longevity road trip

Zhang Shiping approached within ten feet of the willow tree, and the fog suddenly formed in front of his eyes. His eyes flickered, and he easily penetrated through the layers of fog in the magic circle of Fangshi. Aura Shield.

"Help, help." A black-faced boy in sackcloth lay on the ground with chapped lips, moaning weakly.

The cultivators guarding Fangshi had actually discovered that mortals had broken into the phantom formation long ago.Bairuifang City has existed here for a long time, and there are mountain people living nearby, and they also know some rumors about the immortals here.

Some mountain people who have nothing to do with the cultivators, some come to Fangshi to ask for medicine because their relatives are seriously ill, and some dream of becoming a high-ranking immortal.

Any guard monk in Fangshi is the most annoying person. When you meet this kind of mountain people, save them when you are in a good mood and take them out of the magic circle in Fangshi. If you are in a bad mood, let him die. At that time, a fireball will be burned to ashes, and it can add some fertilizer to the nearby willow trees.

There will be so many dead people, so there won't be so many mortals coming here with a fluke mentality.

Zhang Shiping also didn't want to take care of this kind of thing, maybe that person is not a mortal, but a monk pretending to be dead.

At this time, two people came out from the gate of Fangshi, a ten-year-old boy in brocade clothes and a gray-haired monk in long gown, their faces were somewhat similar.

Zhang Shiping saw an opening in the formation at the entrance of Fangshi. He saw that the two people were wearing clothes, and there was no sign of the sect or family on their bodies. He didn't know if the two were casual cultivators nearby, or they were hiding identity.

"Third Uncle, look at someone calling for help over there." The young monk pointed to the black-faced boy in coarse linen lying on the ground and said, the young man ran over immediately as soon as he said the words, the monk in the long gown was about to stop his junior, but stopped He stopped, but a small silver sword appeared in his hand, and he followed closely behind the young man in brocade clothes.

The brocade-clothed young monk lifted the black-faced boy in sackcloth lying on the ground, took out a yellow leather gourd from his storage bag, and gave him water.

The black-faced boy's eyes were originally blurred and lifeless, but after drinking the aura-filled gourd spring water, he replenished his water and quickly regained consciousness.He saw that the temperament in front of him was outstanding, and the clothes on his body were much better than those of the landlord of his village, Mr. Huang.

He struggled from the hand of the brocade-clothed youth, knocked his head on the ground several times, with dirt on his forehead, "Help, Elder Immortal, Help, Elder Immortal."

Seeing this situation, the young man in brocade clothes quickly pulled up the black-faced boy in front of him, and asked a few words. The black-faced boy was weak and excited, and could not speak clearly.

The young man in brocade clothes listened to a few words before he understood. The black-faced boy's younger brother fell from a tree and broke his leg. In the past few days, the wind and evil entered his body again, and he lost all consciousness. Get out pissed off.The boy in black heard the old man in the village say that there are immortals here, so he came here to try his luck.

This brocade-clothed young man is not bad, he took out a healing elixir for the black-faced boy, and his third uncle brought the black-faced boy out of the magic formation in Fangshi, and the two left with the boy's gratitude.

The young man in brocade clothes was very happy to see that he had helped others, but his third uncle turned his head to look at Zhang Shiping, and after walking for a while, he put away the small silver sword in his hand.

After seeing the two people leave, Zhang Shiping looked at the direction the grey-haired monk left. He didn't realize that the other person was also a foundation-building monk at the beginning. It wasn't until the old man glanced at him that Zhang Shiping realized it. It turned out that the other party was also a Foundation Establishment cultivator, his cultivation base was deeper than Zhang Shiping's, and that person's last glance was a bit of a warning.

Fortunately, I didn't show any malice, and I didn't have any plans to attack, otherwise the result would be really bad.Zhang Shiping shook his head, thinking thoughtfully that he had become less vigilant during this time.

Zhang Shiping flicked his sleeves, and the Fangshi formation revealed a passage that could just pass through, and he stepped in.

……

On the second floor of a restaurant in Bairuifang City, at a table near the window, two people were drinking and eating.

One is a beautiful woman in colorful clothes, holding a small jasper wine glass, watching the passers-by on the street outside the window, drinking lightly with ruddy lips.In front of her was a very old man in black, with thin palms and five fingers, holding chopsticks and stretching towards a dish. It was a steamed fresh fish, sprinkled with thinly sliced ​​green and white green onions, and the dish was bubbling. heat.

This old man in black is actually only in his early sixties, and he looked quite young a few years ago, but in the past two years he has practiced a skill of weak water and dry bones. Make it like this.

