Chapter 41： Back to the Mountain and the Elixir

Sitting on the flying boat, Zhang Shiping has gained a lot, but his face is indifferent, which is the kind of aura that strangers don't get close to after experiencing life and death. He's half pretending, half real. He can't always be happy and swagger everywhere.

Most of the Qi-training monks who came out of the secret realm were obviously depressed. Among them, I don’t know how many of them were like Zhang Shiping, but one-third of the 150 Qi-training disciples on the eighth and ninth floors were suddenly reduced. It was Yun Qi, a Jindan cultivator who was used to life and death, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

This Jindan cultivator has long since lost his former glory. Thinking about the Taoist couple who joined Jiaozuo Sect with him back then, they failed to form alchemy and only lived for about two hundred years. They turned into a handful of loess, so he specially sent him off. . He sent away his Taoist companion, his children and grandchildren, and the longer he lived, the lonelier he became.

Now that five hundred years have passed, I have no hope of conceiving a baby, and maybe I will die soon in less than a hundred years. If there is reincarnation in this world, where are you and can we meet again? Yun Qi hunched over and walked a few steps on the flying boat, thinking.

Now all he cares about is the family and the sect. Before he dies in the family, he will leave some things for them. It will be no problem to shrink the family's sphere of influence. As for whether the family can be passed on for three hundred years or five hundred years, I can't control so much, and my children and grandchildren have their own blessings.

But among the sects, the ancestor is not young anymore, he has lived for nearly two thousand years, if he can't break through to become a god, how many more years can he live? Yun Qi doesn't know whether this Wang Patriarch is in the early Yuanying stage or the middle Yuanying stage, but it can be concluded that the Wang Patriarch who has no hope of breaking through to transform into a god, after hundreds of thousands of years, after his death, Jiaozuo Zong will lose Yuanying Laozu After the ancestors, what should we do then? How should we go in the future?

Jiaozuo Zongming clearly has seven Jindan monks, none of them are in the late stage of Jindan, but as the oldest Jindan monk in the sect, Yun Qi knows that there are three Jindan monks in the sect, two of them are in the middle stage, and there are still three Jindan monks in the sect. There is a monk on the ninth floor of the late Jindan stage, who is also the monk with the best chance of conceiving a baby. He wanted to call this Senior Brother Wang, even though he was only five hundred years old.

Senior Brother Wang was also from the same royal family as Patriarch Yuanying, and was vigorously cultivated by Patriarch Yuanying. However, even with the accumulation of various resources, that fellow Daoist Wang did not know when he would be able to successfully break through Yuanying and become Jiaozuo Zongzong. The new pillar, Dinghaizhen.

In fact, Yun Qi has little hope for him, but he has no choice but to hope that he can break through the Nascent Soul.

Maybe when he gets old, he always likes to worry about some useless thoughts. Yun Qi drives the flying boat, rides the clouds and fog, turns into a stream of light, and crosses the peaks and rivers in the Baimang Mountains.

Perhaps what Zhang Shiping sees now is the largest one-acre land in Jiaozuo Zong, and Yun Qi, who has lived for so long, knows that Jiaozuo Zong, Qiyun Zong and Xuanhuomen only occupy the southern part of Baimang Mountain. There are still some mountains to the west, and there are three Yuanying sects.

And there is not only one mountain range in Nanzhou, and he doesn't know how many Nascent Soul monks there are, after all, he is only a golden core.

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As the sun rises in the east, the golden avenue spreads across the top of the clouds. The sea of ​​clouds was churning, and a black flying boat sailed against the wind on the clouds. When it flew over the Jiaozuo Peak of Jiaozuo Sect, the bow of the boat slammed and broke under the sea of ​​clouds, and the black flying boat flew fast.

Zhang Shiping stood on the deck, the black flying boat arrived on the mountain peak not long after, Zhang Shiping thought he would land at Xiaoguan Mountain, but saw Zongmen, the Jindan Patriarch driving the black flying boat, hovering halfway up the mountain.

Yun Qi took out a golden token, and driven by his mana, it emitted a golden aura and entered the Jiaozuo Peak Mountain Protection Array, revealing a circular hole big enough for a flying boat to pass through.

As expected of a fourth-order spiritual mountain, Zhang Shiping got off the flying boat, and like all the qi practitioners, feeling the vigorous inspiration in the mountain and the abundant spiritual energy in the air, he couldn't help but take a few deep breaths.

Yun Qi had already entered the hall with a bare wooden stick, and the remaining foundation cultivators looked at the qi cultivators of the Zongmen, and some of them smiled lightly, as if they saw him coming in for the first time.

This Jiaozuo Peak has a large mountain guard formation all the year round, and the disciples in the foundation building period must have a pass to enter, let alone Zhang Shiping and his group of monks in the Qi training period.

