Chapter 402: The God of the White Deer in the Immortal Realm
"Speaking of being lost in a dream."
"Actually, dreams are not scary. What is scary is the blindness of the mortal world."
"Family affection, affection, love."
"Responsibility, oath, righteousness."
"The cutting continues, the reasoning remains chaotic, there are too many worries, and there are too many burdens, so naturally it is difficult to escape, and this is how we sink."
In the immortal world.
Zhang Heng slowly opened his eyes.
He stayed in the Galaxy Era for half a month, but in reality it only lasted more than an hour.
See him wake up.
Jiang Yan, who was protecting him at the side, immediately couldn't help but look at his daughter.
Seeing Jiang Le hadn't woken up, his mood plummeted like a roller coaster, with a face full of despair.
"No need to panic."
Zhang Heng said at the right time: "I have already met Jiang Le. She is not awake now because she still has unfinished business. You should hide her body first for a few years or half a year. I think she will be gone from there."
Waking up from a dream.”
Hear this.
Jiang Yan felt a little relieved and said half to please and half to flatter: "It all depends on the immortal."
Zhang Heng shook his head: "I don't think so. Your daughter and I have a certain affinity. When it comes to talking about it, you still want to call me senior brother."
Finished.
Zhang Heng thought for a while and said: "My floating stone vein has just been mined, and I don't have a manager. Since you are the father of Jiang Le, and you travel through the mountains to mine all year round, you can be a manager and help me manage the mine."
Well, it will be of great benefit to you when we come back."
"This this..."
Jiang Yan was overjoyed.
Being in charge may not sound like a big deal, but the power is not small either.
His subordinates are in charge of Bai Lai No. 1 Mining Fairy. They keep accounts, supervise the work, and check whether there is any ore entrained among everyone.
There is no need to go to the mines to dig out rocks. Who will do the work and who will not come? That is just a matter of words.
Jiang Yan has been struggling at the bottom for a long time.
After all these years, I haven't figured it out yet. Only today did I sigh: 'It's better to enjoy the shade under the big tree.'
Zhang Heng didn't care about Jiang Yan's emotion either.
The lower bound is the lower bound, and the upper bound is the upper bound.
Those who can soar up are those who are below and can call upon the wind and rain.
It's like, you were the first in your high school in the college entrance examination, and then you performed exceptionally and got admitted to Qingbei.
When you arrive in Qingbei, you will see that these people are so perverted.
Each of them is the top pick at the provincial and municipal level, and you are just a make-up among them. You no longer have the thousands of people chasing after you in high school.
certainly.
This metaphor may not be appropriate, but the meaning is similar.
Among the hundreds of mining wizards who were mining in Zhang Heng's veins, every one of them was very excited when they talked about the lower world.
What's more, regret soared.
In their opinion, they ascended to the upper world to do great things, not to mine.
"Ancestor!"
"Hello, Patriarch."
After settling Jiang Yan, Zhang Heng went to Maoshan Immortal Gate.
Not yet arrived at the mountain gate.
Then I saw the fairy light rising and falling on Jurong Mountain, and hundreds of meteors shooting out.
Take a closer look.
It turned out to be an elder from the Chuan Gong Hall, who was leading his disciples to learn the art of flying escape.
These are all junior disciples gathered from Jurong Maoshan from all over the country. They are all high-spirited and can't conceal their immortal talents.
Although he has just entered the Taoist path, it is still early for him to become an immortal.
However, it is not difficult to see that when it comes to future, these people have a much brighter future than those wild immortals who have ascended from the lower realms.
Bang bang bang...
Seeing Zhang Heng, all the young disciples greeted him one after another and called him Patriarch.
Because I just learned the flying escape technique.
This distraction caused many people to drop down like dumplings and fall to the ground like puppies. They grinned in pain and howled.
It made Zhang Heng feel pain.
"Master Zhang, I heard that you ascended from the ancestral land. Is the ancestral land fun?"
There is shame in it.
Naturally, there is a moon with extraordinary talents and stars.
Several girls with good faces, either standing on flying swords or holding magic weapons, flew in circles around Zhang Heng, looking at him with curiosity and longing.
"The ancestral land!"
Zhang Heng shook his head: "It's not fun. The lower realm is very small, not even one ten thousandth as big as Jurong Maoshan in the Earthly Immortal Realm."
Hear this.
A young-looking female disciple in yellow clothes asked strangely: "Ancestor, since the ancestral land is so small, why are there so many talented people with outstanding people?"
Zhang Heng replied: "Time, fate, and luck. I don't know if you have ever been to a mortal dynasty. If you have been, you will find that when secular imperial power changes and the founding emperor raises an army, the families who first gather around him are often
The most powerful ones are Jiangjun County and Cabinet Township. To be honest, it would be an exaggeration to have hundreds of generals from a small county."
After listening to this, the girl in yellow seemed to understand: "Ancestor, you are saying that the ancestral land is the foundation of my Maoshan Mountain. With the condensation of luck, sages are destined to emerge. Is this the truth?"
