I use my supernatural powers to prove my immortality

Chapter 39 A fallen leaf reveals autumn

Restaurants are places where all kinds of people gather, and information always flows freely.

Zhong Lixiao had just taken a few bites of beef when he heard someone sighing at a nearby table, "I heard from a young member of the clan stationed at the imperial court that the Western Palace Military God Xue Jingliang has abandoned all fame and fortune to cultivate immortality. I wonder if Brother Fan knows about this?"

Zhong Lixiao looked in the direction of the voice and discovered that the person speaking was an ugly man.

Although he is ugly, he is not disgusting, but rather makes people feel friendly.

The old man who was called "Brother Fan" was stunned and couldn't help stroking his white beard, sighing for a moment.

"Time flies. If I remember correctly, the Western Palace Military God is now over seventy years old, right?"

"If he had listened to my master's advice and put aside state affairs and devoted himself to cultivating immortality, he might have achieved something now and is now looking for immortality, hehe."

Upon hearing this, the ugly man sighed and shook his head repeatedly.

Compared with regret, there is more contempt.

Even if you are the famous military god of the Western Palace in the Great Chu, what do you mean in the eyes of these immortal cultivators?
The word "cultivation of immortality" is something he would need to spend his entire life pursuing.

You are just an old man in the mortal world. Can you achieve enlightenment just by simply quitting your job and going deep into the mountains and forests?
Are you kidding me?
"Among mortals, there are only a few who can be remembered by our generation, and the God of the Western Palace Army is one of them. He fought in many battles over the years and saved the day many times. It's not an exaggeration to say that he rebuilt the Great Chu. But he was too greedy for power and lost the big picture while picking up sesame seeds."

Upon hearing this, the other monks nodded.

They may still be at the bottom of the immortal world, but they naturally look down on the mundane world from a high position.

"You are right, fellow Daoist. Even if the Western Palace Military God is invincible in the world, so what? In the eyes of noble men like us, it is nothing more than a battle for supremacy among ant nations, a fleeting dream."

Zhong Lixiao frowned slightly.

He was born in Taoyuan Valley and knew little about the secular dynasty Da Chu.

But he seemed to have heard of this Western Palace Military God.

After some thought, Zhong Lixiao finally remembered.

Isn’t this Western Palace Military God Xue Jingliang the general in the opera?

In Yuliangzhuang, there seems to be an opera that specifically sings the heroic deeds of this general.

He just listened to two sentences casually at the time and didn't listen in depth, but he still had a slight impression.

Two of the sentences seem to be talking about the old general Xue Jingliang who was chasing the enemy to the north and was feared by the foolish emperor and his treacherous ministers, so he was recalled by eleven consecutive golden medals.

He was then wrongfully imprisoned and stripped of all his military power.

If the prestige of the Western Palace God of War was not too high, it would not even be as simple as just taking away his military power.

Zhong Lixiao had heard many stories about loyal and brave generals who had no way to serve their country in his previous life. In addition, he was born into a family of immortal cultivators in this life and escaped the shackles of the mundane world early on, so he did not take it too seriously.

He just never expected that this Western Palace Military God was far more influential than he imagined.

Even the immortal cultivators in Fengxifang City would talk about him after dinner.

Moreover, he seemed to have spiritual roots, but he was too attached to the worldly world and ultimately missed the chance to become an immortal.

When he reached the age of seventy, he was unwilling to turn into dust, so he turned back to pursue his destiny as an immortal.

Zhong Lixiao felt somewhat disapproving when he heard this.

How could it be so easy to cultivate immortality?

The longer you practice Taoism, the more you believe in fate. After all, seventy years old is still a little too old!
Perhaps it was because Xue Jingliang, the legendary military god of the Western Palace, at the age of seventy, still could not help but go to the country to seek immortality, which aroused the various experiences and emotions of many diners in the restaurant who were seeking immortality.

"Alas, cultivating immortality is difficult, as difficult as ascending to heaven. When I first began to cultivate Qi, I was just a child. Now I am almost sixty years old, but I am still only cultivating Qi to a minor level. The road to immortality can be seen to end at a glance."

"Who isn't? I heard that Yu Yunmu from Baiyun Temple is only fifty years old, but he has already achieved the Golden Core. Not long ago, he killed a level five monster with his sword. The future belongs to the young!"

Everyone at the scene gasped when they heard this.

The first level monster is equivalent to the human race's Qi training stage;
The second level monster is equivalent to the initial stage of foundation building;
Level 3 is equivalent to the middle stage of foundation building;
Level 4 is equivalent to the late stage of foundation building;
Level 5 monsters are equivalent to the early stage of the human race's golden elixir. As soon as the elixir is formed, the sword will kill the level 5 monster.
unimaginable!

Compared with those gifted ones, they are just fake immortals!

"How can we compare ourselves with the disciples of a big sect like Baiyun Temple? If nothing unexpected happens, we will not have any contact with them except for repeatedly hearing that the disciples of these big sects continue to write glorious stories."

