Zhang Zhixuan took the letter sent by Aunt Hanyan to the family cemetery and burned it to his fourth uncle Zhang Menglong and his fifteenth uncle Zhang Mengchong.
The two of them died for Aunt Hanyan after all. The news of Aunt Hanyan's foundation came back today. If there really is an underworld, Zhang Zhixuan also hopes that they can receive the news in the underworld and be happy for a few days.
"Aunt Hanyan has established the foundation, how I hope you can hold on for a few more days!
If you can persist for a few days, you will hear the good news, and maybe you will have no regrets.
Don’t worry, I have asked Uncle Nineteen to arrange for people to take care of nephew Siwen. As long as I live for one day, I will take care of him."
Zhang Zhixuan was talking to himself in front of his fourth uncle's tombstone, when soft footsteps came from behind.
The footsteps were very heavy, and each step was very slow, as if it was very laborious.
Zhang Zhixuan turned around and found that it was the patriarch Zhang Leqian who came.
The patriarch looked at the tombstone of his fourth uncle and sighed sadly: "Your fourth uncle had a chance to build a foundation. He just missed joining the Qingxuan Sect back then.
Just when he went to Qingxuanzong, the Jiuhua Mountain War broke out in his family.
You should know the outcome of this battle. The family suffered heavy casualties and was on the verge of annihilation at any time.
Your fourth uncle was already at the peak of the eighth level of qi training at that time, and had just advanced to the third level of formation mage. He was only forty-six years old, and it was a time when his future was bright.
As long as he goes to Qingxuan Sect, even if he doesn't rely on his family, he can still collect ten thousand meritorious deeds just by refining formations for Qingxuan Sect.
It's a pity that at this moment when his family's life and death were at stake, he chose to stay at home and face the danger with me.
Relying on him as a third-level formation mage, we reduced our strength, concentrated all the monks in Lushan, and repelled several spies from the casual cultivators in the foundation building period.
It was not until more than ten years later, after Meng Quan, Meng Ling, Meng Chong, Meng Hong, and Meng Qin had practiced Qi at the ninth level, that the family's situation improved."
The two stood silently in front of Sibo's grave all morning, and finally went up the mountain one after another.
The death of his fourth uncle has further strengthened Zhang Zhixuan's belief in seeking the Tao. He has decided not to wait any longer, and will take the risk to build the foundation even if he does not have the foundation-building pill.
After his fourth uncle passed away, Zhang Zhixuan put aside everything, notified the patriarch and his nineteenth uncle, took a few years of leave, began to adjust to the best condition, and prepared to build a foundation and pass the test within a year or two.
If successful, it will open the first difficulty on the road to immortality.
If you fail and your body dies and your soul disappears, it will be like having a big dream.
Just when Zhang Zhixuan gave up everything, his seventh uncle Zhang Mengyuan went up to the mountain in person and told him the good news.
Because the incident happened suddenly, Qibo said anxiously: "Zhixuan, please go down the mountain and take a look. The moongrass in the medicine garden is about to mature.
You are the best at alchemy in the family now, and you still need to deal with this precious spiritual herb."
Moon Grass is a precious third-level high-grade spiritual grass. It takes three hundred years to bloom and bear fruit, and is worth no less than six hundred spiritual stones.
This kind of spiritual grass has only one flower and one fruit. Its fruit, combined with several other spiritual medicines, can be used to refine the third-level low-grade Moon Watching Pill.
The family planted dozens of magical herbs in the herb garden in Lingtian. The oldest of these magical herbs has been transplanted for more than 300 years.
Hearing that the moongrass was about to mature, Zhang Zhixuan left the mountain gate before the sun set and went directly to the Lingtian Medicine Garden without having time to exchange greetings.
At this time, two young low-level monks were already waiting on the edge of the Moon-Wangcao. Seeing Zhang Zhixuan coming down the mountain, the two people quickly greeted him: "I've met the elder.
The moon grass is about to mature, Qi Bo asked us to stay here and not leave anyone for a moment.
Although we knew you were coming, we didn't go out to greet you."
Zhang Zhixuan nodded happily and said: "You are doing the right thing. Moongrass is a very special elixir. It takes three hundred years to bloom. It takes six hours for the flower to bloom and its fruit will mature in three quarters of an hour. If
If we can’t pick the fruit on the spot, our family’s three hundred years of hard work will be wasted.”
Moongrass, a magical medicine, blooms at sunset and bears fruit when the moon is full. When Zhang Zhixuan came to the medicine garden, it was almost the time of the full moon.
The blue spirit flower has begun to wither, and the red fruit has faintly appeared. The fruit slowly grew up visible to the naked eye, and finally grew to the size of a baby's fist.
The red fruit emits a pure aura, and eventually the color slowly fades, completely turning into silvery white.
At this time, Zhang Zhixuan knew that the moongrass was completely mature, so he decisively used his flying sword to chop down the silver-white fruit, and then sealed it in the magic jade box.
