The heavens start from Maoshan

Chapter 111 What I Said

Thirst to drink clear springs.

When you are hungry, you can fill your hunger with jerky and fruit.

Practicing qi and meditating every day, and reading Taoist books in my spare time, it took more than four months in a flash.

On this day, Zhang Heng woke up as usual.

When I opened my eyes, it was pitch black.

Light a candle and shine it overhead.

In the eyes, the luminous pearl that brought light like the sun and the moon in the past, did not know when it was completely extinguished last night.

Seeing this, Zhang Heng was thoughtful.

Sure enough, in the next three days, the concentration of aura in the blessed land began to decline.

On the sixth day, even the ground springs began to dry up.

Seeing all this in his eyes, Zhang Heng knew he should go.

The most blessed place of Taoism, Feiyuan in Maoshan, has been destroyed!
"Congratulations, brother, for leaving the customs."

Seeing Zhang Heng coming out of the cave, the two Taoist boys guarding here saluted in unison.

"Will the mountain be safe while I'm away?"

I haven't spoken to anyone for several months.

Zhang Heng's words became unclear after a while.

"Brother, everything is fine."

The two Taoist boys answered.

"Is something big going to happen?"

The two Taoist boys replied: "Ziyan is dead, and everyone sees them off. Seeing the moon shining on Maoshan Mountain and rising Ziyan, it is amazing."

"On the second day, Master Xu took over the post of Lord of the Temple of Invitation, and took over the Invitation to the Temple to pass on the magical artifacts of the Invitation God Tablet. Apart from these two, nothing major happened."

"Ah."

Zhang Heng nodded slightly: "From now on, you don't have to stay here anymore, go play, I'll give you a day off today."

"Yes, brother."

The two little Taoist boys led the way.

After the two left, Zhang Heng rubbed his stinging eyes, and thought to himself, "I don't know what happened to Uncle Zhaixing's search."

"Master."

With thoughts in mind, Zhang Heng came to the Temple of Invitation.

"Ok?"

Please enter the temple.

Master Xu was sitting on the throne, holding Fuchen's eyelids and fighting, he was startled by Zhang Heng's sudden call.

"Ah Heng, you're out of customs!"

Opening his eyes, he saw that it was Zhang Heng, and Xu Zhenren was very happy.

"Master, you just had breakfast, and you're so sleepy?"

Zhang Heng and Xu Zhenren didn't see each other, looked up and down, and joked: "Go down the mountain to steal watermelon again at night?"

"Steal what watermelon?"

Master Xu rubbed his face, slapped his head and said: "When I was studying art on the mountain, I really didn't understand your uncle, why you always sleep on the throne with Fuchen in your arms."

"Now I know it. This seat is very comfortable. I feel sleepy when I sit on it. I can sleep two or three times in the morning. Then, I can't sleep at night. My eyes are like copper bells. What do you think? Don't suffer."

"real or fake?"

Zhang Heng was speechless.

But he still hadn't forgotten the business, and quickly asked: "Master, what's going on with Uncle Zhaixing?"

"Still looking, no progress."

"But it's not surprising. If the teleportation array is so easy to find, Qin Shihuang would have found it back then, so it's our turn."

Xu Zhenren stood up from his chair and said another thing: "Your first uncle Mao wrote that there is a town of Tengteng on the other side of Xiguang Hepu, and someone was digging ancient tombs there, and hundreds of tombs were dug out. Zombie."

"Now the zombies have taken over the whole town. He can't do anything alone. He wants you to come over to help, and he also said that you don't have to go if you don't have time. You can borrow someone from him, or lend him your Taiping Sword. You can do it yourself."

"Hepu?"

Zhang Heng read the name: "This place is not far from Rongcheng, I'll stop by to have a look when I go back."

Speaking of this, Zhang Heng hesitated again: "How big is the ancient tomb that can house hundreds of zombies? This is the tomb of a big family?"

"It's hard to say, but it should be serious."

"Yi Mao is a person who loves face. It's very rare for him to ask for help."

Master Xu responded, and then asked Zhang Heng: "How is the effect of this subterranean cultivation?"

"Very good, saving five years of effort."

A smile appeared on Zhang Heng's face.

At first, he thought that ten times the concentration of spiritual energy meant ten times the speed of cultivation.

