Chapter 15

Today, to the north of Dingtian City, a big mountain rises into the clouds, surrounded by countless hills, which is the foundation of the Tang Dynasty: Duxian mountain.

It is midnight now, but a young man in white in the distance is flying in the direction of crossing Xianshan.

It was for Tang Tianming's injury that he came to cross Xianshan to find Tang Jin, the ancestor of the Tang Dynasty.

Tang Jin, dressed in white brocade, stopped at the foot of Duxian mountain.

"Tang Jin, the 116th generation disciple of the Tang Dynasty, asked to see the ancestors of Xianshan." duxianshan is a retreat place for the ancestors of the Tang Dynasty. No one is allowed to enter except the contemporary emperors. So Tang Jin could only stand at the foot of the mountain, summoned up her aura and shouted.

He shouted again. Seeing that no one paid attention to him, Tang Jin began to shout again.

"Tang Jin, the 116th generation disciple of the Tang Dynasty, asked to see the ancestors of Xianshan."

"Tang Jin, the 116th generation disciple of the Tang Dynasty, asked to see the ancestors of Xianshan."

"Tang Jin, the 116th generation disciple of the Tang Dynasty, asked to see the ancestors of Xianshan."

“……”

Tang Jin's voice echoed among the mountains, repeated and overlapped again and again.

"Noisy!" just when Tang Jin shouted hoarse, an old angry cry came from the void, and then Tang Jin felt a strong force coming from the void and beat herself out.

Poof

Without the slightest resistance, he was shot out, and a mouthful of blood gushed out in the air.

For the first time, Tang Jin felt that she was still so weak. If the other party hadn't been merciful, she would have disappeared.

"Whose child are you? Your parents didn't tell you that the back mountain is the place where the ancestors of the Tang Dynasty closed down and repaired. How can you make noise here!" the angry old man's voice came again.

"Cough." Tang Jin coughed up another mouthful of blood, supported the ground with his left hand and stroked his chest with his right hand. "Tang Jin, the legitimate son of contemporary Prince Yong of the Tang Dynasty, was granted the title of Tianjiao. Tang Jin, the 116th generation disciple of the Tang Dynasty, asked to see Xianshan as his ancestor."

"Hmm? Is there a title? Tianjiao? Tang Jin?" the old man's voice calmed down a little and said suspiciously, "Why are you so familiar."

"I'm the one twelve years ago, Lei Ling's innate Taoist body." Tang Jin's social experience in his previous life for more than ten years, of course, knows why the old ancestor seems to have heard of himself.

"Oh! I remember. You're the little genius who spread the rumors, aren't you?" the old man suddenly realized his voice, and then asked, "what are you doing here in the back mountain? What's the matter with your ancestors?"

"Grandson, grandson is here for the 115th generation of mountain Prince of the Tang Dynasty, who was seriously injured by the Oriental sect. I hope your ancestors can stand up for the fourth uncle." Tang Jin said with hatred.

"Hmm?" the old man's voice became angry again. It could be seen that the owner of the voice was also a lover, "The mountain Prince of this generation was seriously beaten? It seems that the people of those sects have forgotten the power of the Tang Dynasty. Hum, it's really good. The scar has forgotten the pain. Boy, wait here. I'll find your ancestors. I have no right to let you in."

"Well, trouble the ancestors." Tang Jin stood up gratefully and bowed.

Tang Jin just finished the ceremony. A white light appeared in the void and shot into Tang Jin's body.

Tang Jin's injured internal organs recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye. After a while, they were intact and even improved slightly.

"Thank your ancestors for helping heal your wounds." Tang Jin saluted again.

No reply.

Tang Jin stood respectfully at the foot of Duxian mountain and waited silently. No one spoke and he didn't move.

After waiting for nearly half an hour, a white light flew down from the top of Duxian mountain, rolled up Tang Jin and flew up.

For a moment, when Tang Jin didn't react, her surroundings had changed.

