Longevity from Liao Zhai

Chapter 223 Wedding
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Jiaofang Division.

Mingyue felt the changes in her cultivation level. She never thought that she could reach the third level in her lifetime!

The three grades of Confucianism.

A person with the third rank of cultivation can live for hundreds of years.

"With this identity, I won't have to stay in this kind of place anymore." Mingyue murmured to herself, "There will be dignitaries and cultivators above the third rank who will take a fancy to me, and I won't have to serve these stinky men anymore."

Mingyue knew that cultivation would help her regain her freedom.

But Mingyue was not happy, because a man had been deeply engraved in her soul.

This little brother is Mingyue’s benefactor. Mingyue’s several breakthroughs were all due to Zhou Ping.

"Yeah, you don't have to stay in this place anymore."

A man appeared behind Mingyue, and this man was none other than Zhang Ziling.

Behind Zhang Ziling there was a woman who was the madam of the Jiaofang Bureau, and another one was Liu Ruyan.

"Mom, what is this?" Mingyue was a little confused by the trio in front of her.

The madam? Liu Ruyan? And a strange man?

Zhang Ziling looked at Mingyue with admiration: "I really didn't expect that she would break through to the third rank. This is beyond my expectation."

Mingyue asked doubtfully: "Mom, what is this?"

The madam said softly, "Saint girl, this is the master of the family. He is here to take you home."

Zhang Ziling threw out a mark in his hand, which landed on Mingyue's forehead.

The dullness in Mingyue's eyes gradually turned cold, and countless images flashed through her eyes, including plants, insects, fish, yin and yang, life and death.

Zhang Ziling turned and looked at Liu Ruyan: "How are you doing over there?"

Liu Ruyan hesitated for a while and said, "The Saint is already a fourth-rank Buddhist, and has met the expectations of the Patriarch."

Zhang Ziling shook his head: "The other one is too far behind, so she must reach the third rank."

Liu Ruyan frowned and said nothing.

Zhang Ziling continued, "I heard that you and a young man are already married."

Liu Ruyan looked a little flustered: "It was just a fake act, in order not to reveal my true identity, so..."

Zhang Ziling waved his hand and said, "You can marry him."

Liu Ruyan was slightly stunned, and then she understood what Zhang Ziling said: "Yes, Patriarch, the Patriarch is very smart."

On Qinglong Mountain.

Thousands of scholars recited "Song of the Wine" together, which enabled many people to achieve breakthroughs in their cultivation.

Although Meng Jiusheng was a little unhappy at first, after all, he cooked a table full of dishes for his younger generations to eat, but he didn't expect that they would be eaten by others.

However, later on, Meng Jiusheng couldn't stop laughing.

Meng Hetang actually used the opportunity to successfully enter the third rank.

Didn’t Meng Jiusheng set up this scheme just to allow Meng Hetang to enter the third rank?

Now Meng Hetang has indeed entered the third rank.

Not only that, there is also a line in Zhou Ping's poem "Master Meng, Fan Shiyi".

"This poem by Zhou Ping is quite good. It will surely be passed down through the ages." Meng Jiusheng was smiling the whole time and his words were no match for his words.

From now on, no matter who wants to recite this poem, they have to look up who this "Master Meng" is. Meng Jiusheng will be remembered forever.

"Brother Fan, what do you think of this poem?" Zhou Ping looked at Fan Shiyi.

Fan Shiyi held the wine and sat side by side with Zhou Ping on a stone. She took a sip of the wine and her face flushed slightly: "When I entered the third rank, I was a little worried."

Zhou Ping was a little surprised: "What are you worried about?"

Fan Shiyi was silent for a moment and took another sip of wine.

"The third rank is like a natural chasm. Many people pass through it in their lifetime. Some people, after passing through, can only watch their loved ones and friends around them grow old one by one, while they themselves have to live for hundreds of years."

"Sometimes I get scared. I'm scared that someone as interesting as you will die while I'm still alive. I have to take care of you until the end of your life."

"But since you have this poem, I think you will definitely be able to enter the third rank in the future."

Fan Shiyi took another sip of wine, and the blush on his face became even darker.

Zhou Ping looked at Fan Shiyi's face seriously. Fan Shiyi was drinking and talking. There was a smell of alcohol in her mouth, but there was also a fragrance behind the alcohol.

Zhou Ping looked at Fan Shiyi's face and was stunned for a moment. What a nice smell.

"Zhou Ping, what are you looking at? You are stunned." Xiao Qing joked, "Is it because wine doesn't make you drunk, but you make yourself drunk?"

