Chapter 941： small bet

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After the bamboo raft landed on the shore and Zhong Li stepped off, Zhang Shiping said his farewell and flew away.

It's just that he only flew dozens of miles before he saw a figure among the clouds.

"Why did that happen just now?"

Zhang Shiping looked quite helpless, the two of them hadn't said a few words, they looked like they were in the same situation, but seven or eight of them were pretending, and they couldn't hold back their face.

"Does that guy want to comprehend the Sutra of Zuo Wang?" Qiu Cong said calmly.

"I asked about it, and he looks pretty close. I'm far behind such a decisive move." Zhang Shiping said calmly.

"It's different for you. You only need to practice step by step for hundreds of years, at most a thousand years or so. It's not difficult to become a great monk in the later stage. At that time, your lifespan will still be very sufficient, and you may be able to hit the realm of transforming gods, but this guy Zhongli can't do it. No less, the initial stage of cultivation is there. He wants to borrow the mystery of "Taixuan Zhenjie" and then practice the "Zuowangjing". It can only be said to be a delusion. Give it a try. But he was straightforward, knowing that his own realm was not enough, so he broke the boat and dispersed the Yuanying in advance, using the remaining thousand years of life to fight for that slim chance. Whether this move is wise, I can't decide But just like you, I am far behind his courage." Qiu Cong said.

He didn't completely deny each other because of the gap between the two, and spoke ill of each other.

"I've come all the way, practiced so far, no matter how slim the chance, if there is even a chance, I should put in a hundred times and a thousand times of effort, I hope Zhongli can be unexpected." Zhang Shiping said lightly, his tone uncertain.

It is difficult to transform a god, but Zhongli's way of doing it is like that rare blind old man in the mortal world, braving the whistling wind, groping down the edge of the cliff, picking up a little bit of scent. Zhilan Xiancao that grows on the cliff.

As long as one step is wrong, there will be no bones left.

Or go in the wrong direction, and in the end, the life energy is exhausted and sits down unconsciously.

"Leave him alone. Since you choose this way, life and death are fate. Whether it is good or bad depends on your own destiny. You don't mind the previous incident, so I won't embarrass him anymore, let it all pass. But The Zongmen needs to give the Yan family a compensation, and the high-grade spirit stone veins shared by Yulou and Xuanbai will take back at least a thousand years later." Qiu Cong said slowly.

Generally, after the Yuanying cultivator of the Xuanyuan Zong died, the Zongmen would take back the donated spirit veins after five hundred years. This was done to take care of his disciples or clan members.

"I have no opinion on this, but how to make a specific decision depends on Du Yu and Tianfeng. Once Zhongli sits and forgets now, he must be completely ignorant of foreign affairs during the period. As for the supply of the spiritual veins and spiritual energy where his cave is located, then we have to decide Check it often, it must not be lowered inexplicably." Zhang Shiping nodded and said.

It has been more than 300 years since the two Nascent Souls of the Yan family died, and the time limit of 500 years is approaching. However, among the Jindan cultivators of the Yan family, only one person has cultivated to the late stage. Unfortunately, he is already old, and it seems that he will be born within three to five years.

In such a short period of time, it was too difficult for this person to break through the bottleneck.

Qiu Cong extended the time limit of the spiritual pulse, but he wanted to get more compensation for the Yan family.

It's just about the ownership of the spirit veins, which involves the authority of Du Yu, the head of the family, and he doesn't want to overstep his authority.

"You, you, don't worry, this old man won't make a fuss about this kind of thing. But sitting and forgetting for a hundred years is a common thing, and it's not uncommon for a thousand years. My lifespan is not long. Since you have the heart, then from now on Zhongli will be there." It's up to you to watch." Qiu Cong frowned and said calmly.

"Okay, I'll go back to the cave later, and I'll send two foundation-building servants here to keep guard in the secret realm all year round." Zhang Shiping nodded and said.

Besides, he also wanted to take Du Mingan to Bihu Island once, at least to let the other party know his way. Otherwise, if an apprentice doesn't even know where his master's cave is, if it spreads, it will really make people laugh out loud.

As for the foundation building servant, Zhang Shiping had already changed several times.

In many cases, the realm of a monk does not match his own virtue.

Within the territory of the Xuanyuan Sect, no matter whether it is a family of practitioners or a casual cultivator, it is absolutely forbidden to do harm to ordinary people. This is an iron rule.

Of course, monks were occasionally offended by ordinary people and killed them, or killed a few people like crushing ants.

This kind of thing, Xuan Yuanzong alone has not been able to find out all of them.

The reason why Xuanyuanzong established this rule is to prevent some monks from practicing those evil spells for the sake of quick success, so as to harm the mortals of a city or even a country, and make people everywhere miserable.

However, there are always some monks who think they are doing things that no one else knows. Some of these people have already entered the prison of Xuanyuanzong, and the foundation-building cultivator among them is an excellent choice for slaves and puppets.

After all, Zhongli's sitting and forgetting is worse than being closed to death. In that state of confusion, his mind and soul are no longer clear, just like the living dead, unable to distract other things outside.

But if you want to break through with the method of sitting and forgetting, of course, the support of majestic spiritual energy is indispensable.

Once the spiritual energy of the place where you are is fading, it is not to say that you have improved in practice, and if you don't retreat, it means that the opponent's foundation is solid.

Zhang Shiping was worried that if the disciples of the inner sect who established the foundation were allowed to take turns to be on duty, there might be some secret agents from other forces who had not been found out.

If something went wrong in this kind of matter, it would mean the fall of a Nascent Soul True Monarch, so one must not take it lightly and directly dispatch the servants driven by the spirit, so as not to make any mistakes.

"I also have a few foundation-building servants under my command. If you need them, I will send them over at that time." Qiu Cong said.

"Okay." Zhang Shiping nodded in response.

Now he doesn't have many servants driven by his soul, which can meet the manpower needed to manage the cave.

Right now, the planting of elixir and the cultivation of spirit insects in the cave are complicated and need some handymen to take care of them, so as not to waste their own practice time because of these things.

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Just like that, Zhang Shiping and Qiu Cong walked together, chatting about other things while flying slowly.

Not long after, to the sky above the small green hill.

I saw Du Ming'an and Li Jiantong sitting on a boulder, separated by Zhang Xu, they didn't talk, just sat there blankly.

As for the masters, these two real monarchs restrained their breath, concealed their figures, and watched with great interest in mid-air.

"Who do you think will speak first now? If Ming An speaks first, then I will lose you ten high-grade spirit stones, and if Jiantong, then you will lose to me. Do you want to make a small gamble?" Qiu Cong asked.

"Happy to accompany you." Zhang Shiping said with a smile.