Chapter 2： leave home

Ordinary people say that parents are still there, so they don’t travel far, but it’s different for Zhang Shiping, a 16-year-old boy. Jiao Zuozong traveled far away from Baiyuan Mountain, and he walked for ten days without stopping. In the evening, he finally arrived at Shengxian Town where Jiaozuozong accepted his disciples.

Jiaozuo Zong opened the mountain gate once every three years to accept apprentices. This Shengxian Town is where the seniors of Jiaozuo Zong have collected low-level monks over the years. If the nearby monks want to worship Jiaozuo Zong, they will come to participate in the Ascension of Immortals. There are also monks who are extremely confident in themselves and directly go up the mountain to knock on the door, even breaking the eighteen barriers set by Jiaozuo Zong, and directly become inner disciples after passing the test.

Zhang Shiping didn't think he was this material. The first level of Jiaozuo Sect's 18 levels was the examination of spiritual root qualifications. If he wanted to directly become an inner sect disciple, he needed at least two spiritual roots qualifications.

I still follow the rules of the Ascending Immortals Association, first join the outer sect of Jiaozuo Sect, and practice steadily for eight or ten years, do more sect tasks to accumulate merit points, and after the late stage of Qi training, enter the secret realm to see if I can It is impossible to collect some valuable medicinal materials and exchange them with Zongmen for Jidan.

Zhang Shiping led the Huang Puma and walked on the street thinking about his future life. His father had already been locked up. The news would come from at least three months to a year or two. He silently wished his father success in building the foundation in his heart. Another foundation-building monk was added to the family.

Several shops on both sides of the street hung up lanterns, and some shop boys took off the lanterns with bamboo poles, blew on the torch to light the lamps, covered the lampshades and hung the lanterns high.

Shops selling talismans, utensils, and elixirs are one after another. Zhang Shiping did not stop in these small shops. Room.

Zhang Shiping took out beans from the cloth bag on the horse's back and fed them to Huang Puma, and then took out a few more beans and chewed them boredly. One person and one horse walked quietly, people came and went on the street, Zhang Shiping walked towards the place with the brightest light.

At the end of East Street here, in front of a restaurant with six strings of red lanterns hanging in front of each door, Zhang Shiping watched many people coming and going in and out of this inn, chatting and laughing. He looked up and saw the big characters on the plaque above were "Yingxian Inn", at this moment the blue-clothed boy who was guarding the door came up to welcome him, saluted Zhang Shiping and said: "Is this young master a top student or staying in the inn. "

"Eat a meal first, then prepare a room for me, and take care of my horse." Zhang Shiping said to the boy, he took the burden from the horse's back, and handed the reins to the boy in blue, and the boy waved After that, another boy came up to lead the yellow puma to the stable.

The boy in blue led Zhang Shiping in, and Zhang Shiping booked a middle room with the shopkeeper, asked them to prepare hot water, ordered some small dishes, and found a table in the hall to sit.

Zhang Shiping drank tea and waited for the food to be served, and listened to the chatter at other people's dinner tables with his ears up. There were a lot of irresponsible people in this kind of place, and the news was relatively well-informed, but usually it was about irrelevant things.

For immortal cultivators, if they wanted to discuss some private matters, they would at least set up a sound-proof formation, so they couldn't just probe in with their spiritual sense and provoke the other party for no reason.

The hall is very large, with twenty-five tables. There are people sitting around Zhang Shiping, the one in front is three middle-aged men drinking, without any inspiration, bragging about some boring things .

It wasn't about the Shengxianhui that Zhang Shiping wanted to hear, so he didn't pay much attention. On his right is a man and a woman drinking tea. The woman is about twenty-three or twenty-four years old, and the man is about fifteen or sixteen years younger. Under Zhang Shiping's celestial eye surgery, one can see a faint layer of tinge on their bodies. Aura, the aura on women is thicker than that on men.

The table behind Zhang Shiping and the table on the left were also monks. After Zhang Shiping served the food, he ate slowly, and it took him twice as long as usual to finish eating.

The table on the right should be two siblings, probably from a small family like him. The remaining two tables behind and on the left are casual cultivators. These people are probably at the level of the third to sixth level of Qi training. Zhang Shiping didn't pay too much attention to observation, so he can only give a rough idea of ​​their cultivation.

What these people said was nothing more than the time, place, and process of the Ascension of Immortals. He, Zhang Shiping, knew it well in his heart. His father's friend, he wants to call him Uncle Chen.

Thinking about it, who would discuss secret news in public. If there was such news, it would be too late for him to hide it, so how could he tell it.

However, he heard some useful news about the past few days. In fact, many monks came here not to join the Jiaozuo Sect, but to exchange things. practice resources.

For example, some monks who major in fire-attribute skills get water-attribute spirits, but they can’t use them themselves, and they sell them to shops, and they are severely bargained, so they keep the spirits in their hands and wait for this time to exchange them with other immortal cultivators. thing.

It's getting dark outside now, Zhang Shiping doesn't know if there are monks setting up stalls in the stall market, there should be some, but I don't think there will be more than during the day, if I want to see if there is anything I need, I have to wait until tomorrow .

Zhang Shiping picked up the baggage on the table and went upstairs to the room where he was resting. The room was not big and the decoration was average, but it was clean and simple. The hot water that he had ordered them to prepare earlier was also ready.

The white heat from the big wooden barrel kept rising, Zhang Shiping locked the doors and windows, washed off his exhausted body, changed into white casual clothes, and sat cross-legged on the bed to meditate.

Only after his mind calmed down did he begin to practice. UU Reading Zhang Shiping did not practice "Qingxuan Yuhuojue" in his own cave in this kind of inn where people walked around and made noises outside the door. He was just exhaling Zhou Tian's aura.

Perhaps it was because of the proximity to Jiaozuo Peak, a fourth-order spiritual mountain, that the nearby aura was abundant, and in this kind of inn with a large number of people, the aura was similar to that in his own cave.

The main peak of the Jiaozuo Sect's sect is Jiaozuo Peak, a fourth-order spiritual mountain. It is rumored that there is a Yuanying ancestor on this main peak who is in retreat. Such a senior master can exist for several years and decades at a time. Zhang Shiping can only secretly in his heart envious.

Time passed slowly, Zhang Shiping breathed out the spiritual energy of the night, and when the sun rose in the morning, he was still in high spirits, without any sleepiness at all.

After cultivating immortals all night, Zhang Shiping got up and washed up, and went out with his burden on his back. Not having a storage bag is troublesome. Zhang Shiping shook the burden on his back and went down the stairs, just in time to meet the pair of siblings who were sitting nearby last night.

The two parties happened to go out together, and the ten-year-old boy was more innocent, "Hey, it's the fellow daoist who sat nearby yesterday. My little brother Lei Mo is a monk from the Lei family in Qingli Mountain. I don't know where the fellow daoist is from."

Zhang Shiping looked at the woman next to the young man, never thought that his younger brother was so familiar, and said helplessly to Zhang Shiping: "For disturbing fellow Taoist, my younger brother just went out, please forgive me."

"Don't get in the way, don't get in the way, my name is Zhang Shiping, and I'm a monk from the Zhang Family of Baiyuan Mountain. I'm going to the stall market. I don't know where you two are going." Zhang Shiping said.

The boy Lei Mo said happily: "Brother, my sister and I are going to the market too, let's go together."

Zhang Shiping didn't shirk it, he just went along the way, besides, it was much safer inside Shengxian Town than outside the town, and he didn't have to be in a panic like when he was on the road ahead.