The Immortal Way is Fierce

Chapter 226 Reunion after a long absence

Looking at Yun Huaxing in front of him after sixteen years of absence, Zhang Jingyuan suddenly felt an indescribable complexity.

A wanderer returns to his hometown, but lacks the feeling of being close to his hometown?
That's not the case. For most mortals, sixteen years is undoubtedly a very long existence.

These sixteen years have been enough to change many things, making things that were once familiar completely changed beyond recognition.

But for a monk, sixteen years is just a blink of an eye, and a casual retreat is much longer than sixteen years.

Even for some powerful people, it is not unusual for a retreat to end and the world to change.

Maybe it's because Zhang Jingyuan has become extremely mature sixteen years after meeting Zhao Mingyang, and even has a face that can be called vicissitudes of life?

"Ever since I experienced the magic cultivation thing, I haven't practiced hard anymore. Anyway, cultivation is enough for this kind of thing. It's better to practice calligraphy and draw talismans every day."

As a friend who grew up with bare buttocks together, how could Zhao Mingyang not be able to tell from Zhang Jingyuan's eyes what Zhang Jingyuan was thinking and what he was worried about, so he couldn't help but comfort Zhang Jingyuan.

Of course, this was also related to the fact that Zhang Jingyuan didn't have any disguise in front of him, and all his thoughts and emotions were written on his face. Otherwise, how could Zhao Mingyang know his thoughts so easily.

In the deceitful world of cultivation, Zhao Mingyang is one of the few, and Zhang Jingyuan can completely open his heart. This is something that not even An Pengju, Ruan Baizhi, and even Bai Bugui can do.

This was also the reason why he was in so much pain when Zhao Mingyang passed away early in his previous life, and why he even didn't want Zhao Mingyang to practice at all in this life.

He really didn't want to experience this kind of pain again.

However, even though they had not seen each other for sixteen years, for some reason, perhaps because they had always had the habit of writing letters to each other, Zhang Jingyuan still felt the same as before when he met Zhao Mingyang this time. It seemed as if they had never been separated for a long time.

When he was practicing in Longxiang Taoist Academy, Zhao Mingyang was also admitted to the Craftsman Hall. As for what he learned, it was naturally the talismans mentioned just now.

Well, that's right, Zhao Mingyang is now considered an excellent talisman maker, and if you calculate it carefully, Zhao Mingyang graduated from the Craftsman's Hall in just three years.

After all, unlike Zhang Jingyuan and other monks who pursue the Dao, the main requirement for ordinary people who study in the Craftsman Hall is to learn a craft to make a living, so as long as they learn it and pass the exam of the Craftsman Hall, they can obtain a graduation certificate from the Craftsman Hall. certificate and use it to apply for a job.

In other words, Zhao Mingyang has been working for thirteen years.

Thirteen years have been enough for Zhao Mingyang to become a master talisman maker.

After all, most of the talismans produced by the talisman shop where Zhao Mingyang works are for ordinary people. Small things such as moving rain, borrowing wind, cutting off currents, and relieving disasters do not require too much mystery and magical power.

Zhao Mingyang seemed to want to vent out all the words he had not said to Zhang Jingyuan in the past sixteen years. He kept talking nonstop, leaving no room for Zhang Jingyuan to interrupt at all, like pouring beans out of a bamboo tube.

Seeing Zhao Mingyang's little thoughts, Zhang Jingyuan didn't expose it and just looked at Zhao Mingyang quietly.

Sure enough, after a while, Zhao Mingyang couldn't speak anymore. He looked at Zhang Jingyuan with helpless eyes and said, "Brother Jing, just say what you want. Don't keep looking at me like this, making you panic."

Hearing this, Zhang Jingyuan immediately smiled and said, "This is what you asked me to say, not what I had to ask myself."

"From what I have witnessed with my own eyes now, practicing the puppet technique had a great impact on you. Otherwise, you would not be like this, let alone choose a leisurely life like making talismans. Work."

Zhang Jingyuan sighed quietly, feeling helpless in his heart.

Although his measures at that time were relatively timely, and Zhao Mingyang only practiced the puppet technique once, the puppet technique was originally a more overbearing technique that fully unleashed the human body's potential.

Its purpose is to fully force out the potential of the monks and increase their own strength, without caring about the hidden dangers and consequences.

After all, it is true that puppets are the same thing as magic weapons and talismans. The moment they are made into puppets, they are no longer a person.

And no one will care whether the magic weapon will have any damage that exceeds its potential. They will only care whether the power of the magic weapon is strong or not.

This is why he obviously feels that Zhao Mingyang is older than normal people.

Logically speaking, even if Zhao Mingyang is a mortal, and he is still a mortal with a low cultivation level and is only at the fourth level of Qi Refining, his face will not be so old.

