Pure Yang!

Chapter 306: Life is like chiseling stone to reveal fire! The Taoist Priest of Longhu Mountain (Additional Update)
The vast river has turned me into a white hair, and a few people are sitting by the lights at dusk.

Yesterday's good times seem to be here today. At that time, the bald old man's head was not so shiny, and the small town at the foot of the mountain was more peaceful and peaceful than it is today. The sudden arrival of outsiders was like a stone thrown into the lake, which caused a thousand ripples.

Zhang Tiansheng, a charlatan, relied on his fortune-telling to exchange for a pot of freshly stewed old hen that had been stewed for three hours. What he got in return was a bald old man swinging a large ladle, and the old dogs in the yard couldn't stop barking.

When the thick stack of red bills in your pocket is still on the table, it means that there are friends all over the world and the world is like a neighborhood.

Da Mashao served his friend a bowl of delicious chicken soup to comfort him after his long journey. The dog in the yard stopped barking and drooled, as if he had seen a wealthy life with chicken bones for every meal.

"Zhang Tiansheng!"

The divine hexagram is Zhang Tiansheng.

That was Zhang Lingzong’s biological father and also Zhang Fan’s grandfather.

He didn't expect that more than 40 years ago, Zhang Tiansheng had also come to Shiwan Mountains and hired the ox cart of this bald old man.

The mystery of fate and the depth of destiny are so vague that it is difficult to describe.

"It's been more than forty years... In more than forty years, I haven't met anyone who is so generous..." the bald old man said in a trance.

"How did you describe it just now?"

"That's right, a big sucker, a big sucker."

"I have never met such a big enemy again." The bald old man sighed.

"Well... sir, maybe he just has a lot of money and is kind-hearted." Zhang Fan laughed dryly.

"what happened to you?"

Li Miaoyin saw that Zhang Fan looked a little unnatural and couldn't help but feel concerned.

"fine."

Zhang Fan shook his head, looked at the bald old man driving the ox cart, and asked, "Uncle, why is the second master of the Zhang family so rich coming to this poor mountain valley?"

"What can you do? Have fun, have fun. Rich people must have some special hobbies. They must be different from normal people who are not too abnormal to be considered rich." The bald old man said casually.

"But I don't think he's a decent person. He looks very weak, as if he's been hollowed out..." The bald old man grinned and said, "At the time, I thought that with this body, if he continued to hide in the ravines, even if he could come out alive, he would probably have no descendants."

"..."

"what happened to you?"

"fine."

Faced with Li Miaoyin's concern, Zhang Fan shook his head and stared at the back of the bald old man's head. However, the old man was like a broken faucet, once the gate was opened, it could never be closed again.

"Hey, young man, guess what? The big bastard you mentioned came back more than ten years later, and he even brought two little cubs with him."

"Little brat?" Zhang Fan showed a strange look.

"Yeah, that's really the son of an old bastard..."

"how to say?"

"They are all bastards."

"..."

"But among those two little guys, only one is the son of that sucker." The bald old man whispered.

That night, Zhang Tiansheng and his two little ones still lived in their yard.

The old dog had long since turned into a pile of yellow earth in the backyard. When I saw the old friend again, the charlatan looked even sicker and no longer had the spirit he once had.

He said he was dying!

"I haven't seen him since then."

The bald old man sighed.

At his age, it's time to spend his days reminiscing about his past life.

The mountain roads are rugged, the rocks are ferocious, the ancient trees are like wild algae, and the fog is like gauze.

Suddenly, a rooster crowed from the town approaching behind.

In the distance, a hint of paleness appeared in the east, and the rising sun dyed the clouds in the sky golden.

Looking back, the golden clouds are boundless and the mountains and rivers are beautiful.

"what……"

The bald old man flicked his whip, pulled the reins, looked at the golden color that reflected the sky, and a different kind of brilliance appeared in his turbid eyes. At this moment, he felt as if time was passing by, and his heart was stirred, and he was inspired to write poetry.