"That's right."
Zhang Heng looked at the group of sect juniors who were in their 10s and 20s, and said with a smile: "The ancestral land is as good as the ancestral land, and the upper world is as good as the upper world. You don't need to care about these distinctions. As long as you practice well, you will be good in the future.
Share the worries of the sect."
Whoosh whoosh whoosh...
The young monks gathered in groups, and under the leadership of the elders of the Chuan Gong Hall, they all flew away playfully: "Master, we went to practice flying."
Watching everyone’s backs.
Zhang Heng was filled with emotions for a while.
He was also young back then, he just learned how to fly, and he could fly 90,000 miles in one day.
Pay homage to the ancestors of Maoshan.
The lights are shining brightly, and Maoshan will be passed down forever.
This is inheritance.
Zhang Heng stood in the void and looked at it quietly for a long time.
Under the eyes.
The boys were fighting and the girls were chattering.
There is also the childhood sweetheart, flying side by side, holding hands from time to time when no one is paying attention, breaking up at the touch, and smiling back.
"Youth!"
I do not know how long it has been.
Zhang Heng came back to his senses and walked slowly towards the Jade Ax Secret Realm, muttering: "I was young and wearing thin clothes, riding a horse and leaning on a leaning bridge..."
Time leaves no one behind.
Zhang Heng was a little lost in thought, what if his portal was not opened in the Republic of China plane, but at the foot of Jurong Mountain.
Will he, like these juniors, worship in Maoshan and have a junior sister who is all about him, fly side by side with him every day, sit in the clouds, watch the sunset, and hold hands secretly?
Shake his head.
There are so many ifs.
The faint yellow sky.
Fortune has been generous to him, so he should stop being greedy.
"Ancestor..."
Jade Ax Secret Realm.
It is the residence of Xu Huizhen, the fourth generation founder of Maoshan.
Now Lord Damao has taken charge of the Yin Division, cleaning up the officials and not caring about Maoshan.
Therefore, Patriarch Xu Hui took charge of Jurong and coordinated the immortal mansion.
to be honest.
This is also Zhang Heng’s first visit to the Jade Ax Secret Realm.
Contrary to what he thought, there was no ethereal fairy light or fairy aura in the Jade Ax Secret Realm.
There is only a bamboo forest with no end in sight. Patriarch Xu Hui is sitting cross-legged in the middle of the bamboo forest, leaning forward and leaning against a purple bamboo tree behind his back.
"Um?"
I felt Zhang Heng’s arrival.
Patriarch Xu Hui opened his eyes, and said half with concern, half with joking: "You little monkey, you have just been given a fairy-level mineral deposit. If you don't take good care of it, why are you here again? Are you here to fight against the autumn wind?"
Bar?"
Well...
Zhang Heng was a little embarrassed.
Borrowing and repaying, borrowing again is not difficult, borrowing something from the sect, how can it be regarded as an autumn wind.
"Master, I just got some good tea."
"This tea is called Enlightenment Tea. It is said to be picked from the ancient Enlightenment Tree. Although it is of no use to you, Patriarch, the taste is not bad. You can drink a cup of it while playing chess, fishing, and it is the best way to refresh yourself."
Zhang Heng proudly took out a jade box, and then called the little Taoist boy who was attending the bamboo forest, and warned: "Brew the tea with the water from the high-quality fairy spring, and remember not to over-steep the tea leaves."
"Yes, Patriarch Zhang."
The little Taoist boy bowed and took the tea leaves to make tea.
Patriarch Xu Hui did not accept the favor, but became suspicious: "Last time you cried for poverty, saying that the immortals on Hengmiao Peak were starving to death, and you borrowed an unexploited heaven-level mineral deposit from the sect.
, this is nothing, and now you are bringing tea to see me, is this gift a bit heavy, or are you planning to borrow something back?"
Zhang Heng was a little embarrassed.
But when he first arrived, even though he was assigned to Hengmiao Peak, he was also called the Patriarch and had a tile to cover his head.
But his patriarch is nothing more than a half-dry shallow well.
He has no men and no men, and no money. How can he survive without diverting water from the river?
"Tell me, what else do you want?"
Patriarch Xu Hui was also helpless.
When he ascended to the throne, Lord Damao had just begun to govern Jurong, and they had nothing but passion and hard work to build this foundation.
It's good now.
The predecessors planted trees, and the descendants enjoy the shade.
Every mouthful has a master, either he wants this or that.
How could he not catch up with such a good thing?
"hey-hey..."
Zhang Heng was not polite: "Grandmaster, didn't I get the title of sixth-grade Butian Captain? I am idle now and I am ready to take up my post when I turn around. But this..."
Spread your hands.
Zhang Heng was actually helpless: "The Tao soldiers under me are still useless. It's okay if I go to Tianji Mansion to lose face. But when people say it, how can they criticize me? They will definitely blame you, the founder."
"Look, if you can allocate some manpower to me, I can build up my reputation and save my reputation in Maoshan."
Master Xu Hui finally heard it.
