Immortal, my aptitude is mediocre

Chapter 142 Eight years, at stake
The camp is stationed on this land, embellished with the prosperity of civilization in the vastness, like a ball of fire, making the ordinary glow bright.

And three or forty thousand miles away, on another camp, there are also alchemists from the medicine house overcoming thorns and thorns, casting their own glory.

Just last night, Shang Qu refined all the details of a camp, broke into the Foundation Establishment Realm, and became a second-tier alchemist.

"Okay, there is a successor in the medicine house."

After Chen Sheng received this letter, he was overjoyed and emotional, and his body trembled slightly.

As a result, he developed a feeling of being old.

Connecting the past and the future, if the medicine house wants to maintain its prosperity, there must be someone behind him to support it.

In the past, that person was Zhou Huang, but after Zhou Huang's death, there was no light at all.

After logistics and elixir supply strategy, Shang Qu seized the opportunity and successfully attacked the foundation establishment. He was extremely pleased.

In this way, after he abdicated, he lived up to the entrustment of Mr. Shen, and left a prosperous foundation for the alchemists in the medicine house.

"The younger generation, who can enter the rank of second-tier alchemist, is not born with great talent, but born in a thriving era, and has the spare energy to forge ahead. This is all due to the hard work of the elders, and they dare not be proud."

In the letter, Shang Qu behaved very modestly, without the slightest hint of anxiety. Maybe Zhou Huang had too much influence on him, and he thought that he was just a lucky one.

Being able to step into the realm of a second-tier alchemist was due to the flourishing luck of Yaolu, which just pushed him forward.

"Since I have entered the ranks of second-tier alchemists, it doesn't make much sense to stay in the camp. Go back to the medicine house and sit in charge for me and coordinate the four parties."

Chen Sheng said that he was diligent, and he let go of his duties and powers. Once he entered the second rank, it was a different situation.

Many things that must be handled by him can already be delegated to Shang Qu, and can also be used as practice to prepare for future successors.

In addition, there was another letter, but it was from Lu Zhu.

Chen Sheng smiled, and spread out the letter, paragraphs of text, lively and lovely, jumped out on the paper.

"I don't know why, it's only been seven or eight years since you left this time, but I still miss you a little. Maybe it's because I felt something in my heart after seeing a white hair growing from my sideburns."

"I wanted to go to Qingping Valley to find you, but was stopped by the senior officials of Xianzong."

"Tell me, did you make a move to let me sit in Baiyufeng all the time? Many elders from the outer sect like me were sent out to fight."

"Although I'm a little angry that you made decisions for me without my consent, but because you care about me, I forgive you, hehe."

Chen Sheng's eyes touched every word on the letter, and his eyes were full of smiles. He only changed slightly when he saw Lu Zhu complaining that a strand of white hair had grown out, suppressed the thoughts in his heart, and continued to read , a smile appeared in his eyes again.

"When the war on my side is over, I will go back. You should stay in Xianzong and don't go out."

He raised his hand, and replied another letter, the words were gentle, without any sharpness in the strokes, and he could see the tenderness in his heart.

The fact that Luzhu was sitting in Baiyufeng was what he specifically asked Chen Ergou to do. There are too many variables, and it is safer to stay at the base camp.

……

Time, spent in the noise.

Over the years, the camp has experienced big and small winds and rains, and it has always stood firm. The foundation has become more and more stable, and it has gradually grown into a prominent force.

At that time, Zhang Lu was old, his hair became dry and gray, his body was rickety, and his blood was so weak that he could be called an old man.

"In the past 25 years, I have no regrets, and I am very happy. I only regret that I met my boss too late, and I can't follow for a few more years."

At the age of 110 years old, looking at the towering fortress like a city, he felt a little excited in his heart, but due to his physical and mental exhaustion, he really couldn't do much.

Middle-aged cultivating Taoism, experienced several ups and downs, and several of them narrowly escaped death, hurting the source.

He could already feel the breath of death.

Looking back on his experience in his later years, he is very proud. In the first seven years, he ran for the camp, built the initial framework, and filled it up little by little.

In the next 18 years, he was favored by his boss and handled the chores of the camp, and received a lot of respect and courtesy.

To this day, his traces are spread all over the camp, and he has been able to get rid of the knot of "rootless duckweed".

Even if he died now, he would claim to be a man of foundation.

"Who said it wasn't."

In the tone of Alchemist Ye, there was a hint of sigh. After all, he was a bit short, and stopped at the threshold of a second-tier alchemist.

It's not that I can't move forward anymore, but that I'm getting older and inherently limited, and I'm stuck on the road to progress.

Many times, he wondered if it would have been different if he had met Chen Sheng a few years earlier.