Zhou Ping quickly retracted his gaze, feeling a chill in his heart. How could I have such feelings towards a man? Could it be that he was really going to be turned gay?
"Zhou Ping, how is it? You have written a peerless poem. Do you intend to enter the third rank?" Fan Shiyi was drunk and a little tipsy.

Zhou Ping felt the changes in his body. But it was useless.

Fan Shiyi said: "This poem has helped almost 20% of the people to enter the rank. In the future, they will spread this "Jiang Jin Jiu" throughout the entire Wei Dynasty. By then, it will be difficult for you not to enter the third rank."

Zhou Ping nodded slightly: "When I enter the third rank, you will be free and you won't need to be my protector anymore."

Fan Shiyi was slightly stunned. She had never thought about this question before. Freedom? No need to be Zhou Ping's protector.

If Zhou Ping really reaches the third rank, then I won't have to stay by his side anymore. I'll have to go back to the capital, and we might have fewer opportunities to meet.

Perhaps, it will be difficult to see each other again.

As soon as he thought of this, Fan Shiyi suddenly felt empty in his heart.

"Zhou Ping, you are truly a banished immortal of this world." Although Meng Jiusheng provided a stage for Zhou Ping to perform, he gained unexpected benefits. Not only did he achieve his original goal, but he would also become famous throughout the world with this poem.

"Zhou Ping, how can you write such a good poem? Can you tell us about it?" a scholar shouted.

"Yes, teach us your method of writing poetry."

"Yes, yes, yes. I came all the way here just to hear how you write poetry. I want to learn from you."

The scholars started to make a fuss.

Fan Shiyi, Meng Jiusheng and Meng Hetang also looked at Zhou Ping.

Zhou Ping scratched his head and looked at these people. He couldn't say that all these poems were copied, right?

Suddenly, Zhou Ping had an idea and then stood up.

Zhou Ping took a sip of wine and glanced at the group of scholars. Fan Shiyi was squatting on a rock, his arms wrapped around his knees, looking up at Zhou Ping.

"The White Cloud Capital in the sky, with twelve towers and five cities."

"The immortal touches my top and bears longevity."

Zhou Ping's voice was three parts unrestrained, three parts arrogant, three parts unruly, and a little drunken.

After Zhou Ping finished speaking, the scene fell silent again.

There is only the sound of the waterfall.

Fan Shiyi's eyes were filled with confusion. Was he really a banished immortal?
Meng Jiusheng couldn't help but marvel at it. Although he was a second-rank official, he had long regarded Zhou Ping as a peer.

As Meng Hetang listened to Zhou Ping's casual verses of poetry, Zhou Ping in his heart had already turned into a mountain.

Everyone had this thought at this moment. Could it be that Zhou Ping was really a banished immortal who had been banished to the mortal world?
Did the immortals in heaven teach Zhou Ping these shocking poems?

The eyes of each scholar were filled with excitement.

They began to recite Zhou Ping's poems.

These lines of poetry once again float over Qinglong Mountain.

"Hey, Mr. Fan, what are you thinking about? Why do you look a bit infatuated?" Xiao Qing looked at Fan Shiyi teasingly.

Fan Shiyi quickly retracted his gaze. Zhou Ping was so brilliant at that moment. I'm afraid any woman would be moved.

No, not only women, but men would be moved when they see it.

"I used to think that no one in this world could defeat me except my father."

"Until I saw him, I realized there was someone better than me in this world."

"I suddenly felt that I was not even a firefly in front of him."

In Fan Shiyi's heart, Zhou Ping also became taller, as tall as his father Fan Zhongfu.

"Zhou Ru, according to what you said, those of us who have no talent should not study? Should we not write poetry?" A square-faced man in the crowd said.

For a moment, most people stared at Zhou Ping.

Among the scholars, there are only a few with brilliant talents, but the vast majority are mediocre.

There may be only one talented person in a hundred, and the vast majority are ordinary people.

So, most people were looking at Zhou Ping.

Fan Shiyi also looked at Zhou Ping. She couldn't answer this question because she was a one in a million genius.

Meng Jiusheng shook his head: "I'm not a genius, I also studied hard."

Zhou Ping looked at the nearly 1,000 students and was silent for a long time. Then he asked, "What's your name and where are you from?"

The square-faced man said excitedly: "I am from Dongyang County, Yongzhou Prefecture, and my surname is Ma."

Zhou Ping nodded, then looked at Fan Shiyi and said, "My handwriting is ugly, can you write for me? I want to give him a poem."

