On the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, Dakun State, Xuancheng Bell Mansion.
Today, the gate of Zhong Mansion is wide open, and eight hundred tables and banquets are set out. Whether it is inside or outside, and even the street where the gate of Zhong Mansion is located, is full of seats at this moment, anyone who comes to congratulate them, regardless of their birthday,
Anyone who is familiar can take a seat.
Today is an important day. Mr. Zhong of Zhong Mansion celebrates his eightieth birthday today.
Mr. Zhong is a legendary figure. He started from scratch and built up such a huge family business in fifty years. His life is like a myth and legend in the Kun Dynasty.
Even the former emperor of the Dakun Kingdom had a good time drinking and talking with Mr. Zhong.
Mr. Zhong has never been an official in his life. He is a businessman. However, his status in Dakun Country is very transcendent. In the past fifty years, the money earned by Mr. Zhong is no longer measured in pounds. It is too much.
So much that even the emperor would be jealous, so much more than those accumulated by those thousand-year-old families.
Even Mr. Zhong himself doesn't know how much money he has, because every day, a large amount of money pours into Mr. Zhong's name from all directions.
Perhaps it was God's will to trick people, but Mr. Zhong had no heirs, no children, and even though he had eight wives and concubines, none of them were able to bear children. It was as if God deliberately left a huge regret for Mr. Zhong's success.
However, Mr. Zhong did not blame his wives and concubines, but instead accepted a large number of adopted sons. Now, Mr. Zhong has no less than a hundred adopted sons.
The adopted sons were taught all kinds of knowledge by Mr. Zhong and maintained this huge family business. Mr. Zhong was very attentive to all the adopted sons. Each of the adopted sons was a martial arts prodigy. It was as if they had been adopted as adopted sons in the first place.
At their very core.
The adopted son also has children, so although Mr. Zhong has no children, he has many descendants.
There are many adopted sons, and everyone is full of expectations for Mr. Zhong's family fortune. Just like the descendants of the emperor, no one can save money.
Since early this morning, there have been a large number of people coming to congratulate you, and the house is full of distinguished guests. The entire Zhong Mansion is filled with a strong sense of joy.
In the inner courtyard of the Zhong Mansion, there is a five-story attic, which is like a pagoda in the Zhong Mansion and is very conspicuous.
On the highest floor of the attic, an old man was looking at the guests coming from all directions from the attic.
The old man has gray hair, his eyebrows and beard are also white. His eyes are bright and lively, and his face is calm and majestic. He looks full of majesty. This is Zhong Mansion's Dinghai Shenzhen, Zhong Shan.
The old man frowned slightly, as if he was thinking about something.
At this time, behind the attic, a middle-aged man with a good-looking appearance came up from downstairs. Even though the old man's back was turned to him, the middle-aged man bowed slightly.
"Father, the banquet has been prepared and is waiting for you to start." The middle-aged man said honestly.
Interrupted by this sound, Mr. Zhong came back to his senses and turned around to look at the middle-aged man.
"Zhong Tian, your cultivation has reached the eighth level of the day after tomorrow, right?" the old man said calmly.
"Yes, adoptive father, I have the eighth level of acquired destiny, but I am already fifty years old this year, and there is no hope of reaching the innate level in this life." The middle-aged man sighed.
"Yeah" Mr. Zhong nodded.
Then, guided by Zhong Tian, he walked down the stairs and slowly walked towards the banquet hall in front.
The hall is already full of guests at this moment, half of them are Zhong Shan's adopted sons. The other half are some important officials of Da Kun State. Although Mr. Zhong does not serve as an official, in Da Kun State,
The status is still quite high. Although it is not as good as the four major thousand-year-old families, it is not far behind.
On the north side of the hall is a huge golden longevity character, which was specially given by the current emperor to Mr. Zhong to celebrate his birthday.
At this moment, all the banquet tables in the hall were full, and everyone was talking incessantly, as if they were talking about something, but no one touched the food and wine on the table.
"Mr. Zhong is here~~~" a servant suddenly shouted.
As soon as the servant shouted, the hall immediately fell silent, and no one spoke outside.
Only Mr. Zhong, whose eyebrows were all white, was seen walking in through a side door, served by his righteous son Zhong Tian.
Although the old man was old, he was still in good spirits. When he walked to the center seat, a gentle smile appeared on his face.
"Thank you so much, Zhong, for coming." The old man said to everyone.
"What are you talking about, old man?"
"Should, should"
"It should be, it should be."
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The guests all said, feeling modest for a while, but Mr. Zhong just nodded.
"Su Xing, on behalf of my father, I sincerely wish Mr. Zhong a long life, good fortune, longevity and good health." A man in purple robes stood up immediately and said to Mr. Zhong.
Obviously, this is a prince of the great Kun Kingdom today.
