Beginning to practice immortality as a refugee

Chapter 405 Sword Fighting
Zhang Cunyi mentioned his deceased grandfather Fan Buzhong and his aging mentor Li Guangshi.

The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became heavy.

Except for Sister Hong, everyone is a cultivator. The lifespan of those in the Qi training stage is one hundred and fifty years. They are all in their prime and have never thought about the issue of old age and death.

However, Fan Buzhong is gone.

Although he died at an old age, there is no regret, but it still makes people sigh.

Li Guangshi was born a warrior. Later, with the help of elixirs, although he could not practice Taoism, he was able to resume his martial arts after his broken dantian was repaired. His foundation as a warrior allowed him to absorb elixirs much more efficiently than Fan Buzhong.

However, he is now over a hundred years old. Zhang Cunyi said that he had secretly examined the old man's pulse and estimated that it has only been one or two years.

The person in charge of Shunhe City now is Fan Buju, and Zhang Biao goes back to visit him every few years.

Fan Buju had difficulty in having children because of his long-lived blood and the slow loss of his essence.

It was only because Zhang Cunyi asked Elder Tiegong for elixir that he was able to have offspring. Now, twenty years have passed since Lu Ye and others returned to Shunhe City.

Fan Buju was delighted to have a beloved grandson.

This unfortunate child was named Fan Zhongju.

Old man Fan Bu Zhong chose this name himself before he died. Everyone advised him to change it, but he insisted on his own opinion and no one could persuade him to change it.

Empress Cao has firmly established herself on the throne and has not done anything to Shunhe City, so the city is quite peaceful.

"Life is short, we still have to practice hard." Lu Ye sighed.

Everyone nodded silently, agreeing with him.

Sister Hong, who was listening silently at the side, became more determined. Even if the young lady gave her more elixirs, she would only be over a hundred years old.

But you can't be soft-hearted and harm Wang Hu.

Zhang Cunyi coughed.

"Brother, speaking of Shunhe City, there is indeed something else that is related to you."

"Fan Buju temporarily served as the city lord for twenty years and sent people to deliver messages to the mountain several times."

"The position of the crown prince has not been decided yet, I'm afraid it's not appropriate!"

"Please make a decision soon, big brother."

Lu Ye glanced at Zhang Cunyi, who lowered his head, looking a little guilty.

Wang Hu saw that Sister Hong seemed to be keeping a distance from him, and he felt sad, so he spoke more bluntly.

"Third brother, why are you so hesitant?"

"You don't dare to say it, so I will say it."

"This is what Fan Buju meant in his letter."

"Before my eldest sister-in-law was found, I had no choice but to adopt a son from the Lu family's side branch."

"Now that ten years have passed, when will my elder brother and his wife give birth to a nephew?"

"I can't let outsiders take over the throne. With my nephew here, why should I let someone else inherit the throne?"

After hearing this, Pan Furong blushed and looked at Lu Ye with some resentment.

Over the past ten years, the two of them practiced dual cultivation, and they were able to make up for the joys of the newlywed boudoir, but they were indeed childless.

Lu Ye laughed.

"It's no big deal for me."

"No, no, the method I practice requires conserving Yang and returning it to oneness. I cannot lose the Yang energy."

"Let's take it slow for now."

"As for the position of the crown prince, let's put it off for now. Anyway, Fan Buju is doing a good job as the city lord."

He is not stupid. If the world of immortal cultivation is peaceful, he should have children and practice immortal cultivation without delaying either.

However, in the past ten years or so, the world of immortal cultivation has been in turmoil, there has been unrest everywhere, and fighting and killing has become the mainstream.

So he and Pan Furong had discussed this in advance and decided not to rush into having a child. After all, monks have a long lifespan and their physical condition is at its peak, so they can have a baby at any time.

Shu Chitu complained softly beside him.

"Brother, it's not good to delay."

“Those Lu Clan children who were raised in the mansion are now fathers and have babies.”

"If we continue to raise them, half of the palace won't be enough to accommodate them."