Fan Shiyi took the wine and waved his hand. A scroll appeared in his mouth. She held a pen and Xiaoqing ground it for Fan Shiyi.

"A preface to Ma Sheng from Dongyang." Zhou Ping said slowly.

At the same time, Meng Hetang and many other scholars took out their pens to write down Zhou Ping's teachings.

"I loved studying when I was young. My family was poor and I had no access to books. I would borrow books from people who had collections, copy them by hand, and return them on a certain date."

"It was very cold, the inkstone was frozen solid, my fingers could not bend or stretch, but I did not slack off."

"After finishing, I ran to see it off, not daring to exceed the agreed time. As a result, many people lent me books, and I was able to read a wide range of books."

Fan Shiyi waved his brush and wrote down Zhou Ping's words on the scroll one by one.

For a moment, Fan Shiyi seemed to see a student who was studying hard, Zhou Ping who was still copying books in winter.

Fan Shiyi felt distressed, but immediately became sober. I know his life story. He has always been a bodyguard. When has he ever written a poem?

Fan Shiyi felt strange because she had never seen Zhou Ping reading before.

But Zhou Ping's words showed how hard he worked.

You have to know that this group of scholars have always been proud of being able to write poetry without reading books, and ashamed of studying hard.

In fact, many people study secretly, pretending that they are not working hard, but in fact they are secretly crushing others.

Fan Shiyi nodded and had a glimmer of understanding: he wanted all students in the world to study hard, instead of pretending not to study but actually studying in secret.

If this trend can really be changed, it would be a great good thing.

Zhou Ping read slowly, pausing between sentences to give the scholars time to memorize it.

"After I came of age, I became more and more fascinated by the teachings of saints and wise men, and I was also worried about not having a great teacher or famous person to associate with. I would travel hundreds of miles to ask questions from the elders in my hometown. The elders were virtuous and respected, and their rooms were filled with disciples. I never declined their offer."

"I stood by his side, helping him with his questions and asking questions, leaning forward and listening attentively. Sometimes he would scold me, but I would be even more respectful and polite, not daring to say a word in reply. When he was pleased, I would ask again. Therefore, although I was stupid, I finally learned something. When I was studying with my teacher, I carried a box and dragged my shoes through deep mountains and valleys. It was a bitter winter with strong winds and heavy snow several feet deep. My feet were chapped but I didn't notice it."

"Ma Shengjunze of Dongyang has been in the Imperial College for two years and is highly regarded by his peers. When I went to the capital, he brought his fellow villager's son to visit me and wrote a long letter as a gift. The words were very fluent. When I debated with him, his words were harmonious and his expression was calm."

"I think I studied very hard when I was young, so I can be called a good student! When he was about to go home to see his parents, I told him about the difficulty of learning. He said that I encouraged my fellow villagers to learn, which is my ambition; those who slandered me for boasting about my good fortune and being arrogant to my fellow villagers, do they know me?"

Zhou Ping recited the entire poem and breathed a sigh of relief.

This poem "Farewell to Ma Sheng of Dongyang" is very appropriate. Although I am not Song Lian and have not studied hard, it is just the right poem for these scholars.

Don't think of any shortcuts.

Even though there are people with overflowing talent, there are also people who spend decades honing their skills.

Some people write many poems in their lifetime, but some people only leave behind one poem, but even that one poem can become famous through the ages.

When Zhou Ping was reciting the poem, Meng Jiusheng was suddenly inspired. He also spread out the flower scroll and began to paint.

In the painting, Zhou Ping is holding a wine glass with a waterfall behind him. On the stone wall next to the waterfall is engraved "Jiang Jin Jiu". Below Zhou Ping are scholars who are taking notes seriously.

Next to Zhou Ping is the androgynous Fan Shiyi, and on the right is the polished Xiaoqing.

Fan Shiyi was recording with his face tilted to the side, while Xiaoqing looked a little playful, putting her feet in the water and splashing water.

Meng Jiusheng was already a third-rank artist and had lived for hundreds of years. He was an extremely good painter and could quickly capture the spirit of every person.

"Grandfather, why am I not in the painting?" Meng Hetang stretched his neck to look at Hua Juan. He was also beside Zhou Ping, so he should be in the painting.

Meng Jiusheng breathed a sigh of relief: "It's not appropriate."

Meng Hetang was a little unhappy: "I am also a third-rank official, why am I not in tune with the situation?"

Meng Jiusheng held up the painting and said, "Look at the light and shadow, the composition, it's just right to put three people in the picture, especially putting the beauty in addition to the protagonist, it's simply natural and there is no flaw at all."

