Yangcheng is no different from when I first left.
The early morning fireworks carry a subtle fragrance, which is emitted by the burning firewood containing spiritual energy.
The busy streets are lined with rows of shops, and pavilions of varying heights stretch far and wide.
Crowded but bustling.
If you exclude the high cost of living, it is indeed considered stable.
However, we don’t know how long this kind of stability can last.
Master Yuyan came out of seclusion and did not form a Nascent Soul.
Based on life expectancy, it is estimated that Yangcheng can last for up to fifty or sixty years.
This period of time is not long for monks who are above Foundation Establishment. Once Master Yueyan dies, no more monks who can take the lead appear, and the name of the big power will disappear. Whether Yangcheng can be saved in the end will be decided later.
talk.
"Yangcheng."
Tu Shanjun couldn't help but sigh.
Counting this time, it was the third time that he had arrived in Yangcheng. Even though he was an unborn evil spirit, he was already familiar with Yangcheng.
He carries a lot of burdens on himself, and he has no mood to worry about others.
In short, after this matter is over, we will sneak into Dongyuan and stay there for tens or hundreds of years to upgrade the magic weapon.
"Let's go."
When the message fell into his ears, Tushanjun did not evade it pretentiously.
"The Hou family?"
"Oh, his family has become prosperous. It is said that the elders are protecting him, and his two children are also promising."
After asking, Hou Jingyan has left. It is said that his cultivation has improved rapidly in the past three years, and he seems to be related to some important people, so he has been taken care of. When he reached the late stage of Qi training, he picked up his sword and left, saying that he was going out.
Experience.
This is a good thing.
With the guidance of the True Lord's remnant soul, as long as it's not bad luck, he can always accomplish something.
"Brother Tu Shan, are you relieved?" Ding Xie put his hands in his hands and joked with a smile.
"Why don't you worry?"
Tu Shanjun replied calmly, holding a scroll of letters casually.
"Hey, I just don't admit it..." Ding Xie laughed.
"It's better if I don't admit it than if someone admits everything." Tu Shanjun replied in the message.
"Okay, I surrender, and we won't hurt each other."
Ding Xie laughed dumbly.
He turned around and forgot about it, took the wine bottle with him, sat down at the wine shop, and asked the waiter to fill a bottle with their signature drink.
It can be considered as eating and drinking along the way.
Stay in Yangcheng for several hours.
dusk.
It's early autumn.
The red clouds fell and dyed Yangcheng red.
Under the setting sun, some wandering monks left the city.
Most of the city gates were blocked by caravans, camels, beasts, chariots and horses, and Liba gathered a crowd to be busy.
Perhaps there was a shortage of manpower, so the steward of the caravan climbed up to greet them.
The Qi-training monks who had been waiting eagerly came up regardless of the crowd, shouting and raising their hands.
Ding Xie stepped out of the city gate and released the spirit boat.
The spirit boat is good at hovering in the wind. The moment he boarded the spirit boat, it started to turn into a rainbow light and penetrated into the sea of clouds. It only flickered a few times before disappearing.
The sea of clouds rolled and the light flickered.
After being trapped for a long time, Tushanjun was finally able to get out of the flag.
Daily maintenance does not consume a lot of mana, which is quite gratifying.
However, once you take action, the mana consumption will increase dozens of times, which is really annoying.
Pour two glasses of wine.
Spread out the food that has been prepared long ago.
Ding Xie sighed: "It's a pity that this beautiful night is missing a beautiful woman to accompany it."
"Oh?" Tu Shanjun waved his hand and summoned two beautiful Yin Ji from the soul flag and pushed them over.
There are many evil spirits in the flags, but there is still some female ghost Yin Ji.
Tu Shanjun is not a good person, let alone showing mercy.
It would be better to say that he is accustomed to destroying flowers with his own hands, so the female ghosts who begged for mercy were also dragged into the soul flags by him and became driven souls.
"Brother Tushan, I'm just kidding."
Yin Ji is very intelligent, sometimes even Tu Shanjun doesn't know how to describe the Yin God in the banner.
"How is your cultivation?"
