189. Four Thousand Years Ago, the Immortal Holding the Tripod Went to the Yang Realm (4k2, Please Subscribe)

Among the hibiscus trees.

A Golden Crow egg was quietly born within the innate law within it.

Its eggshell looks like it is made of gold, with bright divine patterns imprinted on it. Like the most solid thing in the world.

Xu Xing Shenhun tried to get close to the Golden Crow Egg. Unexpectedly, the Golden Crow Egg, which emitted this frightening light and was guarded by extremely powerful forbidden laws, did not prevent Xu Xing's soul from approaching.

The golden eggshell imprinted with divine patterns was like water, easily penetrated by Xu Xing.

In just a moment, after his soul felt a little uncomfortable, he completely took control of the life in this golden crow egg.

The hibiscus tree is him.

The life in the Golden Crow Egg is also him.

"I can practice both immortality and physical martial arts..."

After gaining a physical body, Xu Xinglue started to use his skills and instantly found the sense of Qi in the dark, attracting the innate essence from the surrounding Golden Crow eggs and pouring it into his body.

And pull the spiritual energy to gather outside the mulberry tree.

"It's just a pity that the innate source is still weak."

"That's right, Tao and fruit turn into causes. What is obtained is that higher 'essence', which is naturally not as good as the real innate creation in terms of quantity..."

Within a few days, under the operation of Xu Xing's Immortal Dao Kung Fu, the innate essence that gave birth to him in the Golden Crow Egg was plundered by him.

He cultivated very quickly and reached the late stage of Xiantian. He was only one step away from establishing the foundation of immortality.

"One life, two bodies..."

"This special existence also allows me to practice ghost and immortal skills and bathe in thunder and calamity."

"This is the creation of heaven and earth, it is extremely wonderful."

After arriving at Immortal Base, Xu Xing's soul was also nourished by his cultivation in the Immortal Way.

He solidified the [Shendian Body], and his soul cultivation instantly reached the level of Seven Tribulations Ghost Immortal.

The Ghost Immortals of the Seven Tribulations, the Ghost Immortals of the Eight Tribulations, and the Ghost Immortals of the Nine Tribulations all need to bathe in thunder tribulations and absorb the power of pure Yang.

Thereby purifying Yang Shen.

It can be said that the thunder disaster is both a disaster and a blessing for ghosts and immortals.

"After the seven tribulations of ghosts and immortals, you can refine your corpse and walk in the world."

"But there are many powerful people in Emperor Jin's world. Although I don't know why they are all mortals here, and the system is also biased towards the common people..."

"But this place is a treasure to me. I will wait until I reach the Yang Yang realm before I go out..."

Xu Xing can endure loneliness.

Flowers bloom and fall.

In the blink of an eye, more than fifty years have passed.

Although Wang Wenzhen is an official and has a unique status, the people in Shangjiang Village send people to clean the Wang family's old house every year.

But as time passed, Wang Wenzhen was gone forever, and this former humble house gradually became desolate and dilapidated, turning into a ruined ruin.

"Qiao Niang..."

On this day, a carriage stopped at the entrance of Shangjiang Village. An old man shakily stepped down from the carriage. He was helped by a strong servant to the door of the Wang family's old house.

"Back then I was farming and studying, you were weaving to support the family, your husband was singing and your wife was accompanying you..."

"It's a pity that I was unlucky, and I won the prize only on the fourth try."

"If I had been on the list for the first three times, you and I would still be a loving couple..."

Wang Wenzhen opened the rusty copper lock and walked into the former mansion.

He burst into tears looking at the dilapidated and dusty spinning wheel in the house.

Fifty years have passed, and even if there is hatred in his heart, it has gradually disappeared.

"You ask me why I forgive my neighbors but not you..."

"Because kindness from neighbors is a kind of kindness. And you and I are husband and wife..., and calculations hurt our feelings. You abandoned me and made me a laughing stock in the village. Which man in the world can not hate..."

Wang Wenzhen murmured to herself.