Lu Ye rubbed his brows gently. Yes, twenty years have passed since he last returned to Shunhe City, and the next generation has grown up.

At the beginning, four or five children from the Lu family were selected. In that era, the rich believed that having many children would bring more blessings. If each of them gave birth to four or five children, the palace would almost become a kindergarten.

Lu Ye made the decision immediately.

Send someone to tell Fan Buju that all the "future princes" of this generation should be released from the palace, given some money, and sent away.

Then, we will look for those from the Lu family's side branches who are in difficult circumstances and recruit a few children to serve as the next generation of princes.

Every twenty years, a group of people are released when they reach the age, and another group is recruited.

Wang Hu, Zhang Cunyi and Shu Chitu were speechless after hearing this.

My goodness, these princes-in-waiting have become the first and second generation. According to Lu Ye’s current achievement of the Golden Elixir, they still have at least another four hundred or so years of life left.

If the members of the Lu family's side branch want to become the crown prince, they will have a long way to go.

"Isn't this the Lu family's school?" Sister Hong murmured.

"Every generation takes a few poor young men into the mansion, where they are well fed and well fed, and are taught by famous teachers until they grow up, and then are released out of the mansion."

"As long as they fight for their chance, they will have more opportunities than ordinary people when they leave the palace."

Pan Furong shook her head.

"The human heart is not enough for a snake to swallow an elephant."

"After seeing the prosperity of the palace and the attractive location, how many people can remain calm outside the palace?"

"There will definitely be many tribesmen who will change their fate and live a good life because of this, but there will also be many tribesmen who will be unable to recover and fall into the mud because of this."

After a few words of discussion, they changed the subject and talked about things related to cultivation.

Another moment passed.

Wang Hu and the others were perceptive and all said that they had gained a lot and wanted to practice in seclusion, and then they all took their leave.

Even Sister Hong, who is not a cultivator, said that she wanted to practice martial arts.

After a few people left, only Lu Ye and Pan Furong were left in the hall.

“Furong, let’s go.” Seeing that there were no outsiders around, Lu Ye grabbed the woman’s hand and said, “Didn’t you say you wanted to embroider mandarin ducks playing in the water before I went into seclusion last time?”

"Let me see how you embroider."

Pan Furong rolled her eyes at him.

"It won't be a line of egrets flying into the sky anyway."

Lu Ye touched his nose and smiled awkwardly.

The two of them left the hall hand in hand and returned to the cave, where they chatted leisurely and lovingly.

Wait until the sun sets.

Lu Yecai's face was flushed, and he walked out of the cave in high spirits, with a handkerchief embroidered by a woman with a pattern of mandarin ducks playing in the water in his arms.

On the embroidered handkerchief, I saw a pair of mandarin ducks entwined around each other's necks, showing their extraordinary love, and the scene was vivid and lifelike.

Pan Furong followed him shyly.

"Furong," Lu Ye commented while holding the handkerchief, "You can now use your flying sword to leave such a pattern on the handkerchief."

"It means that your control over your magic power has become more and more sophisticated."

"The world of immortal cultivation is even more chaotic this year. You have to hurry up and complete your foundation building as soon as possible."

Pan Furong nodded.

"Don't worry, my dear husband. I have felt something recently. I will probably be able to take the final step this year."

"As for you, you will be fighting with swords in a few days, so you must be careful."

Luye was overjoyed.

"That's great. I have the foundation-building pills here. I'll protect you when the time comes."

"As for the sword fight, don't worry, my lady. I have a lot of cards up my sleeve. I can't guarantee a big win, but saving my life won't be a problem."

The two of them whispered to each other for a while, whispering to each other's ears, and finally they were reluctant to part.

Wang Hu and the others had disappeared, and Lu Ye didn't even bother to say goodbye to them, and flew straight into the sky.

On the way, he changed into a whole set of clothes, put on a mask on his face, and turned back into the vest blue and appearance.

Lu Ye used the escape light, and in just a moment, he reached the top of Jingyanggang Mountain.