As soon as I looked up, I saw five old men, some with long beards, some as thin as bamboo poles, and some with huge skeletons. There was another old man beside me, his face was as dark as fourth uncle Tang Tianming, his hair was black and white, and he was wearing a Taoist Robe, which was wide and big.

Tang Jin knew that the five people above were the leaders of the generation who crossed Xianshan.

There are five people in charge of each generation of Duxian mountain, namely the emperors and four princes of the same generation. These five people should be the emperors and four princes of a certain generation.

The old man next to him should be the owner of the old voice he talked to just now.

"You are Tang Jin?" the old man with long beard, Hefa Tongyan and xianfengdao backbone school in the middle of the five people above spoke first.

"Yes, disciple Tang Jin, I've seen six ancestors." Tang Jin bowed down and saluted one by one to the six people.

"HMM." the first five nodded, while the old man next to Tang Jin kept his head down and didn't speak.

"Tang Jin, we already know about this generation of mountain prince." the old man said faintly, "He was injured because he competed with other people for spiritual objects, and he killed many people. In the end, the spiritual objects were taken away by him. Later, the Qing Huizong also made a public apology, and we have no reason to be an expert to go to the Qing Huizong. Besides, the Qing Huizong also has a little guy at the level of Sanxian. All our Sanxian masters in the Tang Dynasty are closed to practice and don't have time."

"Disciple Tang Jin begged all ancestors to send someone to go to Huizong of the Qing Dynasty with his disciple to seek justice for the fourth uncle." Tang Jin looked into the eyes of the first old man and said earnestly.

He knew that these were just the words of the old ancestor. What reasons and no one were all excuses. According to the tyranny of the Tang Dynasty, to destroy a sect requires no reason. If it is destroyed, it will be destroyed. No one? The whole Duxian mountain has so many immortals experts who just shut down together? Tang Jin doesn't believe it.

But Tang Jin didn't know what the old ancestor wanted from him.

The first old man stroked his beard and kept looking at Tang Jin. Tang Jin also looked at the old man. For a long time, the chief old man suddenly smiled and said, "well, it fulfilled your wish, little guy. Remember, you owe me a favor. Junming, take someone and go with this little guy."

"Yes, my ancestors." the black faced old man who had never spoken beside Tang Jin nodded.

At this time, Tang Jin knew that the black faced old man beside her was called Tang Junming. Tang Jin, who is familiar with the genealogy of the Tang Dynasty, knows that the people of the Jun generation are the ancestors of the 103rd generation. At least 14000 years old.

"Well, you go down." the head old man waved his hand.

"Farewell, disciple." Tang Jin and Tang Junming bowed and walked down.

From beginning to end, the other four elders never said a word, but looked at Tang Jin silently.

Tang Jin followed Tang Junming down the mountain and crossed the fairy mountain. No one was allowed to fly except the five leaders. Just right, Tang Jin can't fly and is happy to be free.

After talking all the way, Tang Jin also knew a lot of things.

For example, as Tang Jin expected, Tang Junming is the 103rd generation of descendants of the Tang Dynasty. For another example, the current wuweizhang mountain is the 74th generation of descendants of the Tang Dynasty. As for where the above people went, Tang Jin guessed that they were either dead or flying.

When Tang Jin knew that Tang Junming was a master of Sanxian Level 3, Tang Jin was surprised and said: people can't be judged by appearance. It made Tang Junming look black.

Although Tang Jin was only 12 years old in this life, her life in her twenties and more than 10 years of hard work in her previous life, especially in such a world where she needs to play tricks all the time and does not need any force, the accumulated conversation experience. From time to time, he flattered Tang Junming with an invisible flattery. Tang Junming was dizzy. All the way down, they had been called by "Grandpa" and "jin'er".

They went down the mountain. Tang Junming held Tang Jin in one hand, rose in the air, turned into a streamer, and flew to the prince's residence in dingtiancheng mountain. Tang Jin only felt a few breaths. When she opened her eyes, she had reached the gate of Shanqin palace.

When they came to the immovable Pavilion, there were no fewer people in the immovable Pavilion. Obviously, they were waiting for the news of Tang Jin.