Suddenly the beautiful woman's hand trembled, and the jasper wine glass fell to the ground and broke into pieces. The old man in black saw that her third sister lost her composure.

"Third Sister, what's the matter?" the old man in black asked.

A ray of consciousness swept over from the street and snorted heavily in the beautiful woman's ear. The beautiful woman didn't bother to answer her elder brother, stood up and bowed in the direction of the street, regardless of whether the other party saw it or not. Did you hear, "I still hope that seniors will forgive me."

After more than a dozen breaths, the beautiful woman straightened her waist, her makeup was stained by sweat, she sat slumped on a chair, and the old man in black asked urgently, "Third sister..."

The beautiful woman reached out her hand to stop her elder brother's inquiry, looked at him with both eyes, and shook her head, telling him not to talk too much.

On the second floor of the restaurant, there were a few tables of monks who were eating. Seeing the fearful look of the beautiful woman, they chuckled lightly, and raised their glasses to each other in twos and threes.

When Zhang Shiping was walking on the street, he found someone was watching him, and the other party shrank back as soon as he touched him with his spiritual sense. Zhang Shiping followed the direction he came, and after sweeping his spiritual sense, he found that it was from a Qi training period on the second floor of the restaurant. The woman snorted coldly in her ear as a warning.

Zhang Shiping withdrew his consciousness, he didn't care about the woman's affairs, he just punished him slightly, and walked towards Zhengyang Tower with big strides.

The auction held by Zhengyangzong in Bairuifang City will be held in Zhengyang Building three days later, Zhang Shiping will go there first to see if the seniors in charge of the auction have any arrangements.

He didn't know if there was any golden alchemist uncle or uncle in Fangshi this time.

When Zhang Shiping walked to Zhengyang Building and took out the token of the inner disciple, he was greeted by the respectful voices of "Master Uncle" from the two Qi training disciples standing at the door. He entered the building, and a maid in front of him was leading the way.

In a hall, a monk of the late stage of Foundation Establishment sat cross-legged on a futon with his eyes closed. Below him were four Foundation Establishment monks in Zhengyangzong costumes on his left, and three on his right. Only the last futon was left empty. of.

Zhang Shiping was led by the maid, and saw that he was the last to come. He apologized to the senior brothers of the sect, and then sat cross-legged on the futon. After a while, the senior brother in the late stage of foundation establishment opened his eyes. Come, arrange some matters for the auction in a few days.

The Zhengyang Sect has held this kind of auction for countless times, and there are already established regulations. As long as people at the meeting are prevented from making trouble, it will be fine, and generally there will be no major problems.

As for leaving Fangshi, it has nothing to do with Zhengyangzong.

Chapter 57

The beautiful woman in colorful clothes and the old man in black who were in the restaurant before had more than half of the food and drinks on their table, so they paid the bill and left in a hurry.

Outside Bairuifang City, the two walked out from a boulder transformed into an illusion in the city. The beautiful woman in colorful clothes was leading the old man in black to drive the flying magic weapon. She flew all the way and kept looking back to see no one was following. She didn't stop until she came up, and the two of them flew for thirty or forty miles.

Fortunately, the old man in black and the beautiful woman in colorful clothes have been together for many years, and they trust each other, so he followed the beautiful woman in front of him without saying a word. If he had a normal relationship, how could he follow without asking a word.The old man in black looked at her anxious and terrified appearance, and the old man in black felt heavy in his heart. Usually, his third sister was very calm when encountering things.

"Brother, I just saw the monk who killed the second brother a few years ago." The voice of the beautiful woman in Caiyi was a little suspicious. After so many years, if it wasn't because her second brother died at the hands of the monk, she would not Will keep it in mind.

The old man in black was not very kind to the reckless man of his second brother, but he always had some affection in his heart. When he heard the enemy appeared, he hurriedly asked the beautiful woman in colorful clothes where that person was. He obviously wanted to take revenge and comfort his second brother. In the spirit of heaven.

"Brother, let's go, we can't avenge this revenge." The beautiful woman in colorful clothes did not answer the question of the old man in black, but said with an ugly face, "That man is now a foundation cultivator, if he remembers, we will Dead."

"Third sister, you read that right, it's only been a few years." The old man in black asked with a sullen face. He believed that his third sister had a delicate mind.

It's just that there is no immortal cultivator, it has only been a few years, from Qi training to foundation building, he is still so young, he can't believe it.

If it was a foundation-building cultivator, if he wanted to kill the two of them, how could the two of them fly dozens of miles away in one breath? It was obvious that the foundation-building cultivator didn't think of the past, or didn't think of the two of them.

