I am evergreen in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 455: Hunyuan Golden Stick, Return of the Dragon

A few months later.

A strange story came from the Daqing Central Region.

The Bishui Fairy of the Bishan Sect had her foundation damaged sixty years ago, and was disfigured by the life-death thunder power of the Thunder Stake. Because it was delayed for a long time, she later asked the King of Medicine to help, but her beauty and permanent damage to her body were not completely restored.

However, not long ago, a strange man came to visit and was said to have restored the Fairy of Green Water to her beautiful appearance and restored the foundation of her Taoist body.

In the Daqing Land, there is actually a cultivator whose medical skills surpass those of the Medicine King? This matter has not been confirmed yet, leaving many cultivators in disbelief or half-belief.

The top leaders of Xuanmen speculated that after a period of sixty years, had Qingmu Zhenjun secretly returned?
……

Seven Stars View.

Master Mi, wearing a black Taoist robe and holding a whisk in his hand, sat quietly on the observatory.

Observe the celestial phenomena at night and peek into the secrets of heaven.

Master Mi found the rumors about the Bishan Sect very strange.

Could it be that Qingmu Zhenjun has really returned?

Apart from him, who else is capable and willing to save Junior Sister Tian?

Master Mi had already made up his mind that Master Qingmu would not be able to come back within a hundred years. Facing Lu Changqing, he had no chance of turning the tables.

Driven by curiosity, Master Mi tried to figure out the origin of that strange man.

He expected that even if the extraordinary man with a holy heart of medicine noticed others' deductions, it would not be too risky.

With the help of the Seven-Star Plate and the Stargazing Tower Altar, his divination ability was greatly improved, reaching the level of the fourth-grade mid-level or above.

Until a certain moment.

The master of Mi Temple, who was doing divination and observing the stars, spied a huge shadow in the cracks of the mist of heaven, and a smell of decay and ominousness came over him.

"not good--"

The master of the Seven Stars Temple was greatly shocked and quickly withdrew his divination power.

boom!
That rotten and ominous aura, following the cause and effect, turned into a terrifying and invisible backlash of heaven, severely hitting the original intention of Master Mi.

click!
A crack appeared on the Seven Star Plate, the treasure of the temple, and its light dimmed and fell.

"It's him……"

Master Mi was bitter, his face was pale, blood was oozing from his eyes, and he looked like a zombie.

"Guanzhu!"

"master……"

The abnormality on the observatory alarmed several Taoists in the Seven Stars Temple.

These Taoists are at least third-rank top-grade fortune-telling masters, and each of them is a highly respected master in the outside world.

Several Taoists looked at Master Mi and their faces changed drastically.

The pair of old eyes of Master Mi, which could see through the mysteries of heaven, completely lost their light and he sat there motionless, lifeless and dull.

"After the master passes away, you..."

An old and hoarse voice sounded, and Master Mi began to arrange his funeral affairs and left a will.

Before the time had passed, Master Mi passed away.

Before his death, several Taoist priests in Qixing Temple asked him the reason, but Master Mi refused to say a word.

……

The strange stories of the Bishan Sect are only spread among the little-known people in the Central Region.

An elder in ancient robe with his hair tied up with a bamboo hairpin stepped into the territory of the Daqing East Region.

The elder was dressed simply, neatly and cleanly, with the demeanor of a great scholar who had experienced the vicissitudes of life and washed away the glitz. His calm and reserved eyes seemed to be able to see through the essence of everything in the world.

"Too fast! A fourth-level divination master, with sharp intuition and many rare treasures..."

Yan Donglai sighed.

He is familiar with the interstate teleportation arrays, space cracks, space nodes, etc. in various parts of Tianheng Continent.

He thought that he arrived at an incredibly fast speed, which might not be something that any of the current gods could do.

Unexpectedly, after Qingmu Zhenjun died, the boy ran away without hesitation.

It was too fast and too decisive!
Before this, Yan Donglai did not know that Qingmu Zhenjun's body was in Lu Changan's hands.

Qingmu Zhenjun always thought that there was a fourth-level divination master behind Lu Changan, which led to the misjudgment of information.

As soon as he stepped into the Daqing East Region, Yan Donglai knew the result.