"Zhao Lin, on behalf of the head of the family, I sincerely wish Mr. Zhong that the sun and the moon will shine brightly together, and he will never grow old in the spring and autumn."
"Qian San, on behalf of the head of the family, I sincerely wish Mr. Zhong a prosperous sun and a bright moon, a long and prosperous spring"
"Sun Li, on behalf of the head of the family, I sincerely wish Mr. Zhong everything goes well and his family will last forever."
"Li Ru, on behalf of the head of the family, I wish Mr. Zhong good luck and good luck in the future."
Four more middle-aged men greeted Mr. Zhong.
"Well, well, thank you Your Majesty and the four masters. Please take a seat," Mr. Zhong said with a faint smile.
Everyone sat down one after another, and then all the adopted sons of Mr. Zhong came forward to wish Mr. Zhong a happy birthday.
The feast lasted for three days, three whole days.
During this period, Mr. Zhong only showed up on the first day, and then he never showed up again.
In the past three days, all the adopted sons of Mr. Zhong came back to congratulate their adopted father on his birthday. Some of them immediately went to work in various family businesses, but some were left behind by Mr. Zhong.
Three days later, the banquet was over. In a meeting hall of the Zhong Mansion, Mr. Zhong was sitting alone at the top, holding a longan-sized red ball in his hand and gently stroking the red ball, as if it was the most noble thing of the old man.
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After wiping it and wiping it for nearly a stick of incense, the old man carefully placed it in a small cloth bag, then threaded it with a thin thread and hung it on his chest.
"Let them come in." Mr. Zhong called out softly.
"Yes" Zhong Tian's reply came from outside the door.
Soon, under the leadership of Zhong Tian, seven other people walked in. Three of them were the same age as Zhong Tian, about forty or fifty years old, but the other four were much younger, only thirty or forty years old.
The eight people who came in as "adopted father" bowed to Mr. Zhong at the same time.
"Well, sit down." Mr. Zhong said calmly.
"Yes" the eight people sat down immediately.
"Zhong Di, Zhong Xuan, Zhong Huang, Zhong Yi, Zhong Six, Zhong Eighteen, Zhong Nineteen, are your cultivations now stable at the acquired tenth level?" Mr. Zhong asked.
"Yes, foster father." everyone replied.
Only one of the slightly younger men was a little surprised and said: "Ten days ago, I just reached the tenth level of the day after tomorrow. I was planning to give my adoptive father a surprise, but I didn't expect that my adoptive father knew about it in advance?"
"Zhong Jiujiu, thirty-two years old, can reach the peak of the day after tomorrow, which is a surprise to me." Mr. Zhong looked at the youngest adopted son here with a faint smile on his face. He also loved this youngest adopted son the most.
"My foster father was so complimentary." Zhong Jiujiu immediately said as if he was shy.
"Well, do you know why my father came to see you today?" Mr. Zhong asked.
"I don't know, kid." Everyone immediately shook their heads and said. At the same time, they looked at their adoptive father strangely. They didn't know what the adoptive father was talking about when he suddenly stopped them.
"In a few days, it will be the Dragon Gate Conference. You will follow me to the Dragon Gate Conference." Mr. Zhong said calmly.
"Dragon Gate Conference? Foster father, do you know where the Dragon Gate Conference is held? Only the four major aristocratic families and the royal family know about it." Zhong Jiujiu immediately shouted excitedly.
At the same time, other people also looked at Mr. Zhong with excited faces.
Zhong Tian, who was so good-looking and honest, sat there without saying a word. Although he was a little surprised, he was not very happy.
"Yes, my father will take you to the Dragon Gate Conference. At that time, elites from all over the world will gather here, and they will basically all be at the peak of the acquired world, and there will even be innate experts. Come with me and fight to be accepted by which immortal gate.
If you like him, accept him as your disciple, and from then on you will learn the supreme immortal way and live forever." Mr. Zhong also yearned for the way.
"Yes, foster father." Everyone immediately said excitedly.
There are gods in the world, although some people think it is superstitious, but a family as big as the Zhong family knows that gods are not ethereal, but exist. However, they have not been able to find a way to do it. They have wishes but cannot find them.
"My father is taking you to attend the Dragon Gate Conference. One is to hope that you can get rid of the troubles of the world and enter the Immortal Sect. The other is to hope that you can do something for my father." Mr. Zhong's eyes suddenly lit up.
"Father, you said, as long as it can be done, I will definitely do it." Zhong Jiujiu said immediately.
Seeing that the youngest adopted son had not heard what he said, he immediately patted his chest and reassured him. Mr. Zhong also felt relieved for a while.
"Well, it's not difficult. All you need to do is join a certain Immortal Sect and ask the Immortal Sect's master or elders for a 'Breaking Forbidden Pill' from me." Mr. Zhong said excitedly.
