Ziwei Immortal Path

Chapter 12: Long Snow on the Mountain

On the outskirts of Fengqing Town, there is a long pavilion with a cup of wine.

A luxuriously decorated carriage stopped outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road.

Many merchants and ordinary people who were planning to rest in the pavilion were frightened when they saw this scene and avoided it from a distance.

Song Changning, accompanied by more than ten members of the Song family and a martial artist, sat in the pavilion. He looked at the expressions of the passing merchants and felt a little irritable.

After a while, he stood up, stretched his neck, raised his head and looked towards the northwest, his face full of longing.

"Why hasn't he come yet? Could it be that this idiot Lin Huaisheng is just turning his back on me?"

Song Changning spat, cursed, and paced around the pavilion with his hands behind his back.

The martial artist sitting next to him saw it but didn't dare to say anything.

This martial artist's surname is Song and his name is Changde. He is Song Changning's cousin and the head of the Song family's Shenwei Escort Agency. He is good at using an iron rod and his skills are quite good in Fengqing.

Although Song Changde is young, he has already become famous. In the past two years, Song Changning has increasingly relied on him and he can be regarded as the second most important person in the Song family after Song Changning.

However, the Song family's reputation in Fengqing Town is still not as good as that of Song Changning, the second brother of the Song family.

This time, Song Changning traveled hundreds of miles by boat and carriage to the Lin family in Jinguang Town. He bribed someone from the small clan and asked him to find Lin Huaisheng, the head of the Lin family's small clan, and gave him a magical weapon of the Ningyuan period, the [Lingji Pendant]. Only then did he persuade the Lin family to come.

When Lin Huaisheng heard that the person to be killed was just an ordinary mortal, he naturally accepted the magic weapon with a smile and agreed to it. He said that he would arrange for two powerful cultivators to go to Fengqing within a month to help Song Changning kill his enemy and avenge his hatred.

In a blink of an eye, the agreed time has arrived, the magic weapon has been put away, and the person has disappeared.

This [Spirit Pendant] is a spiritual artifact of the Condensation Period. It was originally left by Ding Dikui, the second son of the Ding family, to his wife's family, the Song family, to prevent wandering cultivators from coveting the spiritual objects he stored in the Song family.

Ding Dikui had been in the Immortal Sect for many years and was a foundation-building cultivator, so he had taken away a lot of things. He didn't dare to keep them in the cave, so he had to send them home.

But he did not keep them in the Ding family. After all, he had an older brother who was also in the Immortal Sect. He was afraid of being discovered and scolded, which would lead to another dispute. Besides, his wife's family and his sister-in-law's family had been at odds for many years. He was afraid that Wang Mingru would do something bad, so he hid them all in the Song family and gave Song Changning a jade pendant for the formation, asking him to guard it well.

But this jade pendant has been useless for many years. It’s not surprising when you think about it. Who in Fengqing Town dares to touch the taboo?

Song Changning naturally didn't dare to touch the other spiritual objects, so he only kept the jade pendant for himself. After thinking about it, he decided to exchange it.

If this success is achieved, it will be a great accomplishment. I think even if Ding Dikui comes back, he will not blame me.

Ding Dikui has not returned for four years, which has made the Song family like an ant on the hot pan. If no action is taken, Fengqing Town will sooner or later change.

"Is the person in the pavilion the son of the Song family?"

Suddenly, an old and trembling voice was heard. Song Changning turned around suddenly and saw two white-bearded old men, wearing dirty leather coats, each riding a donkey, stationed outside the pavilion.

"You two are..."

Song Changning felt something was wrong and asked hesitantly.

"I am Lin Jiacheng."

"The old man is from the Lin family."

"Meet the Young Master of the Song Family."

I saw the two old men slowly getting off the donkey, smiling and saluting with their fists clasped.

The escort leader Song Changde was watching in shock. He stood up and took two steps forward, saying, "Are you the Gao Xiu from the Lin family who came to help my family?"

