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Chapter 2: Yuquan Peak

Yuquan Peak, which is hundreds of meters high, has richer spiritual energy as it goes up. Generally, it is enough for the Zhou clan people in the Qi-training period to practice on the mountainside. There are also comfortable palaces and pavilions built there for people to live, and there are also special facilities for food, clothing, housing and transportation.

The secular people take care of you.

Only monks in the foundation-building stage will stay in the monk cave at the top of Yuquan Peak and use the rich spiritual energy there to practice.

The entire Yuquan Peak is covered by a third-level mid-level formation "Ten Thousand Trees Qingtian Formation". Since this formation can absorb the spiritual energy of vegetation inside the formation to increase its power, Yuquan Peak from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, except for those opened out

Outside the spiritual field and spiritual medicine garden, there are all kinds of tall trees, including some that are hundreds or thousands of years old.

The canopies of these towering trees are connected together, blocking the sun's rays, making the temperature in the mountains several degrees lower than outside the mountains. There are also waves of cool mountain wind passing through the forest. When walking among them, it is indescribable.

cool.

Zhou Yang, who was dressed in fluttering white clothes, used his lightening spell to climb all the way up the mountainside, quickly climbed along the stone steps opened in the woods, and soon reached the top of the mountain.

The top of Yuquan Peak has been artificially trimmed and has become very flat. The top of the mountain is only a few dozen acres in size. Because of the rich spiritual energy on it, except for three monk caves built in three places, the rest of the place has been opened up as a field of elixirs.

Various grades of elixirs were planted.

When Zhou Yang came here, a medicinal fragrance mixed with the aroma of various elixirs hit his nostrils. One whiff made people feel energetic, and the whole body's magic power speeded up a lot.

It is conceivable that if you can practice here all year round, your practice speed will definitely be much faster than on the mountainside.

But this is simply impossible.

The elixir garden is an important place of the Zhou family. Many of the elixirs in it are rare varieties that the Zhou family has cultivated for a hundred or two hundred years. The loss of any one of them is enough to make the old patriarch Zhou Minghan feel distressed for decades.

Therefore, except for the two second-level spiritual cultivators in the clan, even a beloved genius disciple like Zhou Yang was strictly prohibited from setting foot on the top of the mountain without being summoned by the clan leader.

Moreover, the top of the mountain is not accessible to anyone who wants to set foot there. This is the core area of ​​the "Ten Thousand Woods Qingtian Formation". It is protected by a powerful formation. The guardians inside are not allowed to control the formation to let them go. This is the foundation building period.

When the monks come, they have no choice but to break through the formation and force their way through.

"My younger brother Zhou Yang has been ordered to come and pay homage to the old patriarch, and please let him go."

He stood outside the formation on the top of the mountain, with a respectful look on his face and bowed his hands toward the area in front that was covered by the white mist of the formation.

"It turns out to be Xiaojiu. The clan leader has already told me that you should come in first."

An old voice came out of the white mist, and then the vast white mist surged in front of Zhou Yang, revealing a safe passage for one person to walk.

Seeing this, Zhou Yang quickly raised his hands and thanked him: "My great-nephew thanks Grandpa Seventh."

Then he followed the path all the way deeper and finally came to a white-haired old man sitting cross-legged under a tree dozens of meters tall.

The white-haired old man sitting cross-legged under the tree is named Zhou Yun. He has attained the ninth level of Qi cultivation and is now the fourth elder of the Zhou family. He ranks seventh among the generations with the word "light" and is also the only two members of the Zhou family.

One of the second-level spiritual husbands.

The youngest monks of the "Guang" generation of the Zhou family are over eighty years old, and the fourth elder Zhou Yun is nearly a hundred years old, very close to the lifespan limit of 120 years for monks in the Qi training period.

Although the monks' fighting skills will not decrease much as they age, generally speaking, those elderly Qi-training monks who are close to a hundred years old in the major cultivating families will retire to their family's ancestral land to spend their old age peacefully, either in case of genocide or genocide.

No one will disturb them, the heroes who have served the family for most of their lives, when it comes to big things.

In particular, Zhou Yun is a second-level spiritual planter, so he is allowed to live in seclusion on the top of the mountain, just to take care of the spiritual medicines in the dozens of acres of medicine gardens.

Seeing Zhou Yang approaching, the old man immediately waved his sleeves, and a tea table, a tea set, and a futon appeared out of thin air in front of him. He pointed at the empty futon without any explanation and said: "The patriarch is finishing his work.

Xiaojiu, please drink a cup of tea with the old man here first and chat."

It is rare for the descendants of an ordinary family to come to the top of the mountain. The patriarch who is senior to him often practices in seclusion. The old man usually stays alone on the mountain with no one to talk to, and he is also very bored.

Now of course I am very happy to see Zhou Yang, the most outstanding member of the younger generation of the family.

Most young people may not understand the psychology of the old people, but Zhou Yang, who has lived in two generations, understands it quite well. He is also willing to chat with these old people more and listen to them tell all kinds of interesting things about the world of immortality without hindering the business.

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"It's not easy to drink a cup of Grandpa Seven's homemade herbal tea on weekdays, but today my grandnephew has to drink it to his full capacity."

He smiled and walked to sit on the futon, took the initiative to pick up the tea set and started making tea.

Of course, the tea made by cultivators is different from that of ordinary people. The flame used to make tea is transformed by magic power. It only takes a moment for the tea to boil without any smell of fireworks.

