189. Four thousand years ago, the immortal holding the cauldron, in the Yang Yang realm
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. It is like the strongest thing in the world.
Xu Xing's soul tried to get close to the Golden Crow Egg. Unexpectedly, the Golden Crow Egg, which emitted this frightening light and was protected by extremely powerful forbidden laws, did not stop 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 draw 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'. In terms of quantity, it is naturally not as good as the real innate creation..."
Within a few days, under the operation of Xu Xingxian Dao Kung Fu, the innate essence that gave birth to him in the Golden Crow Egg was plundered by him.
He has cultivated very quickly and has reached the late stage of Xiantian. He is 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 disasters."
"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 [Shen Shen 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 of these three tribulations need to bathe in thunder tribulations and absorb the power of pure Yang.
Thereby purifying Yang Shen.
It can be said that thunder tribulation is both a disaster and a blessing for ghosts and immortals.
"After the seven kalpas of ghosts and immortals, they can refine their bodies 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 for me. I will wait until I reach the Qiyang Realm before I go out..."
Xu Xing can endure loneliness.
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Blossom.
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 of Shangjiang Village send people to clean the Wang family's old house every year.
But as time went by, Wang Wenzhen was gone forever, and this former humble house gradually became desolate, dilapidated, and turned into a ruined ruin.
"Qiao Niang..."
On this day, a carriage stopped at the entrance of Shangjiang Village. An old man shakily stepped out of 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 election only for the fourth time."
"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 looked at the dilapidated and dusty spinning wheel in the house and burst into tears.
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 the calculation hurts our feelings. You abandoned me and made me a laughing stock in the village. Which man in the world can't hate..."
Wang Wenzhen murmured to herself.
"Sir, I have already inquired about Madam's grave."
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 clean up the weeds on the road now... Sir, you can go there in a sedan..."
As a servant, the reason why he became the steward of the Wang Mansion in the capital was 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 severed 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 immediately looked at each other.
They did not expect that Wang Wenzhen would be so heartless. She would not even go to the grave to pay homage.
The butler was about to speak but stopped.
He thought Wang Wenzhen's words were angry words. The servants in Wang's house all knew that the master was a kind man, he did not beat or scold his slaves, his wages were higher than those in other houses, and he received rewards in every season.
He was even more affectionate towards his wife in the capital. Because his wife liked to eat pear soup made from sweet pears from southern Sichuan, the master would write to the official in southern Sichuan every year and ask 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.
He no longer had any hatred for Zhou Qiaoniang in his heart. But the lack of hatred did not mean that he had forgiven Zhou Qiaoniang.
Furthermore, if you go to worship Zhou Qiaoniang, you 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 knew that he did not have much good life left, so he returned to his 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 cleared one by one.
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 the humble house 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 was a widower and never remarried.
Although my father studied essays, 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 he could raise silkworms and weave cloth for him to study...
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Soon, the old scenes of the past appeared in front of Wang Wenzhen one by one.
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 saw the mottled moonlight shining on his robe through the canopy of the tree. He couldn't help but be startled. When he looked up, he 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.
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The moonlight was like a gauze, pouring into the Wang family's old house, illuminating everything silvery.
From the deep-rooted mulberry tree in the corner, a scholar in green robes stepped out from the crown. He seemed like an illusory soul, but under the moonlight, he appeared extremely solid.
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"Listening 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 emerged from his shell and wandered towards the inner room where Wang Wenzhen rested.
He had explored the world of Emperor Jin in his previous life. He knew that although the world of Emperor Jin was separated by immortals and mortals, it had not yet reached the level of Fengxi Country where immortals and mortals did not interfere with each other...
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 irrelevant remarks that are based on rumors.
Furthermore, Emperor Jin’s world has the inheritance of Qi and Blood Martial Arts. Ordinary people can also practice it. It’s not like he would look up and see that they are 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 robe, 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 and he also collected his mulberry leaves..., he was moved to this place with spiritual veins.
I have inherited Wang Wenzhen's kindness in a big way and not a small amount...
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 walls, and fight one against ten, but... there are no Qi and blood warriors that the immortals talk about..."
"As for ghost fairies, Wang has never heard of them."
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.
"Warrior? The ghost immortal is gone?"
Xu Xing frowned.
Shangjiang Village is a remote and remote area, so forget it if you don't know about extraordinary powers.
However, the territory of the Dali Dynasty where Wang Wenzhen belonged was four or five times the size of the Fengxi Kingdom under his rule, so it was not considered a small country. How could there be no warriors, ghosts and immortals in the territory?
