fifth form

Chapter 1848: Weak Saint Son and Weak Saint Daughter

"You are so hard to find. Sometimes the mark shows you in the east, sometimes in the south, sometimes in the north, and sometimes you can't be found at all. It's as if you have disappeared without a trace!"

The Kunlun Holy Land is really too far away from Chang'an City, and Zhang Xuezhou is also far away from home. After a long time, he rarely cares about the place where he found to learn skills along the way.

But Zhang Xuezhou still has great respect for top practitioners like the Emperor and Empress.

Moreover, he learned some fragmentary information from Ren Anran from time to time, and he had no special concerns in his heart.

Time flies like water, and it has been four or five years since he left the Kunlun Holy Land.

Listening to Cai Ma's complaints, Zhang Xuezhou could only shake his head.

"I am ashamed. I have been seriously ill and seeking medicine for the past few years, so I have not returned to the holy land to visit my master!"

Zhang Xuezhou looked sincere.

What he said was not wrong. Not to mention the past few years, he was ill before his debut and had been seeking medical treatment.

No explanation is better than the one that I am sick.

Cai Ma had a face full of complaints, but when Zhang Xuezhou spoke to explain the reason, her voice quickly faded away.

"You are sick, so why not leave a trigger in Chang'an City so that I don't have to wander around casting spells?" Cai Ma reminded in a low voice, "Besides, the food here is very expensive, and the accommodation is also very expensive. I have used up all my money."

"This... This is mainly because I don't know how to do it." Zhang Xuezhou hesitated for a moment and said, "I haven't learned the art of leaving a lead. What I learned in the Holy Land is the art of avoidance!"

"Oh, that's really too difficult. Maybe it's your avoidance technique that caused the trouble. I tried every time to cast the technique but couldn't find you," Cai Ma said with sudden realization.

"What tracking technique did you use on me?" Zhang Xuezhou asked with great interest.

"Natural magic, as long as I know your date of birth, or have your essence and blood, I can trace it back!"

"Natural magic?"

Zhang Xuezhou has always been interested in the art of tracking.

He had been away from the Kunlun Holy Land for many years, but he did not expect that he could be stopped and tracked down by Cai Ma on the street. This tracking technique was undoubtedly very powerful.

Zhang Xuezhou asked with great interest, and Cai Ma did not hide anything and directly reported his abilities.

"Are you cultivating your destiny?" Zhang Xuezhou asked curiously.

"I am cultivating acquired destiny," Cai Ma nodded repeatedly.

"It seems that there is a destiny behind it," Zhang Xuezhou said with a smile.

"The destiny is created by the times. We can only practice in the corresponding era. We are not in that era, so we can only strive to catch up and pursue the future!"

The era of cultivating destiny does not mean that the years are particularly suitable for cultivating destiny, but that there are resources for cultivating destiny in that era.

When more people practice it, these resources will be used up, and it will be difficult for anyone to practice life-telling techniques according to the corresponding methods.

When Cai Ma talked about his own practice, he couldn't help but sigh a little. It was obvious that he had suffered a lot in this kind of practice.

“That’s so hard!”

Zhang Xuezhou looked sympathetic and quickly gave up the idea of ​​learning from Cai Ma.

"Kunlun and Chang'an are tens of thousands of miles apart. You have come all the way to see me. I guess you have something urgent to tell me."

The two sides gained basic familiarity through conversation, and Zhang Xuezhou also fully determined the other party's identity and chose to directly ask about relevant matters.

"It's very important to say it's important, but it's not that important to say it's not important either." Cai Ma said unhappily, "The Emperor asked me to come down the mountain to check on your practice!"

“I didn’t expect the teacher to care about me so much!”

After hearing what Cai Ma said, Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help but think back and forth. One possibility was that the emperor really cared about him, and Zhang Xuezhou could cry and complain that his head had been opened, and ask the emperor for the elixir to heal the bridge between heaven and earth.

Another possibility is the Emperor’s calculation. Once Zhang Xuezhou loses his value, the other party will treat him as a discarded pawn.

With Ren Anran communicating with the Emperor for so many years, how could Zhang Xuezhou not know that the Emperor was also promoting the spiritual strengthening chapter.

In his heart, he undoubtedly leaned towards the second judgment. After all, he and the Emperor had only spent a short period of time together, so it was hard to say that they were very friendly and caring towards each other.

