A seal of immortality

Chapter 202 Fighting
Zhao Xiaoshan landed in an open space in the castle, put the two-headed monster bird into the spirit beast bag, and led Wang Changsheng to a street.

The shops on both sides of the street are small in size, mainly dealing in talisman seals, refining tools and alchemy materials, and there are also a few shops selling pills, but what makes Wang Changsheng feel strange is that most of the shop owners are mortals without mana.

There was an endless stream of pedestrians on the street, most of them were mortals, and occasionally I could see a few high-spirited immortal cultivators, whose mana fluctuations were very obvious.

Seeing this scene, Wang Changsheng's doubts deepened. Generally speaking, immortal cultivators would stay in a place with plenty of aura to cultivate, and at worst, they would find a place to settle down and would not mix with mortals at all. , even if he really lives with mortals, he will hide his identity as an immortal cultivator in every possible way, and he doesn't want outsiders to know.

After all, as a cultivator, living with ordinary people is a very shameful thing in the world of cultivating immortals.

And these immortal cultivators did not hide the aura fluctuations in their bodies at all, as if they were afraid that others would not know that they were immortal cultivators, which made Wang Changsheng puzzled.

Seemingly seeing the doubts in Wang Changsheng's heart, Zhao Xiaoshan smiled slightly and explained: "Junior Brother Wang, these mortals are actually descendants of the owners of our Zhao family's spiritual roots. Because they have no spiritual roots and don't want to live in the world, they stay in After entering the castle, as for the few immortal cultivators you saw, because they had no hope of advancing, they mixed with ordinary people. The offspring born by these people are more likely to have spiritual roots. This is also to inspire others The clansmen practice hard."

Wang Changsheng suddenly realized, nodded, and didn't say much.

Next, Zhao Xiaoshan took Wang Changsheng and turned around in the castle, at the same time explaining to Wang Changsheng non-stop.

According to Zhao Xiaoshan, the entire Zhao family castle is divided into an inner castle and an outer castle. The people living in the inner castle are all members of the Zhao family with spiritual roots, while low-level monks and ordinary people live in the outer castle. You can enter and leave this place freely, as for those mortals who were born in the castle since childhood but have no spiritual roots, it is impossible for them to step out of Zhaojiabao in their entire lives.

Although they can't leave Zhaojiabao, these mortals can live comfortably. If there are spiritual root owners among their descendants, their status will also rise. It may not be impossible to leave Zhaojiabao.

Wang Changsheng followed Zhao Xiaoshan around the castle. When he passed several shops selling elixir, he found several hundred-year-old elixir. Wang Changsheng urgently needed intermediate talisman paper to practice drawing intermediate talisman seals. Seeing these hundred-year-old elixir, he certainly couldn't Will let it go and buy them all.

When the sky darkened, Zhao Xiaoshan placed Wang Changsheng in a secluded courtyard in the Inner Fort, and after a few words of advice, Zhao Xiaoshan said goodbye and left.

After a day of shopping, Wang Changsheng was also a little tired. After sending Zhao Xiaoshan away, he went back to his room to rest.

According to Wang Changsheng's plan, after staying in Zhaojiabao for a few days, he would go to the mundane experience. Of course, this is not entirely his idea, mainly because his master Zhao Qingshan suggested that he pretend to be an ordinary person, and it is best to live in the mundane for a while. It helps to temper the state of mind, and has certain benefits for future practice.

Since the master said so, Wang Changsheng would naturally abide by it. To be honest, he was also quite curious about the world of mortals, but he had been busy with cultivation and had no chance to set foot there.

The next morning, when Zhao Xiaoshan appeared in front of Wang Changsheng again, he was accompanied by a young woman in her 20s.

The woman has a round face, a pair of big black eyes, and two small dimples on her beautiful face, making her look very pretty and lovely. This woman is also a foundation-building monk.

"Junior Brother Wang, let me introduce you, this is my cousin Zhao Yuzhen," Zhao Xiaoshan pointed to the young woman and introduced to Wang Changsheng.

"My servant, Wang Changsheng, met fellow Daoist Zhao," Wang Changsheng said to the young woman with a straightened expression, cupping his fists.

"So you are the Daoist Wang that Brother Nineteen has been talking about all this time. It's a pleasure to meet you," Zhao Yuzhen smiled sweetly, his crooked eyebrows quivering slightly.

"Junior Brother Wang, something happened in the clan, and I need to handle it personally. For the time being, my cousin will take you around!" Zhao Xiaoshan said apologetically.

