There is a progress bar in my cultivation of immortality

During this period of time, the capital city seemed a bit crowded in the evening in autumn, especially on Yong'an Avenue in the south of the city. This was because the court was building a canal in the south of the city, which resulted in many streets being cut off, and only Yong'an Avenue was unobstructed.

Outside the Pingwang Inn, after the shopkeeper Qin Wang greeted the regular customers, he walked out of the inn under the flattering gazes of several waiters. A capable middle-aged man who had been waiting outside the inn for a long time saw him and immediately came forward to greet him, "Shopkeeper Qin, you are about to go out. Would you like me to call a sedan chair over?"

Qin Wang didn't pay any attention to the middle-aged man at all. After looking around, he said arrogantly, "Okay, hurry up."

"okay!"

The middle-aged man responded, not caring about Qin Wang's attitude at all. He humbly bowed to Qin Wang and then walked into the alley next to him. Soon, two people carrying a sedan chair came to Qin Wang's side.

"Go to the Moon-Watching Teahouse on Daliushu Street!"

Qin Wang gave an order with a stern face, and the sedan bearer immediately came forward and opened the curtain for him.

The capable middle-aged man just now called out in a very formal manner: "Let's get the sedan chair..." After that, he walked in front to clear the way for the sedan chair.

Jiaozi walked along Yong'an Avenue towards the north city for about six kilometers, and turned left into a crowded street. There was a night market on the street, which was mostly filled with teahouses and opera stages. There were also some merchants from the northern Yunhai Grassland setting up stalls to sell things.

There is an old willow tree at the entrance of the street. Legend has it that it was a willow tree left behind in the imperial garden of the palace when the Xia Kingdom was destroyed. It was later transplanted into the city by a passing immortal. The highest point of the willow tree is level with the two-story wooden building. The drooping branches are very dense, and you can even smell a light scent of grass when you are close to it. The government has also built a wooden fence around the willow tree and will come to repel insects regularly.

On both sides of the wooden fence is an open-air tea stall where some elderly people like to drink tea and chat, but young people are rarely seen.

When the sedan passed through the streets and alleys, one could see that people interacted with each other in a more harmonious and friendly manner than during the Xia Dynasty. Even the peasants in the countryside understood the most basic etiquette. This was the result of the doctrines of "rituals" and "goodness of human nature" promoted by Jiang Cun becoming popular in the Central Plains.

His doctrine, together with Liu Zixiu's "Zhonghe", are currently the two largest schools of thought in humanity. The imperial court educates the people with "rituals and ethics" and "goodness of human nature", and governs the world with "Zhonghe", making the national strength of Datong flourish. Although it is not as prosperous as the heyday of the Xia Dynasty, the people can live and work in peace and contentment.

Just like the middle-aged man leading the way in front of the sedan, he would politely bow and apologize to the pedestrians accidentally hit by the sedan. Although the other party would be a little annoyed, he would not pursue him.

The sedan chair reached the middle section of Daliushu Street. The Wangyue Teahouse here was the most popular teahouse on the street because their storytellers had compiled many popular stories.

"Manager Qin, we've arrived."

After the middle-aged man finished his greeting, the two sedan bearers put down the sedan. Then, the middle-aged man hurried forward and opened the curtain. Before he could greet him, Qin Wang took out two coins and said, "Wait for me here."

"Okay, please come in, Manager Qin."

The middle-aged man has a bright smile.

Qin Wang walked straight into the teahouse. The teahouse hall and the private rooms on the second floor were full of people, but it was not noisy. The loudest sound came from the storyteller sitting in the middle of the teahouse hall. He was telling a mythological story in a vivid way, and whenever he got to the moving parts, there was the sound of the guzheng.

Qin Wang just glanced at the hall and walked towards the stairs leading to the private room on the second floor, but a waiter blocked his way at the stairs.

"Mr. Liu invited me here. My last name is Wang!"

The clerk was stunned at first, then he clasped his fists and saluted, "Sir, please follow me."

When Qin Wang climbed the stairs, a mysterious light flashed in his eyes, and then his whole aura suddenly changed, becoming incompatible with this mundane world.

