The sun is scorching like fire, and the cicadas are chirping endlessly in the forest.
Under the shade of the green, Zhang Ruochen held two leaves and taught two children how to do tricks. Later, he caught a summer cicada and tied a string to his front feet to walk the cicada, making them laugh endlessly.
These two children, whose surname is Liu, are descendants of Zhang Yuxi from Jiujun County, and are already great-great-grandchildren.
They have been playing like this all morning.
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far away.
Kong Xuan asked: "His Royal Highness is already a top figure in the world. There are so many important things waiting for him to do. Why does he waste his time on two children? Is it possible for a great sage to play cicadas with two children?
Will there be real fun?"
Holding a bamboo flute, Kong Lanyou stood under the tree, his white hair swaying in the breeze, and said: "Perhaps he has always had an innocent heart, but due to various reasons, this heart has been hidden for too long."
"Or maybe he is enlightening and looking for his true heart. If you see him smiling, it means he is really smiling. When facing two children, there is no need to hide his true emotions, let alone do it to anyone.
look."
"I think he is happiest at this moment. He doesn't need to kill, disguise or hide, or force himself."
When the two children left, Zhang Ruochen used the First Grade Holy Intent to mobilize the power of heaven and earth to personally cleanse and refine their bodies.
His holy will is on an equal footing with the way of heaven. After cleansing the marrow and refining the body, the body will be in perfect harmony with heaven and earth, and the path of cultivation in the future will surely go smoother.
"Go back quickly. It's time to have lunch. Don't keep your family waiting."
Zhang Ruochen waved goodbye to them.
Looking at the two children walking away, Zhang Ruochen smiled knowingly, and suddenly understood the true meaning of life and the true meaning of time. Some time has indeed been lost, and some people are no longer here, but the inheritance of life can continue.
Go down.
Whether a mortal or a monk, all you can do is cherish the present.
Just like the cicadas chirping at this moment, the breeze at this moment.
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In the next few days, Zhang Ruochen stayed in Mingzong and arranged three time formations to help the disciples of the sect practice. He also chose an auspicious day to bury his mother next to the tomb of Prince Yunwu.
Later, Zhang Ruochen went to the depths of Wangshan alone.
After the Kunlun Realm was completely revived, the folded space in Wangshan Mountain was fully expanded. There were sacred mountains one after another, underground divine veins flowing, and medieval and ancient divine patterns resurrected. It was not easy to break into it.
This mountain range is comparable to a sacred land.
The massive cultivation resources in Wangshan Mountain were the first factor that allowed Mingzong to develop to its current scale in just a thousand years.
Before reaching the ancestral land, Zhang Ruochen heard an old voice coming from behind: "Boy, you are finally back, hehe!"
Zhang Ruochen was surprised. With his current mental strength, someone could still appear behind him silently and without his knowledge.
What does this mean?
Zhang Ruochen turned around and saw a skinny old man standing next to the stream, staring at him with a smile.
The other party saw through his true identity.
Next to the old man, there was a fat rabbit that was even bigger than him. Its belly was like a ball, and it was exuding demonic energy. It stared straight at Zhang Ruochen with a pair of blood-amber eyes, and said with some uncertainty: "Master Chen
?”
"Guo Guo."
"Master Chen, you are finally back. Where is Master Hei? Master Hei has gone forever in the past thousand years."
Tun Xiangtu flew towards Zhang Ruochen and almost knocked him into the holy stream.
After a while.
Zhang Ruochen walked towards the old man, knowing that he was probably a god, so he bowed and said, "I have met my senior."
"Senior? Call me ancestor."
The old man rolled up his sleeves and circled around Zhang Ruochen, looking him up and down with a pair of deep-set eyes, nodding from time to time.
This old man climbed out from the ground of his ancestral land, and he is probably really an ancestor of the Zhang family. However, his behavior is not at all as virtuous and respectable as an ancestor should be. This "ancestor", Zhang Ruochen
I really can't scream.