After a pot of tea was boiled, Zhou Yang poured the tea for the two of them and couldn't wait to pick up his cup of fragrant hot tea and drink it down in one gulp.

When ordinary people drink tea like this, the scalding hot tea may even burn their throats, but for cultivators whose bodies have been tempered by magic power, this temperature is the same as ordinary people drinking warm water, and it is nothing at all.

When the old man saw him wolfing down his tea like this, not only was he not dissatisfied at all, but he looked at him happily and asked with a smile: "How is it? Are you satisfied with this new herbal tea I made?"

After asking, he didn't wait for Zhou Yang to answer. He gently picked up the tea cup and took a sip. Then he closed his eyes with a look of enjoyment and said in a proud tone: "This is what I used to use the second-level elixir [Xianyuncao]."

Leaves, plus 20-year-old [White Jade Ginseng] ginseng whiskers, first-level elixir [Fragrant Leaf Chrysanthemum] and other five elixirs, the new tea only contains three taels in total, and even the tea used to make the tea is

The spiritual dew just collected from the elixirs in the medicine garden this morning."

"It is indeed a good tea. Both the taste and effectiveness of Grandpa Qi's herbal tea are no worse than those spiritual teas that my grandnephew used to drink. If it can be mass-produced, it will provide an additional source of income for my Zhou family."

ah!"

Zhou Yang put down the tea cup, silently feeling the changes in the mana in his body, and then smelled the aroma of the medicine remaining on his lips, his face full of admiration.

When the old man heard his praise, he was happy at first, and then shook his head with depression and helplessness: "I also have this idea, but [Xianyuncao] is used to refine the second-level elixir [Xianyundan]

You can't just waste this elixir like this just to make tea, right? If you only use the naturally withered leaves, the quantity will be enough for me to drink!"

"this……"

Zhou Yang lowered his head in embarrassment and decisively did not answer the old man's words.

There is only one second-level alchemist in the family, and that is his father Zhou Xuanhao. Once the [Xianyuncao] matures, it will be used by him to make alchemy. If he dares to say that the spiritual grass is used to make tea, he will have to slap him in the face.

He cannot die.

"Hehe, you little naughty boy is quite cunning. Don't worry, I'm not the kind of person who doesn't care about the overall situation. I was just talking casually!"

The old man had a smile on his face, but he didn't know what Zhou Yang was thinking. He first comforted him with a few words, and then told him some interesting things he had experienced when he was young to help him resolve the embarrassment just now.

The two of them were chatting like this. After chatting for about a quarter of an hour, the door of the cave where the old patriarch practiced medicine suddenly opened automatically, and the old patriarch's old and powerful voice came from it: "Is Xiaojiu here? Come in first."

Hearing this voice, the two people who were talking stopped in unison, and then Zhou Yang immediately stood up, cupped his hands towards Zhou Jun and said, "Grandpa Seventh, my grandnephew is going to pay homage to the old patriarch first."

"Go, go, don't keep me waiting for long."

After bidding farewell to Zhou Jun, Zhou Yang walked directly through the open door of the cave and soon met Zhou Minghan, the current patriarch of the Zhou family and a monk in the foundation period, in the training room deep in the cave.

Zhou Minghan is over 150 years old this year, but his face looks much younger than Zhou Jun's. His hair is not all white, and his face is as rosy as a baby's.

This is normal. The lifespan of a monk in the Foundation Establishment Stage is more than two hundred years old. If nothing unexpected happens, Zhou Minghan will have at least another forty or fifty years of life. And since his cultivation level is high, he naturally looks younger than Zhou Yun.

When Zhou Yang saw Zhou Minghan, the patriarch of the Zhou clan was sitting cross-legged on the cold jade bed, meditating. He didn't dare to look too much. After he came in, he bowed deeply and paid homage: "My grandson pays homage to my great-grandfather."

Zhou Minghan is the only existing monk of the "Ming" generation in the Zhou family, and he is in the foundation-building period, so he naturally becomes the great-grandfather of all the monks of the "Yuan" generation.

"Xuanhe has sent a message to me about your performance in [Yuyang Cave]. Xiaojiu, you have done a good job in this matter. Even when I was your age, I was far behind you in terms of the overall situation."

Far worse!"

Zhou Minghan, who was sitting on the cold jade bed, opened his eyes slightly and looked at Zhou Yang with unabashed admiration. He started to praise him fiercely and his joy was beyond words.

When Zhou Yang heard this, he was lying if he said he was unhappy. He was the first of the generation with the word "Yuan" to be praised by the old patriarch Zhou Minghan. If these words were spread, his reputation in the eyes of the elders in the Zhou family would be

His status will definitely rise to another level.

However, he was very happy, but he did not get carried away because of this. He quickly replied respectfully: "My great-grandfather said something serious. My grandson just did what he should do, but he does not deserve such praise from his great-grandfather."

"It's a good thing to do! If every child of my Zhou family has Xiaojiu, who is as sensible as you, why should the Zhou family be unhappy?"

Zhou Minghan couldn't help but smile happily, obviously he couldn't be more satisfied with Zhou Yang's answer.

He smiled and stretched out his hand, and an invisible force dragged Zhou Yang's bowed body up.

"Come, stand up straighter and let me take a good look at my Zhou family's Qilin'er!"

When the old patriarch was so happy, he even shouted out the words "Qilin'er", which showed that he loved Zhou Yang as a junior.


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