I have been experimenting with medicine in the Palace of Longevity for 30 years

Chapter 141 Let's make a move!
"This life is a foregone conclusion, and even me, there is no way to change it."

He Pingan paused for a moment, and then said solemnly: "But in the next life, I can let the two of you reconnect with each other."

"Forever and ever, never to be separated again."

"Also, I can let you guys meet now!"

"Is what you said true?"

Hearing He Ping'an's words, Roland raised her tear-stained pretty face in surprise.

"Poverty is a martial sage."

He Ping'an's eyes were full of arrogance, and the implication was that a dignified martial arts saint, how could he lie to you, a girl.

"Please let the immortal master do it!"

Roland seemed to feel that he had nothing to lie to. Looking at the person in front of him, if he was a lust, how could he talk so much nonsense to him, so he hurriedly said.

"Okay, just wait a moment, for such a thing, both men and women must agree."

He Pingan opened his mouth and said, and then pinched a formula with his fingers, silently using the technique of connecting the ghosts, communicating with the ghosts, and shouted loudly: "Zhang Zhaojun, don't show up yet!"

As the voice fell, a phantom of a scholar in green shirt appeared in front of the two of them.

"Zhang Lang, it's really you!"

Roland couldn't believe his eyes. He didn't expect that this sloppy Taoist could really bring Zhang Zhaojun's soul back to the world.

"Lan Xin."

Zhang Zhaojun glanced casually, and he had already seen the shadow of the longing girl.

He looked at Roland's heart with burning eyes. Although the twenty-eight girl was thirty-eight years old, her face remained the same, only the sorrow in her brows remained unabated.

He Ping'an's eyes focused on the ghost body of the scholar in blue. He was not wearing armor, but he was full of yin. This Zhaojun was already a fifth-rank ghost cultivator at this time.

After a moment of silence, Roland had tears in his eyes, and said first, "Zhang Lang, are you okay after all these years?"

Zhang Zhaojun choked up and said, "Okay, I'm alright, but you've lost a lot of weight."

While speaking, he waved his hand to help Roland wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

At the third level of ghost cultivation, the ghost body can already be transformed into a real body, and can affect external objects.

It is no longer a third-rank ghost cultivator, unable to touch the real thing.

"Cough cough."

When the mood of one person and one ghost calmed down, He Pingan coughed softly, interrupting the tenderness of the two.

It's enough to eat dog food for a while, you two are here to flirt with each other, but you have considered the feelings of this single martial artist.

"Junior Zhang Zhaojun, meet senior!"

Zhang Zhaojun was not as short-sighted as Luo Lanxin, and he saw He Pingan's extraordinaryness at a glance, and immediately bowed down.

"There's no need to be too polite, I recalled you from the Netherworld to end the relationship between the two of you."

He Ping'an waved Zhang Zhaojun up, and then introduced the general function of the concentric lock to the two of them.

Hearing this, Roland smiled happily, and the haze seemed to dissipate from his pretty face.

"Can the juniors refuse?"

At this moment, Zhang Zhaojun suddenly spoke.

"Hey"

He Ping'an's expression darkened immediately. The two young men were more difficult to speak than the other. Just as Roland's heart was settled, Zhang Zhaojun made himself a problem again.

"Zhang Lang, you have already."

Roland looked at Zhang Zhaojun with disbelief on her face. She didn't believe that Zhang Zhaojun changed his mind after these few years.

"Lan Xin, you should trust me."

Zhang Zhaojun looked pale and explained, "But now is not the time."

"why?"

Before Roland could open his mouth, He Pingan interjected first, "Is it because of changes in the Netherworld?"

"Senior, do you know?"

Zhang Zhaojun looked at He Pingan in surprise.

"Yes, I do know something, but not very clearly."

He Pingan looked at Zhang Zhaojun and said, "But since you're here, I should know everything."

In his opinion, Zhang Zhaojun is a fifth-rank ghost cultivator, so he should know a lot more.

Sure enough, upon hearing this, Zhang Zhaojun quickly said, "This junior knows everything."

Then tell what you know.