The old man scratched his hair and said: "It's interesting. The bloodline of the undead vampires has actually merged with the bloodline of my old Zhang family, and your body has completely reached the state of innate chaos, almost in harmony with the way of heaven. You kid are here
What great adventure did you get in the hell world?"
"Some adventure...what do you want to do?" Zhang Ruochen asked.
The old man grabbed Zhang Ruochen's right arm with one hand and took out a dagger with the other hand. Before Zhang Ruochen could fight back, the dagger had already scratched a bloody mark on his wrist.
The old man put his nose close and smelled carefully.
Zhang Ruochen withdrew his arm, stepped back and said, "Are you perverted? What are you doing?"
The old man's eyes shone brightly and he said: "Your blood is pretty good, it's very suitable for making elixirs. Why don't you give a few liters to your ancestors? I don't want your blood in vain. I'll pay it back with elixirs."
"Don't even think about it," Zhang Ruochen said.
The old man scratched his hair and rolled his eyes.
Zhang Ruochen saw that he was planning something evil, and he might use force, so he immediately said: "We, the children of the Zhang family, are the descendants of the Great Master. The Great Master has had such a glorious life, and as descendants, we should be upright and aboveboard."
The old man's expression changed, and then he raised his eyes to the sky and said with extraordinary magnanimity: "That's right, just like me, I have always acted openly and honestly in my life. Boy, I am the most reasonable person and will never force you to give me a price.
Well, how do you sell your blood?"
Zhang Ruochen said: "Are you sure you don't force others? In the past thousand years, the children of the Zhang family have been severely persecuted by you."
"What? Who are you persecuting?"
The old man looked anxious and said: "What was the state of the Zhang family a thousand years ago? Look again, in the past thousand years, with my efforts, there have been more and more descendants of the Zhang family, although they are not as many as they were in their heyday.
One, however, it is developing for the better after all.”
"It's a pity that the bloodlines of those responsible for carrying on the family lineage and strengthening the family are too weak, and there are not many good offspring."
"I am relieved that your boy can come back alive."
"It's okay not to bleed, but at least a thousand, no, ten thousand, heirs must be born."
Zhang Ruochen shook his head and walked deeper into Wangshan Mountain.
"You're still so stubborn. I won't let you go so easily this time."
The old man muttered something in a low voice, and then he caught up and said: "Everyone is responsible for the decline of the family. If you want to prosper, you must first reproduce the offspring. Sometimes, you have to use some extraordinary means. I don't want to think about the day I die.
, but not even a god who can support the family has been cultivated. How unfortunate is that?"
The old man burst into tears and said sadly: "I don't have much life left, and I probably won't survive this year. Ruochen, you are the only descendant of the Zhang family that I have seen who can reach the divine realm. Just pity me, this bad old man."
, before I’m buried, let me see more geniuses with the talent to become gods born among the descendants of the Zhang family, okay?”
Can’t survive this year?
It's strange that Zhang Ruochen believed him.
Seeing that Zhang Ruochen was not touched at all, the old man hated the fact that iron cannot be transformed into steel. He stamped his foot fiercely, pointed at his back and said: "Zhang Ruochen, you have wasted your talent! You don't understand at all that your most powerful power cannot be used at all.
It’s not your cultivation, but your children who haven’t been born yet.”
"Let's do the math. If you give birth to ten thousand children and I raise them from childhood, at least one tenth of them will have the qualifications to become gods, which is one thousand. Among these one thousand, there may be
One-tenth can truly reach the divine realm, which is one hundred gods."
"If your ten thousand children can give birth to more heirs, many of them must have the talent to become gods."
"As long as you work harder, I can guarantee that within ten thousand years, the Zhang family will give birth to a hundred gods. After one Yuanhui, it will overwhelm the Kunlun world. After three Yuanhui, it will overwhelm all realms of heaven. Five Yuanhui
Later, with the power of one clan, he suppressed the ten clans of hell."
"At that time, you will be the king of gods and the father of gods who dominate heaven and hell."
