Xiu Xian: I can reincarnate in the heavens

Chapter 190 4000 Years Ago, The Immortal Holding the Ding, Sunward Realm (4k2, please subscribe)

In the hibiscus tree.

A Golden Crow egg was quietly born from the innate law within it.

Its eggshell is like a cast of gold, and it is imprinted with bright lines of gods.Like the strongest thing in the world.

Xu Xing's spirit tried to get close to the Golden Crow Egg.Unexpectedly, the Golden Crow Egg, emitting this frightening light and protected by an extremely powerful forbidden law, did not prevent Xu Xing's spirit from approaching.

The golden eggshell imprinted with divine patterns, like the surface of water, was easily infiltrated by Xu Xing.

In just a split second, after feeling a little uncomfortable in his soul, he completely controlled the life in this golden crow egg.

The hibiscus tree is him.

He is also the life in the golden crow's egg.

"I can practice Immortal Dao and Physical Martial Dao at the same time..."

After having a physical body, as soon as Xu Xinglue performed his exercises, he instantly found the sense of aura in the dark, and attracted the innate essence from the surrounding Golden Crow's eggs to pour into his body.

And pull the aura to gather outside the mulberry tree.

"It's just a pity that the innate source is still weak."

"That's right, the fruit of the Dao is the cause instead of the effect. What you get is the higher 'essence'. In terms of quantity, it is naturally not as good as the real innate birth..."

In less than a few days, under the operation of Xu Xing's Immortal Dao technique, he plundered all the innate energy that was conceived in the Golden Crow's egg.

His cultivation base is very fast, and he has reached the late stage of congenital, and he is only one step away from building an immortal foundation.

"One life, two bodies..."

"This special existence can also allow me to practice ghost and immortal skills and bathe in thunder."

"This is the creation of heaven and earth, it is extremely wonderful."

After arriving at Immortal Base, Xu Xing's soul was also nourished by the cultivation base of Immortal Dao.

He solidified the [Spiritual Derivation Body], and his spiritual cultivation level instantly reached the Seven Tribulations Ghost Immortal.

The ghosts of the Seven Tribulations, the Eighth Tribulations, and the Nine Tribulations, these ghosts and immortals of the Three Tribulations, all need to bathe in the thunder and calamity to absorb the pure yang power.

Thereby purifying Yangshen.

It can be said that thunder calamity is both a catastrophe and a blessing to ghosts and immortals.

"After the Seven Tribulations of Ghost Immortals, you can refine and refine corpses and walk in the world."

"However, there are many strong people in Emperor Jin's world. Although I don't know why they are all mortals here, and the system is also biased towards mortals..."

"But this place is a treasure land for me. I will go out after at least reaching the sun-climbing state..."

Xu Xing could bear the loneliness.

……

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Blossom.

In a blink of an eye, more than 50 years have passed.

Although Wang Wenzhen is an official and has a unique status, the clansmen in Shangjiang Village send people to clean up the old house of Wang's family every year.

But as time passed, Wang Wenzhen never returned, and this former humble house gradually became desolate and dilapidated, becoming a ruined site.

"Qiao Niang..."

On this day, a carriage stopped at the entrance of Shangjiang Village.An old man tremblingly got off the carriage, and he was helped by a strong servant to the front of the old Wang's house.

"Back then I farmed and studied, you weaved to support the family, the husband sang and the wife followed..."

"It's a pity that my luck was not good, and it happened that I won the exam for the fourth time."

"If I've been on the list for the first three times, you and I will still be a loving couple..."

Wang Wenzhen opened the rusty copper lock and walked into the former mansion.

He looked at the dilapidated and dusty spinning wheel in the house, and he burst into tears.

Fifty years later, even if there was any hatred in his heart, it gradually disappeared.

"You ask me why I forgave my neighbors but not you..."

"Because the kindness of the neighbors is kindness. But you and I are one husband and wife... If you plan, you will hurt the relationship. You abandoned me and made me a laughing stock in the village. Which man in the world can not hate..."