He fell from the sky and landed in the core hall of the building complex.

"Go tell Lan Wutong!"

There were deacon disciples on duty in the main hall, and Lu Ye gave the orders.

The other party kowtowed and called "Ancestor" and ran away in a hurry.

Soon, Lan Wutong arrived in a hurry.

Now he has the appearance of a middle-aged man. He has been in charge of the Lan family for more than ten years. In addition, he has completed the foundation building and has a more calm and steady aura.

"Wutong greets the ancestor!" When Lan Wutong saw Lu Ye in front of him, he hurriedly saluted.

"Okay," Lu Ye waved his hand, "Stop these empty formalities."

"I have already had a face-to-face meeting with Elder Fuyun today, and I will duel with the two Rong clan heroes in ten days."

"I will be in seclusion for the next ten days. Don't let anyone disturb me."

Lan Wutong hurriedly said yes. He knew that Lu Ye was going to go into seclusion soon, so he quickly picked out a few important things to talk about.

"Ancestor, the old man Sha Yu from Jinsha Sect has sent another flying sword, and sincerely invites you to return to the sect."

"It used to be once a year, but this year it's once every two or three months, and once a month in recent months."

"It seems that he is really anxious."

"I heard that in the last battle where Zhu Sanren fell, many people who were building their foundations also died."

"Yang Shan, Yun Yanke, and the deputy sect leader Sha Haisheng all died in this battle."

Lu Ye sneered.

"Ignore him."

What were you doing earlier?
Ten years ago, the top management had the upper hand, and if old man Sha Yu was willing to launch a fierce attack, that would be the best opportunity.

As a result, Old Man Sha Yu and the three scattered people became wary of each other, and it was said that they never attacked together again.

Otherwise, Zhu Sanren would not have died.

Now that I think about it, Lu Ye said it has nothing to do with me.

It is difficult to provide help when one is in trouble, but it is possible to add fuel to the fire.

It’s just a pity that those families and disciples of small sects in Huangsha Mountain died in that flesh and blood grinding wheel one after another.

Lan Wutong took out a jade box from his storage ring and presented it respectfully.

"Ancestor, this time Elder Sha Yu sent someone to deliver something."

"It is said that this item is a black jade bamboo joint, which is a must-have item in the Black Bamboo Secret Realm."

Lu Ye exclaimed, and became alert. He took the jade box and opened it. Sure enough, there were bamboo joints inside that were as long as a palm, as thick as two fingers, and completely black and warm to the touch.

He played with it in his hands for a few times. It felt heavy, like jade, but heavier than iron.

The bamboo joint also emits ripples that distort the surrounding air, and contains a hint of the way of space.

Over the past ten years, the black jade bamboo joints sprayed out from the Black Bamboo Secret Realm. This was no longer a secret in the eyes of masters above the Golden Core Realm.

The Mozhu Secret Realm is one of the great secret realms in Dazhongzhou. It is rich in resources, has many opportunities, and of course, high risks.

Jindan and Yuanying masters all flocked to it, and each of them put a lot of effort into collecting the black jade bamboo nodes that spurted out.

However, the ejection of black jade bamboo joints is completely irregular and the amount is small. Finding it is like looking for a needle in a haystack. Whether you can get it really depends on luck.

Patriarch Fuyun bought one at a high price and promised Lu Ye that if he found another one, he would give it to Lu Ye.

“Are you really willing to give it up?” Lu Ye touched the black jade bamboo joint and put it into the storage ring.

“Ancestor…” Lan Wutong advised, “You are responsible for the entire Lan family.”

"Old Man Sha Yu and the three scattered people, no, the two scattered people have ulterior motives. Be careful when cooperating with them."

Lu Ye sneered.

“Who wants to cooperate?”

"I'll take the stuff, but I won't go to Huangsha Mountain."

"If old man Sha Yu is not convinced, let him come to me!"

"Do you really think I have forgotten about the bullying of my Lan family?"

Only then did Lan Wutong feel relieved.