"Heavenly Dao applied the suppository, and the ten thousand feet of golden clouds could not be stopped."

"..."

Zhang Fan and Li Miaoyin looked at each other, and the atmosphere suddenly disappeared.

The bald old man, however, looked proud and sighed, "Back then, I almost got into college."

As he spoke, a look of brokenness appeared on the bald old man's face.

"..."

The three of them rode in a ox cart, swaying along the rugged mountain road for about half a day, and covered a distance of twenty or thirty miles.

The bald old man pulled the reins and finally stopped.

"We can only get here. There is no way forward."

The terrain of the Shiwan Mountains is complex and there were originally no roads. These rugged mountain paths were explored by the mountain people living nearby, generation after generation, for the purpose of chopping wood and collecting herbs.

Later, it became a sightseeing route for tourists, but that was all. It was relatively safe on the periphery, but it would be dangerous to go deeper than 20 or 30 miles.

"Okay, uncle, let's say goodbye here." Zhang Fan jumped off the ox cart and turned around to pick up Li Miaoyin.

"Young man, the mountains are not peaceful. You two little ones should not run around." The bald old man looked at Zhang Fan deeply and reminded him.

"Master, we know what's going on."

Zhang Fan greeted them and walked side by side with Li Miaoyin into the wild mountains.

The mountain was filled with fog, which soon obscured the two people's receding figures.

"Impermanence is swift, thoughts are changing, like a flash of lightning, a flash of wind, a fading light on the waves..."

"No wonder Zhang Lao Er said back then that life is like chiseling stone to reveal fire, how long can one live in this world... So many years have passed in a flash."

The bald old man looked at the direction where Zhang Fan was going away and couldn't help but sigh softly.

"That boy is Zhang Tiansheng's offspring, the last descendant of the Southern Zhang family."

At this moment, the old ox, which had been silent all the way, suddenly let out a muffled groan. Its throat moved and made strange syllables, which sounded like human speech, but a little weird.

"What is he doing in the Shiwandashan Mountains?"

"Why do you care so much?" The bald old man glanced at him and said calmly, "Er Zhang himself said that one can only fight for his fate in the future."

"Let's go, we have to deliver a parcel later!" The bald old man jumped and jumped onto the ox cart.

"I really don't understand. Why are you so miserable? Not everything in this world is good."

The old ox couldn't help but say as his eyes rolled up and he chewed some dry grass in his mouth.

“You know nothing.”

The bald old man pulled the reins and raised the whip.

“This is also cultivation!”

The sound of a long whip being cracked in the air echoed in the wild mountains.

"They are not cattle or horses, but they are forced to be cattle or horses..."

“This is not practice!”

“This is a serious illness!”

The old ox muttered quietly and turned away.

……

There are hundreds of thousands of mountains, with countless clouds and countless layers of mountains.

Once you walk in, it's like entering a maze. Here, the magnetic field becomes disordered, the compass fails, the satellite positioning is useless, and the mobile phone has no signal.

In addition to the sense of direction, the mountains are also filled with poisonous miasma. Once ordinary people inhale it, they will suffer dizziness and coma at best, or their bodies will ulcerate and their lives will be in danger at worst.

However, Zhang Fan and Li Miaoyin are both practitioners. For one thing, they often practice inner alchemy, and their bodies are extraordinary. Even if ordinary poisonous miasma and fumes are inhaled into their bodies, their powerful lungs can expel them, and their strong livers can easily decompose them.

Moreover, they observed with their souls that the poisonous miasma that ordinary people saw was all the same was colorful in front of them, with different colors and different toxicities. After walking for a long time, Zhang Fan suddenly stopped and saw that not far away, the colorful miasma around him all gathered in the same direction, as if being sucked in by some kind of force.

