The city of misty fog, starting to evolve from the cobra

Chapter 155 The New Ancestor Qingshan
A deity makes a mountain, not its altitude.

Lequan Mountain, a famous mountain with a radius of [-] li, is not the most precipitous and majestic Dayue Mountain. It is only famous because it is the "Green Mountain Gate" of the sect of cultivating immortals.

In particular, there is a "Qingshan Taoist" here, which makes this place even more attention.

Qingshan Taoist is the founder of Qingshan Gate, who has lived for five hundred years. He is regarded as a living god on Lequan Mountain by villagers and common people in all directions. With pointers, I have cultivated the Immortal Art of Immortality with scales and claws.

But Qingshan Taoist is very strict in accepting apprentices, and he has not accepted a few apprentices for many years. Qingshanmen has few disciples so far, the number of disciples is only a few hundred, but their reputation is getting more and more attention. All the disciples of the sect are proud of being in Qingshanmen.

When Zhang Ji came back, it was early morning.

The dew on the tip of the grass is not yet dry, and the golden light from the rising sun casts a layer of golden light on Lequan Mountain, making it look extraordinarily sacred.

On the goat intestine path up the Qingshan Gate, a disciple saw Zhang Ji from a distance, and shouted joyfully: "The elder brother of the master is back, the elder brother of the master is back."

This is a female disciple, and her voice is particularly penetrating, spreading everywhere.

all of a sudden.

The figures on Lequan Mountain swayed, and many disciples rushed down the mountain, their faces full of joy and excitement.

Some of them are octogenarians, some are half-century-old women, and even young people with immature faces are looking at Zhang Ji curiously. It is obvious that they have just started and don't know Zhang Ji yet.

A woman with the appearance of Yujie came out more and more, looking at Zhang Ji eagerly and brilliantly, with a bit of shyness in her eyes, but also a bit of joy, and said:
"Brother, if you don't come back, we will go to Efenghai to look for you. It will take three months after you leave. Everyone is very worried about you."

Her tone was angry, but in fact she was full of concern and a little coquettish.

Zhang Ji recognized her as the elder sister of Qingshan Gate and his junior sister named Liu Qingzhu.

Her face was not as beautiful as that of the saint in red, and her skin was not as white and tender as that of the blood witch, but she had a pair of extremely sexy long legs.

These are the long legs that make even the Blood Witch look sideways.

Round and slender, sexy and enchanting, without the slightest bit of fat, her hips and waist are even more charming, making her the number one beauty in Qingshanmen and responsible for her appearance.

At this moment, she was standing in front of the Blood Witch, with a vague appearance of the sun and the moon competing for glory, which made the Blood Witch secretly surprised that there was such a beautiful woman in this corner of the small sect, who was enough to be on the Yunshan beauty list.

And she is also Zhang Ji's most enthusiastic suitor.

During the days when Zhang Ji went to Efenghai, she would take a look on the mountain road every day to see if Zhang Ji had come back, so she saw Zhang Ji as soon as he came back today.

Looking into her eyes, Zhang Ji suddenly had the feeling of seeing the jade lotus and snake girl. He couldn't help reaching out a gentle big hand to touch her head, and said with a smile: "I'm back, I don't have to worry about it anymore."

She rolled her cute big eyes and looked up at Zhang Ji's big hand touching her head, as if she couldn't believe that Zhang Ji had made such an intimate gesture towards her, and she felt joyful and happy.

But when she noticed the joking eyes of the brothers and sisters around her, she blushed suddenly, pinched the corner of her clothes and said, "Brother, there are so many people watching."

All around, the rest of the Qingshan Sect brothers burst out laughing, she couldn't bear it anymore, and ran up the mountain with her red face covered.

Zhang Ji couldn't help laughing either.

For a long time, he has been drinking blood, killing people like hemp, and swallowing anyone who is unhappy. All creatures, including humans, are evolutionary points on his way forward. He has not felt such a warm and harmonious atmosphere like today. up.