Zhang Ruochen stopped and looked back at him.
The old man looked happy, thinking that he had persuaded Zhang Ruochen, and said, "How is it? My plan is not bad, right? The two of us join forces, you contribute people and I contribute. After five yuan meetings, it will be our Zhang family who decides between heaven and hell."
Calculate."
Zhang Ruochen said: "If this method of yours works, why didn't the Great Master use it back then? If he had worked a little harder, with his powerful bloodline, how many gods would have been born among the younger generations?"
"I have read the history of Kunlun Realm. After the death of the Great Master, the Zhang family declined rapidly, which shows that the Great Master did not leave many heirs."
"In the Middle Ages, a god was born in the Zhang family, known as Lord Jie. He wanted to revitalize the Zhang family, so he married many wives and gave birth to many children. However, among those children, one of them cultivated to the level of god.
Environment? What does this mean?"
"How can it be so easy to become a god? You don't have to have a strong bloodline to become a god. You don't have to rely on the accumulation of resources to reach the realm of gods."
"If a family wants to develop, grow, and pass on forever, it does not rely solely on procreating future generations, but requires everyone to strive for self-improvement."
"If the Zhang family really wants to reproduce for generations, it wants to punch heaven and trample hell. I'm afraid it will cause genocide before it even develops."
Zhang Ruochen saw that the old man was in a very low mood and asked, "Are you the Lord Jie?"
The old man nodded, and then said stubbornly: "No... of course not!"
In fact, the offspring of creatures with strong bloodlines and extraordinary talents are indeed more likely to produce geniuses and offspring with the talent to become gods.
Only one-tenth of the descendants of the Bloody God of War possess the qualifications to become gods.
If Bai Qing'er didn't have Huangtian's bloodline, he might not be able to become a Yuanhui-level genius.
Arriving outside the ancestral land again, Zhang Ruochen could still feel the majestic aura coming out of the tomb forest as he looked at the boundless Great Saint Tomb Forest in front of him, shrouded in nine-colored divine light.
Zhang Ruochen muttered to himself: "Is the Great Master really dead?"
Over the course of time, Zhang Ruochen had seen the supreme grace of the Fudo Ming King. It was hard to believe that such a person would fall under the loess and turn into a corpse.
Can the earth really bury him?
The last time he came here, Zhang Ruochen was attracted by a mysterious force to a chaotic and mysterious world, where he saw a large tomb.
Above the tomb, you can see the twenty-seventh level of the sky.
And above the sky, there is a figure sitting cross-legged.
At that time, Zhang Ruochen's cultivation was too low to see clearly the appearance of the figure, let alone whether what he saw was a phantom or a real scene.
This time, I want to figure it out.
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You may have misunderstandings about the speed of the Great Sage's cultivation. In fact, it is difficult for the Great Sage to improve at every level.
When Zhang Ruochen first broke through to the Immortal Realm, he used a sundial and practiced in seclusion for hundreds of years, but he still failed to break through from the early stage to the middle stage. Moreover, he also used the Shenlong Enlightenment Room at that time, which doubled his training speed.
In other words, most great sages have to practice for hundreds of years in the immortal realm.
Later, Zhang Ruochen's cultivation speed accelerated, and he relied on the assistance of various rare resources and adventures to improve quickly.
In fact, the only one who can catch up with Zhang Ruochen's cultivation speed in the Immortal Realm and the Hundred Flails Realm is Yan Wushen. Prajna, Blood Demon, and Luo Ji all stopped in the Immortal Realm. Yan Wushen is because, inside the Dark Star,
After practicing for many years, I reached the point where I could fight Zhang Ruochen.
Therefore, after thousands of years have passed, even if those holy kings once possessed the time formation and have practiced it for thousands of years, most of them must still be in the Immortal Realm or the Hundred Flails Realm.
Those who can reach the realm of Thousand Questions, the realm of ten thousand deaths, and the realm of immortality are definitely a few with unparalleled resources and talents, and even need a chance encounter.