The dog path is immortal, it is not too late to practice immortality from a hundred years old

Knock knock knock

~ Knock knock ~

"Who?"

"Lao Tzu finally had a weekend, knocking you early in the morning."

Zhang Chongyang was shocked at how his voice had changed, so he heard the knocker outside the door scolding in a fiercer tone than him:

"Hey...... Old man Zhang, it turns out that you are not dead, are you?" Old

man Zhang

, is it himself who is shouting?

No, who the hell is outside the door

......

? The

sound of a door kicking.

Zhang Chongyang felt that his house was trembling.

Then I heard that the people outside the door were even more irritable.

"Riding a horse, if you don't die, don't you hurry up and pay the rent to Lao Tzu, you don't want to live, do you

?" ......

Suddenly, it

hurts! My head hurts! Fortunately

, it comes and goes quickly.

When the pain subsided, Zhang Chongyang's brain had some more sporadic memories.

He held his head in both hands, his eyes full of shock.

He muttered,

"I...... I've meowed?!"

The dying bedside sat up in shock, Zhang Chongyang's eyes widened, and he looked at his twilight body in disbelief: he

, a post-00s boy with a great tomorrow in the 21st century, just caught up with a few more games on the weekend, and woke up and crossed into a centenarian who was about

to die??? the sky.

O earth.

Mom.

I want to go home.

Bang dang~

The people outside the door saw that Zhang Chongyang didn't open the door, and kicked his courtyard door again.

Zhang Chongyang recovered from his life without love, and he couldn't care about grief for the time being.

He touched his body left and right, and found the only two crystal-clear stones left.

A flash of surprise flashed in his cloudy eyes: Is this a spirit stone?

Then, he stuffed one of them back into his arms and walked towards the courtyard gate with the other one.

Squeak~

The dilapidated and old courtyard door was slowly opened by Zhang Chongyang's hands that were like dry bones.

A man in his forties, with a meaty face and a fierce look in his eyes, stood at the door.

The memory of the original owner has resurfaced a little bit again, and it is about this big man.

His name is Liu Biao, and he is responsible for collecting rent for Changchun Gate on this street.

The rent is one lower grade spirit stone per month.

When Zhang Chongyang looked at Liu Biao, the latter had already snatched the low-grade spirit stone from his hand, and he didn't forget to sneer when he was done:

"Old man Zhang, if you don't die next month, pay the rent positively, otherwise don't blame Lao Tzu for being unkind and drive your old bones out of Pingfu Town."

Zhang Chongyang wanted to reply with a reply, but the words came to his mouth and swallowed again.

That's it, this is not a previous life, the other party is relatively strong, there is no need to fight with tongues.

Close the courtyard door and plug in the deadbolt.

Zhang Chongyang turned around and walked back to the house.

There wasn't even a decent stool in the room, so he could only sit on the bed in a quiet daze.

In his heart, he scolded the gods and Buddhas one by one on this bloody crossing, and when he calmed down, he had to think about his current situation.

According to the sporadic memories of his predecessor, he learned that this was a world of cultivating immortals.

As for how big this world is, whether it is round or square, the predecessor is not clear.

The predecessor only knew that before the age of thirty, he lived in the precarious mortal world, barely making a living by farming

, and after the age of thirty, he was conquered by Changchun Gate as a wasteland army, came to Pingfu Town, and never left again.

As the so-called misfortune and fortune are relied on, blessing and misfortune are lurking, and when he came to Pingfu Town, he relied on the Changchun Gate to provide the road goods Changchun Gong to embark on the road of cultivating immortals.

Although his qualifications are average, and it took seventy years to cultivate to the fifth level of Qi cultivation, his life is relatively hard, and he has lived to be 100 years old in this border town where people die every day.

The key to supporting him to live for so long is because he is a talisman master, so he doesn't have to go to the wild to hunt demon beasts like most immortal cultivators in Pingfu Town, and make a living by licking blood from the edge of the knife.

After combing for several hours in a row, Zhang Chongyang no longer had a trace of longing for the so-called immortal cultivation world outside, but was a little more afraid.

In the next two days, Zhang Chongyang did not take a step out of the courtyard gate, and no one came to disturb him.

In the past two days, he has accepted that he has changed from a strong young man to an old man who is about to die.

After his mentality stabilized, he also discovered his golden finger.

I don't know if it's a system, it's just a property panel anyway.

He opened it with his mind, and a string of his data appeared in front of him.

[Name: Zhang Chongyang

] [Lifespan: 100.00/100.11] [Realm: Fifth Layer of Qi Training: 11

/100] [Exercise: Changchun Gong Entry: 95/100] [

Skill: Talisman

: Detoxification Talisman Proficiency: 66/200

Hemostat proficient: 33/200

Cleaner Starter: 99/100

Beginner to ward off evil charms: 77/100

.] [Magical Power: None]

It is a joy to have a golden finger, but seeing that his lifespan is only a pitiful '0.11', Zhang Chongyang can't be happy, and he has been depressed all morning.

"If

'1' represents one year old, and '0.11', it will be more than a month to be full."

As soon as he accepted his fate, he was given such a blow, Zhang Chongyang just wanted to scold his mother.

"Ma De, it's also the fifth layer of Qi cultivation, why is the upper limit of life span so short? What kind of immortal is this immortal cultivator?"

At the end of the day, he was still afraid of death.

Meditating cross-legged, Zhang Chongyang practiced Changchun Gong.

Cultivation is to guide and refine the aura of heaven and earth over and over again according to the line of exercises, which is boring and boring, but it is not too boring for first-time cultivators.

Due to his old health, he only lasted three hours before he had to stop.

Zhang Chongyang reopened the properties panel, and when he saw that the data had not changed, although he had expected it, he still felt very disappointed.

"Maybe it's because the quantitative change hasn't caused the qualitative change yet.

Zhang Chongyang comforted himself, then stood up and moved his stiff joints.

Feeling the emptiness in his abdomen, Zhang Chongyang walked into the kitchen, opened the rice bowl, and looked at the bright color and refreshing spiritual rice in the tank, although he had eaten it several times, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

This is only a low-grade spirit rice, a low-grade spirit stone can purchase ten catties, enough for the predecessor to eat for a month.

This month, there was no purchase of Lingmi.

So looking at the amount of spiritual rice in the rice jar that was enough for him to eat for another week, Zhang Chongyang's face showed a touch of embarrassment again.

There is still a lower grade spirit stone in his arms, and he can buy ten catties of lower grade spirit rice when he goes to Fang City.

But this is all his belongings, what will happen to the next month's rent, what will he do with the expenses in the future

, will he sell the talismans? He only has one month left to live, and if he spends his time making talismans, he will have no time to cultivate ......

Bother.

It's annoying.