

He suddenly shuddered and woke up from the shock of being struck by lightning.

"How can there be lightning? Could it be that I was an unforgivable villain in my previous life?"

He couldn't help but think of the stories he heard in some storybooks when he was young.

He was shocked and confused.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with being a villain in his previous life, but such people are often prone to trouble and it is difficult for them to last long.

It is far better to act in a righteous way, which is safer and more lasting.

But this also proves that the fairy in front of him who claims to be his senior sister did not deceive him.

He couldn't help but feel a little happy.

But then he remembered his body, and the light of joy suddenly extinguished, and he said sadly:

"Senior Sister Qingyang came a little late. I am old and not far from death. Now I am just relying on a breath to hold on. Even if I am converted by Senior Sister, I am afraid I will not be able to practice."

Wang Qingyang smiled gently when he heard this:

"Since Master has left you here, how could he not have a backup plan?"

After saying that, she gently pinched the seal and then blew gently at the center of Song Dongyang's eyebrows.

The next moment, a water bottle filled with starlight flew out from the center of Song Dongyang's eyebrows and landed in front of him.

The starlight flowed like rippling water, beautiful beyond words.

"This, this is..."

Seeing this water bottle, Song Dongyang felt a shock all over his body, and he actually felt a sense of familiarity engraved in the depths of his soul.

It seemed that he had been with this water bottle for thousands of years.

Even before Wang Qingyang could speak, he blurted out:

"Star Water Bottle! It's a Star Water Bottle!"

As he shouted.

In the Star Water Bottle, a shadow of a little girl suddenly appeared, with a flash of light in her eyes. When she saw Song Dongyang, she immediately showed joy.

Then it seemed to realize something, and gently scooped up a handful of star water from the Star Water Bottle, and then turned into a thin line and flew directly into the center of Song Dongyang's eyebrows.

The star water quickly spread from his eyebrows to his whole body.

The body floated up involuntarily.

And Song Dongyang only felt a shock, as if his consciousness that had been dormant for many years was suddenly awakened.

Countless strange but familiar fragments came one after another, constantly emerging in his mind.

Wanxiang Sect, Xingdou Peak, Master, Junior Brother, Sect Master Shao, Land Object Hall...

As the star water cleansed Song Dongyang.

It seemed that some kind of induction was born.

The clouds outside the house stopped raining, and the water drops on the leaky roof became sparse.

The light of the stars and the moon fell again, shining on this dilapidated old house. The starlight passed through the hole and fell on Song Dongyang.

He slowly opened his eyes.

At this moment, the dust disappeared and the mirror was bright, and the empty room was white.

Although he still looked like an old man, he no longer had the smell of decay, as if he had been reborn and was full of vitality.

Looking at Wang Qingyang, he stood in the room, holding hands and bowing:

"Dongyang, meet Senior Sister."

Wang Qingyang clapped his hands and praised:

"Junior brother realized the truth overnight and built a foundation in one thought. This is a natural Taoist, and there is hope for immortality!"

Song Dongyang looked calm and shook his head:

"If it weren't for teacher and senior sister, I would still be a dying man."

Seeing that Song Dongyang was neither sad nor happy, Wang Qingyang became a little worried. Thinking of what she knew about Junior Brother, she couldn't help but say:

"Junior Brother, do you want to take revenge?"

Song Dongyang's face finally showed a trace of hesitation, and whispered:

"Can you?"

Wang Qingyang nodded immediately:

"Repay kindness with kindness "Repay kindness with kindness, repay grievance with grievance, how can it not be done?"

"Repay kindness with kindness, repay grievance with grievance..."

Song Dongyang murmured this sentence, his eyes gradually became clear, and then he shook his head slightly:

"No need, senior sister, please take me back to the sect."

Hearing Song Dongyang's decision, Wang Qingyang was a little surprised:

"Junior brother is not going to take revenge?"

Song Dongyang looked indifferent:

"Self-destruction of the Great Wall, the destruction of the country and the destruction of the family are just a matter of a moment, their pain is still behind, as for me...no matter what I do, I can't bring them back..."

A hint of sadness flashed in his eyes, but then disappeared.

Wang Qingyang listened to Song Dongyang's words, and didn't know what to say for a while.

This new junior brother has a different temperament from the senior she knew.

But since Song Dongyang has made a decision, she no longer said anything, nodded, and then said:

"Then let's go, Master is waiting for us. "

After that, with a wave of his sleeves, Song Dongyang was enveloped in magical power and disappeared quietly into the old house.

When it reappeared, it was already in the night sky.

Song Dongyang looked down at the houses below and the sleeping soldiers around him. A trace of nostalgia flashed in his eyes, but soon, this nostalgia disappeared and was replaced by a deep expectation.