Don't dare to gamble, the old man in black regretted his life, and chose to trust his third sister, "We can't stay here anymore, let's leave as soon as possible, it is best to leave the area of ​​Zhengyangzong." He said to the beautiful woman in Caiyi.If the two of them were met by that foundation cultivator again, if they were remembered, then the two of them would probably not be able to escape.

"Brother, then let's go to Xuanhuomen." The beautiful woman in Caiyi suggested.

The old man in black was very determined, "Go to Qiyunzong, if not, go to the north." After speaking, he continued to drive the flying magic weapon.

The beautiful woman in Caiyi followed behind, sighing in her heart, it seemed that my eldest brother did not intend to go back to the Zhou family in this lifetime, after so many years, the knot in his heart still cannot be untied, he is the son of the elder Zhou Xuanxu, and she also I don't know what happened between father and son.

Due to the lack of mood of the old man in black, the progress of his practice has been slow for many years.

In the past two years, he practiced Weak Water and Dry Bones Kungfu forcefully, and it was because of this that his skills backfired.

Wearing stars and wearing moons, the two flew and ran for several days as if fleeing for their lives.

On the other side, after the monks in the late stage of Zhengyangzong established the foundation, Zhang Shiping had nothing else to do, and spent the rest of the time meditating in the backyard.

Now he only has one "Fire Crow Jue", but he hasn't decided whether to practice it. During this period of time, he still uses "Qingxuan Yuhuo Jue" to practice. For the monks who established the foundation, the practice speed of this method is slow. some.

When he goes back this time, he will go to the Sutra Pavilion to see if there is a foundation-building technique suitable for him, and it is time to make a decision.

……

The auction held by Zhengyang Sect in Bairuifang City was not in the city. Zhang Shiping followed the monks in the later stage of foundation establishment of the Zongmen and flew to a hill outside Fangshi where Zhengyang Sect was stationed.

There is a tiankeng in the belly of this hill. Zhengyangzong modified it into a magnificent hall, which is more than ten acres in size and divided into more than a dozen rooms of different sizes.

In a hall with an area of ​​about one mu of land, the shape is semicircular, and the seats at the back are higher than the next floor, and they are far away from each other. There are already more than a dozen foundation-building monks sitting on it.

Everyone wore different clothes and costumes, some of them wore black cloaks and masks and did not dare to show their true colors, and some of them showed their true colors.

Zhang Shiping was also wearing a black cloak and a green-patterned mask to prevent others from being scanned by his consciousness, pretending to be a Foundation Establishment cultivator who dared not show his true colors, and mixed in with a dozen people.

It is said that it is to prevent other people from making trouble, and the guard auction will proceed normally, but in fact, it is not because the price of the treasures that the sect has brought out is too low, otherwise this late-stage monk would not have given Zhang Shiping a reserve price list for the treasures.

Nearly a hundred Foundation Establishment monks entered the hall again. The one who came in earlier was sitting next to Zhang Shiping. There was a monk with a crying mask whose figure was like a bamboo pole, chatting with a fat monk with a belly as big as a bucket.

He asked in a low voice: "You Daoyou Ye, you are such a frank person, you don't even wear a mask."

"My fellow daoist, look at my figure. I just wear a mask. I, Ye Wushuang, should know the old man, so I don't wear it at all, so as to save trouble." He patted his big belly and laughed loudly. There was a crackling sound, as if the stomach was full of water.

"Ahem." A black-clothed monk with a cat face coughed, "You two, please keep your voice down."

After another two hours, the sun was shining outside, and the tiankeng was still as cold as icy water. Finally, a few Foundation Establishment monks came in hiding their heads and covering their faces.

Several Foundation Establishment cultivators who came in first and waited for a long time wanted to ask when it would start, but suddenly a tyrannical consciousness swept across the entire auction venue.

Zhang Shiping was startled, sure enough the master Jindan of the Zongmen came here, but he didn't know which one it was.There were a few Foundation Establishment cultivators who were whispering at first, and they were also silent at the moment.

At this time, three foundation-building monks came out from the side door, and the one in the middle was the late-stage foundation-building monk.On the left and right are two middle-stage foundation-establishment monks of the Zongmen. They look like middle-aged people, with expressionless faces, as cold as ice.

"Dear friends, welcome to the auction held by my Zhengyang sect. This auction is hosted by the old man. There are 36 treasures in total this time. You can see the jade slips on the table. I won't say much about them. It’s gone.” The monk’s voice in the late period of Zhengyang Zong’s foundation was low, and he stretched out his hand and pointed at the green jade slip on the monk’s table. Mortgage, the specific price will be evaluated by the three of us. Please rest assured, the three of us will definitely evaluate it according to the market price, the price is fair, and there is no deception."