He used his spiritual power to observe and found that there was a mushroom growing in the center of the colorful poisonous miasma. Its cap was like a cloud, shining with a bright luster, and the lines on it seemed as bright and colorful as a rainbow.

"what is that?"

"That's called Colorful Cloud Mushroom." Li Miaoyin whispered, "Most of them feed on miasma in the mountains. It usually takes at least thirty years to grow and take shape."

Rainbow Cloud Mushroom is not an ordinary mushroom, it can be considered a great medicine.

However, its medicinal properties are extremely strong and poisonous. If a Taoist practitioner accidentally eats it, his or her spirit will be damaged if his or her Taoist practice is not sufficient.

"Look at the colorful lines on the mushroom. One line represents ten years. This Rainbow Cloud Mushroom has six lines, which means it is sixty years old." Li Miaoyin is knowledgeable.

Just grind this [Colorful Cloud Mushroom] into powder and use it to make tea. If you don't have a high level of skill, whoever drinks it will have his soul extinguished immediately, and no trace will be left.

"So poisonous?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but ask.

Gao Gong is not a cabbage, how can it be so easy to find it?
You can see how terrifying this thing is.

"How much is it worth?" Zhang Fan thought about picking it.

"Are you so short of money?" Li Miaoyin glanced at Zhang Fan and said, "If this kind of thing gets out, I'm afraid it will cause endless harm and kill countless people."

"Although the way of heaven is ruthless and has always been to kill to live, it is always bad to let it flow out from you."

As she spoke, Li Miaoyin looked at Zhang Fan with sincere and eager eyes: "Everything is born with its own destiny. If you leave it here, maybe there will be another destiny in the future."

"Just this thought, there will be consequences." Zhang Fan's heart moved slightly, and he nodded: "Okay, I'll listen to you."

As his Taoism became more sophisticated, he realized that there was a lot of truth in Li Miaoyin's words. As soon as a thought arose in his mind, he knew where in the future there would be a result waiting for him. They took care of each other and were entangled with each other. Nothing was more strange than this.

"OK."

Li Miaoyin smiled, but there was a hint of tenderness in her eyes when she looked at Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan seemed not to see it. He turned his head away and looked at the dead end road ahead.

Rumble…

Suddenly, a loud bang was heard from the mountain, followed by smoke and dust rising up, and a roaring noise was heard everywhere.

"Are you from the Zhang family of Longhu Mountain? "

At this moment, a burst of urgent shouting suddenly sounded, accompanied by a figure flying out from the smoke and dust.

Zhang Fan looked intently and saw a young girl falling to the ground like a kite with a broken string. She had a pretty face, her dress was stained with blood, and her pretty face was as pale as paper.

"Huang Sanlang actually colluded with outsiders... colluded with people from the Zhang family?"

The girl staggered to her feet and stared straight ahead, a hint of fear in her desperate eyes.

"Little monster, I don't want to kill you, but if you don't die, I won't be able to complete my KPI this month."

At this moment, a lazy and indifferent voice sounded.

Amidst the diffuse smoke and dust, a young man walked out slowly. He was not handsome, but he looked clean. He was wearing a Taoist robe that fluttered in the wind. He held a mobile phone in one hand and a talisman in the other.

"Do you really think I'm easy to bully?" The girl gritted her teeth.

"I really think so." The young Taoist priest stood on the large bluestone, looking down from above, and whispered indifferently.

call……

Suddenly, the wind howled violently, and the girl's eyes trembled violently. The young Taoist priest disappeared from her sight, and a big, broad hand fell on her shoulder.

"you are dead!"

Roar……

At this moment, the girl's chest swelled and she suddenly let out a terrifying scream.

The wind was blowing violently, and sand and rocks were flying everywhere.

The terrifying force instantly blew the young Taoist priest away, and the surrounding terrain collapsed instantly, the grass and trees exploded, and the boulders shattered.

"Wind and sand, air roller, refining the cover in the yellow-skinned cave."

