Immortal of Eternal Life and Endless Ages

Chapter 17: Desire to Build a Foundation
"Qiu Bo, help me take on that task just now."

As soon as Zhou Yan left, Fang Sheng took over his task.

By the way, I got the details of the task.

The old retainer who needed care was named Taoist Dingshi.

Although the task is to take care of the elderly, it has nothing to do with daily life.

But this old Taoist Dingshi likes to play chess, so he needs a chess friend.

The person who takes on the task just needs to play a few games of chess with the elderly and chat with them every day.

It will probably take half a day.

Seeing this, Fang Sheng became more certain of his previous guess.

This is indeed a good job to cultivate your network.

At the same time, he remembered something.

Zhou Yan’s chess skills should be pretty good.

When the thirty immortal seedlings were crowded together in the temple, he had been hiding inside playing chess with his friends.

No wonder Taoist Shuimu gave him this task.

However, Zhou Yan did not seize this opportunity.

No, it should be said that he didn't even realize this was an opportunity...

The next day.

Fang Sheng brought the guide and went to the Yuzhu Lake Taoist temple.

He was quite curious about the information about the old retainer.

I did some research yesterday and found that no one knew what skills this old man used to become a retainer.

All I know is that it happened thirty or forty years ago.

This Taoist priest Dingshi had already appeared in the Zheng family and started to live out his retirement as a retainer.

He usually stays at home and rarely goes out, and only went on a long trip once more than ten years ago.

"That is to say, Taoist Shuimu was not even born at that time... This time is considered a long time ago, even for immortal cultivators."

After all, these Qi-refining cultivators only have a lifespan of one hundred and twenty years at most.

Arrived at Yuzhu Lake.

Fang Sheng showed his mission certificate and successfully entered the dojo.

This was his first time entering a dojo outside of Qingfeng Forest.

The environment here is beautiful, with mountains and lakes reflecting each other, and several high-walled courtyards scattered around the lake.

"I'm afraid the spiritual energy here is not much different from the second-level spiritual vein, right?"

Fang Sheng looked towards the compound where Taoist Dingshi lived.

Outside the courtyard wall, there was a thin layer of mist.

It is obvious that there is an additional formation guarding it, but I don’t know what grade it is.

After informing the Zheng family maid at the door, someone soon came to lead the way for him.

Fang Sheng followed all the way to the backyard.

This place leads directly to the shore of Yuzhu Lake.

A white-haired old man in green Taoist robes was sitting by the lake, fishing and enjoying the breeze. He was probably nearly ninety years old.

On the mahogany table next to him, there was an unfinished game of Go.

Black and white are scattered on the chessboard.

Fang Sheng only took one look and knew that Baizi's situation was hopeless.

In his two lives, he was also quite skilled in chess, with a decent level.

In the previous life, I often played games with others.

Until one day I realized that even though I was already old and had heart failure, I was getting more and more weird as I got older.

How come he can often defeat those young talents on the chessboard and never lose a game for decades?
In the game of chess, the back wave always beats the front wave.

How can anyone win for decades?

After realizing this, Fang Sheng suddenly found it boring and stopped playing chess from then on.

In this life, I am at the peak of my mental strength. Combined with my experience from my previous life, I should still be able to display a decent chess skill...

"Senior Dingshi, I am a junior. Zhou Yan has other urgent matters to attend to, so I will have to accompany you in making moves from now on."

"Fang Sheng?"

Hear his voice.

Taoist Dingshi, who had been gazing at the lake, cast a scrutinizing glance over.

After a moment, he nodded slightly:
"Sit down. Since we are destined to meet, stay here and fish with me, an old man."

"Being respectful is worse than obeying orders."

Fang Sheng sat on the other side of the desk, also staring at the lake.

……

Two hours passed in a flash.

Taoist Dingshi still sat there and didn't catch any fish.

I have no intention of playing chess at all.

If he hadn't kept his eyes open, Fang Sheng would have thought he had fallen asleep.

He kind of understood why Zhou Yan posted this task.

It's really a waste of time to come here and sit there every day.

This kind of meditation makes people feel boring and unbearable.

If Fang Sheng were still a teenager, it would probably be difficult for him to calm down.

Another half hour passed.

Taoist Dingshi suddenly said, "Your meditation skills are quite good."