"So I am the defective one." Meng Hetang said unconvincedly, "It's ok that there is a beautiful woman in the painting, but Fan Shiyi is a man."

Meng Jiusheng tilted Meng Hetang's head and said, "Fan Shiyi is indeed a man, but he is good-looking. Are you better looking than him?"

Meng Hetang glanced at Fan Shiyi and had to say that Fan Shiyi was indeed so beautiful that it was hard to tell whether he was a man or a woman. As a man, sometimes when he looked at him, he couldn't help but want to get closer to him.

Meng Hetang sighed, he was convinced.

Fan Shiyi was shocked when she saw the poem. She knew that Zhou Ping was just making it up because the things in the poem did not exist at all and Zhou Ping did not study so hard.

"I haven't experienced it, but he writes it so simply and convincingly." Fan Shiyi didn't expect Zhou Ping to write so well.

The style of this poem is quite different from Zhou Ping's previous style. Zhou Ping's previous poems were arrogant and elegant, but this poem is very simple, and is somewhat similar to the style of the poem "Ploughing in the Midday Sun".

Suddenly, Fan Shiyi thought of something and looked at the words on the cliff. The more she looked, the brighter her eyes became: "So it was really him! He was the one who wrote "Ploughing in the Field at Noon."

If it was really him who wrote "Ploughing in the Noon Sun", then he is the cloth-strip hero, and he is the one who saved Xiaoqing and me that day.

In a secret place, Fan Shiyi saw with his own eyes the hero of cloth strip write "Ploughing in the Noon Sun" and then obtained the storage jade.

Although Fan Shiyi suspected that Zhou Ping was the Cloth Strip Hero, he no longer doubted it because Zhou Ping's handwriting was completely different from that of the Cloth Strip Hero.

But when people write, their habits will be inadvertently exposed.

For example, when the hero Bu Tiao wrote words, the hook strokes in all his words would return to the tip of the brush.

Fan Shiyi had seen Zhou Ping write, but Zhou Ping basically did not use the stroke back to write. However, all the characters on this mountain used the stroke back to write.

In an instant, Fan Shiyi understood everything.

"He got that piece of storage jade, so he is the Bu Tiao hero. He should have already reached the third level of cultivation! Otherwise, he would not be able to be that big mountain. Could he be at the second level of cultivation?" Fan Shiyi was confused again.

At this moment, the scholars below were all very excited.

The meaning of Zhou Ping's poem is very clear. I am not a genius. I have also studied hard for many years to achieve this.

Among the scholars present, Chen Chao was slightly stunned. He knew Zhou Ping's background very well. What about studying hard and not being able to move his fingers in the winter? This was simply impossible.

Many things described in the poem do not exist in Qinghe County at all.

This shows that Zhou Ping was making up stories.

However, Chen Chao's idea was the same as Fan Shiyi's. Zhou Ping wanted to change the trend among scholars and make everyone think that Zhou Ping had studied hard to write so many good poems.

"Zhou Ping, no, it should be Zhou Ru. His good intentions are really comparable to those of a great Confucian scholar." Chen Chao has completely regarded Zhou Ping as a great Confucian scholar.

Meng Jiusheng also said: "Zhou Ping, just with this poem, you are comparable to a great scholar. This is a very good thing for us Confucians and for the world."

Meng Jiusheng could also see that Zhou Ping's poems were encouraging people to study hard, but the poems Zhou Ping himself wrote were obviously not the result of hard work.

Not admitting that you are a genius, and deceiving the world that your good poems come from hard study, is a great good deed and a white-hearted deception.

Fan Shiyi gave his handwritten version to Dongyang Ma Sheng, who was naturally very excited.

Ma Sheng's family was a well-off one. He worked part-time as a farmer and part-time as a student, but the poems he wrote were always lacking in quality. Several times he wanted to give up studying and become a farmer or go into business.

Zhou Ping's poem reaffirmed his determination to study.

Not only Ma Sheng, but also many other scholars, they all had the same idea as Ma Sheng: Zhou Ping worked so hard, we can only write good poems if we work harder than him.

"Fan Ru, what do you think of my painting?" Meng Jiusheng gave the painting to Fan Shiyi.

Fan Shiyi was very impressed.

It has to be said that Meng Jiusheng perfectly portrayed Zhou Ping's unruly talent, Xiaoqing's ignorance of the world, and Fan Shiyi's demeanor.

"Zhou Ping, what do you think of this painting?" Meng Jiusheng asked Zhou Ping.

