The heavens start from Maoshan

Chapter 335 Huang Huang's destiny, according to himself

Time is still passing.

In the beginning, the main force on the border was the Jindan disciples of the lower court of the inner sect, and the Jindan monks of the two factions fought non-stop.

Later, the conflict escalated, and the Nascent Soul disciples from the upper courtyard of the inner sect participated in the battle, and the battlefield also sublimated from the Golden Core Realm to the Nascent Soul Realm.

Today is the tenth year of the Frontier War.

Jindan has been reduced to cannon fodder, and Yuanying is only the mainstay.

If you want to shake your head on the battlefield, not to mention a true cultivator at the state of fitness, you must at least have a personal cultivation at the state of transforming gods.

Yao Chi has twelve personal heirs.

Maitreya has eighteen arhats.

Zhang Hengshou stayed in Qingmiao City, urging the eldest lady not to let her participate in the battle.

But he also knows something about the battlefield.

Today's Cui Min, Yun Lingzhi, and Liu Wu are all personal disciples, who have cultivated themselves into gods.

Cui Min stationed troops in Duanjian Gorge, with eight hundred infant disciples as soldiers, Cui's sons as generals, respecting Liu Wu as the military commander of Shenji, and then confronted Maitreya's four arhats, Silu, Huanxi, Lifting Bowl, and Tota.

And Yun Lingzhi's side.

Guarding Yingzuijian, with disciples of Qianer Yuanying as soldiers and disciples of the suzerain as generals, restraining the seven arhats who sit quietly, cross the river, ride an elephant, laugh at a lion, be happy, explore hands, and meditate.

As for Zhang Heng and Zhang Yitong.

Although the two of them also showed the cultivation of the gods.

But because he was far away from the battlefield, he was not designated as a personal disciple, nor did he participate in the frontline conflicts.

All I know is that the two sides conquer each other every day, and each has a chance of winning.

On the side of Xianmen, two personal descendants have fallen.

Maitreya lost three Arhats.

of course.

This loss is nothing.

Both sides have a group of reserve forces who are in the state of transforming gods and have not been rated as direct disciples.

If the front is broken, just add it to the back, and a few deaths will not shake the fundamentals.

"Danshi, this year's medicine garden has a bumper harvest, and the bonus has increased by [-]% compared to previous years."

"In addition, City Lord Xiao wants to send a few people to us, you see"

The director of the medicine garden took the account book and found Zhang Heng who was making alchemy.

Zhang Heng didn't care about these things, but when he heard that City Lord Xiao wanted to stuff people, he couldn't help muttering: "Old Xiao, there are no less than 30 people stuffed into our medicine garden these years, right?"

The director of the medicine garden lowered his eyebrows and said calmly: "There are 38 people."

"Speechless."

As the guardian alchemist of the medicine garden in the rear.

Over the years, many of the direct disciples who fought on the front line have been like him.

Although Zhang Heng didn't agree to everyone, over the past ten years, he has been stuffed with hundreds of people, all of whom are relatives with poor cultivation and deep backgrounds.

"Turn back and tell Lao Xiao."

"Now there are rumors in the sect that our Qingmiao City is a holy place to avoid wars, and the disciples in the sect have complained."

"He can't just talk and don't do it, and put all the pressure on me. If I can't stand it and get transferred, you won't have a good time."

Although Zhang Heng seldom manages things, he is not stupid.

City Lord Xiao took him to sell favors for a day or two. The problem is that he never gave him a share of the sold favors.

How does this work.

You can use me, but you have to do me good.

It costs money to visit a kiln, so it's not appropriate to come here empty-handed.

"Alchemist, urgent report from the front line..."

was talking.

A disciple on duty outside the gate came to report: "On Maitreya's side, there are true Buddhist disciples participating in the battle. Yingzui Jian was broken, Yun Lingzhi was seriously injured, and the fairy gate was defeated for three thousand miles."

"Oh, I see."

Zhang Heng didn't care.

Yingzuijian can be taken back if it is broken, and Yun Lingzhi can recover from serious injuries.

As long as people are okay, it's not a big deal.

At most, the conflict will go up one level, from the chaotic battle of the direct disciples to the real end.

"By the way, the medicine garden's security must be strengthened to prevent minor disturbances at night."

"Although we are here in the rear area, people from the Holy Land of Maitreya cannot easily come."

"I'm not afraid of [-], just in case, I must apply to be stationed by a real immortal as soon as possible."

Zhang Heng explained a few words worriedly.

"Yes, alchemist."

The director of the medicine garden took the order and left.

Shake.

Another five years.

This year, Zhang Heng was 47 years old.

It has been 30 years since he entered Xianmen.