"Let's go back first. It's getting late today. Just come back at the same time tomorrow."

"it is good."

Fang Sheng got up and left.

Before leaving, he did not forget to take a glance at the fishing rod in Dingshi's hand.

I guess after I leave, this guy won’t be able to catch any fish…

Leave Yuzhu Lake Dojo.

On the way, Fang Sheng recalled what he had just experienced.

"What a strange old man."

"From the contact just now, I can feel that this person is not very strong, probably about the same as the fourth level of Qi Refining."

"Besides, now that I am old and weak, I am afraid I can't exert any strength."

"This should also be one of the reasons why Zhou Yan is impatient..."

With such a level of skill, what kind of immortal cultivation skills must one have to make the Zheng family treat him with such respect for decades?

The legendary formation master?
In short.

From today's experience, Fang Sheng could only be sure of one thing.

That is Taoist Dingshi, who indeed holds a distinguished position in the Zheng family.

Because, in the entire Yuzhu Lake Taoist temple, only Taoist Dingshi’s courtyard has additional formation protection.

Moreover, judging from the fluctuations in spiritual power that could be felt, the formation was of a fairly high grade.

If there is no guide when entering or exiting, ordinary people in the late stage of Qi training will be trapped and killed by the formation.

……

Three months later.

Fang Sheng continued to go to Yuzhu Lake and accompanied the old man fishing every day.

Taoist Shuimu knew about this, but said nothing, which was considered as tacit consent.

Later on, Zhou Yan no longer failed to complete tasks.

Fang Sheng still came here every day, and no one stopped him.

In this case, there is only one possibility.

'That means I have been recognized by Master Dingshi.'

"I haven't tried to coax this old man before..."

Fang Sheng really couldn't understand.

This old man asked me to come over and sit with him every day, but he didn't play chess with me.

Instead, I had to watch him fishing, but he didn't catch many fish in several months and came up empty-handed every day.

After that, Fang Sheng simply became too lazy to read it.

Before coming here every day, I would go to the Zheng family’s library to borrow a book.

As soon as I arrived, I started reading.

Taoist Dingshi had no objection to this.

An old man and a young man sat by the lake.

Some people are fishing, some are reading, and there is an inexplicable feeling of harmony.

"Except for the lack of food, everything else is good."

Fang Sheng took a deep breath and felt that the more he absorbed the rich spiritual energy here, the fewer bottlenecks in his cultivation he encountered.

In this comfort.

Fang Sheng has officially come to the world of immortal cultivation for three years.

this day.

As usual, I received a letter from my younger brother Acai from the He family in Baishi Hall.

Fang Sheng opened it and frowned immediately.

The letter said that the atmosphere within the He family had been a little restless recently, and it seemed that some big action was about to take place.

A large amount of materials are being mobilized from various industries!
"This is Li Yin talking to me. Ah Cai is only eleven years old. Although his intelligence is growing, he still doesn't have the ability to see the big picture from the small details..."

After putting away the letter, Fang Sheng made a judgment immediately.

"Could it be that something catastrophic is going to happen to the Eastern Vein of the Purple River?"

The territory of Zihe River is divided into three areas: East Vein, North Border, and Middle Stream.

Among them, the East Vein territory is the weakest.

The He family of Taoyun Mountain only has one foundation-building master, which is already considered one of the top five forces in the East Vein...

My thoughts are still there.

boom!
Suddenly, a long roar of thunder was heard in the distance.

It seemed to be some magical weapon, flying towards the Zheng family at a high speed.

Fang Sheng immediately ran out of the hall and looked up at the sky.

A flying sword, dragging a stream of purple light, flew straight to the core dojo deep within the clan!
There was a cultivator on the flying sword, gritting his teeth and covering his broken arm...

After a moment.

Several more streams of light flew across the sky!

The head of the clan, Zheng Jinli, whom Fang Sheng had met before, rushed out of the clan land with several ninth-level Qi Refining masters...

Almost all the cultivators in the Zheng family witnessed this scene.

People were panicked for a while.

Until the next day.

Finally, news came that the monk with a broken arm who flew back to the Zheng family yesterday was a mid-level alchemist of the Zheng family!
And he brought back the main ingredient of the Foundation Establishment Pill!
Zheng family, someone is going to build a foundation!
(End of this chapter)