The smile on Zhou Ping's lips was harder to suppress than AK's, but he felt that it seemed to have some flaws.

"Originally, there was also a picture of me, this unfilial descendant, but I thought he was a flaw, so I didn't draw him." Meng Jiusheng said, pointing at Meng Hetang who looked dissatisfied.

Zhou Ping burst out laughing.

Xiao Qing looked at the scroll and shook her head, "I think there are still some flaws. If these flaws are gone, Zhou Ping's style will be better displayed."

Meng Jiusheng asked curiously: "What flaw?"

"There should be two beauties around Zhou Ping, but there is also a man. This is not very interesting." Xiao Qing looked at Fan Shiyi with a wicked smile.

Zhou Ping nodded slightly. This was what he meant just now. Fan Shiyi's brilliance was not inferior to his own, which made him seem less charming and brilliant.

It's just like the girls who dance with Mingxing are not very pretty, otherwise they would block the beauty of the bright moon.

Fan Shiyi does seem to be taking over the show.

Meng Jiusheng slapped his thigh, then took a big stroke of the brush and finished another picture in just a few breaths.

Everyone looked at it.

Only one thing moved, and that was Fan Shiyi.

"I have also seen Fan Ru's mother, so I drew a picture of Fan Ru's sister by combining the appearance of Fan Ru and his mother. That's all." Meng Jiusheng said.

Fan Shiyi was slightly stunned and felt a little angry and embarrassed.

Zhou Ping was a little stunned. The woman in the painting had the temperament of Fan Shiyi, and she was also extremely beautiful, which made people's heart beat fast. Xiaoqing laughed.

"Fan Shiyi, look, Zhou Ping is staring at you in amazement."

Qinghe County.

The entrance of Zhou Ping's house was crowded with people, including his fellow villagers as usual, as well as Magistrate Lu and Wang Cheng.

"County Magistrate Lu, Brother Wang Cheng, please walk slowly."

"Aunt Chen, why are you here too?"

"Erdan Scar, we are brothers, you are too polite."

On the Qinglong Mountain, Zhou Ping carved "Song of the Wine" and wrote two good poems in succession. The people of Qinghe County all knew about this.

Meng Jiusheng even said: "He will be able to enter the third rank soon."

Although common people don’t know much, they know that after entering the third level, one can live for hundreds of years, which makes one a land immortal, so everyone wants to establish a good relationship with him.

Zhou Ping spent the whole day accepting gifts.

He Yunqing was busy receiving gifts and registering them.

Finally it was night and Zhou Ping finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Almost everyone in Qinghe County has given gifts, but there are two people who should have given gifts but didn't." He Yunqing said as he looked at the account book.

Liu Ruyan is holding Xiaobai and petting the cat.

Yan Yi asked curiously, "Who didn't send it?"

He Yunqing smiled and said, "First, there is Miss Mingyue from the Jiaofang Division. It is said that she was promoted to the third rank yesterday because of Zhou Ping's poem. And then there is you. Shouldn't you also give a gift?"

Yan Yi curled her lips: "Uncle Bo has told Zhou Ping to hand me over to him. Do you think I still need to give him a gift?"

After Yan Yi finished speaking, Xiaobai let out an "Ah" and suddenly jumped off Liu Ruyan, then looked at Liu Ruyan in confusion.

At that moment, Xiaobai couldn't help but feel a murderous intent.

However, the murderous intent flashed across his mind, and Xiaobai was confused and was hugged by Liu Ruyan again.

"It's hard to say. They will come to give gifts again in a while." Liu Ruyan said while touching Xiaobai.

Yan Yi asked in confusion: "Aunt Liu, what do you mean?"

Liu Ruyan looked at Zhou Ping lovingly: "Zhou Ping, we are getting married, so they must prepare another gift."

After he said this, everyone was dumbfounded.

Zhou Ping was stunned for a moment, and then his mind raced. He and Liu Ruyan were already married, and they had been detoxifying almost day and night recently.

However, Zhou Ping never expected that she would propose to get married.

Yan Yi felt a little disappointed. She moved her lips but said nothing.

He Yunqing was even more stunned.

"Yunqing, prepare generous return gifts when the time comes, so as not to let our fellow villagers suffer." Liu Ruyan said again.

He Yunqing just said woodenly: "Yes."

In the Jiaofangsi.

The madam said to Zhang Ziling, "Master, the stimulation doesn't seem to be enough."

Zhang Ziling snorted coldly: "Let the wind blow for a while. When the two of them get married, I don't believe she won't break through to the third rank!"