In addition, Wang Wenzhen's official position is not too low. Although he has resigned now, he was still a third-rank minister of the Ministry of Industry when he was in office...
"Wang may have some guesses about what the Immortal said. Historical records show that thousands of years ago, there was a great change in Li Dynasty, which was a natural disaster."
Wang Wenzhen tells his story.
He was also an important member of the civil service in the Dali Dynasty. Historiographers could not avoid senior officials from the six departments when compiling history. In addition to providing historical materials for each department, they also had to make additions and check for gaps in the historical manuscripts.
"Four thousand one hundred and thirty years ago, that day a meteorite carrying heavenly fire descended on the Li Dynasty, causing a catastrophe. More than half 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 ghosts and immortals die cleanly, the inheritance will not be cut off. There will not be even one warrior or ghost immortal left. 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 a fact.
When he was in the blood world, he and the top monks killed by Chu King Li Hong were almost separated from each other. But when he left the blood world and went to the Jin Emperor world, some masters still grew up.
After all, the soil is there, even if what grows are weeds and heresy, something will eventually grow...
Unless it’s a magical place!
"Then...the Wang family's spiritual veins..."
Xu Xingfa looked at the spiritual veins underground and combed along the energy of the spiritual veins.
Not long after, he noticed something strange.
This Qi vein extends downward from the green hills near Shangjiang Village. The further you get into the mountains and forests, the more Qi veins there are. At the bottom of the mountain, there are almost no Qi veins.
It's just that here in the Wang family, some great luck happened. Several Qi veins converged and pulled spiritual power, forming a small spiritual vein here.
Qi pulses are not equal to spiritual veins. Qi pulses pull spiritual opportunities, and a spiritual vein will be born by chance at the intersection of Qi pulses.
"The immortals are in the mountains, not ordinary people. These mountains hide the last inheritance of this place..."
Xu Xing instantly made a guess.
"Are there any more records about the immortal who held the cauldron to save the world?"
He asked Wang Wenzhen again.
If nothing unexpected happens, the gathering of spiritual veins in this heavy mountain is inseparable from that natural disaster.
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Wang Wenzhen thought hard about her memory, "It is rumored that the Immortal made the Wuyi Mountains out of a bronze tripod. At that time, there were no such huge mountains, so this place was called Xinglong Mansion..."
"Four thousand years..."
Xu Xing looked through the door and window and fell on the Wuyi Mountains.
No matter how you look at it, this mountain range does not look like it was formed in just over 4,000 years.
Four thousand years, although it is a long time, will not change the world. Unless, that immortal has supreme magic power.
The more absurd it is, the closer it is to the truth.
Although Xu Xing didn't quite believe in the immortal cauldron, he didn't reject the possibility of it in his heart.
"At the court meeting, Liu Shiguan once said that some sages saw a portrait in a cave in the Wuyi Mountains. It was a mural that recorded the natural disaster..."
"It's just that Liu Shiguan doesn't know where the cave is. It's just nonsense."
Wang Wenzhen added.
"Cave paintings..."
Xu Xing plans to go into the mountains to explore and find out the truth.
When he was separated from Shi Yuyan in his previous life, he also learned about some of the forces in Emperor Jin's world from Shi Yuyan.
The world of Emperor Jin is generally ruled by various divine palaces. For example, the Black Mountain Sect in Yinshui County is affiliated with the Shenmu Si Family, which is also a force in the Qiming Divine Palace.
It is a strange thing to leave the dynasty and not be ruled by the gods.
"No need to think about it anymore..."
Xu Xing saw that Wang Wenzhen had been thinking for a long time without saying a word, and he knew in his heart that this was probably all Wang Wenzhen knew.
So he waved his sleeves and released the ecstasy spell cast on Wang Wenzhen. He divided his thoughts into pure soul power and sent it to Wang Wenzhen's Niwan Palace.
With the nourishment of this pure thought, Wang Wenzhen could live at least ten or twenty years longer.
After doing this.
Xu Xing passed through the wall without any hindrance, returned to the mulberry tree, and continued to practice in seclusion.
After more than fifty years of practice, he has reached the late stage of Dan Fu Realm, and is only one step away from the Yang Yang Realm.
"It seems...someone is looking for me? Is it a dream? It should be a nightmare."
"Getting older……"
Wang Wenzhen, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly woke up on the bed. When he touched his forehead, he saw a lot of cold sweat on his forehead, thinking that he had had another nightmare.
He didn't know that the spirit of the mulberry tree in the courtyard came to him once.