No money this time.
I want someone instead.
But having said that, although Captain Butian is not of high rank, he should not be in any danger.
Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of what happens.
Thinking of this, Master Xu Hui put on a serious expression, nodded and said: "In that case, I will ask Bailu Taoist boy to accompany you to take care of you."
Just talking.
The little Taoist boy holding a teapot came.
Master Xu Hui waved his hand, pointed at the Taoist boy and said: "Bailu is my Taoist boy who has been practicing Qi and Dharma with me for eighteen hundred years. Although he is not a disciple, he has gained some points of his own. Now he has just
When it enters the realm of Luotian, I should give it a place to go."
"Grandmaster, Tong'er can't bear to leave you."
Bailu Taoist boy knelt on his knees and kowtowed repeatedly.
"Don't talk nonsense. You have a restless nature. You have lived with me in a secret place for these years, and you look at the outside every day. How could I not understand?"
Master Xu Hui waved his hand: "I originally wanted to temper your temperament, and then let you go out to be the master of a mountain. Now look, joining Tianji, obeying the emperor, it is also your fate, from now on..."
After thinking about it, Xu Zhenren said in a deep voice: "You are considered a registered disciple of my sect and are included in the sequence of the 70th disciple of Maoshan. Among this generation, Zhang Heng is your chief senior brother. Now, go to your senior brother.
See you as a gift."
"Master?"
Bailu Taoist boy was stunned for a while, as if he couldn't believe this was true.
After a while.
After reacting, he was overjoyed and said goodbye: "Disciple Bai Lu, see you master, see you senior brother."
Zhang Heng nodded slightly, and then said: "Junior brother, it seems to me that you are not a human body?"
Bailu Taoist boy has some inferiority complex.
I was so uneasy that I didn't dare to speak.
Nowadays, humanity must flourish and all races must hide.
Maoshan is a purely human celestial sect. Immortal deer like it are generally treated like auspicious beasts guarding the mountain. It is difficult to rank among the sects.
Although Zhang Heng's cultivation level is not high.
But it was Patriarch Maoshan who entered the Patriarch Hall, the 70th generation Grandmaster, and the chief senior brother of the 70th generation disciples.
Now it is classified as the 70th generation disciple of Maoshan.
In name, he is a head shorter than Zhang Heng, not to mention that he used to be just a Taoist boy next to the real person, not even a disciple.
"Don't worry."
Seeing Bailu Taoist's appearance, Zhang Heng knew that his guess was correct: "I have no prejudice against these things. From now on, you can join me in Tianji and be my deputy general."
"Yes, senior brother."
Bailu Taoist boy turned his worries into joy and cheered up.
The next second.
The Taoist robe on his body faded away, and he turned into a young god general of seventeen or eighteen years old, with red lips and white teeth, and wearing white armor. He was truly extraordinary in appearance.
"Junior brother, he's really good at showing off."
Seeing Bailu Taoist boy's majestic appearance, Zhang Heng couldn't help but praise him: "I'm afraid the Changshan Zhao Zilong of the past could not be better than this."
Bailu Taoist boy didn't know who Changshan Zhao Zilong was.
But Zhang Heng's words could still be heard, and he said happily: "Senior brother, I don't know something. I have the blood of divine beasts, and my ancestor is the Nine-Colored Divine Deer who followed the Emperor Shennong of the Earth."
"Nine-Colored Sacred Deer!"
Zhang Heng nodded: "No wonder junior brother is so young. He became the Immortal Luo Tian at less than 2,000 years old. He seems to have extraordinary blood."
Bailu Taoist said bitterly: "Brother, bloodline is an increase, but it is also a limitation. It is a great blessing that I can obtain the position of Luo Tianxian. It will be very difficult for me to go further in the future."
Zhang Heng thought for a while.
That's indeed what happened.
Some of the descendants of mythical beasts are born to the level of immortals.
The best among them, such as the true dragon descendants and the phoenix descendants, started out as heavenly immortals or even Luo Tianshangxian.
But if you start high, subsequent growth will become very difficult. Your own strength depends mostly on your parents.
If your parents are Jinxian, then you will be Luotian Shangxian when you grow up.
If your parents are Luo Tianxian, you will become a Tianxian when you grow up.
Speaking of crossing levels and transcending the source of bloodline, it is impossible to say that it is impossible, but it is rare.
Theoretically.
The bloodline of the White Deer Taoist Boy is the Nine-Colored Divine Deer of the Golden Immortal Level.
To it.
Earthly immortals, heavenly immortals, everything comes naturally.
Going up, there is a chance for Luotian Shangxiannu to work hard, but Jinxian basically doesn’t have to think about it.
"Is the Nine-Colored Divine Deer the mount of the Earth Emperor Shen Nong?"
Thinking of the origin of Bailu Taoist.
Zhang Heng's thoughts were a little wild: "Isn't my junior brother running very fast?"
"Senior brother..."
"Um?"
Look back.
Bailu Taoist boy was looking at him warily: "I won't let you ride."