The fact that the real immortals were stationed has never been approved, because there are not many real immortal elders in the fairy gate, only a dozen or so.

Some of these people will be on the front line, and some will be in the fairy gate.

There are also some people who practice in closed doors and don't care about common things, and not many can be sent abroad.

Fortunately, the medicine garden is still stable, and there has been no trouble.

In addition, the situation on the front line is very good.

Yun Lingzhi has fought for a long time and made breakthroughs repeatedly, and now he has been promoted to a true disciple with the cultivation base of the Compatible Body Realm.

Under his leadership, Xianmen won many battles and regained Yingzuijian.

Yun Lingzhi himself defeated the three Buddha disciples of Maitreya in 1V3, and won the title of No.1 in the real fairyland.

Others have also improved in their own way.

Liu Wu led the children of the Cui family to break into Maitreya and occupy Xiguan Temple.

On the side of the Holy Land of Maitreya, three personal arhats, Ear-gouging, Budai, and Changmei, were sent to fight.

Liu Wu fought while retreating, deceiving the enemy by feigning defeat.

The ear-digging arhat fell down and died on the spot. The cloth-bag arhat fled. Liu Wu sacrificed a magic weapon and hit the gate of the valley, causing the golden body to shatter and the valley road to rupture and died.

Among the three, only Arhat with long eyebrows survived.

"Liu Wu!"

Looking at the information in his hand, Zhang Heng whispered, "It's about to rise."

In the past, Liu Wu always appeared as Cui Min's deputy.

Although he is also outstanding, he has been living in the shadow of Cui Min and Yun Lingzhi. Compared with the two, he is one point worse.

Now leading an army alone, killing two personal arhats, this is a record that Cui Min doesn't even have.

more importantly.

Zhang Heng knows very well that Liu Wu, like Zhang Yitong, is the protagonist of the fairyland in the next era.

Among them, the eldest lady is Yun Lingzhi's successor, and Liu Wu is Cui Min's successor.

His rise represents the flickering of destiny, the transfer of luck, and the intertwining of old and new eras.

"Zhang Heng, something happened."

A wave of ups and downs.

One wave after another.

The eldest lady rushed in in a hurry: "When I went out, I found that Lingnong was secretly believing in Maitreya, and was preparing to launch a riot in the medicine garden."

Zhang Heng didn't say a word, but just glanced at the young lady's head.

into the eye.

The luck of the eldest lady is like a colorful golden phoenix, wearing a crown on her head, she wants to fly with wings.

"Is it time?"

Zhang Heng muttered to himself.

After a while, he asked Zhang Yitong again: "Old sister, I will bring you to Qingmiao City and let you stay behind closed doors. Now Yun Lingzhi is a true disciple and has achieved a great reputation. Even Liu Wu is praised. You are the hero of Yaochi, but you hide the weapon in your body and cannot move it, do you blame me?"

"Uh"

Zhang Yitong froze for a moment: "No, you and I depend on each other for life. After so many years, I don't believe you, who else can you trust? You must have your reason for not letting me go out."

Zhang Heng nodded: "The ancestors of the Zhang family all died in the battle against Maitreya. I know that you harbor hatred and want revenge, but the time is not good and the time will never die. Remember, never Let hatred blind your eyes."

Zhang Yitong scratched his head a little.

She found that Zhang Heng didn't seem to care about Lingnong's belief in Maitreya and the upcoming riot in the medicine garden.

The same is true.

Some spirit farmers are harmless.

Compared with these conspiracies and tricks, the brilliant fate and the tide of the times are the catastrophe.

"Go."

"Leave the matter of Lingnong to you, and do as you want."

"After finishing, I'll take you out for a walk. Whether it's a blessing or a curse in the future, it depends on you in the end."

Zhang Heng waved his hand lightly: "The times have chosen you. Go with the times and ride the wind. The way of being a true immortal is not far away."

Zhang Heng once thought about it.

Do you want to change the stars, reverse the secrets, and cut off Zhang Yitong's destiny.

But he gave up after thinking about it.

Blessed by destiny, blessings and misfortunes depend on each other.

Before the destiny is transferred, Zhang Yitong's path will be smooth.

Not to mention waiting for the stars to dim, Zhang Yitong is already an earth immortal, just like those ancestors who rose up with the wind to form a fairyland 2000 years ago, they are at ease for a while.

And without destiny, considering the talent of the eldest lady, it is not difficult to be a true immortal, but it is difficult to be an earthly immortal.

Even Zhang Heng can hardly give her this promise.

Destiny, timing, luck.

Those who go against the sky will die, and those who follow the sky will be sad.

Fusheng immeasurable deity.

unspeakable, unspeakable
(End of this chapter)