When the Moon-Watching Fruit is ripe, Zhang Zhixuan will immediately prepare to refine the Moon-Watching Pill.
Moon Watching Pill, a third-level low-grade elixir like the Moon Watching Pill, can assist monks in building a foundation. Although there is no Foundation Building Pill, having a Moon Watching Pill to help when building a foundation can somewhat increase the chance of winning.
According to Zhang Zhixuan's existing alchemy skills, there is no confidence in refining a third-level elixir.
In order to refine this elixir, he planned to go to Qingxuan Sect to find Zhang Hanyan.
Zhang Hanyan has established a foundation, and his status in Qingxuan Sect will soon be different, so Zhang Zhixuan is going to ask Aunt Hanyan to come forward and find a third-level alchemist in Qingxuan Sect to help him refine this furnace of elixir.
As for Zhang Zhixuan, he is ready to start off and accumulate some experience.
Except for the Moon Watching Grass, the other auxiliary elixirs in the Moon Watching Pill are not valuable. Zhang Zhixuan spent more than a hundred spirit stones to get all the auxiliary elixirs in Xihefang City.
Then he notified the clan leader, took the moon fruit and went straight to Qingxuan Sect.
It took two months to travel. As soon as he arrived at Qingxuanzong, Zhang Zhixuan immediately handed the letter to the Zhike of Qingxuanzong.
Because Aunt Hanyan has already established a foundation, her status in Qingxuanzong is very different. Compared with monks in the Qi training period, her letters have to be delivered first. It only took more than ten days for Zhang Hanyan to fly with his sword and arrive at Qingxuanzong.
In front of the mountain gate.
After not seeing each other for two years, Zhang Hanyan seemed a little younger again. She was floating in the air brightly and charmingly, looking at Zhang Zhixuan with a half-smile.
Zhang Zhixuan cupped his hands and said politely: "Little Aunt Han Yan successfully built the foundation, and I didn't come to congratulate her. I hope you won't be offended."
Zhang Hanyan smiled and said softly: "We are all from the same family, so why speak two different languages? You almost died in the Southern Wilderness because of me, how can I be surprised?
There have been no letters from the family in recent times. How has the fourth brother been doing since you returned?
When I left Nanhuang, I had a vague feeling that his condition was not good. I wonder how he has been doing in recent years.
His heart veins must have been damaged. Recently, I am going to ask someone to refine a third-grade elixir to repair his heart veins. You can bring it to him when you go back. I hope it can be of some help to him.
You need to be more careful about this matter, damage to your heart is not a trivial matter. It is not a trivial matter."
After hearing this, Zhang Zhixuan's expression changed and he said lowly: "My fourth uncle passed away half a year ago. He was very peaceful when he left. The only thing he can't let go of is his grandson. I hope we can take care of him in the future."
After hearing the bad news, the two fell silent and looked at each other speechlessly.
Finally, Zhang Hanyan broke the silence and said: "Everyone has that day in his life.
Maybe it's me, maybe it's you. Unless you can achieve immortality, even the lofty Nascent Soul Stage monks will die one day.
Zhixuan!
As monks, our strength and longevity are far beyond those of ordinary people. We can experience the all-encompassing and wonderful world of cultivating immortals. What else can we not be satisfied with?
As a monk, the most important thing is to cherish every day."
After hearing the bad news, Aunt Hanyan was also in a bad mood. The two of them entered the mountain gate of Qingxuan Sect without saying much.
After Zhang Hanyan established the foundation, her status has been very different. The cave she lives in has been changed, and now she independently occupies a hilltop with good spiritual energy. Zhang Zhixuan roughly estimated that the spiritual energy in her spiritual veins has exceeded the second-level high-grade, and is not far away from the third-level.
Far.
Zhang Hanyan smiled and said: "I like to be quiet and don't like to be crowded on the top of a hill with others.
So he chose to cultivate his spiritual veins on his own, and left the spiritual mountain protected by his master, preparing to slowly cultivate his spiritual veins and build a cave here.
As long as I am alive, I have complete ownership of this cave.
Once you come here, you can feel more at ease and there will be no taboos anymore..."
Zhang Zhixuan took a casual look at this mountain peak. This place was already on the edge of the area controlled by the Qingxuan Sect, and monsters might cross the border at any time.
Some monks who have just built the foundation rarely build caves nearby.
Thousands of miles away, there is rarely any human habitation.
There is a second-level high-grade spiritual vein on this mountain peak, and there are several acres of spiritual fields on the mountain. These resources are completely under Zhang Hanyan's control, and the monks of Qingxuan Sect don't care at all.
Zhang Hanyan brought Zhang Zhixuan into his boudoir, made him a cup of spiritual tea with his own hands, and said: "Try it quickly. This tea tree has been growing for 30,000 years. It is quite famous in Qingxuan Sect. After I established the foundation
, the sect just gave me a few pieces of tea. It is said that this kind of green tea can slightly enhance the spiritual awareness of monks. Today, with your help, I will try it and see if it is as magical as they say."