Family cultivation of immortality: starting from Jiuhua Mountain

Jinlong Mountain, inside Lingyuan Cave.

After opening the Zi Mansion, Chen Yuhua spent two years stabilizing his cultivation and switching to martial arts. Only when he was seventy-seven years old did he walk out of the gate.

A few months ago, the ancestor of Xianxiafang Moyi had sent a letter. In the letter, he bluntly told him that his life was about to end and he might not be able to survive until next year.

At that time, it was already the last moment for Chen Yuhua to practice his magical powers. When he completed this step, he immediately used the purple electric current cloud shuttle to carry the old patriarch to Xianxiafang.

In the past few years, Chen Yuhua also refined four fine magical weapons obtained from the ancient cultivation storage ring of the Golden Pill in the Falling Sun Mountains. They were the fourth-grade high-grade magical weapon [Nine Evil Mysterious Fire Sword]. , the fourth-order high-grade magic weapon [Mother-Zi Fire Cloud Needle], the fourth-order mid-grade magic weapon [Purple Electric Current Cloud Shuttle], the fourth-order mid-grade magic weapon [Extreme Cold Star and Moon Wheel].

In addition, he also specially made sacrifices to two high-grade fourth-level magic weapons [Fire Burning Heaven Furnace] and [Purple Bamboo Thunder Light Sword] obtained from the Qianji Old Man's Cave.

Nowadays, Xianxiafang has become much depressed. There are only thirteen casual cultivators in the foundation-building period. In addition to the clan disciples of Moyi Patriarch, there are only nineteen foundation-building monks cultivating on Xianxia Mountain.

Due to the continuous decrease in the number of people leaving the country, the spiritual fields on Xianxia Mountain have become self-sufficient. Since a few years ago, the Yunzhou monks no longer need to transport spiritual rice to Heishan. This large-scale operation has continued for more than hundreds of years. Trade is also about to decline.

Chen Yuhua and the old patriarch are now both cultivators of the Purple Mansion, and their flying speed is far faster than that in the foundation building period. What's more, they are now sitting on a fourth-level mid-level flying shuttle. It only took five days for the two of them to arrive at Xianxia. Near the Shanling Mountains.

"Grandpa, I think back when Aunt Zhengya and I first came here, there were still cars and horses like dragons, but now the place is sparsely populated, and the depression has reached this point. It's really like a fallen tree and a scattered monkey!"

As soon as the two of them were out of sight, they walked on the path up the mountain. Chen Yuhua looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar environment and said with emotion, feeling a little sad for a moment.

Although they were cultivators from the Zifu and came to the foot of Xianxia Mountain, in order to show respect for their ancestor Mo Yi, they did not fly rashly. Instead, they chose to notify them in advance and slowly walked towards the top of Xianxia Mountain.

As the two of them walked and talked, the old patriarch also recalled the past events and talked to Chen Yuhua. Soon Xianxiafang also received the news, and the disciples and grandsons of Patriarch Mo Yi hurried down the mountain to greet him.

The person who came down from the top of the mountain to greet them was not Mo Yuchen, whom Chen Yuhua was familiar with, but He Canfei, the eldest disciple of Mo Yi Patriarch.

After many years of breaking through the ninth level of foundation building, He Canfei finally broke through the Zifu not long ago, but he threw away his status as a casual cultivator and completely joined the Qingyuan Sect as a sect monk.

Although he is more than a year older than Chen Yuhua, his magical power is obviously not as good as Chen Yuhua's. Due to his background as a casual cultivator, he is not an upright person, so his status among the elders of the Purple Mansion of Qingyuan Sect is not very high.

Seeing He Canfei's gloomy face, Chen Yuhua was secretly startled, turned around quietly, and asked in a low voice.

"Senior Brother He, how is the situation of our ancestor?"

He Canfei said with a heavy heart: "I'm afraid I won't be able to make it through the end of the year. A few days before you came, Master had already made arrangements for his funeral. He also asked someone to send a letter to Junior Brother Zhaoan, hoping to see him one last time before he died."

Cui Zhaoan has been cultivating to the ninth level of foundation for more than fifty years. He is a Leilinggen monk and the monk with the best spiritual root among the disciples of Mo Yi Ancestor. Thirty years ago, he went into seclusion and attacked the Zi Mansion. Unfortunately, because of Instead of using [Purple Heart Chalcedony], the success failed. Instead, his soul was severely damaged and had to be nursed back to health for many years.

Cui Zhaoan failed to open up the Zifu, which also made Patriarch Mo Yi completely sober up. He put down his dignity and chose to be driven by others. He acted as a bodyguard and thug many times, and in exchange for the [Purple Yang Baoyu] in exchange for joining the Qingyuan Sect, he supported his eldest disciple. He Canfei broke through to the Zifu realm.