Several people noticed that someone was coming. Qi Qi looked out of the door and saw that Tang Jin was followed by an old man who couldn't see the depth. First he was surprised, and then Qi said in a voice: "I've seen my ancestors. I don't know which ancestors came?"

"I am the 103rd generation descendant of the Tang Dynasty, so is Tang Junming." Tang Junming treats Tang Jin kindly, which doesn't mean that he can treat everyone with warm words. First, he lightly returns to Tang tianqin, and then turns around to look at Tang Tianming who is struggling to get up, waving his hand and shooting a white light at Tang Tianming.

The bandages on Tang Tianming's whole body cracked, and then the wound on his body was slowly getting better at a speed visible to the naked eye. Even his face became ruddy.

Tang Jin was also treated by the old man's white light. At first, Tang Jin didn't know what the white light was. Later, she learned that the white light was the unique spirit of Sanxian or immortal, which was extremely precious.

After a while, Tang Tianming left only a few faint red marks all over his body.

"Tang Tianming, the 115th generation of mountain prince, met his ancestors. Thank you for the spirit of immortals." Tang Tianming bowed respectfully to Tang Junming.

"Hum! Waste." unexpectedly, Tang Junming came up and pointed to Tang Tianming's nose and scolded: "being beaten like this is really a disgrace to our mountain prince."

At this time, Tang Jin knew that Tang Junming was the 103rd generation of mountain prince.

Looking at Tang Junming, he has a black face and a huge skeleton. Even when he is old, he looks reckless. Tang Jin couldn't help wondering whether every generation of mountain prince was so reckless and broad-minded?

Tang Tianming's face turned red when scolded by Tang Junming. He was embarrassed and didn't know what to say.

Tang Junming didn't care too much about him, but turned to Tang tianqin and said, "prepare a good horse for me, surround him qinghuizong, and wait for me to take jin'er to hit his qinghuizong Mountain Gate and kill him!"

Tang Junming felt very energetic at this time. According to the information from Datang's information network, the last card was just a first-class Sanxian.

Sanxian is a practitioner in Mahayana. Only when he fails to cross the thunder robbery will he have a certain opportunity to turn to Sanxian. The way of heaven is fifty, the way of heaven is forty-nine, and finally escape to a glimmer of vitality. And this Sanxian is a glimmer of life for practitioners who have failed to cross the thunder robbery.

However, it is very difficult to convert to Sanxian. Only two or three of the ten people who failed to cross the thunder robbery can convert to Sanxian. Of course, the Tang Dynasty, as a dynasty in the world, certainly has its own secret method, which greatly increases the probability of the failed robbers to convert to Sanxian.

However, Sanxian is not so easy to repair. Sanxian is also a kind of immortal. It just can't pass the fairyland, and it also needs the spirit of immortality, but how difficult it is to absorb the spirit of immortality in the secular world! Therefore, the slow speed of cultivation is one of the difficulties of Sanxian's difficult cultivation. It often takes thousands of years to break through the first level.

Moreover, every upgrade of Sanxian has to undergo small thunder robbery. The power of thunder robbery is getting stronger and stronger, and the breakthrough of Sanxian is becoming more and more difficult. Therefore, the gap between each level of Sanxian is very huge.

So when I know that there is only one level-1 Sanxian in the Qing Huizong, Tang Junming, a level-3 Sanxian, certainly doesn't care.

And when he came out, the old ancestor secretly lent Tang Junming an immortal weapon integrating attack and defense just in case. Tang Junming believes that with the addition of this immortal tool, even if you encounter a level 4 Sanxian, you can defeat it, and if you encounter a level 5 Sanxian, you can escape, even if it is a small level 1 Sanxian.

Seeing this, some friends may ask, doesn't it mean that practitioners won't grow old when they are born? Why does it say that the ancestors are old people.

After being born, the practitioners set by xiaonuan will not grow old, but grow old very slowly.

But even if it is slow, it will be old after tens of thousands of years.

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