"Sir, I have already inquired about Madam's tomb."

At this time, the strong servant approached and bowed to Wang Wenzhen with a respectful attitude.

He saw that Wang Wenzhen's face seemed to be moved, so he added: "I have ordered the villagers to

Now go clear the weeds on the road... Sir, you can go there in a sedan..."

The reason why he was able to become the steward of the Wang Mansion in the capital was because he was a slave. It's because of his sharp eyesight.

"not see!"

Wang Wenzhen shook her head. He wiped away the remaining tears from the corners of his eyes and sneered: "I broke off all ties with her back then and came to the old house to pay my respects. This is because I care about my love, not because I forgive her."

"Stupid village women, short-sighted, such people deserve to be alone for the rest of their lives..."

After the words fell, the villagers from Shangjiang Village who came after hearing the news stood at the door and suddenly looked at each other.

They didn't expect that Wang Wenzhen would be so heartless. He even refused to go to the tomb to worship.

The steward hesitated to speak.

He thought what Wang Wenzhen said was angry. The servants of Wang's house all know that the master is a kind man, he does not beat or scold his slaves, his wages are higher than those in other houses, and he is rewarded in every season.

He is even more affectionate towards his wife in the capital. Because my wife likes to eat pear soup made from sweet pears from southern Sichuan, my husband writes to the incoming official in southern Sichuan every year and asks him to send a basket of high-quality pears.

"I have given her gold and silver to repay this kindness..."

Wang Wenzhen shook her head and talked to herself.

His hatred for Zhou Qiaoniang was gone in his heart. But the lack of hatred does not mean that Zhou Qiaoniang is forgiven.

Furthermore, if you go to worship Zhou Qiaoniang, it will inevitably make the old wife in the house sad.

"Clean up the courtyard..."

"I'll stay here for one night."

Wang Wenzhen ordered.

Seventy years is rare in life. At this age, he also knows that he doesn't have much left to live. So I went back to my old house once.

"Yes, sir."

Wang's official nodded and ordered the accompanying servants to start cleaning the old house.

Fallen leaves in the courtyard and clods of earth from collapsed walls were all cleared away.

Although many of the old things in the house are in decay, they can still be lived in after being tidied up.

"This mulberry tree was acquired three days after my late wife and I got married. It is now as tall as a canopy..."

After cleaning, it was already sunset. Wang Wenzhen walked out of her humble home and saw that the only green and tall mulberry tree left in the courtyard could not help but be filled with emotion.

He lost his mother when he was young and his family was poor, so his biological father had been a widower and never remarried.

Although my father practiced writing, he failed in many attempts.

The biological father passed away early...

He served in mourning for several years, cutting firewood to support his family. At the age of seventeen, he was arranged by a matchmaker to marry Zhou Qiaoniang as his first wife.

Zhou Qiaoniang was a well-known virtuous girl from all over the country. After marrying him, she asked him to transplant a mulberry tree on the mountain so that she could raise silkworms and weave cloth for him to study...

Stop outside the house.

Soon, old scenes from the past appeared before Wang Wenzhen's eyes.

Qiao Niang was picking mulberries, and he was reading under the eaves. The two looked at each other and smiled.

"That's all, that's all..."

"The past is past."

Wang Wenzhen shook her head and sighed.

He stroked the mulberry tree gently and was startled when he saw the mottled moonlight shining through the canopy of the tree on his robe. Looking up, I realized that the night was already dark.

This stop lasted several hours from afternoon to evening.

"Master, it's time to rest."

The housekeeper approached and put a robe on Wang Wenzhen's shoulders.

The moonlight was like a gauze, pouring into the Wang family's old house, illuminating everything silvery.

There is a mulberry tree with deep roots and lush leaves in the corner, and a scholar in green robe steps out from the crown. He was like an illusory soul, but under the moonlight, he appeared extremely solid.

"Listen to what these Wang family servants and neighbors say. Wang Wenzhen is now a high official. I should ask him some news about this place..."