Ever since Houtu was injured that year, Yin Changsheng, the ghost of the nether world, joined forces with the great masters of the Buddhist world to defeat Houtu and win half of the human book.

But the other two ghosts and gods did not accept Yin Changsheng, and joined hands to resist Yin Changsheng. Since then, a century-old war has begun in the Netherworld.

At the beginning, the scale was relatively small, but in the past ten years, the war has intensified and has swept over half of the nether world, and even the six realms of reincarnation have been affected.

Every year, only half of the dead souls are lucky enough to be reincarnated.

The remaining half of the dead souls were basically captured by the three major ghosts and gods.

"So it is."

He Pingan nodded, so that it can explain why Zhang Zhaojun and the villagers of Gusong Village have passed away for many years and have not yet reincarnated.

"Zhang Zhaojun, whose subordinate are you now?"

He Pingan asked.

"I am now the assistant of Song Baihong, the ghost fairy under the seat of Du Ziren, the ghost god of the underworld."

Zhang Zhaojun said.

"Song Baihong?"

He Pingan's face suddenly became strange, and he continued, "Does she have a younger brother named Song Mi?"

"Hey, Senior also knows him."

Zhang Zhaojun said in surprise.

"Hehe, I have heard a little bit about it, and speaking of it, there are some origins."

He Ping'an asked, "I remember that some time ago, the head of the Song family was crushed by someone?"

"Are you dead?"

When Zhang Zhaojun heard this, he took a careful look at He Pingan, and the ghost trembled suddenly, and said, "Could it be that senior is that Martial Saint San Crazy?"

"Yes, it's me."

He Pingan nodded, there is nothing to deny about this.

Zhang Zhaojun hastily bowed deeply, and then said: "It would be great if the hands were more focused then, senior."

"Huh..." He Pingan looked at Zhang Zhaojun in surprise, thinking that he was going to say something that was at odds with him and that he wanted to avenge the sect master Song.

Who knew, this fellow would actually talk like this
"What do you mean, that guy is still alive?"

He Pingan asked.

"It is true that he is not dead."

Zhang Zhaojun explained: "Song Baihong served as a vanguard general under the seat of the ghost god Du Ziren. He respected the virtuous and respected soldiers. He loved the ghost soldiers and generals under his command very much, and was deeply loved by the generals in the army."

"On the contrary, it was her younger brother, Song Mi, who relied on his sister's prestige and often bullied Goodness. Fortunately, in the Netherworld, General Song strictly controlled him, so he didn't have many chances to make trouble."

"Just a hundred years ago, taking advantage of the chaos in the netherworld, he fled to the human world and founded the Ten Thousand Ghosts Gate to harm the common people."

"After being discovered by the seniors and crushing the ghost body, General Song expended his own yin energy to heal the ghost body for it, and then begged Du Ziren, the ghost god, to revive Song Mian after 500 years of self-impairment."

"But after Song Mian was resurrected, he didn't stop. He set up the Wan Gui Sect in the army, recruited a group of ghost soldiers and generals who were doing evil, and made chaos everywhere, making the army a mess."

He Pingan asked curiously: "If that's the case, Song Baihong doesn't care?"

Zhang Zhaojun explained: "General Song has been in seclusion since he rescued Song Mi. It is said that it is to stabilize his cultivation, otherwise he may fall into the realm of ghosts and immortals."

"Hehe, no wonder you just said why I didn't do it harder."

"However, to put it bluntly, Song Baihong, the ghost fairy, is to blame for all of this. If she hadn't helped her younger brother, how could these things happen?"

He Pingan smiled and said, fortunately this Song Baihong is not married, otherwise I don't know which good man will be dragged down by him.

"Fellow Brother Demon?"

Zhang Zhaojun asked curiously.

"It's a nickname in our hometown for elder sisters who protect younger brothers."

He Pingan said casually, then changed the subject and asked, "What does this have to do with the matter between you and Roland?"

Roland also looked curious and looked over.

Zhang Zhaojun glanced at Roland's heart, and then said to He Ping'an through voice transmission: "The younger generation is worried that I will be lost in the chaos of the nether world, and unfortunately my soul will be scattered, which will delay Lan's heart."

(End of this chapter)