Lu Changqing's aura of humanity and destiny disappeared from the land of Daqing, and it was suspected that he had gone to a distant and unknown place.

Yan Donglai did not stop, but instead showed interest and expectation.

That kid once pretended to be him, and under certain causal relationships, he was able to make him miscalculate and end up with nothing.

I haven't seen such an interesting youngster in many years.

All the way through the magic battlefield in the Eastern Region, the Seven Nations Alliance, and the Black Mist Mountains.

No monk noticed this ancient monk.

Yan Donglai had no interest or concern in the eastward expansion war of the six evil sects. He just glanced at the depths of the Black Mist Mountains.

Until they arrived at the Jinyun Valley of Liang State, Yan Donglai let out a light "eh" and finally stopped.

……

Jinyun Valley, a forbidden area in the back mountain.

In the refining room, Zhang Tianfeng was tempering and forging a piece of meteorite material to extract the essence from outer space.

After a long time, he took out the remaining spiritual treasure that he had kept for many years, the black metal stick.

Zhang Tianfeng had an expectant look on his face as he prepared to melt the essence of the meteorite iron into a metal stick.

Suddenly, the metal stick in his hand trembled slightly.

"Senior Spirit?"

Zhang Tianfeng didn't dare to ignore it.

The reason why Lingbao is called Lingbao is because it is psychic. Whenever it reacts, it may be sensing an opportunity or giving a warning.

"My dear..."

The spirit of the magic weapon in the metal stick wanted to speak but stopped.

On the roof, Yan Donglai stood with his hands behind his back, separated from Zhang Tianfeng only by a layer of ceiling.

Zhang Tianfeng was unaware of this and didn't understand why.

"The Hunyuan Golden Stick... Ouyang Zi..."

Looking at the broken metal stick, Yan Donglai had a complicated expression and revealed a sense of nostalgia.

"My old friend Ouyang, after so many years, I am glad to see you become a fifth-rank weapon refiner."

The legendary monk was in a trance and fell into a brief memory for a moment.

A long-lost warmth appeared on his face.

Ouyang Zi, his best friend, was a great weapon refiner of that era ten thousand years ago!

Yan Donglai admitted that he initially took the initiative to make friends with the old man with a weird and bad temper in order to secretly learn his unique weapon refining technique.

His skills and talents were mediocre, not as good as those genius craftsmen who amazed the era.

Ouyang Zi's sudden enlightenment in one night surpassed his hundred years of research.

He can only use the most stupid method and rely on endless years to achieve legend.

After hundreds of years, he gained Ouyang Zi's recognition.

The two became close friends, sharing similar interests and being able to talk about anything.

At that time, his Taoist name was Changqing.

When Ouyang Zi was alive, he taught him how to refine weapons, which benefited him greatly and helped him make rapid progress.

However, old man Ouyang has always kept his unique weapon refining heritage hidden and refused to pass it on to outsiders.

Yan Donglai did not force it, but waited until Ouyang Zi's lifespan was over and he was old, and then he watched Ouyang Zi's disciples fight for the inheritance and become enemies.

He stayed by Ouyang Zi's side until his death and buried him personally.

As a close friend, he received a wine gourd from Ouyang Zi before his death, which could not even be called a magic weapon.

Afterwards, he discovered that the wine gourd contained a secret, which contained Ouyang Zi's last words to him.

"My old friend Changqing, hundreds of years have passed. How could I not know what you want? Whether you are sincere or false, you can tolerate my temper. After half a lifetime, Ouyang Zi has recognized you as his best friend!"

Ouyang Zi's last words recorded his unique weapon-making inheritance, including his lifelong insights and experiences in weapon-making.

Ouyang Zi's unique weapon refining inheritance was not passed on to his disciples or his bloodline descendants, but only to him, an outsider.

Yan Donglai’s long-cherished wish was fulfilled, but he couldn’t calm down for a long time.

Hundreds of years of friendship, drinking and chatting, going to the Red Tower in Zhongzhou together, commenting on the top fairy... Unconsciously, he almost forgot his original purpose.