"Hey, I don't have any regrets like yours, my grandson has grown up."

Liao Zuofeng didn't have much emotion. In the seventh year after he entered the camp, he brought his grandson here to practice alchemy. After many years, he had already left the teacher.

From casual cultivator to alchemist, it is a qualitative leap, and it is a great blessing for future generations to have this opportunity.

Even if the grandson is not allowed to enter the medicine house in the end, he is rich enough to practice.

"In the camp, there are more and more people, but the original backbone is getting scarcer."

Chen Sheng looked down at the entire camp. The spiritual grass was lush and green, growing wildly like weeds. The number of monks stationed has tripled and tripled, and all of them are powerful characters.

Everything is good, but familiar faces are rare.

He saw Zhang Lu, who was the first person to enter the camp. He was already filled with a strong sense of death, obviously his time was approaching.

This is considered lucky, all must have survived, and more people died directly in the fight.

The first batch of immortal cultivators recruited are still alive, except for a few alchemists such as Ye Danshi, there are no more than a handful of people who are still alive.

"It's my boss. He's still so young. He's looking at me, is he feeling sorry for me?"

Zhang Lu saw Chen Sheng, who was extremely handsome, vaguely the same as 25 years ago, without any signs of aging.

He bowed far away, and the number of meetings since then should not be many, it can be regarded as saying goodbye to this respectable host in advance.

"Whoosh..."

Outside the sky, someone came with a sword, his figure was slender, his black hair half covered his handsome face, his eyebrows and eyes were revealed, but they were sharp and indifferent.

It's Zhao Mang!
With a thought in Chen Sheng's mind, the formation of the barracks dispersed, and Zhao Mang flew in, like a vigorous dragon, landing in front of him.

"Langya Immortal Sect will launch a general attack to destroy my Qingping Valley."

Zhao Mang's first sentence was bad news among bad news, Langya Immortal Sect will use all the power of this place to launch a terrifying battle, intending to sweep away the barrier of Guangxiu Immortal Sect.

"No, how could the situation be so turbulent."

Chen Sheng was puzzled, the situation of the battle went back and forth, and it had entered a stalemate.

It stands to reason that it shouldn't collapse in an instant and walk towards the most destructive path.

"Master, passed away three days ago."

Zhao Mang said in a deep voice.

"I see."

Chen Sheng understood that Taoist Hengyu was the one who suppressed Qingping Valley's luck, his fighting power was extremely high, and he was an existence at the peak of the Foundation Establishment Realm.

The death of this person was a great blow to Qingpinggu, and it was also the time when all the cultivators were most depressed.

If the people of Langya Immortal Sect were not stupid, they would definitely attack on a large scale and try their best to destroy Qingping Valley in a single battle.

"Before the master left, he left the Qianyuan Dragon and Tiger Pill to me, and asked the younger generation to hand over this water crystal to the senior."

Zhao Mang told all the instructions of Taoist Hengyu when he left, and handed the water crystal to Chen Sheng according to the elder's instructions.

"What a respectable elder."

Chen Sheng guessed the mind of Taoist Hengyu at once, and handing over the Qianyuan Dragon and Tiger Great Pill to Zhao Mang was to pave the way for this junior to advance, to plan the golden elixir realm that is as difficult as reaching the sky.

Giving the water crystal to him is to buy a favor because he knows that he needs it.

And this favor is not for the individual, but for Qingping Valley.

Originally, Taoist Hengyu could live another five years, but he refused, willing to die of old age for the sake of the younger generation.

That's why he said that Taoist Hengyu is a respectable elder.

"I have to go back and sit in Qingping Valley. There will be a war from time to time, and it will be extremely tragic."

Zhao Mang also understands the calculations in it, and even if he understands, there is an unspeakable grief and obsession in his heart. He wants to shoulder the heavy responsibility that belongs to the future of Qingping Valley and keep moving forward.

Before leaving, he was very calm and said: "There is nothing to do, senior can get out in time and retreat."

Langya Immortal Sect's offensive must be turbulent and terrifying, Qingping Valley may not be able to resist, if it really comes to that point, he will choose to die together, but for Chen Sheng, he hopes that this elder can be safe.

"The storm will dissipate."

Chen Sheng watched Zhao Mang leave, the figure of the young man was still tall and straight, but his steps were already weighed down a bit.

He was silent in his heart, and then he uttered a word, sonorous and powerful, that he would try his best to break through the predicament and lead everyone on a bright path.

The death of Taoist Hengyu, as many people expected, became the flashpoint of the border decisive battle.

Under the inspiration of Langya Immortal Sect, the valiant army of monks overwhelmed the front line and bombarded Qingping Valley's defense line continuously.