The madam thought for a moment and said, "If the Saint Girl has not yet broken through to the third rank, I do have a solution."

Zhang Ziling said "Oh" softly: "What's the solution?"

The madam smiled and said, "I have been in the Jiaofang Bureau for many years. I have seen many men and women making love, and I have also seen many sincere and passionate relationships. I think if we want to make the saint die and break through, we just need to let her see Zhou Ping pressing on Ruyan."

Zhang Ziling looked at the madam with admiration, and said quietly, "If that doesn't work, just let her see Ruyan pressing on Zhou Ping."

Madam: "The master is a genius!"

"That man will be back soon. Is the killer ready?" Zhang Ziling asked.

The madam said, "Everything is ready."

"The Immortal Grass has appeared in the world faster than expected. What on earth did the damn Demon Lord do to disrupt the destiny?" Zhang Ziling complained in his heart.

This night.

Yan Yi was a little upset, so she left the house and wandered around Qinghe County.

Yan Yi felt a little uncomfortable with the crowdedness in Qinghe County, so she went out of the city.

Outside the city, Yan Yi heard the sound of fighting.

Originally Yan Yi wanted to leave, but then she heard a familiar voice. The voice turned out to be the head of the Yan family, her own father.

Yan Yi hurried to the scene of the fight, where several men in black were besieging the people from the escort agency.

A dozen people from the escort agency were besieged by the men in black and were slaughtered in the blink of an eye, leaving only the head of the Yan family.

"Little Swallow." The head of the Yan family was struggling to hold on because he was only a seventh-grade cultivator.

"Dad." Yan Yi was about to rescue him, but the head of the Yan family suddenly paused, then looked at his chest in disbelief. On his chest, a beating heart was held in someone's hand.

Yan Yi was furious and grief-stricken. She was closest to Uncle Bo, but she never expected that her father was the one who harmed Uncle Bo.

Although Yan Yi hated her own father, the head of the Yan family was the person who loved her the most in the world.

A sense of fragmentation appeared in Yan Yi's body, a fifth-grade warrior!
Not far away, Zhang Ziling stood on a tree branch and nodded with satisfaction.

One month.

The people and officials of Qinghe County, the soldiers who came from Qianzhou City to mine, and tens of thousands of miners all went to Qinglong Mountain.

The government issued the pattern of the immortal grass, and everyone went up the mountain to look for the immortal grass.

Not only them, but also foreign cultivators flocked in.

Among them there are many third- and second-grade masters.

During these days, a magic circle protecting the city was raised in Qinghe County.

Magistrate Lu was afraid that there were too many experts and he would be defeated, so he set up a magic circle to protect himself.

The city protection magic circle can suppress cultivation, so many evil demons dare not enter Qinghe County.

"I didn't expect it to be so quiet. I thought there would be a lot of people." Yan Yi said with a sigh.

Zhou Ping and Liu Ruyan's wedding arrived as scheduled.

Originally He Yunqing had prepared a buffet with thousands of tables, but he didn't expect that the government would ask the people to go up the mountain to find the immortal grass.

So there weren't many people present.

Fan Shiyi, Xiaoqing, He Yunqing, Yanyi, Meng Jiusheng and Meng Hetang, as well as Yuan Gong, Chen Erdan and Scar.

Liu Ruyan was wearing a bright red wedding dress, and her eyes were filled with joy. She asked He Yunqing, "Yunqing, does it look good?"

He Yunqing was stunned for a moment: "Mom, you look good in anything you wear."

Liu Ruyan sighed and said, "I didn't expect that things would come to this. When I first met him, I wanted him to be your son-in-law."

"Mom! Stop talking." He Yunqing said angrily, with a hint of deep fatigue in his eyes.

Suddenly, He Yunqing seemed to understand the eight sufferings in life as taught by Buddhism.

"Birth, aging, sickness, death, meeting with those we hate, separation from those we love, the five elements blazing, nothing we can ever get." He Yunqing recited in his heart, especially, "nothing we can ever get."

Not getting what you want is the most painful of the eight sufferings.

He Yunqing had no feelings for Zhou Ping at first, but later on, the two of them interacted more and more, and their bond grew deeper and deeper.

The girl in seclusion and the young man with high spirits, what a perfect match.

But later He Yunqing gradually discovered that something was wrong. Zhou Ping didn't seem to have much interest in him, but was more interested in Liu Ruyan.

He Yunqing originally had a sense of luck in her heart, she felt that the world would not allow the two of them to be together.