There was a rare peace and serenity in his heart, and even the mental power of that ray of tiger spirit altar actually grew a little bit stronger.

Zhang Ji was slightly surprised.

"Brother Sect Master, you are finally back. Master, the old man, has been waiting for you for a long time and said he has something to explain to you."

The third junior brother said, this is a middle-aged man named Chen Haishan, with a slightly dull expression, a simple and honest personality, self-disciplined and serious, and no smile.

When everyone was laughing just now, he was the only one who wasn't laughing.

Zhang Ji nodded and said: "Okay, I'll go there now."

He walked up the mountain, and all the disciples hurriedly gave way, and they were all curious when they saw the blood witch and the big Tibetan mastiff following him.

Especially the Blood Witch, who is naturally charming and seductive, and her frown and smile are touching. At this moment, she just showed a polite smile to the disciples of Qingshanmen, but many male disciples still had nosebleeds on the spot, covering their noses and backing away.

The third junior brother Chen Haishan reprimanded these shameful juniors. He regarded the blood witch as Zhang Ji's guest and invited her to rest in the welcome hall on the mountain.

"Eldest brother, what should we do with this dog?" Chen Haishan was a little uncertain.

Niu Dazhi also looked at Zhang Ji anxiously and nervously. He was afraid that Zhang Ji would not want him anymore. In this dangerous world, it would be safer to stay by Zhang Ji's side.

Zhang Ji kept walking and said: "It's my pet, named Xiao Hei, stay here at the mountain gate, build a kennel, and take care of the house."

Niu Dazhi was stunned when he heard the words, and prostrated on the ground with eyes full of grievances.

Lord Snake really treats me like a dog!

He couldn't help thinking of the white-haired Erha raised by Commander Hu San, and he seemed to be the same as it now.

The mountain road is long and narrow, and weeds emerge from the cracks in the stone steps.

There are garden pavilions on both sides, and the fruits and vegetables planted by the disciples are lush and lush. When Zhang Ji passed by, a female disciple was picking cucumbers with a vegetable basket. Seeing Zhang Ji, she quickly handed one to Zhang Ji with a smile.

"Brother please taste it!"

The houses and buildings are relatively old, with green sandalwood growing on the eaves. The only thing that looks relatively new is a hall on the square halfway up the mountain. It seems that it has just been renovated, and the roof tiles are still new, filled with the smell of wood.

Behind the side of the main hall, there is a waterfall spring in the middle of the mountain, and the water is rushing.

An old Taoist in Tsing Yi was sitting cross-legged by the water spring to fish, his back was facing Zhang Ji, and he was wearing a bamboo hat.

Zhang Ji saw him and recognized this old Taoist as his master, Taoist Qingshan.

Many years ago, he accepted himself and the saint in red as disciples. Later, the saint in red worshiped in the more powerful Yueyao Ancient Land. Zhang Ji was still practicing at Qingshanmen because of his ordinary physique.

Today, he is highly respected and has become the master elder brother of the Qingshan Sect.

In Qingshan Gate, besides Taoist Qingshan, he is the top leader, and is respected and loved by his disciples.

"Are you back?" Vicissitudes' hoarse voice came over.

"I'm back!" The young and steady voice replied.

"Sit! Go fishing with me!"

"it is good!"

Zhang Ji sat next to Taoist Qingshan. He didn't have much affection for this old Taoist. He might have had it in his predecessor, but he, a murderous and cold-blooded king cobra, was very indifferent.

After sitting down, there was nothing to say.

The cliff waterfall flew down, splashing white water and splashing, which wet the clothes of Taoist Qingshan, and the steaming water mist fell on his gray beard, and there were traces of mist.

He has high cheekbones, wrinkles like elm bark on his face, and many age spots. He is a very thin old man. He is fishing with his eyes closed. The blood vessels on the back of the hand holding the boom are thick and black like earthworms.

The wind blew, and the water mist drifted. He was motionless, breathing calmly and serenely, as if he had completely integrated into this world.