"We are not high-level cultivators, but killing a few mortals should be no problem for my two brothers." Lin Jiacheng said with a smile, twirling his white beard.

Lin Jiagui took two steps forward, squinted his eyes, and said with a smile, "I see calluses on your knuckles and hunched shoulders. You must be an expert with a stick, right?"

Song Changde's iron rod was folded short and hidden behind his back, not showing it. He asked in surprise, "You can see this?"

Lin Jiagui pulled out a six or seven foot long, black firewood stick from the donkey behind him and said with a smile, "What a coincidence! I also use a stick."

Song Changning stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the two of them without saying a word. His expression was somewhat embarrassed, and he asked in a deep voice:
"I am Song Changning, the head of the Song family. May I ask what your positions are within the Lin family? Do you have any tokens or letters to prove it?"

Lin Jiacheng smiled and said, "So this is the young master of the Song family. Sorry, I'm not very good at seeing. I'm the groom of the Lin family's small branch, and my brother is the family cook. I do have a token, but my brother is a little old, and he forgot to bring it when he went out."

"What? A prostitute and a cook?"

Song Changde's face changed. He thought to himself but didn't dare to say it out loud. He glanced at Song Changning secretly and didn't dare to breathe.

Song Changning's nose almost became crooked with anger, but he laughed out loud and said, "Not bad! Not bad!"

With a wave of his hand, figures appeared in an instant, and eight Song family members holding knives quickly surrounded him.

"Two high-ranking cultivators, since you can't prove your identities, why don't you have a fight to open my eyes."

Lin Jiagui held the fire stick behind his back and said with a smile, "Young Master Song, why are you so anxious? My brothers and I learned the skills to kill people, not martial arts for show. My fire stick is not very light, it would be bad if it kills someone."

Lin Jiacheng took a quick glance and saw eight Song family disciples standing in eight directions. A sneer appeared on his old face, and a cow bone horsewhip appeared in his hand.

Listening to Lin Jiagui's arrogant words, Song Changning sneered and said, "That's okay. My family doesn't have much else, but we have a lot of people!"

Following Song Changning's glance, the eight disciples shouted in unison, raised the long sword in their hands, and swung it towards the two elders of the Lin family!
Suddenly, Lin Jiacheng disappeared like a god, and Lin Jiagui raised the fire stick with one hand, and a mysterious light flashed.

"Hey!"

The eight long swords broke into two pieces and fell to the ground.

The eight people were stunned on the spot. Before they could react, a white light came towards them, and a white whip grew in the wind, like a spirit snake, rushing left and right!

In an instant, a huge force came over them, and the eight people were hit by the long whip almost at the same time. They all flew backwards and fell five or six feet away, with broken hands and feet, lying on the ground wailing.

Lin Jiacheng landed lightly from the air, put away the ox bone whip, and laughed:
"Young Master Song, they are all our disciples. It is not worth it to die. There is no need to waste their lives."

These two moves were so quick and abrupt, like lightning, and the matter was settled in an instant.

Before Song Changning and Song Changde could even look, they saw a flash of light and smoke rising. When they could see clearly, their own people had already fallen to the ground. They were all horrified and felt it was unexpected.

"Hahaha…"

Song Changning laughed heartily, his face flushed, and said, "The two elders are indeed high-level cultivators. Sorry for the rudeness. Come on, let's get in the car and talk!"

He didn't care and went to pull the two elders into the carriage. Seeing this, Song Changde quickly called the remaining people to take care of the funeral, and then hurriedly followed behind and climbed into the carriage.

The carriage was very bumpy and drove towards the town. After listening to Song Changning's description of the plan, Lin Jiacheng frowned slightly and said:
"Why bother with so much trouble, Master Song? My brother and I can split up into two groups. One can go to Huaishan Road, and the other to Qingshan Ao. We only need to bring one more person with us on each group to help identify the enemy and avoid killing the wrong person and wasting time."