Wang Wenzhen muttered to herself.

"My lord, I have found out about Madam's tomb."

At this time, the strong servant approached and bowed to Wang Wenzhen with a respectful attitude.

He saw that Wang Wenzhen's face seemed to be moved, so he said again: "I have ordered the villagers to clean up the weeds on the road now...Master, you can go there in a sedan chair..."

As a servant, the reason why he can become the steward of Wangfu in the capital.It's because of his eyesight.

"not see!"

Wang Wenzhen shook his head, he wiped away the remaining tears from his eyes, and said with a sneer: "The old man broke up with her back then, and he came to the old house to pay tribute to her, because the old man valued his affection, not forgiving her."

"Stupid village woman, short-sighted, such a person deserves to be lonely for the rest of her life..."

After the words fell, the villagers of Shangjiang Village, who had heard the news, stood at the door and looked at each other in blank dismay.

They didn't expect Wang Wenzhen to be so heartless.He even refused to go to the grave to worship.

The housekeeper hesitated to speak.

He thought what Wang Wenzhen said was angry.The servants of the Wang Mansion all know that the master is a kind person, he doesn't beat and scold the servants, his wages are higher than those of Beppu, and there are rewards in every season.

He is even more affectionate to the wife of the capital.Because my wife likes to eat pear soup made from sweet pears in southern Sichuan, the master will write to the official in southern Sichuan every year, asking him to send a basket of high-quality pears.

"The old man has given her gold and silver to repay this kindness..."

Wang Wenzhen shook her head, talking to herself.

He no longer hated Zhou Qiaoniang in his heart.But without hatred, it doesn't mean that Zhou Qiaoniang is forgiven.

Furthermore, if you go to worship Zhou Qiaoniang, it will inevitably make the old wife in the mansion sad.

"Clean the yard..."

"The old man will stay for one night."

Wang Wenzhen ordered.

Life at seventy is rare since ancient times.At this age, he also knows that he doesn't have much to live for.So I went back to the old house once.

"Yes, sir."

The official of Wang's mansion nodded, and ordered the accompanying servants to start cleaning the old house.

The fallen leaves in the courtyard and the soil clods from the collapsed walls were cleaned up one by one.

Although the old things in the house are rotten, they can barely live in after tidying up.

"This mulberry tree is worth three days after my marriage with my late wife, and it is as graceful as a cover now..."

After cleaning, it was sunset and dusk.When Wang Wenzhen walked out of the humble house, she was filled with emotion when she saw that there was only one green and tall mulberry tree left in the courtyard.

He lost his mother since childhood, and his family was poor, so his biological father has been a widower and never remarried.

Although my father was proficient in literature, he failed many times.

The postnatal father passed away early....

He served mourning for several years and cut firewood to subsidize his family. At the age of 17, a matchmaker talked about marriage, and married Zhou Qiaoniang as his first wife.

Zhou Qiaoniang is a well-known virtuous girl in eight villages. After marrying him, she asked him to transplant a mulberry tree on the mountain so that she could raise silkworms and weave cloth for him to study...

Stop outside.

Soon, old scenes of the past appeared before Wang Wenzhen's eyes one by one.

Qiao Niang picked mulberries, and he read under the eaves, and the two looked at each other and smiled.

"That's it, that's it..."

"The past is over."

Wang Wenzhen shook her head and sighed.

He caressed the mulberry tree, and saw the mottled moonlight shining on his robe through the tree top canopy, he couldn't help being startled.When I looked up, I realized that the night was already dark.

After this stop, several hours passed from afternoon to night.

"Sir, it's time to rest."

The butler approached and put a robe over Wang Wenzhen's shoulders.

……

……

The moonlight poured into the Wang family's old house like a veil, illuminating everything brightly.

From the mulberry tree with deep and leafy roots in the corner, a green-robed scholar stepped out from the crown of the tree.He is like an illusory soul, but under the moonlight, it appears extremely solid.

