Why is my Hundred Lifetimes Book different?

Moon stars are rare.

After Zhuge Sheng fled a hundred miles away, he felt somewhat relieved.

With another quick calculation, the hexagram changed, transforming from the ominous Kan hexagram to the auspicious Qian hexagram. Only then did the large stone fall to the ground.

Who exactly is that young man?

Which powerful figure casually dropped this piece?

A hidden immortal flower of the Qinghua Immortal Sect?

Or is he a deadly creature from the mountains and wilderness?

Fortunately, I acted on impulse and pulled back from the brink, avoiding further entanglement with him; otherwise, it would have been extremely dangerous!

With a slight shift in his gaze, Zhuge Shengping calmed his mind, made a hand gesture, and stopped thinking about these things.

It should be understood that what you keep in mind will eventually come back to you. Since you've only met briefly and passed each other by, there's really no need to guess or overthink what kind of person the other person is.

You're overthinking it. There's a cause and effect, karma, and everything in the universe that will surely work out!

After all, the world is vast, and he was just a small Foundation Establishment cultivator.

……

It was before dawn.

On the rugged and narrow mountain path, the father and son carried their bags and hurried on their way.

From Bailu Village to Shanyang County, it's a 60-mile mountain road, which would take at least half a day to walk.

After crossing one mountain, then another, by midday, the journey was halfway complete. Ahead lay an official road, wide enough for horse-drawn carriages and oxcarts to pass, and occasionally, caravans would appear.

"We've arrived at Twin Peaks Valley. Hide your money bag carefully."

Ren Jiaping looked at the canyon ahead and said in a low voice.

"Know."

Shuangfeng Valley belongs to the Li family.

The Li family of Shuangfeng produced a prominent figure in their early years, who was granted a hereditary title here.

Those who live near mountains live off the mountains, and those who live near water live off the water. Passing caravans and travelers all had to pay a toll.

Caravans would take a 1% cut every ten, giving each passenger a large coin and each animal half a coin.

Although the rules are fixed, people are flexible.

Among the Li family's servants who robbed people in this area, there were quite a few unruly thieves. They rarely robbed openly, but stole secretly most of the time. With their nimble hands, they could catch people off guard and make them fall into their traps without them even realizing it.

The victims often only discover their money is missing after walking a distance. When they go back to the perpetrators, the perpetrators naturally deny it, leaving them with no choice but to swallow their anger and resentment.

Ren Qingshan reached for the money pouch in his pocket.

Nine taels of silver, or twenty-six coins, were almost all the family's savings.

Inside the trousers, there was a hidden pocket that my mother had sewn up the night before, with a tael of silver sewn in, to be used when we were desperate.

In the last two years, I've made a small profit selling soapberries and cosmetics.

In ordinary villages, a household with a surplus of one or two taels of silver is considered wealthy.

"Dad, I'll stop here. You can go back now. The main road is easy to travel on, I can manage, and it'll save you an extra expense."

To enter the city, you have to pay three times.

The road leading to the Li family's home in Shuangfeng.

The boat of the Zhang family of Sweetwater.

The gate of Shanyang County.

The saying "With money, you can go anywhere in the world; without money, you can't even take a step" perfectly illustrates this point.

Many ordinary mountain people never go to the county town in their entire lives.

"I'll take you a little further. After we pass Shuangfeng and reach the Sweetwater River, I'll head back."

"No need, really no need, Dad, look..."

Ren Qingshan bent down, picked up a stone the size of a fist, and clenched it in his palm. The hard bluestone turned into quicksand-like powder in his small, tender hand and fell away in a flurry.

Ren Jiaping: ...

I had seen this move before last night, but seeing it again was still breathtaking.

With that kind of strength, he could kill even a tiger; killing a person or two would probably be commonplace for him.

My son... is only eight years old!

Before he could say anything more, the young man slung his bag over his shoulder and strode toward the crowd in the Twin Peaks Valley.

He didn't turn around.

Only a small hand sways in the wind.

Ren Jiaping watched from afar as his son paid the money, crossed the valley, and disappeared at the end of the road. Only then did he let out a long sigh and return the way he came.