Every three years, the Jiaozuo Sect opens a mountain in Shengxian Town to recruit disciples. There are hundreds to hundreds of people at a time, plus the number of family disciples who join the Jiaozuo Sect, as well as the young children with spiritual roots that the Sect usually collects from the secular world. child.

Counting the addition of some other avenues, there are currently 20,000 to 30,000 disciples in the outer sect of the sect. If everyone can come in and out at will without passing through, then the rules of the sect will be messed up.

These 20,000 to 30,000 people are not counted as the outer sect disciples who are exiled to the world, a large number of handyman disciples and their family members, as well as sect servants and others.

Of course, if the disciples of the outer sect are really in a hurry, they can go to the hall of foreign affairs to find a steward, and ask him to accompany him or get a token to go there. And the foundation-building monks don't need to be so complicated. They go directly to the foot of Jiaozuo Peak to find the foundation-building disciples guarding the mountain, and they can enter the mountain after passing the pass.

Zhang Shiping was able to enter Jiaozuo Peak this time because of the need to hand in the elixir. The aura is so abundant that he looks intoxicated. He is practicing on the fourth-order spiritual mountain here, and with the bronze lamp, he may be able to practice Qi nine times in half a year. Layers of mana are polished to perfection, and the speed must be much faster than in Biyuan Mountain.

But Zhang Shiping didn't dare to do this directly, he didn't dare to test the methods of the Jindan Yuanying Patriarch, who knows if these people who have lived for hundreds of thousands of years will see the magic of the bronze lamp.

And regardless of whether it was useful or not, the bronze lamp that Zhang Shiping put in the storage bag had already been put in the box and sealed with a magic talisman. He did this long before entering the secret realm, and on the last day, he also sealed up the bronze lamp early.

He didn't know if those Jindan Nascent Soul monks' spiritual sense could detect it in his storage bag. If it wasn't for the purpose of not looking so special, Zhang Shiping would have wanted to seal it up with more than a dozen talismans.

Zhang Shiping waited outside the main hall for a long time, until after two incense sticks, two frightened birds flew from a distance and landed outside the main hall. He saw one of them was a tall man nine feet tall, with the kind of complexion that he had seen all year round. He was tanned under the scorching sun, with erect facial features, short hair, and gray temples.

It was the Golden Core cultivator he had seen at the Ascension Fair a few years ago.

Holding a jug of blue and white wine bottle next to him, a short and fat monk with a big belly was showing his breasts. After the two landed, they talked and laughed and entered the hall.

Zhang Shiping looked at this short and fat monk, he was afraid that it was Xu Youdan Xu Shizu, the Jindan monk in the sect who loves to eat.

After a while, the Foundation Establishment cultivators who were kept outside the main hall came to inform Zhang Shiping of the ninety or so Qi training cultivators who had come out of the secret realm. Everyone lined up quickly, and a long queue came out in an instant Zhang Shiping looked at his position, and he was ranked in the thirty or so places. Soon it will be Zhang Shiping's turn.

Under the gaze of the four foundation-building monks guarding the gate, Zhang Shiping was under a lot of pressure. He entered the main hall and saw a three-legged furnace in the middle of the main hall. Echoing the string pattern, wisps of light smoke rise, exuding a faint sandalwood fragrance.

There were four monks sitting on the futon, the slender and bookish Chang Younian in the main seat, Xu Youdan who was biting a yellow spiritual fruit with water flowing from the corner of his mouth, Yun Qi who closed his eyes and meditated, and Ma Hua who looked at Zhang Shiping with great interest.

After Zhang Shiping came in, he took a look and then lowered his head to meet the ancestors of Jindan, but he didn't dare to look up again, who knows what taboos these Jindan old monsters have?

"Zhang Shiping's three spiritual roots, the disciples of the fourth level of Qi training who joined the Ascending Immortal Association six and a half years ago, and now they are training at the ninth level of Qi training. It's not bad, Senior Brother Ma, I remember you presided over that time." Chang Younian looked at Zhang Shiping and said , and then turned to ask Ma Hua, who was seated first, with a straight waist. He was obviously interested in Zhang Shiping's improvement so quickly.

When Zhang Shiping heard this, his heart was shocked. Sure enough, in the eyes of Jindan monks, he was like a transparent person, and they could see through them at a glance. His palms were sweating, wondering if they would press him. Zhang Shiping's mind turned countless times. In just a short moment, he thought of more than a dozen excuses, but he was immediately overthrown by himself. Zhang Shiping's tongue was a little dry.

"Back to the master, I was indeed in charge that time." Ma Hua looked at Zhang Shiping, and in his hand was a jade slip that had just been taken out of the storage bag, recording all the information of Zhang Shiping's disciples. He looked at it, Among them was the nephew of Chen Wenguang, a foundation cultivator in his lineage.