The system endows longevity, and immortality can finally be expected

The end of the new year is approaching, and the festive atmosphere in Sanyang City in the ice and snow seems to have dispelled some of the surrounding chill.

The flying boat slowly docked at the designated place, and Zhou Tong watched the pedestrians coming and going in the city.

Among these people are monks and ordinary people. It seems that here, the boundaries between immortals and ordinary people are no longer so clear.

"I didn't expect this border land to be so prosperous."

Zhao Shanhe couldn't help admiring.

Li Qianyuan heard the words and said: "This is the front line, the barbarians will never die, and the so-called prosperity is just a passing cloud in the face of the possible war.

Although there is probably no war here, you must be prepared to participate in the war at any time. Those guys in the north have not been idle for thousands of years. Today's world of cultivating immortals is not as peaceful as you see.

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Li Qianyuan's words made the hearts of several people sink.

For a moment, Zhou Tong had the urge to run away. The battle in the world of cultivating immortals is a terrible horror that may even die in the Nascent Soul stage. A small shrimp like himself will definitely die if he participates in it.

"Buddha bless, Jade Emperor bless, the god of decay recedes!"

I prayed secretly, and made up my mind that I must stick to it for the next three years, even if the great opportunity is in front of me, I must hold on to it.

After all, as long as I don't waste my longevity, I will be fine.

"Nephew Tiancheng, follow me, the four of you can just go to the sect's residence."

Zhou Tong and the others quickly said, "Yes!"

After separating from Li Qianyuan and Li Qianyuan, the four of them didn't stay in the city much, and went straight to the Zongmen's residence.

There are dozens of border defense cities like Sanyang City on the long border in the northern part of the Middle Earth Cultivation Realm, and Sanyang City is considered to be one of the larger ones.

Basically, all the top sects in the world of cultivating immortals have monks stationed here.

This is the rule formed after the great war thousands of years ago.

Now there are three Foundation Establishment cultivators staying here from the Xuanling Sect, and the one who has stayed here the longest has been here for ten years.

Before the three of Zhou Tong came here, they had a general understanding of the basic situation here.

The aura here is thin and the supplies are scarce, far inferior to the hinterland of Middle Earth.

Finally, when someone came to take over, when the three people who stayed behind saw Zhou Tong and the others, their faces burst into laughter.

The leading monks in the mid-stage Foundation Establishment even proposed to go to the largest restaurant in the city to clean up the dust for a few people.

The middle-stage monk named Wang Lin has been cultivating immortality for more than two hundred years, and now his head is full of white hair.

After several people had a drink together, Wang Lin said with emotion: "Oh! Hundreds of years of cultivating immortality, but in the end it's all in vain. I don't have much lifespan, so I will go down the mountain when I go back this time, and spread the leaves for the sect."

Wang Lin's words made several people quite emotional. The way of cultivating immortals is to compete with the sky, and how many people can reach the end of the road.

"Senior brother has paid so much for the sect. I believe that even if you go down the mountain, the sect will not treat you badly. After all, we are just ordinary people. We are not as good as those Tianjiao, and we should do our best. Even if the road to immortality is cut off, we will not I have left too many regrets, so I would like to offer you a toast."

Zhao Shanhe got up and filled the wine for Wang Lin.

Several people exchanged cups and cups. At this moment, they are not immortal masters in the eyes of ordinary people, but just ordinary people among all living beings.

The next day, after Wang Lin and the others explained the matter to the others, they left in a flying boat.

Looking at the empty Zongmen residence, several people stared at each other for a while, and the scene was silent for a while.

Zhou Tong smiled and said: "My little brother has a shallow cultivation base, so I will rely on the three senior brothers a lot from now on."

Song Lin, the oldest, said: "Junior Brother Zhou is too modest. If there is anything in the future, we should discuss it with a few of us, but I think there should be no big things happening here. I just need to wait patiently and return to the sect when the time comes." That's it."

Zhang Yandao: "Senior brother Song is right. These three years shouldn't be too boring. I heard that in half a year, each sect will have a competition for the geniuses. This is a rare and lively event."

"Speaking of this, what do you guys think of our Senior Brother Yun's chances of winning?"

Zhao Shanhe said with a chuckle.

Zhang Yandao: "How can such a proud person be judged by common sense? I hope that Senior Brother Yun will show some bravery, so that we can have some face in front of those fellows."

"I don't know if there will be any rewards for this competition. It won't be just to sharpen the disciples."

Zhou Tong said.

Several of them are ordinary monks, and they will know about Tianjiao's world there.

It's like, a top student goes to participate in a national competition, and an ordinary scumbag cares about whether they win or lose. Zhou Tong didn't pay attention to these things at all when he was in school.

"Don't care what they do, anyway, let's have fun watching. I just hope that those barbarians in the north will not make troubles in the past three years, and they will spend three years in peace. After returning home, they will start with a big contribution."

Zhao Shanhe smiled.

Several people looked at each other and smiled, and quite agreed with this.

Afterwards, several people chose their residences and settled down here.

Three years is not a long time for a monk. For a monk in the foundation period like them, a retreat may take several years.

But it is not suitable for retreat here, and the progress of daily cultivation is extremely slow, so three years seems to be quite a long time.

Time flies, winter goes to spring.

Zhou Tong has been stationed in Sanyang City for half a year.

The summer in the Northland is not very cool. The scorching sun bakes the earth, and there has been no rain for a long time, making the weeds on the grassland look sluggish and look like they are dying.

Having nothing to do, Zhou Tong wandered around the city.

Although this is a frontier, there are also various industries here, plus some casual cultivators who come here, the trade here even surpasses some ordinary markets in the hinterland of Middle-earth.

It's just that Zhou Tong really had nothing to buy, and the ones sold in the market were nothing more than magic tools, pills, and magic charms.

And he doesn't pay much attention to these, if he relies on his own spells and physical strength, as for the elixirs, he still has a lot of elixirs suitable for improving his cultivation during the foundation building period, which are enough for him to use for several years.

In addition to some rare items that can arouse his interest, it is to collect information about the alchemy everywhere, and secretly investigate the information of all the personnel in the secret realm of Luoyun Valley that time.

Although he still doesn't know that the Year of the Monkey can only cultivate to the late stage of Foundation Establishment, it is always a good thing to prepare in advance.

And Yang Mancang's death was always a thorn in his heart.

If he does not avenge his friend, his thoughts cannot be understood.

Entering the secret realm is life and death, but now it is his best friend who died. Even if Yang Mancang is full of evil, and the person who shot him is a saint from heaven, he vowed to find him. Tong.

However, for more than half a year, he has been inquiring secretly for a long time, but he has gained very little. If he continues like this, he is worried that when he finds the target, he will find that the other party has died of old age for many years, which makes him feel extremely painful.