"According to these servants of the Wang family and neighbors, Wang Wenzhen is now a senior official, so ask him some news about this place..."

Xu Xing's soul came out of his shell and drifted to the inner room where Wang Wenzhen was resting.

In his previous life, he had explored the world of Emperor Jin.Knowing that although immortals and mortals are separated in Jindi's world, it has not yet reached the state where immortals and mortals do not interfere with each other like Fengxi Kingdom...

If immortals and mortals influence each other, no matter how remote this place is, it is absolutely impossible that there are few legends about immortals.

These are all untrue remarks.

Furthermore, Emperor Jin World has the inheritance of qi and blood martial arts.Ordinary people can also practice.It's not that when he looks up, he is all ordinary people.

In the courtyard, more than a dozen strong men in blue clothes patrolled with long knives and lanterns, but none of them could detect Xu Xing's trace.

"Wang Wenzhen..."

"I ask you, what is this place? Are there warriors and ghosts in the capital?"

Xu Xing waved his sleeve robe, first set up a sound-proof array in the inner room to shield the perception of the patrolling servants from the outside, and then cast the enchantment spell to ask Yu Wang Wenzhen.

With his cultivation level, he can perform the soul search technique faster.

But he is not some kind of murderous magic cultivator.

60 years ago, Wang Wenzhen moved him from the mountain to Wang's house.Although this move was unintentional, and his mulberry leaves were also collected..., but he was moved to this place with spiritual veins, which is not a small acceptance of Wang Wenzhen's kindness....

It's fine if you don't answer.

If he does something that harms others..., then his Taoism these years will be considered in vain.

"There are warriors who can fly over walls and fight against ten with one, but...there is no such thing as a warrior with blood and blood that the immortals talked about..."

"As for ghosts, Wang has never heard of them."

Wang Wenzhen stood up unsteadily, and saluted Xu Xing, the "immortal".

Although his mind is blurred at the moment, he still has the most basic thinking.

"Warrior? The ghost is gone?"

Xu Xing frowned.

Shangjiang Village is a remote place, so it's fine if you don't know the supernatural power.

However, the Dali Dynasty that Wang Wenzhen belonged to had a territory four or five times the size of the Fengxi Kingdom he ruled, so it was not considered a small country.How could there be no warriors and ghosts in the territory.

In addition, Wang Wenzhen's official position is not low.Although begging for bones to resign now, when he was in office, he was also the Shangshu of the Ministry of Industry from the third rank....

"Wang may have guessed what the elder said. According to historical records, a thousand years ago, there was a major change in Li Dynasty, which was a natural disaster."

Wang Wenzhen told about his experience.

In the Dali dynasty, he was also considered an important member of the civil service.Official historians can't avoid the senior officials of these six departments when they compile history.In addition to the need to provide various historical materials, it is also necessary to make supplements to the historical manuscripts.

"Four thousand and 130 years ago, on that day, a meteorite brought fire from the sky to leave the court, causing a catastrophe. More than half of the capital city was burned down, and the number of casualties among the people is unknown..."

"Moreover, this fire is hard to extinguish. It burns up countless rivers and turns Li Dynasty into a piece of red earth..."

"Fortunately, an immortal saved the world. He held a three-legged bronze round tripod, collected meteorites into the tripod, and extinguished the sky fire."

"But this record is too ridiculous."

"Wang ordered the historian to delete this record, so as not to confuse the world."

Wang Wenzhen stroked the three strands of clear beard and said.

This was something he was quite proud of. He fought against the Confucians at the court meeting and forced the historian to delete this record.

After all, the child is silent and strange.

Such absurd and bizarre stories recorded in history books are misleading future generations.

"Fairy..."

"Three-legged round tripod..."

Xu Xing pondered.

He speculated that this natural disaster might be the reason why the Dali Dynasty lost its extraordinary power.