Lin Jiagui nodded in agreement, "My brother is right. There are only a few dozen mortals. We can kill them all in a moment at most. There's no need to cause that much trouble."

Song Changning and Song Changde looked at each other in bewilderment. Although they had been hanging out in Fengqing Town for many years and had seen Ding Dikui perform the soaring magic, they had never actually seen a cultivator take action. At most, they had seen storytellers talk about it in teahouses.
Today I finally saw it for real.

Song Changde said, "Master, why don't I follow this Immortal Cultivator Lin Da to Huaishan Road? I've walked that ancient road before. Qingshan Ao is not far from Fengqing Town. I'll send someone to take Immortal Cultivator Lin Er there."

"Well, that's it. I'll follow the arrangements of the two immortal masters."

At this point, Song Changning had no choice but to nod in agreement. Looking at the two old men opposite him, he couldn't help but smile and asked:
"The two elders of the Lin family must have profound cultivation. I wonder what realm they have reached now?"

Even if you haven't eaten pork, you have seen pigs run. Song Changning has some understanding of the immortal realm.

Lin Jiacheng laughed and said:

"I don't dare to call myself a senior or an immortal cultivator. My brother and I are ordinary people from Jinguang Town. We studied for a few years, but it was useless. My family has been raising horses for the Lin family for generations."

"It was just that ten years ago, my brother and I were returning from buying horses. On the way, the horse got startled and ran off to Guiyun Mountain by the Huai River. We chased after it, but we ran into a golden-robed immortal chanting sutras on a large rock."

"My brother and I listened for a long time, feeling uneasy. Suddenly, we both had an epiphany. When we returned, the Lin family discovered us and said we had a destiny to be immortals. So, we joined the Lin family's small sect."

"However, my brother and I are old, almost seventy years old. We have only just entered the middle stage of Condensation when we embark on the path of immortality."

Lin Jiagui nodded and explained, "My family's Lin Huaisheng said that once one enters the Condensation Stage, one can live for over 120 years. My brother and I still have 50 years left to live. We should diligently cultivate. Perhaps one day we can build an immortal foundation and live for another 100 years, which would be a great achievement in this world."

The two elders of the Lin family sang the same tune, which made Song Changning and Song Changde extremely envious. It was a pity that the path of cultivating immortals was based on fate and fate. It was really a great fortune for them to be able to encounter the fate of immortals at such an old age.

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Huaishan, Huaishan Road.

Between Dongke Town and Fengqing Town, there is Huai Mountain. This mountain is not small. It starts from Nanhuai County, passes through Cangwu County and Yuchuan County, and finally reaches Fuyun County in the north.

This towering mountain range stretches for thousands of miles and is majestic, like a giant dragon lying dormant on the earth, separating the four counties.

It was already past the beginning of winter, and the entire Huai Mountain was covered in silver and snow.

"Ding Dong! Ding Dong!"

A horse team slowly crawled along the winding mountain path, and the crisp sound of bells echoed in the valley.

The snow had stopped, but the journey was difficult.

Seeing that it was getting late, Xu Boyang exhaled a breath of white air, pulled the reins, and turned around and said, "Old Tan, we are exhausted. After crossing the Tiger Leap Forward, we will rest in the forest tonight."

Tan Wenli rode up, nodded, turned around and shouted to the horse team:
"The boss has ordered us to cross Tiger Leaping Pass and rest for the night. Everyone, work harder and we'll be ready to cook!"

"call!"

The servants answered loudly.

After crossing the Tiger Leaping Pass, there is a small plain of snow forest.

After the cavalry arrived, they entered the woods. They dug holes, built stoves, set up tents, tied up horses, and chopped firewood. Everyone did their job in an orderly manner.