"Yes" everyone nodded.
"Father, what is the Forbidden Breaking Pill?" Only Zhong Tian asked in confusion.
"The Forbidden Breaking Pill is not a very good pill among these immortal sects. Its function is only to help people break through the acquired limits. However, it requires a person above the Golden Pill stage to refine it. You are here
Immortal sects, to learn the secrets of the Immortal family, do not need this thing at all, so it is relatively rare. At that time, I used all my family property to exchange it with a Taoist, but that Taoist ignored it. Everything in the secular world is in these
In human eyes, there is no difference from a passing cloud." Mr. Zhong sighed for a while.
After hearing what Mr. Zhong said, everyone sighed. Indeed, they were more interested in family property before, but in the face of immortality, what do these family properties mean? They are nothing.
"Father, do you want to use this forbidden pill to break through to Xiantian?" Zhong Tian immediately asked.
"They are all my sons. I won't hide it from you. Indeed, because my father started practicing relatively late, even though he spent a lot of money and bought a lot of elixirs, he could only cultivate to the same level as you are now without making any progress.
, My father is already eighty years old, and there is no possibility of a breakthrough. The Dragon Gate Conference is only once in fifty years, and it is my only chance. I hope you will not disappoint me." Mr. Zhong said to his sons.
"Don't worry, adoptive father. As long as I am favored by the immortal, even if it costs me not to enter the immortal sect, I will definitely get a pill for my adoptive father." Zhong Jiujiu said immediately.
"Yes." Mr. Zhong nodded immediately, a sigh flashed in his eyes.
"Father, I." Zhong Tian said hesitantly. After all, Zhong Tian only had the eighth level of acquired cultivation.
As if he could see the eldest son's troubles, Zhong Shan smiled and said: "You go and prepare. We will set off in three days. Zhong Tian will also come with me. Without your service, I will feel uncomfortable as a father."
"Yes" everyone said immediately, and Zhong Tian also looked excited. Zhong Tian knew that it was impossible to be selected, but it was extremely exciting to see the scene of the Dragon Gate Conference. At least, he would have no regrets in this life.
Then, everyone left the hall one after another and went back to get excited.
After the adopted sons left, Mr. Zhong slowly stood up and walked slowly towards a yard at the back.
This courtyard does not need any servants to serve it. No one is allowed to enter and disturb it, not even the adopted sons. Unless the old man lets someone in.
After walking into the yard and closing the door gently, Mr. Zhong walked into the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. Mr. Zhong once again took off the red ball hanging from his neck.
At this moment, the red ball seemed to be emitting a faint red light, and above this red light there were some colorful streams of light.
"Fifty-five years ago, when I climbed Mount Everest, I picked up this red ball and was sucked through space by a suction force. I arrived at this place. This is a magical world because there are gods here. Fifty-five years ago,
In the past five years, I have searched for immortals many times, but they all said that I was too late to cultivate, my bones were not good, my veins were not strong, and I was too old. In my whole life, I would never be able to achieve innateness, immortality? Cultivation of immortality? Because I was then
Are you in your twenties and haven’t practiced yet?" Mr. Zhong looked at the red ball and frowned.
"In the past few decades, haven't I reached the peak of acquired heaven? Although I can no longer break through, haven't I already succeeded? With just one forbidden pill, I can cultivate to the innate level, and then to the highest level, the highest level,
Cultivation to become an immortal. Who can have a stronger will than mine? In order to practice, I spent great efforts to find thousands of years of ice and sat on the ice to practice. I sat there for twenty years. Those who are outstanding in your sect
At my level of cultivation, do you dare?"
"Traveling through space, haha, I almost forgot about the novels on earth. Traveling through space. Why didn't traveling through space make my physical fitness stronger? Why is it still the same? Otherwise, I wouldn't have suffered so much in these years. Indeed
, this time traveling, I gained a superpower. I can separate from my shadow. It forms a shadow in space, and this shadow can also become like me. Although we are separated by hundreds of millions of miles, this shadow,
But it can be under my control, as if I have another body at the same time. The shadow has no mind, only I have it. One person can control two bodies. It is a very strange power. It has been able to increase my assets rapidly over the years. I also have this
One factor, but, what's the use of this? The shadow is restricted by my body. It can only reach as high as my cultivation level is the highest. It can't break through the confinement of acquired nature. I only need a starting point, an innate starting point. I only need to reach the innate level.
, I must do better than everyone else and work harder than everyone else.”
"After cultivating so many adopted sons, seven of them finally reached the peak of the day after tomorrow before the Dragon Gate Conference. They should be able to succeed. Of the seven, at least one can succeed. As long as they get a forbidden pill, that's enough. For me,
It's enough to say it, it's really enough." Mr. Zhong whispered to himself.