……

As Ren Qingshan walked through Shuangfeng Valley, he immediately felt a sense of exhilaration, as if the sky were high enough for birds to fly freely and the sea wide enough for fish to leap.

Possessing the strength of a tiger and the Book of a Hundred Deaths, it's as if one carries a sharp blade, and the desire to kill arises spontaneously.

The path one chooses is destined to be fraught with peril, like climbing mountains of knives and plunging into seas of fire.

He died just like that!

They even actively sought death!

However, my parents and family members are all cautious and timid, which is different from my own personality. We cannot force a relationship, and it may even lead to being implicated.

A poem suddenly came to mind.

"Why must one's bones be buried in their hometown? Green hills are everywhere in life!"

A sense of pride filled his heart, and he walked lightly through the green hills.

This journey... is to cultivate immortality!

……

noon.

Ren Qingshan trekked all the way and finally entered Shanyang City. Without saying a word, he went straight to the Immortal Master's Mansion.

The current court is the Great Qi Kingdom, whose national strength is unclear. The mountain people can barely survive, but fortunately, there is no war.

The immortal master only guards the area and receives incense offerings; he does not concern himself with political affairs.

A stone-paved road leads to the government office on the left and the Immortal Master's Mansion with its white walls and green tiles on the right. The vermilion gate is tightly closed, and the steps are even higher than those of the government office.

On several previous occasions when he passed by and saw the red gate open and a gatekeeper, Ren Qingshan had tried to get close to him, but was always driven away and left dejectedly.

And today...

Standing in front of the door, Ren Qingshan took a deep breath, reached out, and knocked heavily on the door.

Boom!

Boom boom boom!

That wasn't a knock!

This is my heartfelt desire for immortality!

He knocked dozens of times, attracting the attention of passersby who stared in surprise. Ren Qingshan remained unmoved, continuing to pound on the door.

Not long after.

The vermilion gate suddenly opened wide.

A burly man with thick eyebrows and large eyes stood inside the doorway. He looked down at Ren Qingshan and scolded, "What are you doing? You little brat, are you tired of living?"

"I want to see the Immortal Master!"

"We must see him today!"

"Either take me as your apprentice, or beat me to death!"

The young boy, neck stiff, spoke in a clear, resonant voice.

The burly man was taken aback; his lips moved, but he was speechless for a moment.

Within Shanyang City, countless young people aspire to become disciples of immortal masters; who among them doesn't dream of a bright future?

However, over the years, fewer than ten people have been chosen by the immortal master, and they are all sons of wealthy and powerful families in the city.

The magistrate's son, the clerk's grandson, the descendant of the Li family of Shuangfeng, the direct descendant of the Zhang family of Tianshui... which one of them didn't beg and plead, searching for rare treasures and pleading in every way before being granted permission?

Ordinary people can't even get through this door!

I dare not go in!

This kid has really got some nerve today, daring to bang on the door?

"roll!"

The burly man, bound by duty, reached out and grabbed Ren Qingshan by the back of the neck, intending to punish him slightly and drive him away.

Just as he reached out, he suddenly felt a tremendous force. The boy was surprisingly strong and slammed into his arms, causing him to stumble back several steps to the screen wall.

Ren Qingshan strode through the door, deftly bypassing the screen wall, and headed straight into the courtyard.

"Immortal Master!"

"Immortal Master!"

The front yard was huge, paved with bluestone, and contained various weapons, artificial hills, and a pond.

Several young boys and girls were practicing their skills when a mischievous child suddenly barged in, shouting and yelling. They all frowned and immediately tried to stop him.

"Where did this wild child come from?"

A boy who was not even ten years old, holding a green-edged longsword, twirled the sword and swiftly thrust it at Ren Qingshan.

Seeing his ferocity, Ren Qingshan quickly retreated, grabbed a huge stone lock from the side, and swung it around to smash it at him.

I don't know any martial arts.

But I have plenty of strength!

Before the boy with the sword could react, he was struck in the face by the stone lock, screaming and spitting blood.

The other children in the orphanage were all stunned.

Whose child is this?

How dare you trespass into your master's courtyard!

They even injured Li Xuanming!

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