Speaking of cultivation, Ding Xie suddenly became serious: "The magic power has stabilized, and the master's notes also recorded this situation."
Tu Shanjun nodded slightly. He had also read the Dan Jie Notes and had already written them down.
Based on Ding Xie's situation, he can actually form an elixir.
If you gather together the spiritual objects used to form the elixir, the chance of success can reach 50%.
As a senior who has already formed the elixir, Tu Shanjun has some say in this matter and can give some advice. Moreover, last time he used Wenpo to gain experience in practicing the golden elixir of the Rakshasa Void Clan. Although he was shattered by the Demonic Ape's Determining Fist,
Most of it is broken, and there are only fragments left, but it can still be used as a reference.
It doesn't hurt to adjust a little, but you still have to practice hard for the rest of the time.
Tu Shanjun has already discovered that practicing cultivation is a hard job and there is no happiness at all.
Boring and boring, extracting spiritual energy and condensing mana day after day.
When you encounter a bottleneck, you still need to look for ways to break through it.
Of course it is not as good as the enjoyment of glory and wealth.
It's even worse for Tu Shanjun.
…
The time is up and the mountains are setting in the north.
Tushanjun opened his eyes, his scarlet ghost eyes were like blue waves in a cold pool, without any ripples.
"After three years, I'm finally back." Ding Xie couldn't wait to jump out of the small spiritual boat, but he was at a loss when he arrived.
Tu Shanjun put on a black robe and a hood to hide his appearance.
Ghost cultivators are already quite rare, but Jindan ghost cultivators are even more outstanding, so they often cover their bodies with black robes.
In fact, it is also due to lack of confidence in one's own appearance. Even though it is less scary now, the ghost's face is still frightening.
At dusk, the sun disappears.
Ding Xie approached the Ding family's family residence.
Complex pavilions are embedded in the valley of Beiluo Mountain, and the clan protection formation is slowly moving.
The appearance of the strange aura made the entire clan a little commotion. For some unknown reason, Ding Xie, who was at the peak of Foundation Establishment, and Tu Shanjun, who was in the Golden Core cultivation level, were allowed to step into it.
Logically speaking, when neither of them hides their identities, the first thing they should face is the clan-protecting formation.
The Ding family is also considered a prominent family. There are many foundation-building monks in the family, so it is impossible not to notice the two of them.
The Golden Core cultivator did not cover up his figure, just like a small sun that could not be ignored. No matter what the reason was, the two of them should not be allowed to enter the Ding family's clan hinterland so easily.
As soon as he stepped in, Tu Shanjun's eyes showed ripples and his face was serious.
"Brother Tushan?"
"There is a golden elixir monk."
"Golden elixir?!" Ding Xie exclaimed, his eyes full of surprise.
"You're right, this breath is very familiar, it's..."
Tu Shanjun turned his ghost hand and formed a clasp with his two fingers, sensing the other person's breath: "Your ancestor."
Unexpectedly, three years later, the ancestor of the Ding family formed a golden elixir.
No wonder that during the interrogation that day, the ancestor of the Ding family remained calm and calm from beginning to end, and did not panic at all because of the death of a foundation-building demon cultivator.
In fact, this was also within Tushanjun's expectation.
In the past, Tu Shanjun had just entered the peak of Foundation Establishment. Because his strength fluctuated too much, he could not display much ability. He slightly misjudged the ancestor of the Ding family and only thought that the opponent was an ordinary monk at the peak of Foundation Establishment.
In fact, in retrospect, the other party's state of mind at that time must have been false.
His aura is similar to that of Ding Xie now.
With the financial resources of the entire Ding family, purchasing an elixir-forming spiritual object is not a problem. It is surprising that the other party has not formed a golden elixir in the past three years.
Tu Shanjun's expression didn't change much, and there was also a difference between the Jindan cultivator.
The gap between those who understand the realm of law and those who don’t understand the realm of law will only become wider.
He is also confident that he can defeat the ancestor of the Ding family before exhausting Ding Xie's cultivation.
"call!"
Ding Xie let out a sigh of relief.
He should have been happy. The appearance of the Jindan monk in the family would change the Ding family.