Xu Xing's soul came out of his shell and wandered towards the inner room where Wang Wenzhen rested.

He had explored the world of Emperor Jin in his previous life. I know that although Emperor Jin’s world is separated by immortals and mortals, he has not yet reached the level of immortals and mortals in Fengxi Kingdom.

A situation of non-interference...

If immortals and mortals influence each other, no matter how remote and remote this place is, it is impossible that there will be so few legends about immortals.

These are all unreasonable remarks based on rumors.

Furthermore, Emperor Jin’s world has the inheritance of Qi and Blood Martial Arts. Ordinary people can also practice. It's not like he raised his eyes and saw all ordinary people.

In the courtyard, a dozen strong men in blue were patrolling with long knives on their waists and lanterns, but they could not detect Xu Xing's traces.

"Wang Wenzhen..."

"I ask you, where is this place? Are there warriors, ghosts and immortals in the capital?"

Xu Xing waved his sleeves and robes, and first set up a soundproof array in the inner room to block the perception of the patrolling servants from the outside. Then he cast the ecstasy spell and asked Wang Wenzhen.

Given his level of cultivation, it would actually be faster to use the Soul Searching Technique.

But he is not a demonic cultivator who is easy to kill.

Sixty years ago, Wang Wenzhen moved him from the mountain to the Wang family. Although this move was unintentional, as he also collected his mulberry leaves..., but he was moved to this place with spiritual veins, which is not a big or small inheritance from Wang Wenzhen...

It’s okay if you don’t repay.

If he does harm to others... then all his years of cultivation will be in vain.

"There are warriors who can fly over eaves and walk over walls, and fight one against ten, but... there are no Qi and blood warriors that the immortals talk about..."

"As for the ghost fairy, Wang has never heard of it."

Wang Wenzhen stood up unsteadily and saluted the "immortal" Xu Xing.

Although his mind was confused at the moment, he still had the most basic thoughts.

"Martial artist? The ghost immortal is gone?"

Xu Xing frowned.

Shangjiang Village is a remote place, so it's okay if you don't know about extraordinary powers.

However, the territory of the Dali Dynasty that Wang Wenzhen belonged to was four or five times the size of the Fengxi Kingdom under his rule, so it was not considered a small country. How is it possible that there are no warriors or ghosts and immortals in the territory?

In addition, Wang Wenzhen's official position is not too low. Although he is begging for his resignation now, when he was in office, he was still a third-rank minister of the Ministry of Industry...

"Wang may have some guesses about what the Immortal Chief said. Historical records show that thousands of years ago, there was a great change in Li Dynasty, which was a natural disaster."

Wang Wenzhen recounted his experiences.

He was also an important member of the civil service in the Dali Dynasty. When historians compile history, they cannot avoid the influence of these six departments. In addition to providing historical materials from various departments, it is also necessary to make additions and check for gaps in the historical manuscripts.

"Four thousand one hundred and thirty years ago, on that day, a meteorite carrying heavenly fire descended on the Li Dynasty, causing a catastrophe. Most of the capital was burned, and tens of thousands of people were killed or injured..."

"And this fire was difficult to extinguish. It burned countless rivers and turned the Li Dynasty into a piece of red earth..."

"Fortunately, the world was saved by an immortal. He held a three-legged round bronze cauldron, put the falling star into the cauldron, and extinguished the heavenly fire."

"But this record is too ridiculous."

"Wang ordered the historian to delete this record so as not to confuse the world."

Wang Wenzhen stroked three strands of her beard and said.

This was something he was quite proud of. He argued with the Confucian scholars at court meetings and forced the historians to delete this record.

After all, Zi is silent and has strange power and chaos.

Such absurd and bizarre stories recorded in history books are misleading to future generations.

"Immortal..."

"Three-legged round tripod..."

Xu Xing pondered.

He speculated that this natural disaster might be the reason that prompted the Dali Dynasty to lose its extraordinary power.