This is the arrival of part of Wang Ping's consciousness.

The waiter took Wang Ping to a private room on the third floor. The environment here was simple, without the various social activities in the hall, nor the clichés of the elegant room on the second floor.

"squeak~"

The waiter who led the way pushed open a private room called "Qiu Ge", and immediately a very special sandalwood scent penetrated into his nostrils.

"Sir, please take a seat. I'll go and invite the shopkeeper!"

"Ok!"

Wang Ping entered the box casually, walked to the window, sat down and pushed open the window. Suddenly, there were bursts of shouting sounds coming into his ears. This was the result of the storyteller showing off his ventriloquism.

He just watched quietly and listened to the storyteller continue his story.

But after a moment, footsteps were heard outside the box.

An old man in fancy clothes pushed open the door of the box and walked in slowly. Wang Ping did not stand up to greet him. He just watched him quietly until the man's bent back straightened up and the old look on his body gradually disappeared. Then he stood up, clasped his fists and said, "Hello, fellow Taoist."

"You are so polite, please take a seat."

The old man opposite made an inviting gesture.

The two of them sat down politely, and then the old man said, "You must have received the task of coming here to announce the resolution of the Second Seat Meeting."

Wang Ping nodded and said, "I just entered the second seat and became the chief."

The old man smiled, not surprised, and said, "Sometimes they do things so directly, but they always keep a little bit of decency."

Wang Ping said nothing.

The old man looked into Wang Ping's eyes and smiled, "Very good, you must remain cautious..." He smiled happily, and then said, "Since the dissolution of the Taiyan Sect, we have been doing all the dirty work. It was Yu Xiao who did it first, but he has an open mind that can accommodate the entire universe..."

"Then there is Xiaoshan. Although he has his own ideas, I can see that he is deeply influenced by Yuxiao and sometimes has fantasies about some people that he shouldn't have."

"You are sometimes very similar to Xiaoshan, but sometimes not. You seem to be trying to get rid of Xiaoshan's influence on purpose. That's right. Not only do you want to get rid of him, you also want to get rid of Yuanwu Zhenjun. He is the real bastard, an uneducated thief!"

The old man looked as if he had been lonely for many years. Now he finally found someone he could talk to, and he complained for a long time.

Wang Ping remained silent from beginning to end.

After the old man finished complaining and took a breath, he turned to look at the storyteller in the hall below and whispered, "Since you have all made up your mind, I will follow your decision. In fact, it is just right to go to the front line, away from this irritating world, and only have to face those foreign monsters that are no different from beasts."

"Back then, I opposed the disbanding of the Taiyan Sect, which caused the wood spirit in my body to be severely injured. They calculated the date and knew that I didn't have many years left to live. I guess they wanted me to die on the front line so that they could get another place in the fourth realm. Unfortunately, our little arms are no match for our big legs."

"In fact, my quota is not important. There are many places left for Taiyan monks!"

He turned to look at Wang Ping.

Wang Ping immediately understood what the old man meant, "Senior, do you have any clues about the Taiyan Four Realms True Spirit?"

The old man did not answer immediately after hearing this. Instead, he stared into Wang Ping's eyes for more than ten breaths before sighing, "Forget it, forget it. It's useless for me to take it. Who made my disciple useless?"

"Back then, before True Lord Huishan went insane, he captured a fourth-level true spirit and refined it into a magical tool to drive a large-scale transfer array. He wanted to use it to hunt for more fourth-level true spirits. I was the executor. Unfortunately, True Lord Huishan went insane not long after this happened, and no one knew about it anymore."

He shook his head and changed the subject, "You have seen my apprentice, right? I deliberately cultivated his murderous intent and cold nature. I originally hoped that he would inherit my legacy and turn their so-called order upside down, but I never thought that they would actually change the rules of the game."

"Bunch of bastards!"

After he finished cursing, he sighed with a slightly lonely look in his eyes, "It's a pity that my disciple was useless and couldn't compete with you. Later, I planned to take the treasure into the coffin, but then I thought it was not worth it. After thinking about it, I decided to leave it to you. After all, you are the orthodox descendant of my Taiyan Sect."