After looking around at the hundreds of foundation-building monks sitting on the stage, the late foundation-building monk of Zhengyangzong continued, "Finally, after the auction of the treasures is over, fellow Taoists can also exchange valuable treasures with me at Zhengyangzong. none."

He took out a blue-colored mirror from the storage bag, surrounded by silver-white metal engravings, with simple and elegant decorations, and the mirror in the middle is bronze-colored and polished brightly, "Now the old man doesn't say anything else. , the first treasure in this auction is the second-grade low-grade magic weapon Chunyang Snow Melting Mirror, which is made of Youhuo Yanghan Jade, which has been refined for 49 days in Yinfengshahuo..."

This senior brother doesn't seem to be very talkative, but when he talks, one thing follows another, introducing Chunyang Xuerong Xuejing to the heavens and the earth.

But many of the Foundation Establishment cultivators present seemed to have gone through a lot of battles, and none of them were interested in this statement.

For this deserted situation, Zhang Shiping looked at the senior brother, without any embarrassment on his face, it seemed that he had expected it.

After a few breaths, a few monks who practiced the ice-cold technique opened their mouths to offer prices slowly, and the prices gradually increased.

Zhang Shiping, who was under the green pattern mask, was relieved. Just now, the price of a monk sitting at the back was already higher than the bottom line, so he didn't need to raise the price.

Chapter 58 Rusty Sword

This Chunyang snow melting mirror was finally photographed by a monk with a cold temperament and a blue lotus mask.

One of the middle-stage foundation-establishment cultivators with an expressionless face standing behind the late-stage foundation-establishment cultivators picked up the magic weapon and walked to the last cultivator with the blue lotus mask.

This second-level low-grade magic weapon can emit a cold light attack, which can not only slow down the actions of monks, but even the magic weapon will fly three points slower than normal when it is illuminated by the cold light.

The monk uses the Chunyang Snow-melting Mirror to grasp the timing when fighting, and it can catch people by surprise. It is a very good magic weapon when used well, but Zhang Shiping thinks more in his heart, in case he encounters other monks who use this type of magic weapon. The magic weapon, I was caught off guard, what should I do, if I don't prepare first, then there will be no place to regret it.

But this magical weapon can only be used by ice-type monks with different spiritual roots to achieve the greatest power. If it is used by other spiritual root monks, the power will be greatly reduced. It cannot exert the power of this magic weapon at all. Threats are too tasteless among foundation cultivators.

Zhang Shiping recalled the news he had seen earlier. Of course, it was only the foundation-building monks of the Zhengyang Sect who knew about it. The monks who came to the venue could only judge based on their own experience. A monk who is not careful can easily miss this news.

Among the hundred or so foundation-building monks present, only a few foundation-building monks who really needed the Chunyang Snowmelting Mirror bid for the auction. The other foundation-building monks had no plans for such a too restrictive magic weapon.

After the expressionless middle-stage monk took back the spirit stone, he walked back to the stage, and the late-stage monk of Zhengyangzong then took out a pagoda-shaped magic weapon from the storage bag. It has seven floors and the entire body of the tower It is reddish brown, with arched tower doors on each floor.

"This seven-story Hongling Pagoda is for..."

The pagoda he took out is an earth-attribute attack weapon, a second-order middle-grade magic weapon, and it has the effect of breaking the ban. There are many more monks who look at this pagoda than the first one. Ye Wushuang, a monk with a belly without a mask, took it down.

Zhang Shiping looked at the prices of the first two second-order magical artifacts, counted the spirit stones in his storage bag, then silently withdrew from his consciousness, and turned to look at the prices temporarily placed on him by the Zongmen to prevent low prices or Unbeatable Lingshi, he gently stroked the storage bag, the face under the mask was radiant.

The speed of the auction is very fast, one piece after another, Zhang Shiping, a senior brother in the later stage of foundation establishment of the sect, has already taken out [-] treasures, including magic weapons, ores, elixir, etc., among which Zhang Shiping took an unattended one A magic weapon that wants to bid.

But then there was a piece of copper essence the size of a baby's fist, which aroused competition among dozens of monks present.

Any kind of essence of the Five Elements is extremely precious, and the process of birth is extremely difficult. This piece of copper essence was obtained by Ma Hua, a golden elixir monk of Zhengyangzong, who used the golden elixir real fire to smelt several thousand catties of red copper. It took half a year to get it. A small piece of copper essence comes.