After all, even if it is a mortal monk, as long as he is willing, he will not say anything about staying young forever, but he will not show his old age until he is one hundred and fifty years old. Before that, it is completely okay to maintain the appearance of twenty-something years old. Did it.

But in the past sixteen years, Zhao Mingyang has never mentioned to him that the impact of practicing the puppet technique on him still exists to this day. "I thought you were going to mention something. This is the co-author. The older you are, the older you are. Maybe I am born older. And in these years, although I have not been able to see you, But I still meet Ruan Baizhi and An Pengju a lot, and every time they meet me, they give me some elixirs that can nourish qi, nourish blood, and prolong life, so the influence in this regard does not exist at all."

Unexpectedly, Zhang Jingyuan actually mentioned this. Zhao Mingyang breathed a sigh of relief and said indifferently.

Even to put it bluntly, thanks to Zhang Jingyuan, he was able to obtain as many elixirs as An Pengju and Ruan Baizhi, and he already felt that his physical fitness was far better than other monks in the same realm.

And you must know that he has not practiced well in these years, but his cultivation has reached the fourth level of Qi Refining. This is completely dependent on the power of those pills.

Of course, he knew better that the reason why Ruan Baizhi and An Pengju were willing to treat him as a friend, come to see him and give him pills every time they returned to Yunhua Star, was all because of Zhang Jingyuan's face.

If it weren't for Zhang Jingyuan, how could he, a mortal, have established a relationship with these two serious monks, let alone get the pills given by these people.

Ruan Baizhi didn't say much, she still had some friendship as a classmate, but before An Pengju, everyone said that other people's children were the real Three Spiritual Root monks. They had always been the object of envy, jealousy and hatred, and their childhood nightmare.

Although the elixirs given to him were not real elixirs and could not reach the highest grade, in the eyes of most monks they could only be regarded as supplements, but for a mortal like him, they were completely enough.

To put it bluntly, if An Pengju and Ruan Baizhi had given him real elixirs, he might not have been able to make up for it.

After these sixteen years of life, the chasm-like gap that existed between mortals and monks above the Four Spiritual Roots had already become something engraved in his bones.

Moreover, just because An Pengju and Ruan Baizhi would pay him a visit every one or two years, his status in the eyes of other shopkeepers and clerks was much higher, and they did not dare to yell at him, boss him around, or beat him at will. insulted.

Seeing Zhao Mingyang's optimistic attitude, Zhang Jingyuan felt heartbroken. The reason why he cared about this was because he had seen Zhao Mingyang in his early thirties in his previous life.

At that time, Zhao Mingyang was no different from a normal mortal.

It is precisely because we know the difference that we care and feel distressed.

But he also knew that Zhao Mingyang's vitality foundation had been damaged, and it was already good to be able to remain as he was now.

Furthermore, as long as he arranges some more precious tonics for Zhao Mingyang, and not much else, it should be fine to ensure that Zhao Mingyang lives to be two hundred years old and dies.

As for the question of whether the deficiency should be replenished or not, he also thought that the big deal was to divide the normal elixir into ten parts and let Zhao Mingyang take it slowly.

As for the weakened efficacy of the medicine, it was nothing to worry about. Originally, one pill was enough, but he asked Zhao Mingyang to take two pills, or even ten pills.

Anyway, the precious tonic he just called is actually the main ingredient is at most a high-grade Huang-level elixir, and it actually costs only a few spirit stones.

For him now, a few spiritual stones are no longer in his eyes.

Take the two months of tasks he and Bai Buhui had done as an example, and the additional bonuses amounted to hundreds of spirit stones.

If you also include the spiritual stones that should be given to him every year, as well as the remuneration from Longxiang Taoist Academy as a teacher, and, by the way, the annual rewards from the Taoist League as a seventh-level Immortal Lord.

Zhang Jingyuan is doing nothing now. Even if he keeps practicing in seclusion every year, he can still have a small amount of spiritual stones in his account. He is really rich and couldn't be richer.

To put it bluntly, a considerable number of Jindan monks are not as wealthy as him.

"We can put this topic aside for the time being. Then tell me, you are no longer young. It is almost time to get married and have children, right?"

Unexpectedly, the question that he was avoiding the most was asked by Zhang Jingyuan. At this time, Zhao Mingyang really felt like he had been stabbed in the door of his life.

Zhang Jingyuan's eyes were piercing, as if they were emitting a dazzling light.

In the world of cultivation, it is not difficult to get married and have children. You don't even have to come forward personally, and you can completely rely on your parents' orders and the words of a matchmaker to get married and give birth to a fat boy next year.

And although the world of cultivation is not limited to getting married and having children at the age of thirteen or fourteen like the ancient times in previous lives, most mortal monks will put this matter on their agenda after graduating from the Craftsman Hall and getting a job. .

In other words, when you are in your twenties, you are almost ready to get married and have children. However, Zhao Mingyang is now in his early thirties and has not made any progress, which is very inappropriate.

(End of this chapter)