Wang Ping didn't know what to say, so he just stood up and saluted.

The old man continued, "I have not been idle for thousands of years. I have been using that magic weapon to track down clues about the other four realms of true spirits. I have found three targets, but I estimate that with your ability, you can only capture one of them at most. I have marked their frequent activity locations on the magic array inside the magic weapon." "I will give you the magic weapon when you come to me. Just take it and don't ask any more questions. Remember, before you have the ability or when your words cannot be counted, don't reveal the extra quota."

After the old man finished speaking, he stood up, and without waiting for Wang Ping to speak, he waved his hand impatiently and said, "That's it. I don't have anything else to say to you. Forget it, let me say a few words. No matter what you do in the future, don't throw away the inheritance of Taiyan Sect. Do you understand?"

"it is good!"

Wang Ping said with certainty, this was one of the few promises he made in his life.

The old man nodded and then waved his hand.

Wang Ping clasped his fists in silent greeting, then quickly walked out of the private room and soon walked out of the teahouse. He looked up at the sky, which had completely darkened, and heard the flattering voice of the middle-aged man waiting beside him: "Manager Qin, are you going back now?"

...

In the cave under the Qianmuguan Mountain Dojo.

Wang Ping withdrew his consciousness attached to the puppet, and then fell into a long silence. Yu Lian sensed Wang Ping's emotions and did not disturb him. She just lay quietly on Wang Ping's shoulder and waited.

During this meeting with Taoist Chongxing, he didn't have the time to say a single decent word, but just listened to Taoist Chongxing say a lot.

Then, he obtained a magical weapon that sealed the Fourth Realm Tai Yan True Spirit, although he has not got it yet.

This senior, like Wang Ping's master, pays special attention to the inheritance of Taiyan Sect and is willing to give everything for it. He is a traditional cultivator of the old school.

No matter what situation these people are in, there is always light in their eyes.

Perhaps only by truly walking their path can one understand them. Otherwise, outsiders can only admire them on the surface but disagree in their hearts.

After thinking for a long time, Wang Ping stood up and walked to the dark river in front. Looking at the seemingly still surface of the dark river, he asked, "Are there any fish in it?"

"Yes, their meat is very tender, but very rare, and a little poisonous. Ordinary people would not survive more than half an hour if they ate it. I read in a story that the fish in the dark river are cleaning up the filth of darkness, and they are born with merits. If people eat them, their merits will be reduced..."

Yu Lian told Wang Ping the story she saw in a chatty tone.

Wang Ping just listened quietly. After hearing Yu Lian's story, he smiled and said, "The creatures in this world are really amazing. Even under this small underground river there is a wonderful world."

After he said this, he returned to the cloud bed to meditate. As he entered into a state of meditation, a magic array automatically formed around the cloud bed. A huge map of Zhongzhou came to life in the golden light. Yu Lian happily connected to Wang Ping's soul to read the prayers of those believers, and Wang Ping quickly entered into a rational state of "self-denial".

The night passed so quietly.

When Wang Ping opened his eyes, the divine light that gathered around his body suddenly penetrated into his body like a tide, and in the blink of an eye the divine magic formation disappeared without a trace.

Yu Lian was full of energy just now, but she immediately became listless after the magic circle disappeared. She landed on Wang Ping's shoulder and got into the clothes on Wang Ping's chest. She had fallen into a deep sleep when Wang Ping stood up.

The next moment, Wang Ping appeared at the dojo on the top of the mountain.

"Wow~"

In the distant mountains, there was a group of cranes used for delivering messages calling. Their calls were very loud. When Wang Ping looked at them, they sensitively stopped calling, but when Wang Ping was not looking at them, the calls started again.

The sky was just getting light at this moment, and the cool breeze of early autumn in the south was very refreshing. Wang Ping walked into the carpentry room, took out the Star God Core and placed it casually on the wooden table near the window, then activated two puppets to refine the spirit wood.

After doing all this, he walked out of the courtyard and went to the pavilion at the edge of the garden. While enjoying the cool breeze, he replied to Man Su's message. He promised to organize manpower to be sent to the Moon Base within half a month to cooperate in the search for Wei Kong's whereabouts. He also gave the specific time to go to Chongxing Taoist's Taoist temple.