One month inside is equivalent to ten months outside.

But after a few days of submerged cultivation, he discovered that this account was not calculated in this way.

Because people are in the outside world, there are so many disturbances, it is impossible to be in the state of cultivation 24 hours a day, but in Dongtian Paradise, there is nothing else except cultivation.

Even when reading Taoism books and sleeping, the exercises can be made to run automatically, without stopping for a moment.

After more than four months, he saved at least five years.

It also made Zhang Heng understand why there were so many people ascending in ancient times.

When the aura of the heavens and the earth is functioning normally, the heaven and earth will not be consumed, and it can always maintain an open state.

Sanmao Zhenjun has practiced Taoism on Maoshan Mountain for 500 years, and with the addition of Dongtian Blessed Land, it is equivalent to [-] years of ordinary people's cultivation.

Coupled with the amazing comprehension of the three True Monarchs, who are far beyond human comparison, this is how True Monarch Damao ascended to the heavens and enjoyed the fruit of the Celestial Immortals.

under it.

Zhenjun Ermao and Zhenjun Sanmao, although not as good as Zhenjun Damao, they also entered the Earth Immortal Realm, surpassed the level of immortals, and enjoyed the Earth Immortal Dao Fruit.

"Five years of work saved!"

Master Xu's eyes are full of anticipation: "Late stage of Qi training, or complete Qi training?"

Zhang Heng said with a smile: "Complete Qi training!"

"Okay!"

Master Xu was overjoyed: "Among the No. 70 disciples of Maoshan, your cultivation is the most profound, even no less than some uncles."

Zhang Heng didn't think so: "Among the disciples of the [-]th generation, there are very few who have become talented. If you pick a general out of the short ones, the one you pick out is also a short one."

"If I remember correctly, Master Zhaxing is less than 30 years old, he has already completed the foundation establishment, right?"

"Of course, there is no need to use him as a comparison, but as far as you and Master Qian are concerned, I remember that you told me that the seven sons of Maoshan all entered the Foundation Establishment Realm before the age of 30. Compared with you, Master, , my entry has been considered slow."

Master Xu was a little annoyed.

"We all went up to the mountains to practice Taoism since we were young. You are a monk halfway, how can you count like this?"

"Furthermore, we were still able to support Dongtian Paradise at that time. We all retreated there for a year before coming out, and you have only been there for more than four months."

Zhang Heng smiled without saying a word.

For more than four months, he has been alone in the blessed land.

Xu Zhenren and the others shared this year with seven people. The inside of the blessed land is only so big, and the total amount of aura is so much. There must be a difference between one person and seven people.

Just saying it doesn't make sense.

Zhang Heng only knew that he had to work harder in the future.

"Other masters wish their disciples would work hard."

"But to you, I feel that you work too hard. Life is not just about cultivation, nor is it just about being competitive. You should be more tolerant of yourself."

Master Xu let out a long sigh: "I know, you are an independent person. Although I am a master, I don't know as many principles as you do. You must think I'm farting, right?"

Zhang Heng still smiled without saying a word.

In the end, Xu Zhenren stared a little hairily, and then he said: "Master, I am not you, and you are not me. If I were you, I might say the same thing as you. In the same way, if you were me, you would also say the same thing." I will stick to my own point of view, different angles, and different ways of looking at problems. There is no right or wrong in this kind of thing.”

50 years of life are like dreams and illusions.

Zhang Heng is not a person who talks about longevity all day long, although he really thinks so in his heart.

Therefore, Xu Zhenren had miscalculated him.

It's not that he is eager to win, but he doesn't dare to waste time at all, at least not now.

Why is it so.

Because the two sides have different definitions of the future.

It's as if your parents said to you: "Stop studying so hard, just go to a junior college."

However, your goal is the University of Science and Technology of China, where there is no shortage of talented and hardworking people, how dare you neglect it.

"You!"

Master Xu didn't know what to say about him.

The next moment, thinking of Zi Yan who had been reincarnated and reincarnated, an idea immediately came to his head: "In the next life, I will be your apprentice, and I want to see how you teach me."

Zhang Heng's smile did not change: "You will become a fairy, and you don't need to reincarnate."

Master Xu glanced at him: "How do you know?"

Zhang Heng looked at him quietly: "I said so."

(End of this chapter)