Soon, a bonfire was lit in the woods. Three thick logs were used to form a big pot, in which meat and vegetables were cooking. A group of people gathered around the fire, taking turns drinking the strong liquor in the leather bags, talking and laughing.

Late at night, Xu Boyang finished his meditation, came out of the tent and looked outside.

The moonlight is as bright as a silver thread, illuminating the surrounding area with brilliant silver light.

The snow on the ground shimmered faintly in the moonlight.

He quietly walked out of the woods, took a rough look at the direction, made a hand gesture, and then a dazzling golden light lit up on his hand, which slapped on his leg. Suddenly, his whole body turned into a black shadow, like a ghost walking at night, climbing up to a higher place without touching the ground.

Xu Boyang came out at this moment, naturally to go up the mountain to find a place to collect energy.

He had already practiced this "magic movement" to such an advanced level that the wind blew from his feet, stirring up snowflakes on the ground.

He had previously carefully read the cultivation methods of the "Qi Zujing". There are eight different kinds of spiritual energy between heaven and earth, and among these eight different kinds of spiritual energy, there are sixty-four kinds of changing spiritual energy. The number of changes is relatively complex, involving the sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers, and plants.

And above this mountain covered with winter snow, there just happens to be a spiritual energy of heaven and earth, which is the change of [Gen Mountain] and [Kan Water].

Xu Boyang took a rough look. The dark and towering Huaishan Mountain and the biting north wind and snow were fiercely intertwined, neither of them giving in, and were bound to be entangled endlessly. This happened to be one of the spiritual energies of heaven and earth.

"Let's call it [Huaishan Changxue] for now!"

Xu Boyang didn't know whether this kind of spiritual energy was good or bad, but according to the book, except for the immortal caves such as the blessed land and the strange fire spring, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth was not divided into good or bad. The difference was the Taoism.

"Never mind, let's practice first!"

As Xu Boyang climbed higher and higher, the mountain wind blew fiercely, carrying flakes of snow, and the cold was biting.

Xu Boyang ran towards the top of the mountain without fear of wind and snow.

He came to a big rock in the mountains, his clothes fluttering, and sat down cross-legged.

He took out a Qi Gathering Pill from his bosom, held it under his tongue, closed his eyes, silently practiced Taoism, and experienced the changes between heaven and earth among the rocks, ice and snow.

But in a moment, the atmosphere in the mountains suddenly changed. The snow on the Black Mountain's boulders, cliffs, pine trees, and even the surrounding snow flew up like falling pear blossoms, and continued to gather towards Xu Boyang.

In just a moment, Xu Boyang was covered in snow, like a snowman standing on a rock.

But his heart was burning like fire. Countless cold air mixed with rocks and ice and snow penetrated every inch of his skin, and the heart and mind in his body were like the sound of a huge bell, emitting boiling blood and energy, constantly knocking on every acupoint in his body.

Two completely different forces collided and intertwined with each other, forming a magnificent picture in his body.

At the same time, changes occurred in the starry sky in the [Purple Star Palace] in Xu Boyang's body.

A black gale carrying white snowflakes drifted in from the depths of the starry sky. In a moment, both the [Palace of Wealth] and the [Palace of Daoyan] were covered with snow.

Wang Lingguan strolled out of the hall, reached out and pinched a snowflake, frowning and saying, "This kid is actually practicing [Shanyin Night Snow]. Now that the Heavenly Dao has collapsed, [Kanshui] is still in the hands of the Taoists, and [Genshan] is in the hands of that nine-tailed demon fox. How will he build his foundation in the future?"

Zhao Lingguan laughed heartily, twirling his beard as he walked out of the hall, saying, "Brother, why worry so much? This kid is no ordinary person. He's already reached the fourth level of Condensation Yuan. It seems there's hope that one day you and I will see the light of day again."

"Hmph!" Wang Lingguan turned around with his hands behind his back and disappeared into the palace. "Wait until he reaches the Purple Palace before you say that!"

(End of this chapter)