September twenty-sixth.

After the internal fighting in Qianmu Temple is over, he will have a chat with his disciples, and then plan to go to Dongzhou to find Taoist Chongxing.

Then, he sent a message to Liu Shuang to personally invite Leng Kezhen and Qingjiang to come to the temple.

Leng Kezheng was in the inner sect of Dongshui Mountain, and his identity card was registered here. After he was promoted to the third realm, he became an internal affairs disciple of Dongshui Mountain. According to the convention, they built a Taoist temple in a scenic place in the back mountain. However, since this place belonged to the shady place in the Nine Extremes Great Formation, they did not set up a spirit gathering formation for him.

Qingjiang's identity is registered with Baishui Lake, and she is a disciple of the Baishui Lake Taoist temple. Judging from the archives of the Taoist Palace, she is also considered a disciple of Wang Ping, because Wang Ping's personal Taoist temple is Baishui Lake.

During her time at Qianmu Temple, she stayed in Leng Kezhen's dojo. The friendship between the two can be traced back to when Leng Kezhen served as the commander of the Weiwei in Mozhou Road. At that time, he was still called Leng Feng, and he hated evil and tried to change the officialdom and the spiritual world of Mozhou Road.

When Liu Shuang landed in their courtyard, the two were playing chess under a banyan tree in the courtyard. When they saw Liu Shuang, they immediately stood up, clasped their fists and saluted, saying: "Greetings, Head Sister!"

Both of them acted subconsciously.

"Master has summoned the two of you. Just go to Qianmu Mountain on your own."

Liu Shuang hurriedly left a word and turned into a stream of light and left. It can be seen that she was very busy.

Qingjiang was a little dazed looking at Liu Shuang's back. Originally, she was like Liu Shuang, the most dazzling existence in the entire Haizhou Road cultivation world, but then she thought of the words Liu Shuang had just said.

Summons from the Lord?

She turned her head and looked at Leng Kezhen, and they saw confusion and seriousness in each other's eyes.

Then, they both lowered their heads to look at their clothes at the same time. They were both wearing ordinary narrow-sleeved blue Taoist robes.

Leng Kezhen and Qingjiang had both seen a fourth-level cultivator before, but they were still a little nervous because even if a fourth-level cultivator was in a bad mood and beat them to death on the spot, no one would stand up for them.

With trepidation, anticipation, and nervousness, the two flew to the foot of Qianmu Mountain, where a disciple who was going to enter the mountain to practice cultivation had already been waiting. Now, the disciples stationed outside Wang Ping's Taoist temple were at least in the Foundation Establishment Stage.

"Master Yu Lian came here just now and told you to fly directly up the mountain. It's a sin to keep the Lord waiting for so long!"

The disciple who was guiding him had an arrogant look on his face.

Leng Kezhen's face tightened, and she resisted the urge to bribe someone with silver to bring in a disciple. After exchanging a glance with Qing Jiao next to her, she turned into a stream of light and flew along the steps up the mountain to the gate of the Taoist temple on the top of the mountain.

The door was open at this moment, and a foundation-building disciple was waiting for the two of them.

"Two seniors, please come this way."

The foundation-building disciple invited the other disciples to enter the garden first and lead the way.

The cool breeze brought by the wood spirit energy in the garden relaxed the two people's nervous mood. The foundation-building disciple who was leading them stopped ten feet in front of the courtyard and said, "Two seniors, the master of the mansion is inside."

Leng Kezhen and Qingjiang both subconsciously took a deep breath after hearing this, and then Leng Kezhen walked towards the courtyard first. During this process, he recalled the first time he saw Wang Ping on Mozhou Road. It was a dark underground prison. When he saw Wang Ping carefully observing a prison that had lost its meaning of investigation, he couldn't help but walk out and say a few words of reminder.

At this moment, what he saw was the Lord of the Mansion sitting at the stone table in the center of the courtyard, studying the puppet parts in his hand with great interest.

"Greetings to Lord Changqing!"

When Leng Kezhen saw this familiar figure, he immediately clasped his fists and bowed. (End of this chapter)