Ten, a hundred, or a thousand years later, whenever Yan Donglai thought of Ouyang Zi, he would go to his grave to have a chat and pour out a jar of the strong liquor that the other loved during his lifetime.

Yan Donglai, a descendant of Ouyang Zi, secretly helped him many times.

He even selected one with outstanding qualifications among his outstanding bloodline descendants, returned the unique inheritance, and added some of his own insights.

It’s a pity that among Ouyang Zi’s descendants, only fourth-level weapon refiners were born at most, and no one could reach the fifth level.

Qualification is one thing, but more importantly, fifth-level treasures are almost extinct, and it is difficult to practice. The fifth-level spiritual herbs that are rare in the human world are basically monopolized by those ancient holy places.

After that, for thousands and tens of thousands of years, he met many fellow Taoists in the world of immortal cultivation, but he never met a close friend like Ouyang Zi, with whom he could open his heart and talk about everything.

"Ouyang Zi..."

Dust-forgotten memories came flooding back, Yan Donglai let out a long sigh, his eyes slightly moist with sadness. Living in this era, he felt more lonely than ever before.

A Nascent Soul cultivator who does not belong to this era.

Perhaps, the Lu Changqing whom I have never met can be truly understood through historical books.

……

"This senior..."

Zhang Tianfeng finally spotted the ancient monk on the roof, raised his head, and spoke cautiously.

He was terrified. He could come to the forbidden area of ​​Jinyun Valley as if there was no one there, without disturbing any cultivators. Such a magical power was really beyond common sense.

Even for the late Nascent Soul stage in the modern world, it is difficult to do this.

"Spiritual treasures cannot be tempered and repaired in this way. Your method is too crude!"

Yan Donglai raised his hand with an expression like a strict teacher.

Whoosh!
The metal stick in front of Zhang Tianfeng flew out of control and into Yan Donglai's hands.

"What is your original name, my friend?"

Yan Donglai held the metal stick in his hand, and a ball of five-colored spiritual flame sprang up from his palm. The obscure spiritual formula jumped and wrapped around the remaining spiritual treasure.

"My original name is Zhang Tieshan."

Zhang Tianfeng responded respectfully.

"Zhang Tieshan?"

Yan Donglai pronounced the three words softly, among which the word "iron" was pronounced a little more heavily.

"What is your relationship with Lu Changqing?"

"Lu Changqing is a good friend of the younger generation."

Zhang Tianfeng did not dare to hide it and vaguely guessed the identity of this person.

"How is your relationship?"

The mysterious and complex weapon-refining techniques in Yan Donglai's hands amazed Zhang Tianfeng.

"very good."

Zhang Tianfeng gritted his teeth and refused to distance himself from the matter.

He knew that it was impossible to hide this kind of information from the other party.

After answering, Zhang Tianfeng felt uneasy, but he saw that Yan Donglai had no hostility and there was a hint of appreciation in his eyes.

"All right."

After a moment, Yan Donglai threw the re-tempered and repaired metal stick back.

"Thank you, senior."

Zhang Tianfeng got the remnant spiritual treasure back and breathed a sigh of relief.

The metal stick in his hand was smaller, with more refined luster and patterns. Its quality was obviously improved, and many impurities were removed.

What was even more surprising was that the spirit of the weapon fed back a new piece of information:

In addition to the refining and repair methods related to this treasure, there is also a corresponding "Tong Bao Jue".

With the matching "Tong Bao Jue", people with low cultivation can control spiritual treasures more easily, and can use it to track and sense the locations of other spiritual treasure fragments.

Zhang Tianfeng was overjoyed and raised his head to thank him again.

But Yan Donglai on the roof had disappeared. …

"Ouyang Tie... Zhang Tieshan..."

"No wonder the most spiritual remnant of this treasure fell into the hands of a mortal blacksmith like him."

Yan Donglai appeared above the clouds, and after a brief calculation, he was slightly moved.

It turns out that there was also a word "iron" in Ouyang Zi's name before he became an immortal.

Zhang Tieshan should be the reincarnation of Ouyang Zi after several generations. He was born as a blacksmith and has an outstanding talent for refining tools.

After several reincarnations, he was able to inherit some talent for refining equipment and meet the [Hunyuan Golden Stick] again, which was also the result of cause and effect and fate.