Feng Xu Yufeng suddenly looked like a fairy.

The night wind also blew away the joy in his heart.

You can vaguely hear the voice of senior sister Wang Qingyang:

"Junior brother, have you awakened Su Hui?"

"No, I just remembered something a little bit, and I need more guidance from my senior sister... By the way, I don't know what kind of person Master is, and I didn't prepare any small gifts. I don't know if Master will be offended."

"Master? His old man has a high status and needs nothing. Don't even think about preparing any gifts for him. He won't care. As for his temper, I can't say. Anyway, he is very, very good."

"Excellent?"

Song Dongyang thought about it, and the anticipation in his heart became more and more intense.

…

Autumn of the 23rd year of Bailong Calendar.

The former prime minister Song Dongyang lived in his hometown due to illness and his whereabouts were unknown. Some people said that they had seen him become an immortal and the king was so frightened that he searched the ground for hundreds of feet but could not find him.

After that, he became frightened every day and suffered from "hysteria". As a minister, he abolished the throne in the name of Qingjun side and supported the eight-year-old Shaojun, changing his title to "Dacheng".

The following year, the former Prime Minister Song Dongyang and other wronged ministers were Zhaoxue. A few years later, the young monarch died violently. No ministers said anything and they all looked on indifferently...

…

"Is this our Wanxiang Sect?"

Song Dongyang looked at the two huge stone pillars in front of him that reached into the sky, and a flash of shock flashed in his eyes.

Of course he didn't need to ask, because he had already seen the three big characters hanging in the middle of the stone pillar, but he still couldn't help but ask.

Wang Qingyang nodded slightly.

She deliberately did not take him back from the teleportation array directly, just to let Song Dongyang understand the Wanxiang Sect from the outside to the inside, and to help him remember everything in his previous life as quickly as possible.

Raising his hand to cast a series of spells, Song Dongyang soon saw a middle-aged man in a Taoist robe flying through the air between the two stone pillars.

When he saw Wang Qingyang, he immediately looked slightly solemn and raised his palms to salute:

"The protector of Shaoyin Mountain has met the deputy hall master."

Looking slightly sideways, he saw Song Dongyang next to him, and then he said doubtfully:

"This person is a bit unfamiliar, I dare to ask..."

Wang Qingyang nodded casually:

"This is the teacher's new disciple. I'm going to pick him up... don't worry, I'll take him to the Hall of Human Virtue to walk through the Spiritual Mirage Questioning Heart Array."

"He is actually the deputy sect master's new disciple."

Upon hearing this, the protector of Shaoyin Mountain immediately stood in awe, looking at Song Dongyang with deep admiration in his eyes. He did not dare to neglect, and quickly bowed to Song Dongyang.

"Uncle Junior has just started, and I don't know the situation. This is a third-level psychic elixir that I refined before. It can help the soul... Junior Uncle, please accept it."

As he spoke, he took out a gourd from his sleeve and stuffed it into Song Dongyang's hand.

Song Dongyang didn't dare to take over and quickly looked at Wang Qingyang.

Seeing Wang Qingyang nodding indifferently, Song Dongyang accepted it. Although he didn't know the situation, he had been an official for many years, so this etiquette was not a problem and he returned the favor.

The protector of Shaoyin Mountain did not dare.

Wang Qingyang didn't linger much, and immediately took Song Dongyang and flew into the middle of the two stone pillars.

In the blink of an eye, the world changed suddenly.

A spiritual energy that was so rich that Song Dongyang could hardly help but moan, suddenly rushed into his seven orifices and pores all over his body...

However, he still forcibly resisted losing his temper. Despite this, his body was still like land that had been dry for a long time, thirstily absorbing the spiritual energy and nectar around him.

Wang Qingyang noticed something strange about Song Dongyang and quietly slowed down.

After waiting for a while, Song Dongyang finally adapted to the concentration of spiritual energy here and let out a long breath.

"The aura within our sect is different from that of the outside world. After integrating more spiritual veins over the years, in terms of aura alone, the Changsheng Sect and Youxian Temple are probably not as good as our sect now."

Wang Qingyang said with a smile.

Song Dongyang nodded, and then said curiously:

"What is the teacher's status in the sect? How come that protector is so envious of me?"

Although Su Hui had not yet fully awakened, he had been practicing in the officialdom for so long, so his eyesight was naturally extraordinary, and he could see the respect, envy and flattery in the protector's eyes at a glance.

I can indirectly guess that this teacher of my own has a high status in the sect.

But at what level, he didn't know much about the personnel structure within the sect, so naturally he couldn't guess.

