Longevity and Immortal Cultivation: Starting from Controlling Your Own Essence

A month in Changping City passed without any disturbance.

Zhang Yao's arrival didn't alarm a few people, only a few nearby neighbors were a little curious, but they only thought it was a distant relative with a high seniority who had come to the Zhao family.

Decades have passed: The martial arts, aristocratic families, and chambers of commerce in those days have long been scattered, walking away, and dying.

The only surviving Chen family has long since lost its former glory and been reduced to a second-rate family in the city. There is a high probability that it has never heard of Zhang Yao's reputation.

"Uncle, are you really leaving?"

Zhao Ling's eyes were reddish, and he felt a little bit reluctant.

"Yes, I should go."

Zhang Yao smiled, patted him on the shoulder, and said:

"In the past month, you have learned my improved "Golden Cauldron Kungfu" and "Great Vajra Fist" at least a little bit."

"Continue to practice hard for ten years. It is not difficult to become a perfect martial artist, and it can also revive the reputation of Jinding Martial Arts."

"Although it is difficult for you to become an extremely strong person in this life, with the internal cultivation method I left behind, if future generations are talented, they can cultivate both internally and externally, and go to a higher level. If you keep my experience in mind, it may not be possible. You can't aspire to the grandmaster."

"But you must avoid it, and you must never talk to outsiders!"

"Um."

Zhao Ling nodded vigorously, and said solemnly: "Uncle is as kind as a mountain, please rest assured, Uncle, I will definitely follow your teachings and will never disappoint your expectations."

"That's good."

Zhang Yao nodded in relief, took a long sword with a sheath, and handed it to him:

"This is a treasured sword I collected in the early years. It is called Chi Xiao. It is not only a magical weapon that cuts iron like mud, but also a murder weapon that kills without blood."

"This sword has been with me for decades, and now I will pass it on to you."

"But it's not a last resort, and don't use it lightly, otherwise, once the light is seen, I'm afraid many people will come to snatch it."

"this……"

Hearing this, Zhao Ling hesitated for a moment, and said:

"Uncle, since it is such a magical weapon, you should carry it yourself."

"You still have to do things at such an old age, and you don't have any helpers. You just need the help of this kind of divine sword."

Deep down in his heart, he really hoped that Zhang Yao would stay.

In his opinion, Zhang Yao has been wandering all his life, has no children, and is still a widow in his seventies, so it is better to stay, so that he can take care of Zhang Yao.

It's a pity that during this month's relationship, he tested Zhang Yao's tone several times, but Zhang Yao's attitude was very firm, and he couldn't stop him.

"No need."

Zhang Yao shook his head with a smile and refused:

"I'm afraid I won't come back here. This sword is a burden to me. It's best to pass it on to you."

"Furthermore, with my martial arts, this sword is useless, you should keep it as a thought."

Hearing this, Zhao Ling finally didn't refuse any more, and put away the sword.

The mother and son sent Zhang Yao out of Changping City all the way, and watched his figure disappearing on horseback before they wiped away their tears and turned to go home.

…………

Late at night, on Cuiping Mountain.

"ah……"

An old Taoist priest suddenly woke up from his sleep, sweating profusely.

He came back to his senses, sat on the bed in silence for a while, then put on his clothes and got up, without lighting the lamp, and left the bedroom by the moonlight.

The old Taoist left the Shangqing Pavilion all the way, walked out of the Qingping Palace, and came to the back mountain.

On the slope of the back mountain, there is a stone tablet one foot high, engraved with more than 50 names, all of whom were victims of the tragedy that year.

That year, after the recovery of the Qingping Palace, because the bodies of the victims could not be restrained for a long time, a monument was erected on the back mountain to mourn the dead.

"Um?"

The old Taoist had just arrived at the back hillside, and his complexion changed suddenly.

In front of the one-foot-tall huge stele, there was a lonely figure standing alone, and three sticks of incense were stuck on the copper stove in front of the stele.

"who?"

He snorted coldly, showing alertness in his expression.

The figure in front of the monument slowly turned around, revealing a face in his forties, which gave him a faint sense of familiarity.

"you……"

The old Taoist froze for a moment, seemed to recall something, hesitated for a while, and then asked tentatively:

"Brother Zhang, is that you?"

"it's me."

Zhang Yao's voice came, with a hint of surprise:

"Junior Brother Qing Zhuo, I really didn't expect you to recognize me at a glance."

The old Taoist priest Qingzhuo breathed a sigh of relief, walked quickly towards the giant monument, and said in his mouth:

"Compared to that year, the senior brother's appearance really hasn't changed much."

"Besides, didn't senior brother recognize me at a glance?"

During the seven years in Changping City, Zhang Yao also came to Qingping Palace many times, all to pay homage to Master Guanlu and some brothers who died.

Qingzhuo had seen his appearance when he was young, and he had a particularly deep memory of him, even though he hadn't seen him for many years, he still recognized his identity.

"Senior Brother Zhang..."

The old Taoist Qingzhuo walked up to him, looked at him carefully, and couldn't help saying:

"You look so young, you should become a master, right?"

"Um."

Zhang Yao nodded slightly and said:

"I stepped into this realm decades ago."

"really……"

Qing Zhuo sighed in his heart, but he wasn't too surprised.

Fifty years ago, Zhang Yao was already a top expert, a well-known big man whose strength far surpassed him.

And relying on his own talent, he finally reached this step when he was forty years old. After that, he wasted many years and still had no hope of a master.

When the two met again, they were both over seventy years old, but one was already old, and the other looked like he was still in his prime.

"After Senior Brother left Changping, Qingping Palace has gone through decades of ups and downs, and it has really changed a lot..."

Qingzhuo seemed to have met an old friend, standing in front of the huge monument, chattering.

Zhang Yao also listened patiently without interrupting his words.

Decades have passed, after Qing Zhuo ascended to the realm of top masters, Qingping Palace has developed and grown stronger than before at its peak.

Today's Qingping Palace has been expanded several times. There are many real people under the door. There are nearly two hundred Taoists and Taoist boys in each hall.

The tragedy of that year, because the time interval was too long, has become an old story and is almost forgotten by the world.

The only survivors are standing under the monument at this moment, remembering each other.

Zhang Yao raised his head and looked at the familiar names on the inscription, his expression slightly dazed, as the past swept in like a tide.

"Brother."

Qingzhuo finished talking a lot, was silent for a moment, and said:

"You are over seventy. If you have no descendants, why don't you stay in Qingping Palace?"

"No."

Zhang Yao shook his head and said:

"I'm going south to Yunzhou to do something. I'm afraid I won't come back."

"……I see."

The old Taoist Qing Zhuo sighed, but did not speak again after all.

"I was going to come quietly and go quietly."

Zhang Yao smiled and said:

"I didn't expect to just run into you, maybe it's fate."

As he said, he took out a newly bound classic from his arms, and handed it over:

"This is the pinnacle of martial arts that I have exhausted my whole life. Before I left, I wanted to find someone to inherit it, but unfortunately there are no descendants. If I want to pass it on, I don't know who to pass it on."

"My brother in the martial arts hall has a descendant, but his aptitude is not good enough to practice the things in it. What's more, I don't want the martial arts passed down by my master to be changed by me."

"So I thought, why don't you just stay in Qingping Palace, and have something to think about in the future."

"good."

Qing Zhuo nodded, and took the classics without looking at them.

At this time, he didn't know what the book he took casually represented.