If this is the case, it is not enough to move Yan Donglai.

Zhang Tieshan’s best friend in this life is also known by his Taoist name Changqing!
How similar is this to his relationship with Ouyang Zi thousands of years ago?

"Master Changqing... Could it be fate?"

Yan Donglai pondered deeply.

Combined with previous calculations, he became more and more certain that True Lord Changqing's potential and luck far exceeded that of True Lord Qingmu.

At this moment, we got more information and made further calculations, which touched upon Lu Changqing's fate.

As a result, faced with unprecedented resistance, his fate has countless possibilities and no certainty.

Yan Donglai was surprised and excited, and came to the sky above Fengguo and Ao Yue Palace again.

I took a look at Xia Wenyue, who looked like an ice lotus fairy, from afar.

"Such an innate Dao body must have a great ancestor who had the power of ice."

Yan Donglai observed her beauty and temperament, and revealed his appreciation for beautiful things.

His gaze was pure, he looked from afar without approaching or doing any profanity, and he was very graceful, and soon he flew away on the wind.

……

Half a day later.

Yan Donglai’s last stop in the Eastern Region was Fengyuan Kingdom in the center of the endless desert.

Glancing in the direction of the Holy Land of Snow Mountains, Yan Donglai seemed to be thinking about something.

The reason there is a precious land there is because there was a great war of gods a long time ago, which affected the geographical environment.

"Heyuan Oasis...Xuanyin Pavilion..."

Yan Donglai followed the trail of Lu Chang'an, who had once achieved the Jindan stage, and came to the territory of the outer sect alliance.

He did not go to Xuanyin Pavilion, but to Miaoyin Tower, one of its subsidiaries, and paid a large sum of money to listen to an ancient music played by a fake female cultivator.

"The fairy's playing skill in this ancient piece of music, Colorful Skirt and Feathered Coat, is exquisite. However, there are a few places that are quite different from the music score I know..."

Yan Donglai appreciated and praised it, and then tactfully proposed corrections.

After following the instructions, the fake Dan female zither player humbly asked for advice and was amazed by the natural talent.

After a discussion on the art of playing the zither, the female zither player was impressed by the other party's profound knowledge, conversation and temperament.

Even though he was older, his elegant and gentlemanly demeanor like a teacher made her fall in love with him.

In the end, Yan Donglai did not accept the female musician's suggestion of "enjoying music late at night". He left a few lost ancient songs as reward and left again.

Flying out of the boundless desert, Yan Donglai was in a good mood, with a warm smile on his face.

"Xu Xuan... Lu Chang'an... I finally caught the fox by the tail!"

"This kid doesn't have the corresponding wood-type spiritual roots and Taoist body, but he can practice the Changqing Gong. It's true."

During this trip to the Eastern Region, Yan Donglai finally found an important clue!
……

Tianheng Continent, a great abyss far away from the sea.

The forbidden land of the Central Region, the ancient battlefield, deep in the Ten Thousand Demons Valley.

In a dark cave, the void was faintly distorted and a few spatial fluctuations appeared.

hum!
A twisted deep blue light gate appeared on an ancient altar-like formation platform, and the spiritual patterns of a large space water formation were rippling around it.

Lu Changan appeared on the formation platform and landed steadily, no longer as embarrassed as he was before.

He subconsciously touched the intact hair on top of his head.

Maybe it was because of his rich experience and thorough preparation, so this time when he traveled through the space channel, he endured the squeezing and twisting caused by the disorder in space, and only his robes were slightly damaged.

Unlike the last time he came, he had a bald hairstyle, which greatly reduced his charm and temperament.

"Owner."

"Friend Lu Dao."

Di Yanjun and Wei Kuishi, who arrived first, were waiting beside the formation platform.

Lu Chang'an nodded and looked at the dark cave where the main teleportation array of Tinghai Pavilion was located.

The teleportation array connecting the two places is divided into primary and secondary, with the Dayuan side being the primary one.

Lu Changan blew up the secondary formation on Daqing's side, and then controlled the formation flags to close the main formation here.

If our luck is bad and the space node on Daqing's side is discovered, I don't know how many space treasures will be needed to repair the formation.