This five-element essence is the material for forging natal magic weapons. Although there is no natal magic weapon among the foundation-building cultivators, this five-element essence can greatly enhance the power of the magic weapon after it is integrated into its own magic weapon. Every time it appears, it will cause the foundation-building monks Even the competition of Jindan monks.

Just when Zhang Shiping was feeling bored, the senior brother Zhu Ji on the stage took out a rusty long sword, "I wonder if fellow daoists have heard of Venerable Wan Jian?"

"Zhao Daoyou, are you talking about the Venerable Wanjian who has crushed Nanzhou for thousands of years?" Zhang Shiping looked in the direction of the source of the voice. It was a mask with a grimace. Sex makes it difficult to judge men and women, and from his tone, he knows this late foundation-establishment monk of the Zhengyang Sect.

"Fellow Taoist, do you want to say that this rusty sword is related to Venerable Wanjian? It's too ridiculous." A smiling monk with two horns answered the question.

"This sword used to be one of the six swords inherited from my Wanjianmen. Of course, it has something to do with Venerable Wanjian." On the field, a middle-sized man with white eyebrows and hair took off the cloak on his head, and put the mask upside down on the table. Up, took two steps up, the figure changed, and unexpectedly walked to the side of the monk surnamed Zhao from Zhengyangzong, took the rusty sword from his hand and stroked it gently.

"You are?" The monk surnamed Zhao was about to say something, but he was frightened by the man's eyes and couldn't speak. Zhang Shiping looked at the monk next to Senior Brother Wang, and he could make this late-stage foundation-establishment monk speechless at a glance. The strength of the backhand, even in the early stage of Golden Core, I am afraid that this cannot be done. In this way, this person's cultivation base is unimaginable. Zhang Shiping, like most people on the field, wants to leave the field slowly, and does not want to be involved in this vortex. middle.

"Come out, old monster Wang, you took out my Wanjianmen's inherited sword, didn't you want to lure me out?" the monk with white eyebrows and hair said softly.

At this time, Zhang Shiping was already like everyone else, he had already walked to the position close to the door, and when he heard the man calling Wang Laoguai, he immediately thought of the ancestor of the sect, and he walked faster.

A short and fat monk wearing a collared costume suddenly appeared at the auction, "Can you tell me your name, I didn't expect another Nascent Soul to appear in Wanjianmen. You should be cautious, if you come this time It's your true self, and the old man will keep you no matter what he says."

"If I, Li Jingqing, were not careful, wouldn't I be following in the footsteps of my ancestor Wanjianmen 300 years ago?" The man didn't even look at Old Monster Wang, only seeing the rusty sword in his eyes, "Old Monster Wang, don't worry! Sooner or later, I will get back the inheritance of my Wanjianmen from your six factions." He gently put down the rusty sword.

Turning to look at Old Monster Wang, "If you want to do something, you should do it earlier, but if you destroy my clone, I will kill a golden core in your sect." This monk with white eyebrows and hair is just a It carries the avatar of Li Jingqing Yuanying monk with a trace of Yuanshen.

In the end, Zhengyang Zong Wang Laoguai looked at the other party and did not attack directly.

Zhang Shiping left the room and immediately flew out of the tiankeng. He didn't want to get involved in the disputes of high-ranking monks, but after a cup of tea, he drove the flying magic weapon back.

He touched the token of the Zongmen, from which came the order of Jindan monk Ma Hua to let the foundation-building monks in the Fangshi auction go back. Zhang Shiping knew that the matter just now had subsided, otherwise Zongmen Jindan would not Tell them these foundation-building monks to go back.

After returning back, Zhang Shiping handed over the spirit stones, and flew back to the sect together in Uncle Ma's flying boat.

Among the few foundation builders on the flying boat, a middle-stage builder asked about Ma Hua's situation just now, but he didn't get any answer, so he stopped asking.

When the flying boat arrived within the scope of the Zhengyang Zongmen, Zhang Shiping flew down halfway to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Chapter 59

The Sutra Pavilion is located inside the mountain, with a large space and five floors, each with 36 huge white jade pillars. The first four floors are 'Miscellaneous Notes', 'Spells', 'Tales' and 'Ellites'. , four floors, each with hundreds of iron and wood frames.

Zhang Shiping didn't need to rely on his uncle Chen Wenguang's token to go in this time, and there was no time limit.He took out the badge of his inner disciples and went in, the two foundation cultivators guarding the gate also greeted Zhang Shiping as monks of the same rank, not like they used to ignore.