There is a progress bar in my cultivation of immortality

Chapter 217 Restarting the Northward Strategy
  When Wang Ping heard Zuo Xuan's explanation, he subconsciously imagined a desolate and dilapidated scene in his mind. He looked at Zuo Xuan with a serious look and asked: "How serious is the pollution? Can it be repaired with the Five Elements Magic Formation?"

"I have also thought about this problem, so I have already sent a letter to Taoist Master Ziluan. It should not take long for us to have the exact news." Zuo Xuan is a thoughtful person and knows the destructive power of this thing on the world, because Mortals in this world need land to cultivate their food rations.

Wang Ping thought for a while and said: "Go and follow up on this matter in person. Remember to let me know the result."

"it is good!"

Zuo Xuan agreed and was about to return to her dojo, but Wang Ping said: "You have been promoted to the second level. Don't you need to hold a celebration ceremony?"

"No need, I'm just a nobody. I don't have many friends, but I do have some enemies. Don't attract a lot of enemies then." Zuo Xuan made a joke. Her popularity is actually very good on Nanlin Road.

"It's all about you." Wang Ping didn't force anything.

Zuo Xuan was about to leave again, but when he reached the gate of the courtyard, he suddenly remembered something and took out Wang Ping's identity card as inspector. When he was about to return it to Wang Ping, Wang Ping smiled and said: "Just leave it on Qian, I don't need it." It will make things easier for you."

Wang Ping is now considered a figure in the Nanlin Road cultivation world. When he flies, he only needs to project an ordinary identity card.

"Alright!"

Zuo Xuan really needs it, especially when running errands everywhere.

After Zuo Xuan left, Wang Ping took out a bamboo slip that he had specially carved with sealing runes and recorded what Zuo Xuan had said. Ming Shui, the weapon spirit of the 'Purgatory Banner', came over to take a look curiously and found that He couldn't understand any of the words recorded above, and he didn't ask about the content. Instead, he stepped aside and complained softly to Taoist Tongyu.

What is recorded on this bamboo slip is something that Wang Pingxin considers to be very important. What is recorded at the front is the changes in the Xia Kingdom's temple and court situation.

After recording the things, Wang Ping looked at the empty courtyard. He had finished his homework this morning, so he changed into loose clothes, took out two books and read them slowly.

the next day.

Yu Lian and Shen Xiaozhu came back, and with them came a boy of twelve or thirteen years old. He was wearing a brocade robe that didn't fit well. He was very thin, but healthy and full of energy.

"What's his name?" Wang Ping looked at the little boy and asked.

"Wang Yang!" The little boy hid behind Shen Xiaozhu and answered Wang Ping's question nervously.

"Wang Yang, Wang Yang, a good name." Wang Ping looked at Shen Xiaozhu and said: "From now on, I will leave the chores of this dojo to him first. When will the dojo be cleaned up, when will I start practicing."

When he said this, he looked at Yulian, who understood his thoughts instantly.

"Also, there is no place for him to live in my small courtyard for the time being. Let him live with the boy outside the garden first. You can make arrangements."

This time Wang Ping was interested in the descendant of his old Wang family.

"Yes!" Shen Xiaozhu took the order and walked out of the courtyard with Wang Yang.

Yu Lian waited for them to go away and said, "If you arrange for him to live and eat with the boys outside, I'm afraid he will raise a young master."

"In that case, he will be sent back to where he came from."

"Then you probably have to choose for a long time. Teenagers don't even know what they want." Yu Lian complained.

"Then find a way to let them know."

After Yu Lian flashed through all the emotions, she said: "Yes."

It didn't take long for Wang Li's joke to spread to everyone. Some people laughed at him, some sighed, but no one pitied him. Liu Shuang came back to ask about the situation. After all, Wang Li was raised by her, so in the end she could only Sigh. Perhaps because of Wang Li’s past experience, although Wang Yang looked submissive on the outside, he actually knew what he was doing here and did not get carried away because of the compliments from the gate boy.

Time passed so slowly.

Another five years passed.

Wang Ping's progress in using his soul to fuse the 'Psychic Talisman' and the 'Luck-Borrowing Talisman' reached (4/100), and he took the first step on the road of thousands of miles.

In mid-March, when farming was busy, the number of people coming and going at Yamashita College suddenly increased in the past few days.

After Wang Ping finished his daily meditation, he looked at the newly opened martial arts training ground outside the small courtyard. Inside, Shen Xiaozhu was supervising Wang Yang's practice of "Changchun Kung".

Yu Lian suddenly fell from the sky and said: "The old emperor died again, and his current reign name is Jianwu."

"Jianwu...the new emperor has great ambitions."

Wang Ping used the energy of the wood spirit to lift his body up into the air and looked at the lively college at the bottom of the mountain. The students were talking loudly inside, and some went to the flower boats to have fun. They showed off the high-minded lectures in the college, but only a few People can implement their own ideas.

Yu Lian could see it clearly and couldn't help but sigh: "The road from the square to the Taoist temple seems to divide the world into two sections."

Wang Ping suddenly let out a chuckle and said: "You and I have been cultivating Taoism for hundreds of years, but we haven't taken a good look at the prosperity of this world. It's rare that I have an idea today. Why don't you go down and take a look and listen?"

"Okay, I've long wanted to try the grilled shrimp on the flower boat."

"... "

...

Wang Ping found the largest flower boat. It looked like a boat, but in fact it was just a loft built on the river.

The first thing you see when you come in is a huge atrium with a stage made of giant wood. At this moment, a storyteller on the stage is vividly telling the story of Wang Kang's feat of going north to regain the lost land a hundred years ago. The students from all over the place below the stage are fascinated.

"General Wang holds a golden-ringed saber, wears golden chainmail, and rides a yellow dragon horse gifted by the emperor. He personally leads five hundred people who have climbed first, and is the first to climb the Beiguan City Wall..."

While Wang Ping was listening to the storyteller telling the story, he was led by the madam into the box with the best view on the second floor. The moment he entered the box, he heard the brisk singing of a woman, which blended with the story below. It makes people's blood boil without even realizing it.

Looking around, there is a stage directly east of the second floor. There are two women wearing lavender dresses. One of them plays the guzheng skillfully. She has a graceful figure and wears a red dress, while the other has disheveled hair. The woman entertained the guests with her beautiful mulberry voice without overpowering the storyteller below.

"General Wang was the first to scale the city wall and killed the rebels on the Beiguan wall until they were knocked upside down and blood flowed into rivers..."

The storyteller spoke enthusiastically, and people in the hall and private rooms applauded and praised her. The woman's singing became passionate, and Wang Ping was also fascinated by it.

"The battle lasted for three days and three nights. After General Wang beheaded the rebel general, he sat on the rebel commander's chair and slowly closed his eyes under the gaze of the first soldiers to die..."

The singing suddenly became melodious, bringing the atmosphere of the scene into a heavy and sad atmosphere.

The story ended. Immediately in front of the hall, a young man in brocade robes raised his wine glass and said, "Now the North wants to invade our border again. This time, we must imitate General Wang Kang and sweep across the snow!"

Wang Ping looked at the angry young people below and couldn't help but sigh: "Junior Brother Wang has also become the object of admiration by others. This may be what he has always wanted."

(End of this chapter)