MTL - Journey To Longevity-Chapter 13 Middle Grade Lingshi

After Zhang Shiping practiced "Changing Yuanshu" to the fourth level, he could not continue to practice because of the incompleteness of his skills. A few days later, he went to his uncle Chen Wenguang's cave, and was told by the guard boy that the master had been away for more than a month, and he didn't say when he would come back.

He originally wanted to ask about the fire chamber, but he had no choice but to give up when he was away. After Zhang Shiping went back, he asked some old disciples of the sect who had been in the sect for a long time.

It turns out that the ground fire room is under the fire peak. There are three fire peaks in Jiaozuo Sect, which are scattered in different places of the sect. The one in the northwest is called Chili Peak, the one in the south is called Gunan Mountain, and the one in the southeast is called Qingyue Mountain.

Zhang Shiping inquired about it from an old man with a gray shirt and a yellow face. He has been in the house for more than 50 years, and he is now in his seventies. He is on duty in a herb garden and is very good at taking care of herbs. Talk about the past.

Thinking about how it was at the beginning, Zhang Shiping responded with a smile of 'um, ah, um', and waited for the old man to say that his mouth was dry, and then handed over the already brewed tea. The only bud picked after the drizzle has an excellent taste in the mouth. The old man said that Zhang Shiping drank tea like a cow drinking water, and wasted his best tea in vain.

Zhang Shiping laughed, looking skinny and shameless.

Maybe the old man liked Zhang Shiping more, plus he was alone in the sect, he had no son but a daughter, no spiritual roots, the old man found a good family in the secular world, betrothed his daughter to someone else, and lived a good life. Son and two daughters, the old man said that he was very happy when he received the letter at that time.

Unfortunately, his grandson doesn't have spiritual roots either. The old man was a little depressed when he talked about these things. Zhang Shiping wanted to comfort him, but the old man smiled and said that he had already seen it. More than ten years ago, when I practiced the ninth level of Qi, I was afraid of death, so I didn't dare to build a foundation. Now that I am old and my body is declining, it is even more impossible to build a foundation.

The old man heard that Zhang Shiping wanted to go to the ground fire room, as if he was looking at a desperate fool, "The ground fire room is tens of feet below the fire peak, and the underground fire lava is brought up. Don't think that there is a high-level formation there." The guardian of the law can rest easy, there was a problem with the Huofeng of Qingyue Mountain more than ten years ago, fortunately the news was spread in time, Lei Patriarch took action to re-strengthen the formation."

The old man felt palpitations when he said it, the reason was that he had accepted the mission of the sect to be on duty in the fire room, and he was the one who passed on the news.

Zongmen rewarded him with a sum of spirit stones, and then he applied elsewhere, and then came to this Herb Garden, which took almost thirty years.

"It's hard to say about the formation, and no one can say for sure. The terrible thing about the underground fire room is the fire poison. Even if there is a Bingxin Dan every month, the fire poison will still penetrate into the bone marrow over time." The old man stared at Zhang Shiping, " Otherwise, why do you think that the disciples guarding Earth Fire will be changed every year?"

After talking for a while, Zhang Shiping had a basic understanding of the fire room in his heart. Under the watchful eyes of the old man, Zhang Shiping drove the flying magic weapon away.

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Zhang Shiping flew towards the Zongmen Foreign Affairs Hall in mid-air, and landed on the side of a mountain called Qianyue Mountain. There is no air-forbidden formation on this mountain. Zhang Shiping saw many disciples of the outer sect who used flying magic weapons stay here. He also followed down.

Here is a circular stone platform with about half an acre of land. There are two huge stone pillars standing on the edge of the stone platform, each carved with a dragon with teeth and claws, coiled on the pillars.

Zhang Shiping walked through the carved dragon pillars and walked all the way to the end. In front of him was a large courtyard. Two parallel rows of tall trees were planted on the square in front of him. Stairs, two vermilion doors nearly three feet high have been opened.

After Zhang Shiping went in, he turned around along the corridor, and asked several people in the middle, making himself dizzy, and finally found the steward in charge of the tasks of the outer disciples in a room.

There are quite a few people in the Jiaozuo Sect. Apart from the servant disciples, the outer disciples account for a large part. The daily work is extremely complicated. The sect has set up twelve outer sect stewards. He is a senior Qi training nine-level monk.

That person is a middle-aged monk with a square face who has practiced Qi at the ninth level. Sitting there, he has a feeling of calmness and prestige. Hearing that Xiuxian was a prince in the secular world, the education he received is naturally unusual. Zhang Shiping is ranked eighth. Behind the person, the square-faced monk handled things neatly, and it was Zhang Shiping's turn after a while.

Zhang Shiping handed over the outer disciple's token, explaining that he wanted to ground the fire room, any fire peak would do.

The square-faced monk took the token and checked Zhang Shiping's information. He saw that he had been in the field for less than half a year, and he was applying for the task of the underground fire chamber. After a few glances, his application was approved and the information was recorded on the token.

He gave Zhang Shiping a jade slip, and returned the token to Zhang Shiping, and told him to come to the Foreign Affairs Hall to find him in half a month.

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Jiaozuo Peak, this fourth-level spiritual mountain, is a place for high-ranking monks of the sect to discuss matters, UU reading www.uukanshu. comThe front mountain is a group of simple and magnificent palaces, and the back mountain is the cave residence of the ancestor of the sect.

Chang Younian, a tall and slender man, looks to be in his thirties, looks very bookish, he is 363 years old this year, and has been the head of the Jiaozuo Sect for fifty-seven years. The entire Jiaozuo Sect is managed in an orderly manner, and the relationship between the peaks and veins is well coordinated and impartial.

A few days ago, he sent ten foundation-building monks to investigate the appearance of spirit stones in the Yuntie Mine. Today, two foundation-building monks from the sect rushed back to the sect together, and they took out the piece he was playing with. Snow white Lingshi.

He has already summoned other Golden Core cultivators from the sect to come to the main hall. A mid-grade ice-type spirit stone is not worth much, but if there is a medium-grade ice-type spirit stone vein, it will definitely attract the coveted eyes of various sects.

Chen Wenguang and other ten disciples opened the formation as soon as they passed, and sent miners to dig deep for three days. They dug forty feet under a cloud iron mine, found a small piece of spirit stone mine, and obtained more than a dozen There are middle-grade spirit stones of ice attribute and hundreds of low-grade spirit stones. They didn't know how much of the previous news had been leaked, so the ten of them discussed together and sent three monks who were good at escapism in the middle and late stages of foundation building.

The three separated and hurried on the road in the middle of the night. After a few days, they didn't want only two of them to return to Jiaozuozong.

When Chang Younian was thinking about this matter, four people entered the hall one after another. The first one was a short, fat man with a big belly and a beard, and the second one was a nine-foot-tall, dark-skinned man with short hair. It was the Jindan monk named Ma Hua that Zhang Shiping had seen at the Ascension Fair.

The two people who came in from behind, one was wearing a colored dress and fairy dress, with a good face, a female cultivator who looked twenty-eight years old, and the other was a hunchbacked old man with gray hair, leaning on a bare wooden stick, falling on the ground. Last.