Refining Qi starts from repairing the panel

In his previous life, Chu Zheng had heard too many legends about immortals and gods, so he was naturally extremely curious about the ‘immortals’ in this world.

In the current situation, Chu Zheng has no way to contact the so-called "immortal", and Song Lingqing is the only possibility.

Throughout the Great Zhou Dynasty, the Hidden Immortal Sect was a very special existence. Except for the occasional immortal coming to earth and leaving legends in various places, no information was disclosed at all.

There may be some people who hold the secret of cultivating immortals, but this is not something that a slave of Chu Zheng can have access to.

Information isolation exists in every era.

Chu Zheng has always believed that the most valuable thing in the world is information. Information that is insignificant to some people can be enough to change lives in the hands of ordinary people.

After a while, Chu Zheng already knew Song Lingqing's location.

Chu Zheng is not the only one who is interested in this second lady, it is easy to find.

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The cloister, which is usually unlit, is brightly lit. In the bronze lamps, grease is burning, and there is a faint smoke, which is slightly pungent.

The wind picked up again during the night, and bits of snow fell.

The sky was completely dark, and Chu Zhengcai hurried to the main hall in the front yard.

The door was not closed, and just as the meal was being passed around, a row of maids filed in holding wooden trays in their hands.

Not many servants stopped in front of the door. Many maids and slaves passed by the hall. They only dared to glance at it and left in a hurry to satisfy their curiosity.

There were too few new things in the house, and even just a glance at them was enough to keep them occupied for some time.

Chu Zheng stopped at a corner of the corridor. He was a little troubled for a moment. He was so excited that he forgot his identity.

Without being summoned, he was not qualified to set foot in the main hall.

He might not be able to bear the consequences of rushing in, but if he didn't go in now, Song Lingqing might be gone tomorrow.

After weighing it for a long time, Chu Zheng gave up the idea of ​​taking risks and turned around to return to the filthy house. There was a long time to come, and even if he missed this opportunity, he could try other methods.

After walking only two steps, the sound of three people's footsteps was heard in his ears, and a group of people walked out of the corner.

Xiao Cai walked in the front holding a lantern, followed by a man and a woman, and Song Yun followed at the end.

The woman was dressed in a light blue dress, with a hidden light in her eyes that was as bright as the morning sun. She had a pretty face, her hair was in a fairy bun, she wore a gold belt, she had a slender waist and a beautiful figure.

Chu Zheng was stunned for a moment, rummaged through his memory, and finally recognized the woman.

The eldest lady of the Song Dynasty, Song Lingxue.

She put on light makeup today, obviously dressed up carefully, and her eyebrows were smooth. Compared with the impression in Chu Zheng's mind, she was less aggressive and more gentle.

Chu Zheng's eyes did not stay on Song Lingxue, but quickly looked at the man walking beside her, and her heart suddenly sank.

This man looked to be in his early twenties. He was dressed in dark blue brocade clothes with silver patterns. He had a tall and straight figure, full of heaven, and his steps were as light as walking on clouds. His footsteps could not be heard at all.

The moment he looked at this person, chills spread all over Chu Zheng's body, his muscles and bones trembled slightly, and he lowered his head uncontrollably.

This is caused by the pressure on the magnetic field of life.

Chu Zheng had felt this sense of oppression once in his previous life. At that time, in order to repair a damaged Taoist artifact, he visited a Taoist heavenly master and wanted to seek some advice.

That time, he realized the real differences between people.

According to the heavenly master, the human body is composed of brain, blood, flesh, bones, marrow, meridians, and collaterals.

The strength of these things determines the strength of a person's magnetic field. The most intuitive feeling brought about by this strength is emotional changes.

When the magnetic field is suppressed, people will involuntarily have negative emotions such as anxiety, panic, tension, fear, etc.

Chu Zheng lowered his gaze and his fingertips trembled involuntarily. He knew exactly why. The adrenaline in his body was soaring at this moment.

The heavenly master in the previous life lived to be 118 years old. He was a Taoist and had reached the state of enlightenment. However, the man in front of him was only twenty years old!

Moreover, the sense of oppression that came from the Heavenly Master back then was far less intense than what he felt now.

There is no doubt that this person must be from the Immortal Sect.

"Chu Zheng?"

Song Lingxue frowned slightly and glanced at the hall not far away, the frown between her eyebrows deepening.

Song Yun, who was walking at the end, changed his expression slightly, glanced at Song Lingxue, and hesitated to speak.

When he saw Chu Zheng, he deliberately scolded him, but for a moment he couldn't speak. No matter how important he was, he was just a domestic slave. In this situation, he had no place to speak.

"My dearest lady, please be kind to me."

Chu Zheng bowed, stepped aside, and got out of the way.

"That's all."

Song Lingxue looked at Chu Zheng for a moment, then sighed softly, her frown slowly relaxed, and she said calmly:

"Ayaqing just told me about you, come into the house to talk."

After saying this, she turned her head to look at the man beside her and smiled a little apologetically: "There is no good discipline in the house, and the immortal will laugh at it."

The man shook his head slightly and said nothing. He just stood there quietly, but his presence was terrifying.

Song Lingxue said no more and nodded to Xiaocai to continue leading the way.

Chu Zheng lowered his head, and his turbulent thoughts gradually calmed down. After a few people passed by him, he followed Song Yun silently.

When they looked at each other for a moment, Chu Zheng didn't see any emotional fluctuations in the man's eyes. It couldn't be said that he was looking at a dead object, at least it didn't look like he was looking at the same kind.

Just as he thought at the beginning, these immortal cultivators may not regard mortals as the same kind.

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In the hall, there was bright light and no dark corners could be seen. A round table was placed in the middle, with various delicacies on it, and the aroma was tempting.

A young woman sat at the front seat, dressed in white with cloud patterns on it, her long hair hanging casually on her sides, her eyebrows like pictures, and her skin like snow. At first glance, she looked somewhat similar to Song Lingxue, with a lighter body and three extra legs. Share the spirit of immortality.

A middle-aged man sat beside him, wearing a green shirt and a short beard. He was the head of the Song family, Song Tonghai.

There were only two people on the table. Song Tonghai lost his wife in his early years and never renewed their relationship. He only had two concubines and kept her in a side courtyard. The huge Song Dynasty was inevitably a little empty.

"Qin Shangxian!"

When Song Tonghai saw a group of people entering the door, he immediately stood up and greeted them with a smile on his face:

"In the past few years, I have been collecting a lot of things left over from ancient times according to your original instructions. How about it? Are you satisfied?"

The man nodded slightly, turned his palm, and there was a brocade box in his hand, and then raised his hand and threw it towards Song Tonghai:

"I took a few things as a thank you gift."

His tone was cold, even worse than the wind and snow outside.

Seeing this scene, Chu Zheng couldn't help but feel a little moved in his heart. Was this taking something from the air, or...

"It takes a little effort, but there's no need to say thank you."

Song Tonghai waved his hand and was about to refuse when he was interrupted by the man:

"I never owe a favor."

"Thank you for the gift from the Immortal."

The smile on Song Tonghai's face remained unchanged, he accepted the brocade box obediently and handed it to the maid behind him.

"Are you Chu Zheng?"

The woman sitting at the front slowly raised her head and looked towards the corner, with some doubts in her eyes.