The heavens start from Maoshan

Chapter 402: The Immortal White Deer God General

"Speaking of sinking into a dream."

"Actually, dreams aren't scary, what's scary is that the world of mortals blinds the eyes."

"Family, affection, love."

"Responsibility, oath, righteousness."

"The cutting is constant, the reason is still chaotic, there are too many worries and burdens, it is naturally difficult to get out, and this is the sinking."

Within the Earth Immortal Realm.

Zhang Heng slowly opened his eyes.

He stayed in the Milky Way Age for half a month, but in reality it was only more than an hour.

Saw him wake up.

Jiang Yan, who was protecting the law for him, immediately looked at his daughter impatiently.

Seeing that Jiang Le was still awake, her mood went downhill like a roller coaster, and all thoughts on her face were completely disheartened.

"Don't panic."

Zhang Heng said at the right time: "I have met Jiang Le, and she is still awake now because there are still things to be done. You should hide her body first. It may take a few years or half a year, and she will come back from here." Waking up from a dream."

Hear this.

Jiang Yan felt at ease, half flattering, half flattering said: "It all depends on the immortal."

Zhang Heng shook his head: "No way, your daughter has a certain affinity with me. In terms of it, you should call me senior brother."

Done.

Zhang Heng thought about it again, and then said: "My pumice stone vein has just been mined, and there is no manager. Since you are Jiang Le's father, and you have been traveling through mountains to enter the mine all year round, you should be a manager among them, and help me manage the mine. Well, turning around will not miss your benefits."

"This this"

Jiang Yan was overjoyed.

Stewardship sounds small, but power is not small.

His subordinates are in charge of the Bailai No. Mining Fairy, keeping accounts on weekdays, supervising the workers, and checking whether everyone has ore entrained.

Regardless of the need to go to the mine to dig rocks, who will do the work and who will not be able to come, that is also a matter of one sentence.

Jiang Yanjiu fumbled on the ground floor.

After all these years, I didn't get any clues. It's only now that I sigh: "It's still good to enjoy the shade under the big tree." '

Zhang Heng didn't care about Jiang Yan's emotion.

The lower bound is the lower bound, and the upper bound is the upper bound.

Those who can fly up, whoever is below is not calling the wind and the rain.

This is like, you were No.1 in your high school during the college entrance examination, and then you performed exceptionally well and got admitted to Qingbei.

When you arrive in Qingbei, you can see that those people are too perverted.

Each of them is the number one scholar at the provincial and municipal level, and you are just making up the numbers among them, and you are no longer sought after by thousands of people in high school.

of course.

This analogy may not be appropriate, but the meaning is similar.

The hundreds of miners mining in Zhang Heng's vein, all of them were elated when they talked about the lower realm.

What's more, remorse soars.

In their view, they ascended to the upper world to make a big difference, not to come here to mine.

"Ancestor!"

"Hello, Patriarch."

After setting up Jiang Yan, Zhang Heng went to Maoshan Fairy Gate.

Did not reach the mountain gate.

Then I saw the fairy light rising and falling on Jurong Mountain, and hundreds of shooting stars rushed out.

Take a closer look.

It turned out to be an elder from Chuan Gong Hall, who was leading his disciples to learn the technique of flying away.

These are all junior disciples recruited from all over Jurong Maoshan, all of them are high-spirited and talented.

Although he has just entered the Taoist path, he is still far from becoming an immortal.

However, it is not difficult to see that when it comes to the word future, these people have a much more future than those wild immortals who ascended from the lower realm.

Bang bang bang.
Seeing Zhang Heng, a group of young disciples greeted him one after another, calling him Patriarch.

Because I just learned the art of flying away.

With this distraction, many people immediately fell down like dumplings, falling to the ground like puppies, grinning in pain and screaming.

Zhang Heng felt pain when he saw it.

"Master Zhang, I heard that you ascended from the ancestral land. Is the ancestral land fun?"

There is shame.

Naturally, there is also a moon with extraordinary talents, and the moon is full of stars.

Several girls with better faces stood on the flying sword or stepped on the magic weapon, flying around Zhang Heng, looking at him curiously and longingly.

"Ancestral land!"

Zhang Heng shook his head: "It's not fun, the lower realm is very small, not even one-ten-thousandth the size of Jurong Maoshan in the Earth Immortal Realm."

Hear this.

A female disciple in yellow clothes with a tender face asked strangely: "Patriarch, since the ancestral land is very small, why are there so many outstanding people who can cultivate so much?"

Zhang Heng replied: "Time, fate, and luck. I don't know if you have ever been to a mortal dynasty. If you have been, you will find that when the secular imperial power changes, and the founding emperor raises troops, the family fortunes that first gather around you are often The most powerful thing is that there will be general county and cabinet township for this reason, if it is true, isn’t it an exaggeration for a small county to have hundreds of generals?”

The woman in yellow seemed to understand after listening to it: "Patriarch, you mean that the ancestral land is the foundation of my Maoshan, and the luck is concentrated, and it is destined to have sages. Is this the truth?"