Wang Qingyang laughed and said:

"Of course he is envious. There are not many people in the sect who are not envious. As for the identity of the master... you will understand it just by looking at him."

While talking, the two of them passed through a place with extremely complicated terrain.

But the sound of beasts roaring and birds chirping could be heard endlessly, and the ferocious aura filled the air. Song Dongyang, who had just completed foundation building, could only feel part of it, and couldn't help but turn pale.

"This is the animal farm of the Beast Control Department... In recent years, many high-level spiritual beasts have been purchased from Master. Last time, they were not optimistic about it and some escaped and injured many people. If you pass by here in the future, , but be sure to avoid it.”

Wang Qingyang warned.

Song Dongyang quickly remembered it silently, but then he said doubtfully:

"A high-level spiritual beast purchased from the teacher?"

Wang Qingyang explained casually:

"Among all arts, Master is the best at controlling beasts. Most of the new species of spiritual beasts in the Beast Control Department in the past few decades are obtained from Master..."

Song Dongyang was thoughtful, and then saw countless spiritual beasts like black chickens circling around a cultivator in the distance below.

Curiously, "What is that?"

Wang Qingyang glanced at it and replied:

"It's a black chicken Taoist soldier, but it's just a weaker second-level Taoist soldier... at most it can be compared to a cultivator in the early and middle stages of the Golden Core."

"So powerful?"

Song Dongyang still couldn't help but look surprised.

Wang Qingyang shook his head:

"What's so powerful about this? Master has several third-level Taoist soldiers in his hands... Let's not talk about it, we're here."

As they spoke, the two of them rose quickly, and in a blink of an eye they saw three halls suspended in the air in a 'pin-shaped' shape.

Many cultivators traveled between these three halls.

Seeing Wang Qingyang, they all saluted.

Wang Qingyang nodded one by one, and then took Song Dongyang into the Rende Hall.

After learning Song Dongyang's name, there was a commotion in the Rende Hall.

Every Rende Hall monk looked at Song Dongyang with surprise.

Fortunately, Wang Qingyang had mentioned it before, so Song Dongyang was not too nervous.

He quickly walked through the so-called 'Spiritual Mirage Questioning Formation'.

After coming out, he saw Senior Sister Wang Qingyang chatting with some monks.

He was also a foundation-building monk, and he heard some unfamiliar words:

"... It's best to fight..."

"The Ten Thousand Gods... didn't expect... a draw..."

"Zhenwu... is in trouble..."

Song Dongyang was a little curious.

Just from these few words, he had pieced together some things.

"Is there a war between the cultivators?"

Walking to Wang Qingyang's side with curiosity, he whispered:

"Senior sister."

Wang Qingyang didn't know what he was looking at. Hearing this, he turned around and looked at him with some surprise and joy, and then said goodbye to the cultivators of the Rende Hall.

But when he left, Song Dongyang also had a lot more gifts on him.

"Take them all. It's okay. They are not only for the sake of the master, but also for your unlimited future. We are all fellow disciples, so there is no need to reject you thousands of miles away."

Wang Qingyang smiled and comforted Song Dongyang.

Song Dongyang didn't feel too much, but he couldn't help but feel a little more curious about the teacher he had never met.

"Let's go. We have passed the Spirit Mirage Heart-searching Array. Let's go to the ancestral temple first. After worshiping the ancestor, we will be considered true members of the Wanxiang Sect."

Wang Qingyang said.

Song Dongyang had no objection.

But just after leaving the Rende Hall, a light blue figure hurriedly flew past the two of them.

Seeing the light blue figure, Wang Qingyang hurried forward to salute:

"Master Uncle Tang."

The light blue figure paused for a moment when Wang Qingyang greeted him, and nodded slightly:

"It's Qingyang, where are you going?"

Song Dongyang looked at the man, and saw that he was wearing a light blue Taoist robe, his age was unknown, he had handsome eyebrows and bright eyes, and a slight beard under his chin. Although he was in a hurry just now, he looked leisurely at this moment, and he was indescribably chic and elegant.

Wang Qingyang's attitude towards this person was obviously more respectful. He pointed at Song Dongyang beside him and said:

"I am just about to take the master's new disciple to the ancestral temple."

"Oh? He actually accepted a disciple?"

The light blue figure looked at Song Dongyang with a little surprise, and then nodded:

"It's time to accept two more disciples. Your Wanfa Peak has been passed down for generations, which is too lonely."

He then looked at Song Dongyang, pondered for a moment, and then took out a incense card from his sleeve. Without any movement, it fell into Song Dongyang's hand.