The Emperor most likely wanted to check his progress in cultivation and thus obtain relevant information through reverse deduction.

"My cultivation is just so-so now," Zhang Xuezhou said, "There is no spiritual energy in this environment, and there are no great medicines for cultivation. It is difficult to quickly improve my cultivation!"

"That's right. I said it's hard to practice outside. It wouldn't make much difference if I found you one or two years later." Cai Ma said happily, "You don't know that I did a good deed halfway through. I ran back to the holy land and was scolded by the queen. After that, I concentrated on my journey and rushed all the way here. If your cultivation is average, there will be no delay!"

"Do you mean it's better if my cultivation level is lower?" Zhang Xuezhou asked suspiciously.

"If your cultivation is low and you want to improve, the Queen said you can follow me back to the Holy Land." Cai Ma said, "Our Holy Land is not short of medicine, I guarantee you will have no problem reaching the sixth level!"

“The sixth realm’s cultivation isn’t that high, right?” Zhang Xuezhou said.

“How can the sixth realm not be high? It is only one step away from the seventh realm. Once you enter the seventh realm and evolve your magical powers, you can transform from a mortal to a god.” Cai Ma said, “You have never experienced this realm, so you don’t know how important it is. I have practiced hard for decades, and my dream is to enter the seventh realm!”

"You haven't even reached the realm of magical power?"

"What do you mean you haven't even reached the realm of magical power? How can you be so arrogant when your cultivation is just average?"

Zhang Xuezhou looked at Cai Ma.

He indeed did not see any signs of powerful magical powers in Cai Ma.

Previously, Zhang Xuezhou believed that Cai Ma's cultivation was too high, which made it impossible for him to see through him. Now that he has come to his senses, Zhang Xuezhou feels that Cai Ma probably has no great magic power at all, but another kind of "life force" from cultivation.

One fate and two fortunes. Practicing the art of fate and fortune is extremely strange.

Others couldn't tell that Zhang Xuezhou had practiced the art of fortune-telling, let alone judge his level of fortune-telling. It was normal that Zhang Xuezhou couldn't see Cai Ma's fortune-telling skills.

Moreover, Cai Ma's practice should have been extremely unconventional. In order to ensure that his magical powers were focused on fate, he most likely did not practice other techniques.

"So Cai Ma walked from Kunlun Holy Land to Chang'an City?"

He argued with Cai Ma for a few sentences, and after understanding the situation, he felt that Cai Ma was a man of great perseverance, as he could come to Chang'an City alone from thousands of miles away.

"Didn't the Emperor help you reach the realm of supernatural powers?" Zhang Xuezhou asked casually.

"This realm cannot be guaranteed. Besides, I am practicing the art of destiny. The Emperor and the Empress do not have any special experience. I can only rely on myself to slowly explore and move forward!"

Cai Ma had a bit of a temper, but whenever Zhang Xuezhou asked, she would respond very quickly, and she didn't care at all that Zhang Xuezhou had a disagreement with her in the previous sentence.

“That’s so hard!”

Zhang Xuezhou sighed. He thought of Zhu Shiyin, the Holy Son of the Evil Rosschuan Holy Land, and the many Buddhist disciples of the Western Church. Then he looked at the Holy Maiden of the Kunlun Holy Land. He felt that the Kunlun Holy Land was indeed getting weaker with each generation. The strength of this Holy Maiden was not worth mentioning at all. She was just a small cannon fodder among a group of holy land heirs.

"My cultivation is very difficult, but yours is not as difficult as mine," Cai Ma said happily, "The Emperor asked you to cultivate faster. If you can't do it, go back to the Holy Land and wait until the Hundred Years' Agreement begins. Then it will depend on you to win some face!"

"What hundred-year agreement?"

"Every hundred years, each major holy land will select the most outstanding saints and saints to fight each other." Cai Ma said: "I can't do it anymore. Everything depends on you!"

"What can I do for you?" Zhang Xuezhou asked in surprise, "I've only been learning martial arts in Kunlun for half a month. Can someone like me go on stage?"

"But the Emperor designated you as the Holy Son, so it must be you who will take the stage?"

"I am the Holy Son of the Holy Land? Are you kidding me? How can there be a Holy Son as miserable as me? Are you looking for a scapegoat?"

Zhang Xuezhou originally had some thoughts of returning to the holy land to get some benefits, but when Cai Ma said something, he lost all desire to return to the Kunlun holy land.