The young Taoist priest slowly landed on the ground, looking indifferently at the girl with her long black hair standing up. At this moment, her chest suddenly swelled up, more than five times bigger than before. Sand and wind formed a formation around her body, like a meat grinder, and all tangible objects were sucked into it and crushed to pieces.

"Alas, this talisman of mine is very valuable."

The young Taoist priest showed a look of heartache.

"Broken mountain!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the talisman in his palm suddenly burned, and in a flash, it turned into an aura field and rushed forward.

“The Mountain-Breaking and Mountain-Suppressing Talisman of Mount Longhu!?” The girl turned pale.

The terrifying aura descended and instantly crushed the wind and sand formation around her. The strong impact directly knocked her away. The latter fell heavily to the ground, spurting out a mouthful of blood.

"Look, you're dead again."

The young man looked at his phone and walked over to the girl without looking up.

The girl's eyes trembled as she looked at the Taoist priest in front of her with almost despair. The reputation of the Zhang family of Longhu Mountain was like a mountain, completely shattering her confidence and cutting off her hope.

"Let me ask you to tell me your last words. Don't make it too long. I'm almost done with this game." The young Taoist said calmly.

"You are a Taoist priest from Mount Longhu? So, you are a disciple of Bei Zhang?"

At this moment, a contemptuous voice came from behind.

The young Taoist's face suddenly changed. He instinctively turned around, and his palm was like a knife. There was real fire and boiling red light. The terrifying aura was many times stronger than before.
The girl's face suddenly changed. If the young Taoist priest had used this method to kill someone, she would not have been able to resist even one move.

hum...

At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared behind the young Taoist priest. Who else could it be but Zhang Fan?

Facing the true fire as sharp as a knife, Zhang Fan stretched out his hand, as fast as lightning, and actually grabbed the wrist of the young Taoist priest. With a slight shake, the true fire suddenly dissipated.

The young Taoist's eyes trembled as he looked at Zhang Fan in disbelief. An expression of shock and horror finally appeared on his originally calm face.

With such a casual move, without even a hint of magic, the true fire in his palm was extinguished.

This level of cultivation is definitely much higher than his.

Rumble…

At this moment, a terrifying pressure rose from Zhang Fan's body, as if a red dragon was floating in the air and a raging fire was spreading.

The young Taoist's pupils suddenly contracted, as if he had fallen into an endless purgatory. His mouth became dry and his tongue became parched. Even his soul seemed to be burning.

"Master!"

"Tell me now, are you a disciple of Bei Zhang?" Zhang Fan said lightly.

After entering the Shiwanda Mountains, I finally met people from Beizhang.

"Brother, I call you brother, please spare my life!"

At this moment, the young Taoist priest forced a smile and approached Zhang Fan as if to negotiate.

"Um!?"

"Don't shout." Zhang Fan had a strange look on his face, and couldn't help but look at the young Taoist in front of him again. He had high skills, strong strength, and powerful methods.

However, this face did not have any dignity of a master at all, and it was hard to associate him with the legendary Longhu Shangbei Zhang lineage.

"Brother, you are my real brother, so don't kill your brother accidentally." The young Taoist said with a trembling smile.

"Aren't you from Beizhang?" Zhang Fan asked out the doubts in his mind.

"I am from Beizhang, but not really." The young Taoist said with a wry smile.

"What do you mean?" Zhang Fan raised his eyebrows, as if he had guessed something.

"I am from the Northern Zhang lineage of Mount Longhu, but... I was not able to be deified and have my statue erected. The ancestor gave me the name."

As he spoke, the young Taoist shook his head and sighed.

"Then you are..." Zhang Fan said suddenly.

"My last name is Zhang..."

"My name is Zhang Wuming!" the young Taoist introduced himself.

Rumble…

At this moment, a bolt of lightning streaked across the sky above the clouds. As if by coincidence or fate, the sun shone brightly, falling between Zhang Fan and Zhang Wuming.

(End of this chapter)