However, fate tricked people.

Now that Zhou Ping and Liu Ruyan are together, He Yunqing must suppress whatever thoughts are in his mind.

"Why is it my mother and not Yan Yi? If it was Yan Yi, I would also take that step bravely."

"Is this what you cannot ask for? It is indeed something more bitter than life and death."

In an instant, He Yunqing had an epiphany, but it seemed that he was still just a little bit away from breaking through that little bit of enlightenment.

In the Zhou family residence.

"It doesn't matter if there are few people. I'll draw more people!" Meng Jiusheng waved his brush, and hundreds of people appeared in the courtyard. These people played music and made the courtyard immediately lively.

Zhou Ping thanked him, "That's thoughtful."

The wedding started in a lively atmosphere.

The newlyweds were very happy, but everyone else had different expressions.

Xiaobai is still silly and stupid. She has already reached the ninth level of cultivation, but because she relies on the transformation grass to transform, her IQ is somewhat limited.

Next was Xiaoqing, who was eating grapes with a nonchalant look on her face. For a demon like her, the wedding was just a formality. She would still ask Zhou Ping for Yang Qi and practice dual cultivation anyway.

Yan Yi was a little sad. The head of the Yan family died a month ago. She and Zhou Ping buried him in peace.

On the surface, He Yunqing seemed to be busy and happy, but the fatigue in his eyes was becoming more and more intense, and it seemed that he could hardly conceal it.

Fan Shiyi was gently waving a paper fan, seeming to be in a trance.

Finally, it’s time for the highlight.

"Worship heaven and earth."

"Two thanks to the high hall."

"Husband and wife bow to each other."

"Send to the bridal chamber."

As the ceremony was completed, Zhou Ping carried Liu Ruyan into the bridal chamber.

"Zhou Ping, hurry up." Liu Ruyan's voice was a little hurried, as if she was afraid that she would leave at any time. Her hand climbed up Zhou Ping's neck.

Zhou Ping released the ghost bride, and the ghost bride cast an illusion to block out the sounds outside and inside.

At the banquet outside, He Yunqing let out a long sigh and sat next to Yan Yi.

"I can't get it, I can't get it, I can't get it." He Yunqing murmured to herself, as if she was just a little bit away from breaking through that layer of window paper.

Zhang Ziling was flying in the air, and no one noticed him: "It seems that I need to help you a little more."

He Yunqing was gaining insights when he suddenly heard a series of moans. The moans were so familiar and clear; they were definitely Liu Ruyan's.

"I want to be up there."

"So?"

The whispers between the newlyweds gave He Yunqing an instant enlightenment. She was originally a fourth-grade Buddhist, and as she was stimulated by the newlyweds, a cracking sound was heard in He Yunqing's body.

Third grade, the third grade of Buddhism!
"It's done." Zhang Ziling looked at Yan Yi, "As expected, warriors are the most difficult. I only entered the fifth rank after seeing my father die, but it should be enough."

When Zhou Ping woke up, he wanted to touch that round and smooth part, but there was no one else in the bed except himself.

"Zhou Ping, get up." Liu Ruyan pushed the door open and walked in.

When Zhou Ping looked at Liu Ruyan, he felt as if he had found something he had lost.

Liu Ruyan asked in confusion: "What's wrong?"

Zhou Ping shook his head: "I thought you were gone."

Liu Ruyan smiled and said, "Why would I leave? But Yun Qing left early this morning. She said that she had entered the third level of Buddhism and wanted to find a place to retreat and consolidate her cultivation."

The third level of Buddhism? Zhou Ping was slightly stunned. He had not paid attention to He Yunqing for a long time, and He Yunqing rarely talked about himself.

I didn’t expect that He Yunqing actually reached the third rank.

"Could it be that He Yunqing is the target of Tianzong?" A thought suddenly popped up in Zhou Ping's mind.

Zhou Ping knew that Liu Ruyan's first blood was actually given to him, so He Yunqing was not Liu Ruyan's daughter.

Taoist Tianzong released a person into the He family, but the master of the He family had already died, leaving only He Yunqing.

If it seems, the Taoist Tianzong's plan should be He Yunqing.

As for what the Taoist Tianzong was planning, Zhou Ping couldn't guess.

Zhou Ping pulled Liu Ruyan into his arms and said seriously, "From now on, I only want you. You are mine. If anyone dares to let you leave me, I will kill his entire clan!"

Zhou Ping looked at Liu Ruyan seriously.

Liu Ruyan was slightly stunned and kissed Zhou Ping: "Little fool, what are you talking about? Who would let me leave you?"