Chen Sheng felt an imminent danger!

Because, there was no letter from Qingping Valley for a long time, and it was quiet.

In the past, the more dangerous the situation was, the more frequently letters were sent. At this time, there was no movement at all. It can only be said that the crisis has reached the point where there is no time or opportunity to send a letter.

There is another point that can prove that the frequency of attacks on the camp is constantly increasing. Presumably, the defense of the sideline has been broken through, like a sieve, to create this appearance.

"clang……"

The golden bell rang, and the loud sound spread.

Chen Sheng looked outside the camp, and it turned out that it was an enemy attack, a group of monks invaded. The leader was a monk in the middle stage of the Foundation Establishment Stage.

Another elite film, not to be underestimated.

"This is the camp."

It was fierce when it came, but when standing here, Song Shuwen maintained a cautious attitude. There are already many foundation-building monks who have turned over the ditch here and fell miserably.

"Boss, I'll kill him."

In the camp, there was also a monk staring at Song Shuwen. He was an impatient man named Niu Liu, who had just joined him recently.

"And ask someone to accompany you."

Under Chen Sheng's command, there are already four Foundation Establishment Realm monks, who have been recruited successively over the past 18 years. Niu Liu is one of them, with an impatient temper and little thought.

There are also two foundation-building monks, one named Hou Yi and the other named Gongsun Mu, both of whom are thoughtful and can be matched with Niu Liu.

"Why do you have to?"

Niu Liu refused, and his momentum was like a black cloud. Although he had an impatient temper and was easy to be used, he had a reckless aura, which was extremely strong. Under his recklessness, many plots were directly shattered.

"This bull..."

Yi Yuanlu wanted to remind the above two sentences that the battle situation is dangerous and one must be cautious, but Niu Liu was impatient and walked out directly, which was helpless.

"Rumble..."

The gate of the camp was wide open, and Niu Liuyi was the first to leave. Behind him, there was a group of people around him, their auras were vigorous, almost reborn, and the aura of casual cultivators could not be seen.

When all the cultivators killed him, the evil spirit was billowing like a tide, with overwhelming momentum, heading straight for Song Shuwen's place.

"Then who is Chen Sheng, who can recruit such refined monks?"

Song Shuwen's complexion changed slightly. The monks from the stronghold who rushed out had a strong aura, and they were not weaker than the elites of the cultivating sect.

Is this casual repair?

He was very puzzled, but he didn't know that Chen Sheng used a large amount of pills to feed it, so that everyone followed him. Although he was born as a casual cultivator, he was full of loyalty and background, and he was comparable to the cultivation sect The elite.

"boom"

The two monks fought together, and the fluctuation of the technique was everywhere. If you didn't pay attention, blood would splatter on the spot.

Song Shuwen was majestic and domineering, his mana was poured into the sword, and when he slashed with the sword, the crescent-like brilliance lit up in the void.

Niu Liu is a reckless man, he sees the intent of the sword flying across the sky, and kills every step of the way, but he can't dodge it. He protects himself with mana, and lifts a pair of Xuanhua axes, like a magic cow running on the vast plain, shaking the sky and shaking the earth .

"boom"

With one blow, the sword's intent shattered, and Niu Liurang's sharp edge was shattered, causing blossoming blood plums to appear on the flesh and blood.

Song Shuwen was not relaxed either, his body shook, his bones creaked, and he was hit extremely uncomfortable by the huge force, and he wanted to vomit blood.

"Come, come, let me chop off your head."

Niu Liu shook his figure to clear his head, and stared straight at Song Shuwen with a pair of bull's eyes, with enthusiasm and excitement in his eyes.

The next moment, he went up to kill, and a pair of Xuanhua axes turned over again and again, with a fierce aura like knives, every thread was extremely fierce, encircling Song Shuwen, he was about to dismember his body and cut his head.

"madman!"

Song Shuwen hadn't been in battle yet, and when he met such a fierce enemy, he didn't feel any sense of urgency in life-and-death crisis.

He used one sword to fight against two Xuanhua axes, but he hit a wall everywhere, and was crushed by the enemy's weight little by little.

In a hurry, he stabbed with his sword, like a bird piercing through the air, and went straight to Niu Liu's vital point.

"Hahaha……"

Niu Liu laughed loudly, avoided a little bit, and protected his vitals, but a pair of Xuanhua axes enveloped Song Shuwen, wanting to exchange his injuries for his life.

Song Shuwen was very aggrieved, withdrew his sword momentum, turned around and escaped, unexpectedly, he was hit by Niu Liuyi's axe on his junior, rolled down several times like a broken sack, and vomited blood again and again.

(End of this chapter)