"This is our first meeting. As an elder, I don't know what to give you. This incense card can block the attack of an ordinary mid-stage Yuanying cultivator, so I'll make it a peace talisman for you."

Song Dongyang couldn't help but look at Wang Qingyang.

Wang Qingyang said with a smile:

"Dongyang, accept it. Uncle Tang's incense card is not something that everyone has the chance to get."

"The little girl just knows how to tease me."

The light blue figure smiled helplessly, but the next moment, he was suddenly startled and turned his head to look at Song Dongyang:

"Your name is Dongyang?"

Wang Qingyang and Song Dongyang were both stunned, not knowing why.

Song Dongyang hurriedly saluted and replied:

"Yes, junior... My name is Dongyang, surname Song, meet Uncle Tang."

The light blue figure couldn't help but be shocked, and his voice trembled slightly:

"Dongyang, surname Song... You are also called Song Dongyang?"

Wang Qingyang reacted to this and hurriedly explained:

"Uncle Tang, this is the reincarnation of the former Deputy Hall Master Song. He was discovered by the master and specially enlightened. He returned today."

"Reincarnation... reincarnation..."

The light blue figure had a very complicated expression at this moment.

He couldn't help looking at Song Dongyang, but he couldn't see any resemblance to the appearance in his memory.

He couldn't help asking:

"Do you still remember me?"

Song Dongyang hesitated and shook his head blankly.

Seeing that Song Dongyang had no impression of him at all, the pale blue figure's expression became more complicated.

He said slowly in a low voice:

"My name is Tang Ji... I once went to Musen Island in Sen Country with you. We each got a chance and wanted to use it to impact the transformation of the spirit... That's it, that's it."

He shook his head slightly, sighed, and then actually left on his own.

Song Dongyang was at a loss for a moment.

Wang Qingyang saw some of the inside story, sighed and explained:

"Master Uncle Tang and you were friends in your previous life, but because of his lack of foundation, he had been in seclusion for many years, and only came out a few years ago. Recently, he has to prepare for the tribulation. Now that he sees you, he probably has some complexities and worries in his heart."

Song Dongyang looked at the distance with a vague understanding, but found that he could no longer see the light blue figure.

At this moment, for some reason, he inexplicably felt the great terror that was pressing deep in the heart of the cultivator.

That was the great terror between life and death, gain and loss.

There was nothing to mention afterwards. After coming down from the ancestral temple, Wang Qingyang immediately took him straight to the Wanfa Peak.

"There are not many people in Wanfa Peak. Apart from Master, Master's Wife and me, there is only Yi An who comes back occasionally. As I said before, he is Master's only son. Most of them are now in Xinjian Peak or Chunyang Palace..."

"Chunyang Palace?"

Song Dongyang's heart moved, and some pictures suddenly flashed in his mind, ancient palaces, old men with long beards...

A name blurted out:

"Master Shao!"

"It seems that you have remembered something, but Master Shao has been gone for almost two hundred years... The current master is Yi An's teacher, Master Zhao."

"Master Zhao?"

Song Dongyang searched his memory, but did not find any relevant fragments.

Wang Qingyang lowered his voice to explain:

"It's normal that you don't remember. Master Zhao has also emerged in recent years. Master Qu originally wanted Uncle Ma, but Master Zhao's attainments in swordsmanship are too amazing, he is decisive in killing, and he has the support of Master..."

"What is the identity of the old man, the teacher? How can he influence the position of the master of a sect?"

Song Dongyang finally couldn't help but whispered.

With his many years of experience in Hailing Country, the leader is like the king of a country. The only one who can influence the position of the king is the powerful minister of the current dynasty. He knows that the more meritorious the leader is, the more trouble he will suffer. He still has lingering fears, so he can't help asking.

Wang Qingyang didn't know what he was thinking, and smiled and said:

"I won't hide it from you. Master is the deputy leader of our sect. His status is only below the leader, but everyone in the sect obeys Master."

Song Dongyang frowned and frowned:

"The leader is weak and the minister is strong. I'm afraid it will be a disaster rather than a blessing!"

But just as he was talking, he heard Wang Qingyang laugh and said:

"We're here!"

Song Dongyang looked up immediately.

But he saw an ordinary peak standing in front of him among countless peaks.

The peak was simple and plain.

There were only a few houses, a few hectares of fertile fields, and a newly sprouted gourd vine hanging on an old tree.

Occasionally, he heard the crowing of a rooster.

But he didn't hear any human voices or see any human figures.

"Teacher, do you live here?"

Song Dongyang looked at the mountain peak that was getting closer and closer. For some reason, when he thought about meeting this mysterious and high-ranking teacher, he couldn't help but feel a strong sense of anticipation. (End of this chapter)