Looking at him, Zhang Ji suddenly had a strange feeling in his heart, as if this old man existed and did not exist.

The mental power of the tiger phase Lingtai sensed him, but there was nothing in front of him.

Zhang Ji couldn't help being horrified, a scarlet light flashed in his eyes, this old Taoist is absolutely as powerful as the sky, he is clearly in front of his eyes, but he seems to be in another world, and even the perception of the tiger's altar can't sense him The presence.

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Chapter 2

"On weekdays, eat more vegetarians and eat less meat. Eating too much meat is not good for your health!"

The old Taoist suddenly said something inexplicable.

Zhang Ji was stunned for a moment, then replied: "I have good teeth, and my appetite is not bad. Eating meat doesn't affect it."

The old Taoist sighed when he heard the words: "Young people are still stubborn, and the old man was as stubborn as you back then, but in the end he got a bloody head, and only then did he understand the meaning of my master's words back then."

Zhang Jidao: "People are different, and the roads are also different. No one knows what the scenery on the other side of the road is until the end."

The old man was silent, he flicked the fishing rod and continued fishing.

Zhang Jipan sat beside him, fishing with him.

As the sun sets and the moon rises, the bright moonlight shines down on the spring water of the waterfall, and the waves sparkle like broken silver beads. Two figures are reflected in it, an old man and a young man, swaying with the water waves.

Behind him, the third senior brother Chen Haishan and the second junior sister Liu Qingzhu came several times to prepare meals, but when they saw this scene, they all backed away quietly, not daring to disturb them.

The Blood Witch wanted to slip away quietly, but every time she walked to the gate of the mountain, she felt palpitations, as if there were invisible eyes staring at her on the mountain.

She was so scared that she came back obediently.

Next to the stone monument at the foot of the mountain, a spacious doghouse was built. Niu Dazhi lay in the doghouse, lying on his chin with his paws on his pillow, sleeping soundly, still muttering "Little sister, give me another one", and was caught by the dog. The disciple who happened to pass by heard it, this dog can actually speak human language?
He was so frightened that he rolled and climbed up the mountain.

With the return of Zhang Ji, the elder brother of the sect, Qingshanmen became more harmonious and peaceful, and the disciples practiced in an orderly manner.

The Blood Witch was bored, so she pointed out a few disciples who were cultivating. Her cultivation base and knowledge of the semi-holy realm of Heaven and Human Realm benefited everyone a lot.

Even Chen Haishan got the advice, broke through a small realm, and became more and more in awe of her in his heart.

The Blood Witch is outstanding in appearance and looks like a fairy. After subduing the blood witch's arrogance and obsequiousness, the rest of the disciples all like him, and they are all guessing whether he is the little lover of the senior brother in charge. She is the head wife.

Hearing these words in Liu Qingzhu's ears, she was so depressed and angry that she couldn't eat for several days.

"Crash~"

The silver thread trembled, grabbing an arowana out of the spring water, the fish's tail splashed and landed in the fish basket, but it was still dishonest, jumping up and down trying to escape.

"Skin!"

Taoist Qingshan uttered a word, flicked his fingers, Arowana immediately rolled his eyes and died immediately.

"After I died, I steamed this fish on my grave, put more onion, ginger and garlic, less salt, and set up a fresh-keeping array to keep it fresh for 1000 years, so that I can smell it underground for 1000 years .”

"Okay, remember."

"I love to listen to the songs of the Holy Maiden of Thousand Tones. After I die, I record her songs with the best recording stones, put them in my coffin, and play them on a loop. I will listen to them underground for 10 years."

"Okay, as long as the world is immortal for 10 years, just listen."

Zhang Ji nodded in agreement, Taoist Qingshan showed a kind smile, dropped the fishing rod, closed his eyes and said: "The time has come, I have to go."

"After 10 years, remember to dig me out to dry, I may die and come back to life!"

When he said this suddenly, his eyes became deep and terrifying, and the light of the sun, the moon and the stars flowed vaguely. Staring at Zhang Ji's eyes, he seemed to see the red snake shadow, but he was not surprised at all, as if Already knew all this.