Hearing this, Wang Changsheng raised his eyebrows, pondered for a moment, and said, "Senior brother Zhao, if there is anything I can do for you, please ask for a famous quote." His tone was very sincere. Wang Changsheng had asked Zhao Xiaoshan to sit in the Wang family for a few days, and owed him a debt of one year. A favor, if given the chance, he would like to repay this favor as soon as possible.

"It's just a small matter, I can handle it well," Zhao Xiaoshan shook his head, and then said to Zhao Yuzhen: "Okay, sister 27, you can help me take Brother Wang to play in the castle for a few days! Don't neglect Wang. Brother, do you know?"

"Okay, okay, I got it, go get busy!" Zhao Yuzhen urged, signaling Zhao Xiaoshan to leave quickly.

Seeing this, Zhao Xiaoshan gave a wry smile, gave some instructions, and at the urging of Zhao Yuzhen, he turned and left.

In the next few days, Zhao Yuzhen acted as a guide and took Wang Changsheng to play in the castle. At first, because of the difference between men and women, the two of them got along a bit restrained, but as time went by, the relationship between the two became much closer. .

On this day, Zhao Yuzhen brought Wang Changsheng to a majestic building, and the sound of spell explosions could be faintly heard from inside.

There is a silver plaque hanging on the building, with the three big black characters of Yanwutang written on it.

Although Zhao Yuzhen was leading the way, the two still had to go through the guard's interrogation, and after confirming that they were correct, they were able to enter the Martial Arts Hall.

Wang Changsheng's family also has a martial arts hall, but compared with the Zhao family's martial arts hall, it was instantly inferior.

The Martial Arts Hall of the Zhao family has a size of nearly ten acres. There are many gorgeously dressed immortal cultivators standing in twos and threes. There are men, women, old and young. There are hundreds of them. Common elementary spells can be seen here, and some people are even practicing the art of controlling the sword.

Seeing Wang Changsheng, everyone glanced subconsciously, and a flash of surprise flashed in their eyes, but when they saw Zhao Yuzhen next to him, they stopped paying attention and concentrated on cultivation.

In the courtyard, there are dozens of black stone tablets about ten feet high. Various spells issued by the Zhao family members smashed on the black stone tablets one after another. In addition, there are also some black iron balls of different sizes, which are hung on chains. The iron rod is also used as a target for practicing spells.

"Wang Daoyou, this is the Martial Arts Hall of our Zhao family, what do you think?" Zhao Yuzhen asked Wang Changsheng with a smile, a smug look flashed in his beautiful eyes.

To be honest, the Zhao family's martial arts hall is many times better than the Wang family's martial arts hall, but in the eyes of Wang Changsheng, who has experienced many battles, these Zhao family members are just silver guns and crayons. Practicing spells, no matter how proficient the spells are, it is not bad if you can show half of your strength when you are really facing the enemy. After all, practicing spells and actually doing it are two different things, but he can't point it out due to affection. He nodded and praised: "It is indeed a good choice to practice spells here."

Hearing this, Zhao Yuzhen frowned slightly. She grew up in the castle and has deep feelings for everything in the castle, especially the Martial Arts Hall, which is the pride of her (their) Zhao family members. In her mouth, it was just a place to practice spells, which made her somewhat dissatisfied.

Dissatisfaction is dissatisfaction, and she also knows that Wang Changsheng, as a disciple of the Taiqing Palace, is well-informed and knowledgeable, so he may not be able to appreciate her (their) Zhao family's martial arts hall.

"Why, according to your Excellency, the Martial Arts Hall of our Zhao family is only used for practicing spells?" A somewhat dissatisfied voice came from behind Wang Changsheng.

Hearing this, Wang Changsheng turned around subconsciously and saw a black-faced man in his thirties who appeared behind him at some point. Next to the big man were two young men with similar facial features. The black-faced man's expression was somewhat gloomy. The two young men looked at Wang Changsheng with some unkind eyes.

The black-faced man is in the middle stage of foundation establishment, and the two men are in the early stage of foundation establishment.

"Seventh Uncle, Ninth Brother, Eleventh Brother, don't get me wrong, this is Brother Nineteen's fellow apprentice," Zhao Yuzhen hurriedly explained when he saw this.

"I know he is Xiaoshan's fellow apprentice, so I won't make things difficult for him. I just want him to explain to me what is a place suitable for practicing spells." Said loudly.

Wang Changsheng frowned when he heard the words, thought for a while, and explained: "Sorry, I made a slip of the tongue next time, please forgive this fellow Taoist."

"Excuse me? I'm afraid I can't see it," the black-faced man shook his head.

"Then what do you want, Your Excellency?" Wang Changsheng said with some dissatisfaction. There is a limit to patience. He has already apologized, but the other party still refuses to let him go. If he really treats him as a persimmon, can he be manipulated casually?