Even if it is repaired with great difficulty, the main array on this side is closed and the shuttle cannot be activated on the other end.

After confirming that there was nothing unusual around them, Lu Chang'an, Di Yanjun, and Xuan Shuijun began to regulate their breathing and meditate, first clearing away the foreign aura from their bodies.

People are shaped by the land and water they live in. If you stay in Daqing for a long time, you will become a Daqing monk. If you suddenly cross the state border, you need to integrate into the new place again.

……

It takes two or three months to get rid of the foreign atmosphere and integrate into the local culture.

Lu Changan took the opportunity to figure out whether he left any hidden dangers after leaving Dayuan.

In the years before they left Dayuan, Xiang Dalong and Jing Wufeng were known as the "Twin Dragons of the Central Region" and were quite famous. It was inevitable that they would make enemies and cause trouble.

Especially the battle between the Seven True Lords, which shocked the Central Region.

Soon, Lu Changan caught a glimpse of some mysterious causal connection.

"It's really haunting!"

Lu Changan's face was gloomy as he deduced the potential threat.

The source of the threat is related to "Mingshui Zhenjun" and the "Hei Ze Sect", one of the sixteen sects in Zhenhai.

True Lord Mingshui is a cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul. In the battle between the seven True Lords, Lu Changan designed a plan to target this woman, and teamed up with Jing Wufeng to severely injure and defeat her.

In that battle, Jing Wufeng used the pseudo spiritual treasure [Sky-Splitting Axe] to kill the physical body of True Lord Mingshui.

Lu Chang'an's [Nail-Headed Arrow] also hurt the woman's soul.

Unfortunately, his cultivation and supernatural powers were not yet mature at that time, and eventually Lord Mingshui's Nascent Soul left his body and escaped.

"After True Lord Mingshui rebuilt his body and recovered his magic power, he learned a heavy lesson. This woman knew that she could not dig out the clues and secrets of 'Tinghai Pavilion' by her own ability, so she told the first cultivator of 'Hei Ze Sect' who was at the peak of the middle stage of the Nascent Soul."

Lu Changan calculated that after he returned to Daqing that year, True Lord Mingshui gathered the Nascent Soul cultivators of the Black Water Sect and came to the Central Region to investigate.

Even tracking masters were sent out to search for possible space formations.

Fortunately, the location of the teleportation array is hidden, and it was concealed by the "Tinghai Pavilion" of the former Huashen Sect. Several Yuanying masters of the Black Water Sect searched for many years but found no clues.

Now, a hundred years have passed, and the twin dragons in the Central Region have lost their trace and have been forgotten by most cultivators.

The other Yuanyings of the Hei Ze Sect had already lost interest and patience in this.

But Lord Mingshui did not give up.

This is not only the relevant clues about Tinghai Pavilion, but also the revenge for murder and treasure.

She was certain that Jing Wufeng or Xiang Dalong were most likely cultivators from outside the domain, and that they first appeared out of nowhere in the forbidden area of ​​the Central Domain.

"If I show up in the Central Region again, I will definitely attract the attention of Master Mingshui."

A cold light flashed in Lu Changan's eyes.

At that time, when he had just entered the Nascent Soul stage, his magic weapons, supernatural powers, puppets and other means were incomplete, so True Lord Mingshui was indeed a greater threat.

Now, he doesn't need Jing Wufeng, and he is confident that he can teach this girl a lesson in a one-on-one fight.

However, it is much more difficult to actually kill a giant in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, and Lu Changan is not 100% sure.

It can be expected that Master Mingshui had suffered losses before, and next time he wants to deal with Lu Changan, he will never act alone.

"Compared to Yan Donglai, this threat is nothing."

Lu Changan shook his head and smiled bitterly.

The strength of the Hei Ze Sect is considered to be in the middle among the Sixteen Sects of Zhenhai. It is not as good as the Beast King Valley, and it does not have any Nascent Soul cultivators.

If it wasn't necessary, he didn't want to conflict with Kurosawa Zong for the time being.

Returning to Dayuan, Lu Changan's goal was to cultivate to the peak of the early Nascent Soul stage as soon as possible, and then go to the nearby Dakun.