"That's right."

Zhang Heng looked at the group of 20-year-old sect descendants, and said with a smile: "It's good to have the ancestral land in the ancestral land, and the superiority in the upper world. You don't need to care about these distinctions. You just need to practice hard, and you will be better for yourself in the future." Zongmen share their worries."

Whoosh whoosh.
Young monks gathered in groups, and under the leadership of the elders of Chuangong Hall, they flew far away in a frolicking manner: "Father Master, we went to practice flying."

Watching the backs of the crowd.

Zhang Heng was filled with emotions for a while.

He was also young back then, learning how to fly for the first time, flying ninety thousand miles in one day.

Pay homage to the ancestors of Maoshan.

The lights are bright, and Maoshan will be passed down forever.

This is the inheritance.

Zhang Heng stood in the void and watched quietly for a long time.

under the eyes.

The teenagers are playing and fighting, and the girls are chattering.

There is also the childhood sweetheart, flying side by side, holding hands from time to time when everyone is not paying attention, breaking up with a touch, and smiling back.

"Youth!"

I do not know how long it has been.

Zhang Heng came back to his senses, and walked slowly towards the Jade Ax Secret Realm, muttering in his mouth: "At that time, I was young and my clothes were thin, and I was riding a horse leaning on a leaning bridge."

Time does not leave people.

Zhang Heng was a little lost in thought, if his portal didn't open on the plane of the Republic of China, but at the foot of Jurong Mountain.

Will he also be like these juniors, worship Maoshan, have a junior sister who is full of eyes on him, fly side by side together every day, sit on the clouds, watch the sunset, and secretly hold hands?

Shake his head.

How can there be so many ifs.

Faint yellow sky.

Fortune has treated him well, so don't be greedy.

"Grandfather."

Jade Ax Secret Realm.

It is the residence of Xu Hui, the fourth generation patriarch of Maoshan.

Right now Lord Damao is in charge of the Yin Division, cleaning up the officials, and he doesn't care about Maoshan.

Therefore, the ancestor Xu Hui took charge of Jurong and took charge of the fairy mansion.

to be frank.

This is also Zhang Heng's first visit to Jade Ax Secret Realm.

Contrary to what he imagined, there is no misty celestial light or celestial energy in the Jade Ax Secret Realm.

There is only an endless bamboo grove. Patriarch Xu Hui sits cross-legged in the center of the bamboo grove, leaning on it, with a purple bamboo behind him.

"Ok?"

Feel Zhang Heng's arrival.

Patriarch Xu Hui opened his eyes, half caring, half jokingly said: "You little monkey, just assigned you a fairy-level mine, and you didn't take care of it, why did you come to me again, didn't you come to fight the autumn wind again?" Bar?"

Uh.
Zhang Heng was a little embarrassed.

Borrowing and repaying, it is not difficult to borrow again, borrowing something from the sect, how can it be regarded as an autumn breeze.

"Patriarch, I just had some good tea."

"This tea is called Enlightenment tea. It is said that it is picked from the ancient tree of Enlightenment. Although it is useless to you, the patriarch, the taste is not bad. It is the most refreshing drink for playing chess and fishing."

Zhang Heng happily took out a jade box, and then called the Xiaodao boy who accompanied the bamboo forest, and said: "Take the water from the high-quality fairy spring and make it. Remember not to make the tea too old."

"Yes, Master Zhang."

Xiao Daotong bowed and saluted, and went to make tea with tea leaves.

But Patriarch Xu Huang didn't accept this favor, instead he became suspicious and said: "Last time you cried poorly, saying that the immortals on Hengmiao Peak were going to starve to death, and borrowed an unmined celestial-level mine from the sect forcibly. , Even if you don’t get rid of anything, now you actually bring tea to see me, is this a bit too heavy a gift, or are you going to borrow something to go back?”

Zhang Heng was a little embarrassed.

But he is a newcomer, even though he is assigned to a Hengmiao Peak, he is also called the Patriarch, and he has a tile to cover his head.

But his patriarch is nothing but a half-dry shallow well at most.

There are no people under his command, no money if he wants money, and how can he live without drawing water from the big river.

"Tell me, what else do you want?"

Patriarch Xu Huang was also helpless.

When he ascended to the ascension back then, Mr. Damao had just cured Jurong. They had nothing but passion and worked hard to build this foundation.

It's fine now.

The predecessors planted trees, and the descendants took the shade.

One patriarch per mouthful, you either want this or that.

Why didn't he catch up with such a good thing.

"hey-hey."

Zhang Heng is also not polite: "Patriarch, I have won the title of a sixth-rank butian captain. I am idle now, and I am going to go to the post when I turn around. It's just this"

Spread your hands.

In fact, Zhang Heng was also very helpless: "The Taoist soldiers under me are still useless. It's okay for me to go to Tianji Mansion to lose face, but when people say it, how can they say me? They must say something about you, Patriarch."