"However... after the natural disaster, even if the warriors and ghost immortals die cleanly, the inheritance will not be cut off. There will not be even one warrior or ghost immortal, unless... there is something wrong with the spiritual energy. This is a place of absolute spirituality..."

He had this bold guess in his mind. And he felt more and more that this guess should be the truth.

When he was in the Bloodline World, the top cultivators he and Chu Wang Li Hong killed were almost cut off. But when he left the Bloodline World and went to the Jindi World, some masters still grew up.

In the end, the soil is there, even if it grows weeds and unorthodox ways, it will eventually

grow something... .

Unless it is a place of absolute spirit!

"Then... the spiritual vein of the Wang family..."

Xu Xingfa looked at the spiritual vein underground and combed along the qi vein of this spiritual vein.

Not long after, he found something strange.

This qi vein extends downward from the green mountain that Shangjiang Village relies on. The more you go to the mountains and forests, the more qi veins there are. At the foot of the mountain, the qi veins are almost non-existent.

It's just that the Wang family, I don't know what kind of good luck, several qi veins intersect, attracting spiritual power, forming a small spiritual vein here.

Qi veins are not equal to spiritual veins. The Qi and the spirit will be attracted, and the spiritual vein will be born at the intersection of the Qi and the spirit.

"The immortals live in the mountains, not in the ordinary world. These mountains hide the last inheritance of this place..."

Xu Xing had a guess instantly.

"Are there more records about the immortal who saved the world with the tripod?"

He asked Wang Wenzhen again.

If nothing unexpected happens, the spiritual veins gathered in these mountains are inseparable from the natural disaster.

"Yes, there are records..."

Wang Wenzhen pondered and remembered, "It is rumored that this Wuyi Mountain Range was made by this immortal with a bronze tripod. There were no mountains back then. This place was called Xinglong Mansion..."

"Four thousand years..."

Xu Xing's eyes looked through the doors and windows and fell on the Wuyi Mountain Range with mountains upon mountains.

This mountain range, no matter how you look at it, does not look like it was formed in just four thousand years.

Four thousand years, although long, is not enough to change the world. Unless, that immortal has supreme magic power.

The more absurd, the closer it is to the truth.

Although Xu Xing did not believe the immortal's tripod. But he didn't deny the possibility of this matter in his heart.

"At the court meeting, the historian Liu once said that a sage had seen a picture in a cave in the Wuyi Mountains. It was a mural recording the natural disaster..."

"But the historian Liu didn't know where the cave was. It was just nonsense."

Wang Wenzhen added.

"The cave murals..."

Xu Xing planned to explore the mountain in the future to find out the truth.

When he parted with Shi Yuyan in the previous life, he also learned about some forces in the Jindi world from Shi Yuyan.

The Jindi world is generally ruled by various divine palaces. For example, the Black Mountain Sect in Yinshui County belongs to the Shenshousi family. And the Shenmusi family is a force in the Qiming Divine Palace.

Leaving the court, not being ruled by the Divine Palace is a strange thing.

"No need to think about it anymore..."

Xu Xing saw that Wang Wenzhen had been thinking for a long time and didn't say a word. He knew in his heart that this was probably all Wang Wenzhen knew.

So he waved his sleeves, untied the soul-bewitching spell on Wang Wenzhen, and separated a thought from himself, transformed it into pure spiritual power, and sent it to Wang Wenzhen's Niwan Palace.

With the nourishment of this pure thought, Wang Wenzhen can live at least another 10 to 20 years.

After doing these things.

Xu Xing passed through the wall without any hindrance, returned to the mulberry tree, and continued to practice in seclusion.

After more than 50 years of practice, he has reached the late stage of Danfu Realm, and is only one step away from the Quyang Realm.

"It seems... someone is looking for me? Is it a dream? It should be a nightmare."

"I'm old..."

Wang Wenzhen, who was sleeping soundly on the bed, suddenly woke up. He touched his forehead and saw a lot of cold sweat on his forehead. He thought he had a nightmare again.

He didn't know that the mulberry tree soul in the yard had looked for him again.

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