Kunzhou is adjacent to Dayuan. This was important information that Lu Changan obtained that year.

Da Kun, where he lived in his previous life, has hope of finding the complete "Changqing Gong".

Right now, Lu Changan's cultivation is approaching the peak of the early Nascent Soul stage. As long as he finds a complete set of skills, he will be able to reach the middle Nascent Soul stage in no time.

……

Three months later.

In the central region of the Great Abyss is the Kingdom of Dayu.

Above the sky of Yunxia Sect, a dark green light, accompanied by the magical power and spiritual pressure of the Nascent Soul stage, broke through the air.

"Who is this True Lord? I have never seen him before."

The monk guarding the gate was frightened and felt unfamiliar, so he signaled for alert.

"Such a demeanor does not match the known Yuanying cultivators of Dayu Country."

Some sect disciples looked up, none of them recognizing the person coming.

Yunlan Peak.

An old foundation-building steward rubbed his eyes and said to the drunken purple-robed immortal beside him:
“Master Jiang, look! Is the person coming the former master of Yunlan Peak, Master Xiang…”

The Purple Robe Immortal was in the late Jindan stage of cultivation, with messy hair and unkempt appearance, like a down-and-out uncle who picked his toes.

But his facial features still show the handsomeness he had in his youth.

"What is it, Lord Xiang? The twin dragons of the Central Region disappeared for more than a hundred years, otherwise our Yunxia Sect would not have been schemed against and fallen into such a predicament."

Jiang Haoran burped.

Feeling the Nascent Soul magical power pressure above the sect, he looked up and his eyes widened.

Jiang Haoran shuddered, and the drunkenness instantly disappeared.

On the clouds, the Yuanying Zhenjun stood with his hands behind his back, handsome and calm, with a few strands of silver in his tied-up black hair. He was handsome and tall with a smile, and had a noble demeanor that had experienced the vicissitudes of life.

"Dalong, you are finally back."

A sad and ethereal female voice came from Zixia Peak.

A cloud of purple mist rises up, like a blooming lotus among the clouds, setting off a dreamy and fairy-like figure, whose every move is pleasing to the eye.

Fairy Zixia wears a phoenix hairpin on her head, has a bun like a cloud, long and beautiful eyebrows, a long neck, and a purple fairy dress, showing her elegance, nobility and unparalleled charm.

"I haven't seen you for a hundred years, but Zi Yan is still as beautiful as ever."

Lu Changan laughed and returned to Xiang Dalong's temperament, looking into Jiang Ziyan's beautiful lavender eyes.

One has to admit that this Jurchen lady has taken good care of herself, with skin as smooth as cream and a face as white as snow and porcelain, so delicate that it seems as if it could be blown away.

A hundred years had left no trace on her face.

However, today, a hundred years later, her cultivation has not changed much and she still has not advanced to the middle stage of Nascent Soul.

Lu Changan originally thought that with True Lord Zixia's aptitude and age, he had a certain hope of being promoted to the middle stage of the Nascent Soul.

It seems that Jiang Ziyan's situation has not been good in the past hundred years.

However, as long as Fairy Zixia is still in Yunxia Sect, Lu Changan's future practice efficiency will be guaranteed.

After exchanging a few words.

After confirming that the person in front of her was Xiang Dalong, Fairy Zixia lifted her sleeves and took his arm in public.

Like a couple of gods, the two of them descended at the mountain gate.

"Dalong, do you know how I have survived these past hundred years?"

Jiang Ziyan's eyes were full of resentment, and her expression of changing joy and anger made people feel pity for her and want to protect her.

The Yunxia Sect is originally a side sect, and Lu Changan has long been accustomed to this kind of charming and graceful manner.

"Oh? Zi Yan, why don't you tell me how you managed to survive these hundred years?"

Lu Changan looked curious.

He took advantage of the situation and put his arm around Fairy Zixia's slender waist, sniffing her delicate and timeless fragrance, and said carelessly:

"If you are bullied, someone will seek justice for you!"

The content of the discussion on Taoism will be briefly mentioned later.

Previous chapters were just side descriptions, and the scale was not as large as those of the female anchors in short videos, so they were all reported and modified.

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