"Look, do you want me to assign some people to listen to me, so that I can look strong and save my reputation in Maoshan."

Master Xu Huang could tell.

No money this time.

We need people.

But having said that, although Captain Butian is not of high rank, he should not be in any danger.

Don't be afraid of [-], just in case.

Thinking of this, Daoist Xu Hui put on a straight face, nodded and said, "In that case, I will ask Taoist Bailu to accompany you as a care."

was talking.

Xiaodao boy holding a teapot came.

Daoist Xu Hui beckoned, pointed to the Taoist boy and said, "Bailu is my Taoist boy who has been practicing Qi and Dharma with me for 800 years. Luotian Realm, I should go somewhere for it."

"Patriarch, Tong'er misses you."

Daoist Bailu knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly.

"Don't talk nonsense, you are active by nature. You have lived with me in the secret realm all these years, and you are eager to see through the outside world every day. How could I not understand."

Master Xu Hui waved his hand: "I wanted to sharpen your temper, and then let you go out to be a mountain lord. Look at it now, joining Tianji, listening to the emperor, is also your fate, in the future"

After thinking for a while, Xu Zhenren said in a deep voice: "You will be counted as a registered disciple under my sect, and you will be included in the sequence of No. 70 disciples of Maoshan. In this generation, Zhang Heng is your chief senior brother. Now, go to your senior brother. Say hello."

"Master?"

Bailu Daotong was stunned for a while, as if he couldn't believe it was true.

After a while.

After reacting, he was overjoyed to say goodbye: "Disciple Bailu, please refer to Master, please refer to Senior Brother."

Zhang Heng nodded slightly, and then said, "Junior Brother, I don't think you are human?"

Daoist Bailu felt a little inferior.

Uneasy and afraid to speak.

Now humanity should prosper, and all races should be hidden.

Maoshan is also a pure fairy gate of the human race. Immortal deer like it are generally treated as guardians of mountains and auspicious beasts. It is very difficult to rank among the gate walls.

Although Zhang Heng's cultivation base is not high.

But it is the Maoshan Patriarch who entered the Patriarch Hall, the No. 70 generation master, and the chief senior brother of the No. 70 generation disciples.

Now it is classified as the No.70 generation disciple of Maoshan.

In name, it is a head shorter than Zhang Heng, not to mention, it was just a Taoist boy next to a real person, not even a disciple.

"You can rest assured."

Seeing Bailu Daotong's appearance, Zhang Heng knew that he had guessed correctly: "I have no prejudice against these, and you will join me in Tianji from now on, and be my deputy general."

"Yes, brother."

Bailu Daotong turned his worries into joy and cheered up.

next second.

The Taoist robe on his body fell off, and he turned into a young general of seventeen or eighteen years old, with red lips and white teeth, and wearing white armor. He was really heroic.

"Junior brother is a good showman."

Seeing Bailu Daotong's dignified appearance, Zhang Heng couldn't help but praise him: "I'm afraid Zhao Zilong in Changshan in the past was like this."

Bailu Daotong didn't know who Changshan Zhao Zilong was.

But Zhang Heng's words can still be heard, and he said happily: "Brother, I don't know, I have the blood of a beast, and my ancestors are the nine-colored deer who followed the emperor Shennong."

"Nine-Colored Divine Deer!"

Zhang Heng nodded: "It's no wonder that junior brother is so young. He was certified as a Luo Tianshangxian when he was less than two thousand years old. It seems that he also has extraordinary blood."

Bailu Daotong said bitterly: "Senior brother, blood is both an increase and a limit. It is a great fortune for me to be able to prove the position of Luo Tianshangxian, but it will be very difficult to go further in the future."

Zhang Heng thought for a while.

That's exactly what happened.

Some descendants of divine beasts were born to be immortals.

Among them, the best ones, such as the heirs of the real dragon and the heirs of the phoenix, started out as celestial beings, or even Luo Tianshangxian.

But if you start high, your subsequent growth will become very difficult. Most of your own strength depends on your parents.

If your parents are golden immortals, then you will be Luo Tianshangxian when you become an adult.

If your parents are Luo Tianshangxian, you will be a celestial being when you grow up.

Talking about crossing levels and surpassing the source of blood, it is not impossible, but very rare.

In theory.

The blood of Daoist White Deer comes from the Nine-color Divine Deer of the Golden Immortal level.

for it.

Earth immortals, heavenly immortals, it's a matter of course.

Going up, Luotian Shangxian worked hard and had a chance, but Jinxian basically didn't have to think about it.

"The Nine-Colored Divine Deer is the mount of the Emperor Shennong, right?"

Think of Bailu Daoist's background.

Zhang Heng's thoughts were wandering: "Isn't my junior brother running very fast?"

"Brother."

"Ok?"

Look back.

Bailu Taoist was looking at him warily: "I won't give you a ride."

"Ok?"

Zhang Heng was stunned.

His mind, or innate inspiration?

The beast is really extraordinary.

(End of this chapter)