Cui Zhaoan is more than forty years older than Chen Yuhua. In another thirty years, he should have another chance to attack the Purple Mansion Realm.

With the last experience, the certainty of breaking through the Zifu next time can be increased by 20 to 30%. Even without using foreign objects, there is a high probability of reaching the Zifu stage.

However, as a monk practices Taoism, every step is slow and every step is slow.

Even if he succeeds in cultivating to the Zifu stage, due to the sixty-year delay, there will be an additional difficulty on his path, and the chance of forming a pill will be very slim.

The people who came were Chen Yuhua and the old patriarch. Ancestor Mo Yi had a look of disappointment on his face. He lowered his head, braced himself and said, "Why hasn't An'er come yet? It seems that I won't be able to see him before he dies." It's the last time for my disciple!" Seeing that his master was about to die soon, He Canfei felt uncomfortable in his heart. He forced a smile, trying to lighten the atmosphere, but there was not much smile on his face, so he could only comfort him as much as possible.

"Master, don't think like this. The second junior brother is far away in Lingyang Fairy City. It is inconvenient to send news over a long distance. He is also on the way now. I am afraid he will arrive in two or three days. You are waiting."

"It's a pity that my master can no longer hold on."

Ancestor Moyi waved his hand gently and slowly closed his eyes. Obviously he didn't want to waste his last blood and insisted on waiting for the few people he wanted to see the most.

Early the next morning, Qingyuan Sect Shen Yuntong, Lu Changfeng, and Jiang Hongming came together. The news that Patriarch Moyi was about to be enthroned also wrote a letter and sent it to Qingyuan Sect.

Among the monks of the Qingyuan Sect, Shen Yuntong is now the ancestor of the sect, but he is also an old acquaintance of the ancestor Mo Yi. There is also a good friendship between the two, not to mention that the ancestor Mo Yi has saved Shen Yuntong in danger several times.

As soon as Patriarch Mo Yi left, his disciples and grandsons would have to find someone to rely on within the Qingyuan Sect, and the most suitable candidate would be Shen Yuntong, an old man from Jindan who owed him life-saving help.

Lu Changfeng is an alchemist. Although his alchemy skills are slightly better than those of the ancestor Mo Yi, he is also more enthusiastic about the alchemy inheritance of the ancestor Mo Yi.

So I shamelessly followed Shen Yuntong to Xianxia Mountain, thinking of sending him on his last journey to see if he could get the alchemy inheritance of Patriarch Mo Yi.

Seeing that everyone except Cui Zhaoan had arrived, Patriarch Liang cheered up and immediately summoned everyone into the cave. As if it was time to return to the light, even his face became a little rosy.

"I think that I, Mo Zhengxiao, have been practicing hard all my life, and I call myself Patriarch Moyi. Now it is time for me to reach the end of my life. Compared to Qi training and foundation-building monks, my lifespan is already 486 years old, which is already considered a long life. He is a man of long life."

"Even if I am very afraid of regrets and unwilling to give up, thinking about it is full of ups and downs and mixed emotions, but at this last moment, no matter how unwilling I am, I still have to accept the reality and choose to accept my fate."

After hearing these frustrating words from Patriarch Mo Yi, He Canfei's knees softened and he knelt down directly in front of Patriarch Mo Yi.

Ancestor Mo Yi has no descendants, and these disciples are the closest people to him.

These disciples and Patriarch Mo Yi have supported each other for more than 160 years. In order to gain a foothold on Xianxia Mountain, Patriarch Mo Yi has lost many of his disciples.

The relationship between He Canfei and Mo Yi Patriarch has far surpassed that of Mo Yuchen, a bloodline clansman.

At this time, Patriarch Moyi touched He Canfei's head, as if he had returned to the time when he had just started learning Taoism a hundred and sixty years ago, and then spoke with difficulty.

"Idiot, don't cry. After I leave, these junior brothers, junior sisters, and the younger members of the clan will all rely on your care and support."

"Also, Zhao'an Linggen is excellent. His path should not stop here. If you work hard, you will still have a great chance to open up the Zifu. You brothers must support each other in Qingyuan Sect and strive to take further steps on the path. Don't follow the old path of being a teacher again, you will only regret it for the rest of your life."

"Remember, remember..."

After hearing these words, He Canfei also knelt beside Mo Yi Ancestor. Seeing that his beloved master was exhausted and without any vitality, he hid his face and cried bitterly!

At this time, Patriarch Moyi's right hand dropped on the edge of the bed, and he slowly closed his eyes.

This powerful monk who had established his foothold in the Hundred Thousand Mountains of the Southern Wilderness for five years just closed his eyes calmly, and was about to end his heroic and magnificent life.

...(End of chapter)