"It's very simple, let's have a fight, you won, I have no second choice, I won, and please take back what you just said," the black-faced man said flatly.

"Fighting skills?" Wang Changsheng frowned, shook his head, and said, "Swords have no eyes, let's forget it! I can take back what I just said."

"If this is the case, others will think that our Zhao family is bullying others. I want you to take back what you said just now, and I can sign a life and death certificate with you. If something happens to me, our Zhao family will never blame you," said the black face. The big man patted his chest and promised.

"I can take back the words, but there is no need to fight," Wang Changsheng refused, unmoved.

"Does your Excellency think that I, Zhao Gang, are not worthy to be your opponent, or do you look down on our Zhao family?" The face of the black-faced man suddenly turned cold.

The quarrel between the two attracted a large number of onlookers from the Zhao family's children. These Zhao family's children were obviously on the side of the black-faced man, especially after the black-faced man said that he looked down on our Zhao family, which made Wang Changsheng the target of public criticism.

"Hmph, are the disciples of the Taiqing Palace great? They ran to our Zhao family's territory to act wildly."

"That's right, Seventh Uncle is one of the top ten masters in the Martial Arts Hall. It's too arrogant to be unable to fight with him."

"Seventh Uncle is at the middle stage of foundation establishment, and this person is at the early stage of foundation establishment. It's really unfair."

The members of the Zhao family talked a lot. Most of them stood on the side of the black-faced man, but there were also a small number of people who defended Wang Changsheng. They proposed to change a member of the Zhao family who was in the early foundation establishment period to fight Wang Changsheng.

"Seventh Uncle's cultivation level is higher than yours, so it's really unfair to fight with you. In this way, I'm here to fight with you. I'm also in the early stage of foundation establishment, so it's fair! If you think I'm older than you, you can let Eleventh Brother How about fighting with you?" A tall member of the Zhao family stood up and said.

Wang Changsheng frowned. He didn't expect that he would cause so much trouble just because of his own words. Most of his fighting skills relied on talisman seals. He threw few talisman seals. The opponent refused to admit defeat. He threw too many and was afraid of hurting the opponent. .

After Jin entered the foundation building period, Wang Changsheng also learned the mystical technique, and now he can control four magic weapons at the same time. No matter how many talismans he throws, he can only control four of them, so it is easy to accidentally hurt Zhao Xiaoshan's clansman , This is not what Wang Changsheng wants to see.

Seeing the Zhao family members approaching, Wang Changsheng frowned. After thinking for a moment, he rolled his eyes and said, "Okay! I promise to fight with you, but change the rules."

"What's the rule? Tell me clearly!"

Wang Changsheng turned his gaze, landed on a black stone tablet, and said, "Don't you have a lot of black iron stone tablets here? There are only three moves, and the most black iron stone tablets are destroyed. How about winning?"

Hearing this, the black-faced man's face was a little moved, he pondered for a moment, nodded, and said: "Okay, I will do as you said, I am in the middle stage of foundation establishment, and my mana is stronger than yours, it is unfair to compete with you , In this way, Sicheng, you go, and you represent our Zhao family to fight."

"You don't need to change, just compare with you," Wang Changsheng shook his head.

Seeing this situation, the black-faced man hesitated for a moment, then agreed.

The black-faced man gave an order, and the Zhao family members erected ten black stone tablets in a row.

"You are a guest, please invite first," the black-faced man made a gesture of invitation, and said to Wang Changsheng.

"It doesn't matter who comes, you come first!" Wang Changsheng said lightly.

Seeing this, the big black-faced man didn't shirk. His lips moved slightly, and he swiped one hand towards the void in front of him. With a "poof", dots of red light emerged in front of him, and quickly condensed into a water tank-sized red fireball.

"Go," following the order of the black-faced man, the giant fireball quickly flew towards the black stone tablet.

With a loud bang, a dazzling flame shot up into the sky, and the billowing flames immediately engulfed several black stone tablets.

At the same time, two rays of light, one red and one black, flashed out from the hands of the black-faced man, heading straight for the billowing flames.

After the two rays of light fell into the flames, there were two loud bangs of "bang" and "bang".

After the flames passed, the black stone tablet appeared in front of everyone again. There were ten stone tablets, four of which were broken into two pieces, and the cut was extremely smooth. The fifth stone tablet had two chi-long grooves on it.

Seeing this situation, the black-faced man nodded in satisfaction. This stele is made of black iron stone, which is impenetrable by water and fire, and is difficult to destroy. It is already very good that he can destroy the four-sided black iron stele.