Take the benefits and don't take responsibility. This is indeed the familiar style of the ancestor.

The two talked for a while.

Lan Wutong said that during the past ten years, the Lan family has thrived in Jingyanggang, and the number of immortal seedlings in the family has returned to the hundreds. Unfortunately, half of them are children under ten years old, and they will not be able to be of great use in another ten years.

The main force of the clan now includes one foundation-building cultivator, five in the late Qi training stage, and twelve in the middle Qi training stage. Basically, they are survivors of the war who came down from the Jinsha Gate.

The entire family is far inferior to what it was during its heyday at Huangsha Mountain.

Fortunately, the ancestor's golden elixir is enough to protect the safety of the entire Lan family.

Lu Ye accepted Lan Wutong's flattery with a smile, listened to a few words, and before he got tired of it, he drove him out.

"Personal worship is unacceptable..."

Lu Ye muttered something, turned into a stream of light and flew back to his own cave to practice in seclusion.

Ten days later.

The gate of Xiaogushan Mountain is open.

Teams of monks poured out and headed down the mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, there were already monks from the Gushan Sect who had gathered soil to make a platform. They had erected a stone platform several dozen feet square out of thin air, and placed various Vajra Talismans, Mud and Stone Talismans, Solid Talismans, etc. on it.

There is a large stone chair placed on the stone platform facing south.

There are two smaller stone chairs on each side.

Soon, disciples of Gushan Sect lined up neatly under the stone platform. There were about four to five hundred of them. Members of the Lan clan were among them, all wearing the standard robes of Gushan Sect.

Their lineage is the Jingyang lineage. The Gushan Sect is divided into several lineages, and the Lan family is one of them. The difference is that other lineages have disciples with all kinds of surnames, while the Jingyang lineage, from the elders, inner and outer disciples to the servants, all have the surname Lan.

Fortunately, the Jingyang sect and the disciples of other sects get along quite harmoniously, and there isn't much dirty talk.

All the disciples gathered at this time and discussed in low voices.

"Today is the day of sword fighting. Let's watch the two old ancestors slaughter everyone and kill the ignorant Rong family heroes!"

"Well, although the final victory will belong to our Gushan Sect, we cannot underestimate them. I heard that the two heroes are from the Wei Kingdom and are also very famous among the independent cultivators!"

"Hush...the two ancestors are here."

From the top of the mountain behind, two beams of light came flying at a high speed, fell from the sky, and occupied the two stone chairs on the left.

One is a tall and strong white-haired old man with white hair and beard, eyes like copper bells, and a majestic look without even being angry. It is none other than the ancestor of Fuyun.

The other person was dressed as a scholar, a middle-aged man with an elegant temperament. He looked very good. He was the supreme elder Lan He, who had always been in seclusion and rarely appeared in front of others.

All the disciples knelt down hurriedly to pay their respects to the two ancestors.

"Humph, you may not be that capable, but you're so arrogant!"

"Children, don't kneel yet. It won't be too late to kneel after we occupy the Xiaogushan Sect!"

A series of arrogant and domineering voices echoed in the air.

I saw two streams of light, one red and one white, flying from the horizon. When they landed, they sat on the two stone chairs on the right.

These are two elderly Taoists. One wearing a white robe is the elder brother Rongshui, and the other wearing a red robe is the younger brother Ronghuo.

The two men each held a large iron rod. The white one in Rongshui's hand was a water rod, and the red one in Ronghuo's hand was a fire rod.

Probably because they had been practicing water and fire magic for many years, their beards, eyebrows and hair had turned pure white and pure red.

The two men sat down and laughed wildly, staring at Old Ancestor Fuyun and Lu Ye, unable to hide the malice in their eyes.

"What's up? Old Fuyun?"

"Decided not to hide anymore?"

"Is this some kind of supreme elder?"

“Tsk tsk tsk, it’s not easy to cultivate the golden elixir. It’s a pity that I will die here today!”

The disciples below the stage were furious and were buzzing in chaos.

(End of this chapter)