"That's right, let's not humiliate ourselves here. It's better to talk about something we can see and touch."

Perhaps they were drunk, or perhaps someone took the lead, many monks could not help but join in the fun.

Zhong Lixiao smiled. It had been a long time since he had seen such a lively scene. For a moment, he couldn't help but think of his past life.

It's nice to watch something like this occasionally for fun!

Hearing someone start to make trouble, a drunk with a red nose smacked his lips and said with a smile, "Since everyone wants to hear something tangible, then the old drunkard will talk to you about something tangible."

"The Zhong family of Taoyuan in Taiyang County all know about this, right?"

Zhong Lixiao, who had just picked up the wine cup and was about to eat and listen to the fun, was stunned.

Did he eat the melon himself? I woke up from my dying illness and found that I was the clown. What kind of luck is this?
"How is Taoyuan Zhong's?"

The old drunkard with rosacea laughed and said, "Hehe, things may change, the Taoyuan Zhong family is about to fail. Taiyang County will either lose a cultivation family or a new one will take its place."

The people at the scene also came to watch the fun and joined in the making of the noise.

"No? As long as Zhong Anhe is alive, who dares to attack Taoyuan Valley easily?"

Zhong Anhe is a legend in the world of immortal cultivation in Taiyang County, and his reputation is also quite great in Shanyin County, which is adjacent to Taiyang County.

The old drunkard with a trough nose took a sip of wine, wiped his mouth roughly with his hand, and said wantonly, "One leaf falling tells us about autumn. Is Taoyuan Market close enough to Taoyuan Valley?"

"I heard that not long ago, at Xianniangfang in Taoyuanfang City, a heavy drinker openly questioned whether the signature wine of Xianniangfang, 'Wangyougu', was diluted with water."

Many diners were surprised.

How big a deal did they think it was?

It is normal for wine sellers to add water to wine!

Some people who sell alcohol simply mix alcohol into water, and everyone is used to it.

Some people still understood the hidden meaning of the old drunkard's words, "Fellow Daoist, what you mean is that even in Taoyuan Market, the core industry of the Taoyuan Zhong family, someone dares to openly provoke them?"

The old drunkard chuckled and said, "Those who know me well are my fellow Taoists. I, the old drunkard, have drunk countless bottles of wine, and many of them are fake and diluted with water. But, I dare not show off in other markets, but I may not be sure in Taoyuan Market."

Many diners were talking about it, but the meaning of their words was actually similar.

It is basically difficult for the Taoyuan Zhong family to suppress those coveters!

Judging from the limited information, the Taoyuan Zhong family has really reached a critical moment of life and death.

Either you emerge as a butterfly in silence, or you perish completely in silence.

Zhong Lixiao drank silently, as if he was an outsider, but he couldn't help feeling uncomfortable.

of course.

More of a sense of urgency!
There really isn't much time left for him.

"Haha, old drunkard, the drinker you just mentioned, could it be you?"

"I see. I was wondering why you, old drunkard, were suddenly interested in sharing the fun with us. Turns out you were just showing off!"

"Yes, yes."

"and after?"

"In the end, of course, I, the old drunkard, won a great victory. One of the young managers was pushed out to apologize to me. I, the old drunkard, have a kind heart and cannot bear to see anyone humble themselves, especially young people suffer setbacks, so I asked him to fill my wine gourd."

"puff!"

"Old drunkard, could that gourd of yours be a space instrument that can hold Mount Sumeru in a mustard seed? Will the steward of Taoyuan Zhong Clan agree to that?"

"How is that possible? You think too highly of me, an old drunkard. My broken gourd can only hold the volume of a well."

Zhong Lixiao, like everyone else, listened with great interest.

After a while.

Then he called the waiter and paid the money with silver.

Hu Bowei advised, "Fellow Daoist, please do not act impulsively. There are foundation-building cultivators in Fengxifang City, and there are clear orders not to act without authorization. This is a restriction, but it is also a protection for the weak."

Zhong Lixiao smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist Hu, you are worrying too much. How could I do such an irrational thing? External humiliation will only make us more independent and self-reliant."

Hu Bowei nodded, feeling sad in his heart.

The stick didn't hit him, after all, there was a layer of separation. Even if he was Zhong Lixiao's contracted ghost, he couldn't fully empathize with him.

but.

Having just experienced his daughter's tragic experience, he deeply understood the difficulty of the word "endurance".

Seeing the new master so calm, he couldn't help but look up to him.

After taking a few quick turns, Zhong Lixiao went to Wutong Pavilion.

Plant a paulownia tree and attract the phoenix.

This is the purpose of Wutong Pavilion, which means that Wutong Pavilion provides platforms and services and is the most well-known "enterprise" in Fengxifang City.

It is the leader and the benchmark.

Not only does it sell various magical instruments and treasures, but it also provides various other types of services.

Intelligence is just one of them.

(End of this chapter)