Seeing this scene, the members of the Zhao clan were all very excited. They practiced spells with this black-iron stele every day, and they were very clear about its characteristics. They did not expect that the black-faced man would destroy four black-iron steles once he made a move. , and left two grooves on the fifth block.

Soon, members of the Zhao clan found ten black iron steles and erected them in a row.

Wang Changsheng looked at the black stone tablet more than ten meters away, frowned, and stepped back more than ten steps. He turned his right hand over, and there were three gleaming red talismans in his hand. After rubbing his hands together, he raised them at the same time.

After a flash of red light, three giant fireballs the size of wheels emerged and hit the opposite black stone tablet.

Seeing this scene, the expressions of the black-faced man and other members of the Zhao family changed, and a look of shock flashed across Zhao Yuzhen's eyes.

There was a loud bang, and the ground shook slightly. Three giant fireballs turned into billowing flames, engulfing ten black stone tablets.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wang Changsheng raised his right hand, and a thick stack of talisman seals came out of his hand. With a sway in the wind, these talisman seals turned into transparent water arrows several feet long, numbering as many as a hundred, and shot towards the flames. .

Immediately afterwards, Wang Changsheng took out two gleaming blue talisman seals, threw them forward, and the blue light flashed, and the two giant wind blades about ten meters long went straight to the opposite side, and there was a burst of "bang" and "bang" in the flames. Noisy.

After the flames dissipated, the ten stone tablets disappeared, and there was a pile of fist-sized gravel on the ground.

Seeing this scene, the members of the Zhao family were stunned, and the black-faced man couldn't help swallowing. He knew very well that he would never be able to withstand such an attack if he was fighting to the death. Immediately, he looked at Wang Changsheng with deep awe. .

For a moment, the members of the Zhao family all looked at Wang Changsheng with eyes of monsters, and their faces were full of admiration.

Zhao Yuzhen's small mouth was even more open. She thought that even if Wang Changsheng worshiped under the Taiqing Palace, his skills would not be much higher. Zhao Xiaoshan only knew how to make alchemy, and his actual combat ability was average. Even Wang Changsheng was not valued by her. But she didn't expect that Wang Changsheng's ability was so strong. For a moment, a look of admiration appeared in her beautiful eyes.

"Fellow Daoist Zhao, I've accepted it," Wang Changsheng walked up to the black-faced man, cupped his hands and said in a very sincere tone.

"If you lose, you lose. There is nothing to justify. I, Zhao Gang, can still lose in a fight," the dark-faced man shook his head and said in a deep voice.

"Haha, well said, our Zhao family can still lose in a fight," a deep voice came from the entrance of the Martial Arts Hall.

As soon as the words fell, a middle-aged man with a red face walked in quickly. The middle-aged man had regular facial features, and a pair of tiger eyes were not angry. He could tell at a glance that he was a person who had been in the upper class for a long time. Zhao Xiaoshan followed behind the middle-aged man, Look very serious.

"Meet the Patriarch," the Zhao family members shouted in unison when they saw the middle-aged man, with a very respectful expression.

After hearing this, Wang Changsheng knew that the middle-aged man was Zhao Xiong, the current head of the Zhao family, and also Zhao Xiaoshan's father.

"My lord, Wang Changsheng, pay my respects to my uncle." Wang Changsheng stepped forward and gave a slight salute. Although the other party was also a foundation-builder, he was still Zhao Xiaoshan's father. The power of the Zhao family, both public and private, should be respected by Wang Changsheng as a junior.

The middle-aged man was obviously very satisfied with Wang Changsheng's attitude, nodded, looked Wang Changsheng up and down, and praised: "You are the nephew Wang Xian who Xiaoshan often mentions! You are indeed a good-looking talent, not bad, not bad."

"Brother, I have shamed the family, please punish me," the black-faced man walked up to the middle-aged man and said with shame on his face.

"Hmph, punishment? Do you know where you are wrong?" The middle-aged man snorted softly and asked with some dissatisfaction.

"do not know?"

"Nephew Wang Xian is a guest of Xiaoshan. You have repeatedly made things difficult for the guests. If it gets out, no one will dare to come to our Zhao family's door in the future. As for this fight, I don't blame you. Nephew Wang Xian is a A famous talisman master, and the No. 1 competition in the ten-year Taiqing Palace, it is normal for you to lose to him," the middle-aged man changed his tone, and continued:

"However, in view of your recklessness, you will not be an instructor in the Martial Arts Hall in the future, and your monthly salary will be halved. You can accept this punishment."

"I would like to obey the order of the eldest brother," the black-faced man replied without thinking.

(End of this chapter)