"However... after the natural disaster, even if the warriors and ghosts die, the inheritance will not be cut off. There is not even a single warrior or ghost, unless... there is a problem with the spiritual energy, and this place is a land of absolute spirits..."

He had this bold guess in his mind.And I feel more and more that this guess should be true.

When he was in the blood-born world, he was almost disconnected from the top monks killed by King Li Hong of Chu.But when he left the blood-born world and went to the Jindi world, some masters still grew up.

In the final analysis, the soil is there, even if what grows is weeds, heresy, but something will eventually grow...

Unless it is a land of absolute spirits!
"Then... the spiritual veins of the Wang family..."

Xu Xingfa looked at the spiritual veins in the ground, and combed along the veins of the spiritual veins.

Not long after, he noticed something strange.

This energy vein extends downward from the green hills next to Shangjiang Village, and the more you go to the forest, the more energy veins there are.At the foot of the mountain, there are almost no energy veins.

It's just that here in Wang's family, some kind of great luck has been achieved, and several Qi meridians converge, attracting spiritual power, and forming a small spiritual meridian here.

Qi veins are not equal to spiritual veins.Qi veins draw inspiration, and at the intersection of Qi veins, spiritual veins will be born by luck.

"Immortals live in the mountains, not ordinary people. These mountains hide the last heritage of this place..."

Xu Xing had a guess instantly.

"Are there any more records about the immortal who saved the world with a tripod?"

He asked Wang Wenzhen again.

If there is no accident, the spiritual veins gathered in these mountains are inseparable from the natural disaster.

"Yes, there are records..."

Wang Wenzhen thought hard about her memory, "It is rumored that the Wuyi mountain range was made of bronze tripods by this immortal. Back then, there were no such massive mountains. This place is called Xinglong Mansion..."

"4000 years..."

Xu Xing gazed through the doors and windows, and landed on the endless mountain ranges.

No matter how you look at it, this mountain range does not seem to have been formed in just over 4000 years.

4000 years, although it is a long time, but it is not the same as the vicissitudes of life.Unless, that immortal has supreme magic power.

The more absurd it is, the closer it is to the truth.

Although Xu Xing didn't quite believe in the matter of the immortal leaving the tripod.But he didn't deny the possibility of it in his heart.

"At the court meeting, Liu Historian once said that some sages saw a portrait in a cave in the Wuyi Mountains. It was a mural that recorded the disaster of that day..."

"It's just that Liu Shiguan doesn't know where the cave is. It's just nonsense."

Wang Wenzhen added.

"Cave paintings..."

Xu Xing plans to go into the mountains to explore in the future to find out the truth.

When he was parting from Shi Yuyan in the previous life, he also learned about some forces in Emperor Jin's world from Shi Yuyan.

Jindi world is generally ruled by various shrines.For example, the Black Mountain Sect in Yinshui County belongs to the Shenmu Si family.And the Shenmu Si family is a force in Qiming Shenfu.

It is a strange thing to leave the court and not be ruled by the Shenfu.

"Don't think about it anymore..."

Xu Xing saw Wang Wenzhen pondering for a long time without saying a word, so he knew in his heart that this was probably all Wang Wenzhen knew.

So with a wave of his sleeve robe, he undid the ecstasy technique cast on Wang Wenzhen's body, and separated a thought of his own, turned it into pure power of the soul, and sent it to Wang Wenzhen's Niwan Palace.

Moisturized by this pure thought, Wang Wenzhen can live an extra 20 years at least.

After doing these things.

Xu Xing passed through the wall without hindrance, returned to the mulberry tree, and continued to practice hard work in closed doors.

After more than 50 years of practice, he has reached the late stage of the Danfu state, and is only one step away from the Yang state.

"It seems...someone came to the old man? Is it a dream? It should be a nightmare."

"Getting older……"

Wang Wenzhen, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly woke up on the bed.He touched his forehead and saw a lot of cold sweat on his forehead, thinking he had another nightmare.

He didn't know that the soul of the mulberry tree in the courtyard looked for him once.

(End of this chapter)