After Han Yan opened the Zi Mansion, her cave was a third-level high-grade spiritual vein, and the strength of her spiritual energy was somewhat insufficient, which would delay her cultivation in the long run.
Every fourth level spiritual vessel in the Qingxuan Sect has its own owner. It is simply not Han Yan's turn, the elder who just opened the Zi Mansion, to intervene unless she is willing to practice under the nose of Patriarch Jin of Qingyang Mountain.
Unless they are personally related, ordinary monks are not willing to expose their secrets such as skills, spiritual roots, opportunities, etc. to the eyes of high-level monks. Even Zhao Xinlian, the direct disciple of Patriarch Jin, is not willing to settle in Qingyang Mountain and choose
Opening a cave outside, not to mention Han Yan, an outsider with whom the relationship is not close.
Therefore, she could only temporarily refine part of the spiritual stones to replenish her mana, preparing for the opportunity to seize a fourth-level spiritual vein, and then move out of the cave.
Several people had just finished attending Hanyan's Zifu celebration, when Qingchan asked someone to send a letter, telling everyone some bad news.
Nineteenth uncle Zhang Mengling passed away a month ago. Almost as soon as Zhang Zhixuan and others left, he passed away in a very short time.
After receiving this bad news, Zhang Zhixuan could only sacrifice the poisonous dragon boat and take everyone back to the family.
Han Yan has already opened up the Zi Mansion, and she can control the Poison Dragon Boat much faster than Zhang Zhixuan. In just five or six days, she rushed back to Tiantai Peak from the Qingxuan Sect's mountain gate.
"When my uncle left, it was quite sudden. He was energetic and handled a lot of family chores the day before. Unexpectedly, he went back to sleep at night and failed to wake up the next day. He left alone without saying anything.
None stayed.”
The descendants of Uncle Nineteen are all mortals without spiritual roots. Although they are in their fifties or sixties, their status in the family is not high. His funeral affairs will be presided over by Sihong.
Zhang Sihong stayed at home to look after the house, but he didn't expect to see Zhang Mengling for the last time even under the same roof.
He was able to build the foundation, and Zhang Mengling gave him the greatest help. He almost treated his grandnephew as his own son, and left all the good deeds he had accumulated throughout his life to him.
But at the last moment, he didn't even understand Uncle Nineteen's last wish.
"Meng Ling is only one hundred and nine years old this year. I thought he could still enjoy ten years of peace, but I didn't expect that he would still pass away like this." Zhang Leqian sighed sadly when he saw the remains of his nineteenth uncle.
Normal monks in the Qi training period have a lifespan of 120 years. Unfortunately, due to injuries and battles in their early years, most monks cannot live that long.
The death of Uncle Nineteen represents the end of an era for the family. The six elders who assisted the patriarch to support the family and survived the most difficult period have all turned into dust.
Since reaching the ninth level of Qi training at the age of thirty-three, he has been in charge of the general affairs of the family for more than seventy years. Among the low-level monks in the family, his prestige has surpassed that of Si Dao, Si Hong and other juniors such as Zhu Ji.
His death not only made Zhang Zhixuan and others feel uncomfortable, but even the low-level monks in the family felt that they had lost a generous elder.
Everyone in the Zhang family buried him in the family cemetery with grief on their faces. The grave was placed around the fourth uncle. Both of them were the right-hand men of the clan leader back then. If they were born in a sect, they would have great confidence in making further progress.
It's a pity that fate played a trick on people. They were born when the Zhang family was at its weakest. In order to support the family, they all gave up their own futures and protected the younger generations of monks in the family, which ultimately delayed their own paths.
After the funeral, Zhang Zhixuan saw Han Yan standing in the family cemetery, so he walked a few steps forward and said, "Aunt Han Yan, why don't you leave?"
"Zhixuan, if one day I am gone, I hope you can bury me next to my fourth brother and the others. I am where I am today because of them."
Zhang Zhixuan saw that Han Yan was in a very low mood, so he comforted him: "Han Yan, don't think like this. Uncle Nineteen was also very happy when he heard the news that you opened the Zi Mansion. If it weren't for his old age and frailty, he would even be elated.
Participate in your Zifu grand ceremony. Seeing you today, my fourth uncle and my fifteenth uncle can also smile. Their hard work in the past has blossomed and bear fruit today, and you are already a towering tree in the family."
Han Yan said with a sore look in his eyes: "Zhixuan, you don't know, the reason why Brother Nineteen died so early was because of me. When he sent me to Qingxuan Sect, I met three very powerful opponents on the way. The two of us
He fought desperately to break through and barely escaped to Qingxuan Sect. It took him six months to recover from his injuries outside the sect. It was precisely because this injury damaged his vitality that it affected his longevity."
Although Zhang Zhixuan had heard about this matter and knew that there had been a mole in the family before, and the leak of the news angered the clan leader, he did not know the whole story. With Han Yan's narration, Zhang Zhixuan understood the whole story.
Seeing that Han Yan was still feeling sorry for himself, Zhang Zhixuan advised: "Han Yan, you should be more open-minded. Among us monks who practice Taoism, in addition to those who have achieved Taoism and become immortals, even monks in the Nascent Soul stage will also reach the final step. Uncle Nineteen can live forever.
On the bed, you are already lucky."
After sending the cold smoke to the cave, Zhang Zhixuan had not yet recovered from his depression, and someone in the cave sent another transmission note.
The person who sent the letter was very young, only about thirteen or fourteen years old, and his name was Zhang Guangyang.
Because I was practicing in Lingjing Mountain, although I met Zhang Zhixuan several times, we had no interaction with each other, so I don’t know why I was sent the transmission notes.
Zhang Zhixuan summoned Zhang Guangyang into the cave and met the legendary monk of this family. However, the young Zhang Guangyang was not excited and envious. Instead, he said with a sad face: "I'm telling you, my grandfather sent you a letter, saying that he wants to see you."
The last time."
When Zhang Zhixuan opened the letter, he discovered that this child was also an old friend. His maternal grandfather was Wang Luyuan, whom Zhang Zhixuan brought back from Montenegro.
"Wang Luyuan is more than twenty years older than Wang Zixuan, and Wang Zixuan is about the same age as me. Unexpectedly, he has not long lived. He sent a letter to see me for the last time, hoping that I could leave the Foundation Establishment Pill to this child.
"Zhang Zhixuan scanned his consciousness and discovered that Zhang Guangyang's cultivation level was already quite good. At the age of thirteen or fourteen, he had already reached the second level of Qi training. Judging from his progress, he should be qualified for the third spiritual root. He instantly understood what Wang Luyuan meant.
He put away the letter and immediately returned to Tiantai Peak with Zhang Guangyang.
After Wang Luyuan came to the Zhang family, he has been practicing at Tiantai Peak. Because of his poor spiritual roots, he finally only reached the eighth level of Qi training. He was born as a Black Mountain monk. Although he was protected by his elders in his early years, he also experienced many battles and his physical condition
Not as good as Zhang Mengling. Three years ago, he became bedridden and could not fight with others.
After reluctantly procrastinating for three years, Wang Luyuan felt that he could no longer hold on, so he gritted his teeth and wrote a letter in his own hand, hoping to see Zhang Zhixuan for the last time to explain his funeral affairs.