But as an 'other' in the family, Ding Xie might even be a 'traitor' in the eyes of his clansmen, but he felt heavy in his heart.
However, he has confidence in Tushanjun.
All the powerful Jindan monks from the Rakshasa Void Clan were killed by Tu Shanjun and introduced into the banner.
As soon as they left, the ancestor became a golden elixir. It had only been three years since he was fully prepared. It was impossible to escape from the early stage of the golden elixir. It was not even known whether he had understood the realm of the golden elixir.
Even if he doubted himself, he would not doubt Tu Shanjun.
"Brother Tushan, are you confident?"
The mouth hidden under the hood grinned, revealing a pair of sharp fangs.
Scarlet ghost eyes glanced at him casually.
Gradually it converged, and finally it was shrouded in mist, and the ghost's face could no longer be seen clearly.
Ding Xie also laughed at his own question.
After coming back to his senses, he couldn't help but laugh twice. Fortunately, he was not a person who would embarrass himself. Anyway, he was already familiar with Brother Tu Shan's eyes.
…
The door is mottled, and the dust on the earthen wall reveals the inner wall.
There are also a lot of weeds beside the bluestone path.
Ding Xie pushed open the door of his small courtyard.
Crunch!
The door axis turns to reveal the scene in the courtyard.
The lanterns on both sides of the front door dispersed the surrounding darkness and illuminated the large locust tree in the courtyard.
The figures illuminated by the burning lanterns swayed.
Ding Xie quickly walked into the inner courtyard, opened the door and walked in.
The woman was playing talisman paper on the earthen bed covered with a mat, and the jade talisman knife shone brightly under the candlelight.
Under the shadow of the candlelight, a middle-aged man is making ink ingots, kneading them into regular shapes and stacking them on a shelf nearby.
Neither of them seemed to notice Ding Xie at the door.
Ding Xie smiled brightly, and when the two of them entered the family territory, they restrained their auras and smoothed away all pressure.
A small breath-holding technique is not difficult at all, not to mention that one of them is a great foundation-building monk and the other is a master of Jindan.
"Dad, Mom! I'm back."
"Sambo!"
…
"Three Treasures."
"Eat slowly, no one will compete with you."
At the dining table, my father was sitting at the main seat, with only a glass of rice wine in front of him.
The mother's hair hung down from her temples, with a kind smile on her face. She leaned on her chin and looked at Ding Xie who was devouring the food in silence.
"Is it tasty?"
"Good...eat." Ding Xie buried his head in the bowl.
He had forgotten how long it had been since he had eaten it, but he felt that today's meal was particularly delicious.
Eating.
Bata, bah!
I don't know what fell on the table.
The whole house was silent.
The only sound left was the sound of Ding Xie eating rice and drinking soup.
a long time.
The bowl fell.
When he looked up, Ding Xie had tears streaming down his face.
"Why!" His voice was hoarse, and he looked at his parents fiercely.
The faces of my father and mother were bloodless and pale, with no trace of life at all.
How to save people when there is no chance of survival?
"Sambo, don't blame your parents for being cruel."
"When you step into the small courtyard, the magic will wake up from the dust and start to work."
"Your mother and I know how weird that thing is, even gods can't save it..."
"time is limited."
"Don't hate your clan members, and don't hate your ancestors either. It has nothing to do with them."
"This is our responsibility."
"I shouldn't have passed on this technique to you. I really can't bear for it to disappear." Ding's mother handed a pamphlet to Ding Xie.
The brochure clearly states
‘Spirit Demon Death-Enduring Technique’
…
"ah!"
The sound of grief echoed through the sky.
Tu Shanjun in the courtyard heard the sound, turned his head slightly, looked at the sky, and sighed quietly.
He discovered a problem when he first entered the hospital. The entire small courtyard was enveloped by a formation. With the arrival of the two people, the formation began to operate.
At that time, the wind blew again, the insects chirped, and even the vegetation seemed to come to life again.
But Tushanjun doesn’t know what the reason is.
In the end, he stayed in the hospital just because he didn't want to disturb Ding Xie's family reunion.
This chapter has been completed!