"I called you back to teach you my strongest method."

"What method?"

""Nine Deaths Xuan Gong", also known as "Immortal Art", don't ask how strong it is, just look at me and you will know. Okay, this time I really have to go."

After finishing speaking, he lowered his head and died immediately.

Zhang Ji was about to ask where the Nine Deaths Xuan Gong was, but he saw two Tai Chi fish-like mysterious lights flying out from the chest of the old Taoist body, one blue and one black.

Cyan represents anger and black represents death.

The qi of life and death converged, forming a yin and yang fish shape, which landed on Zhang Ji's chest. Suddenly, a mysterious light rose from Zhang Ji's body.

There was a flash of light in his eyes, and he hurriedly sat cross-legged to comprehend.

Unknowingly, his aura is somewhat similar to that of the old Taoist. It seems that in this world, it can be perceived that this place is empty.

The night passed, and the dawn came.

There is an extra grave next to the waterfall spring, and the monument "Tomb of Taoist Qingshan" is erected. There are no flowers and fruits on the grave, but only a plate of steamed fish, more onions, ginger and garlic, less salt, densely covered with fresh-keeping arrays, maintaining the fragrance of vegetables for thousands of years.

The saint of Qianyin has not been found yet, and the song has no chance to be recorded for the time being. Zhang Ji can only hum the song "Wolf Loves the Sheep" by himself.

"I can't sing well, you just listen to it for the time being, and I will record her song for you when you find the saint of Qianyin." Zhang Ji whispered on the grave.

The "Nine Deaths Xuan Gong" passed down to him by the old Taoist was unexpectedly mysterious, and it must have a lot of background, and it could actually arouse his mental power of the tiger phase spirit platform.

Zhang Ji was very surprised, and it was very beneficial to practice for one night.

Moreover, after this skill enters the first realm, the position calibration can be carried out, which will help him send the location to the deity of the Snake King City, allowing him to come to this realm to hunt as soon as possible.

The earth can no longer meet his evolutionary needs.

"Master, go all the way!"

"Old Ancestor, we miss you and kowtow to you!"

The third junior brother Chen Haishan, the second junior sister Liu Qingzhu, and other disciples from the Qingshan Sect all came to see the old Taoist off, kowtowed and wept, sprinkled paper money and danced in the wind.

The Blood Witch has many talents, and she sings the suona to send the souls of the dead. The loud music resounds through Lequan Mountain and spreads to the surrounding villages and towns, and many people can't help crying.

The old fairy of Qingshanmen finally drove west!

Many people spontaneously came to see them off, and Lequan Mountain was very lively for a few days, and after the seven-day mourning period, it gradually returned to its former calm.

The newly renovated hall became Zhang Ji's ancestor hall.

"The old ancestor Qingshan is immortal, and the old ancestor has boundless mana!"

Zhang Jiduan sat on the top, wearing a green robe, and became the second Qingshan Patriarch of Qingshanmen, accepting the worship of all disciples.

Qingshan Gate cannot live without ancestors, this is a spiritual symbol.

"Chen Haishan is the head of the sect and handles all matters. From now on, my ancestor will practice in seclusion. Don't bother me if there are no major events of life and death." Zhang Ji announced that he wrote down Chen Haishan's name on the head's appointment book and stamped his own name. Old Ancestor Fayin.

Chen Haishan's face was serious and excited, and he promised that he would work hard to develop Qingshanmen and strengthen Qingshanmen.

After Zhang Ji gave a few words of encouragement with a smile, he took the Blood Witch into retreat. Second Junior Sister Liu Qingzhu hesitated for a moment, and followed in with a blushing face.

It is an unspoken rule in Yunshan's cultivation world to bring a maid to retreat. It usually takes decades or hundreds of years for a great person to practice in seclusion.

Therefore, it is very necessary to retreat with the maid and occasionally reconcile the yin and yang.

(End of this chapter)