At this time, Liu Ruyan's heart was in turmoil. She was a member of the Confucian Tianzong and He Yunqing's protector. Her identity was the same as that of the madam of the Jiaofangsi.

The madam is Mingyue's protector.

The purpose of the two is to protect Mingyue and He Yunqing so that they can reach the third level smoothly.

Now He Yunqing and Mingyue have been taken back to the Zhang family by Zhang Ziling.

Originally, the madam and Liu Ruyan were also going to leave, but Zhang Ziling said that a great opportunity would open up in Qinghe County soon, so he asked them to wait here.

So He Yunqing was taken away, but Liu Ruyan stayed.

So Liu Ruyan was a little frightened, she guessed that Zhou Ping must know something.

"Yes, he can teleport. He is probably a first-grade cultivator who has been hiding from the world. A first-grade cultivator has the ability to say this."

Liu Ruyan lay warmly in Zhou Ping's arms.

But she didn't believe Zhou Ping's words.

So what if he is a first-class Taoist? The Taoist Tianzong is a huge family with a history of nearly ten thousand years.

A mere first-rank official is like an ant in front of the Taoist Tianzong.

"Enjoy life while you can, little one. Why think so much? When you become a third-rank official, you will live for hundreds of years, and I will become an old lady."

"Who can accompany whom for several lifetimes?"

Liu Ruyan grabbed Zhou Ping's weapon.

Zhou Ping said seriously: "If you don't enter the rank, then I won't enter the rank either. If you enter the rank, I will do it at the cost of my life. We were born in different times, but we will be buried together in the same grave when we die."

Liu Ruyan was deeply moved. She was now in her thirties and was no longer at the age to listen to sweet words, but Zhou Ping's sweet words still made her very happy.

"We were born in different times, but we will die in the same grave."

Qinglong Mountain.

Tens of thousands of people searched the mountains but still couldn't find the immortal grass.

Zhao Tiancheng was a little annoyed, Wu Wudi and Undying Joe were beside him.

After a while, the pangolin came out from the ground.

The pangolin also went up the mountain to look for the elixir of immortality. Although the pangolin was only at the third level of cultivation and could not compare to Wu Wudi and Undead Joe, it was the best person to find things in the mountains.

The pangolin spent a month traveling all over the mountain, but found no trace of the immortal grass.

"Have you found it, little demon?" Wu Wudi spoke first.

Zhao Tiancheng was a little unhappy: "My little brother, what right do you have to command?"

"Snapped!"

Wu Wudi slapped Zhao Tiancheng on the mouth, and Zhao Tiancheng spat out two front teeth.

This slap scared Zhao Tiancheng.

According to the letter from County Magistrate Zhao, these two people came to help Zhao Tiancheng, but Wu Wudi and Undying Joe did not take Zhao Tiancheng seriously at all, and their words showed no respect for County Magistrate Zhao.

"Nothing, big brothers, you can ask whatever you want." Zhao Tiancheng swallowed his two front teeth with blood in them, and then said with a smile. He no longer had any arrogance.

Two second-grade people, even if I have a protective magic weapon, I am afraid they will still die.

Moreover, Zhao Tiancheng has been following the two of them these days and has witnessed Immortal Joe's methods. This guy is even more perverted than himself. He dissects people alive and then leaves them there to wait for death in despair.

"No." Pangolin shook his head and continued, "I caught a few little demons and asked them. They all said that the immortal grass appeared by chance and didn't grow anywhere. I doubt it."

Undead Joe suddenly asked: "What do you doubt?"

The pangolin continued, "I think there are other spaces in this mountain, such as in a cave or somewhere else. The immortal grass grows in such a place and was found by chance."

Immortal Joe nodded.

Wu Wudi said, "Since you said it's in a cave, then we have to dig the whole mountain out to find the Immortal Grass!"

Undead Joe shook his head. He looked towards Qinglong Mountain and said slowly, "Maybe it's not a cave, but a secret place!"

Zhao Tiancheng and Wu Wudi shouted at the same time: "Secret realm?"

At the same time, a ray of light suddenly flashed on the top of the mountain.

The glow covered the sky, blocking out the sun during the day, and everyone could see it.

In the rosy glow, several figures were looming.

First there was a monk, followed by a warrior with a gun, then a scholar with a golden crown, then a Taoist priest, and finally a huge phantom of a monster.

The monster's nine tails were looming.

A resentful female voice sounded.

"Daozu, you are such a despicable person."

(End of this chapter)