Journey To Longevity

Around Chen Shi, he left the mansion after breakfast, and walked towards Shengxian Terrace not far away.

When they arrived, there were already two long queues there. Zhang Shiping looked around and estimated that each team was about a thousand, including men, women, old and young monks, and he immediately walked over and queued behind a couple.

Both of them looked to be in their early thirties. The man was carrying a red-tasseled gun on his back, and the head of the gun was tied tightly with a white cloth. The man was grabbing a handful of pumpkin seeds from the hand of his wife next to him. Eating, nibbling melon seeds, polishing the time.

And the woman has a plump figure, dressed in red clothes, as if she can't stop, her teeth are lightly closed up and down, and there are more melon shells in her hands.

Zhang Shiping looked at the pile of melon seed shells under their feet, it seemed that they had been standing here for a while.

The woman in red saw a handsome young man coming from behind, and immediately handed over the pumpkin seeds in her hand, and said briskly: Little brother, if you don't eat some, I don't know how long the Immortal Society will have to wait!

No, no. Zhang Shiping quickly refused. When he was away from home, he didn't think about eating other people's food, lest he didn't know if he was tricked.

But just as he refused, an old man in linen clothes with a wrinkled face and black and white hair who just came from behind stretched out his hand and said with a smile, Big sister, give me some of these pumpkin seeds too.

Brother, you come to line up at your age, don't you know the rules of Zhengyangzong? They won't accept you if you are too old. The woman touched a handful of pumpkin seeds from the small cloth bag to the old man.

Thank you, what are the rules of the Zhengyang Sect's founders and recruiting disciples? I don't understand the old man when I first arrived here. If it's convenient for you, please let me know. The old man took the melon seeds and knocked them without any scruples.

Zhengyangzong opened the mountain once every three years. Over the years, they have recruited disciples based on their cultivation and age. Brother, how old are you? They won't accept you after sixty, said the woman in red.

The old man is exactly fifty-nine this year, and he's neither over nor over. The old man in sackcloth breathed a sigh of relief.

The woman looked a little puzzled, but she didn't find out how old the old man was, because the monks of the Zhengyang sect would naturally look forward to test their bones. After all, the age of a monk can't be determined based on his appearance alone. There are different mysteries in the cultivation methods in the world, and some of them will make the practitioner's appearance older than the actual one, which is also normal.

It's more than fifty, and the cultivation base needs to be above seven levels, but like this little brother, he doesn't seem to be over twenty, as long as he has three or more qi refining levels, he can pass the primary election. It may not be possible to get in, every time Zhengyangzong has nearly a thousand people who have passed the primary election, and they have to go through the arena again, and finally two or three hundred people are selected, and these people are counted as the door. The woman in red said slowly .

Zhang Shiping was caught in the middle and didn't make a sound. He had already heard these things from Uncle Chen, which were more detailed than what this woman had said.

For example, there are three arenas, which are divided according to age. Those under 20 years old are divided into Zone A, those under 40 years old are divided into Zone B, and those under 60 years old are divided into Zone C. About 100 people are selected for each. As long as Zhang Shiping performed well in the arena in District A, he would not be able to secure a spot as an outer disciple of the Zhengyang Sect.

He is not afraid of embarrassing other monks, after all, Uncle Chen is the foundation of Zhengyang Sect inner sect, and the relationship is there.

While the few people were talking, a few more monks lined up behind the old man.

Usually casual repairers are mixed with dragons and snakes, and their temperament is loose, so when there are more people, the huge square will start to chatter, and the sound is extremely noisy.

About time for two cups of tea.

Suddenly, a huge black shadow passed over the ground.

Monster? Many monks looked up immediately, only to see a black spot appearing in the sky, and the shadow cast on the ground became bigger and bigger.

The hairs on Zhang Shiping's skin stood up in the crowd, and cold sweat broke out on his back. This is a giant eagle with a wingspan of eight or nine feet, and its blue-black feathers glow like iron in the sun.

As soon as the giant eagle glanced at him, Zhang Shiping already felt that his throat was tightly clenched and he couldn't breathe. If it wasn't for fear of attracting the attention of this monster bird, he couldn't help but want to run away.

But after the giant eagle flew down again, everyone saw a person standing on the eagle's back, and this person jumped down when he was seven or eight feet off the ground.

It was a tall man with a height of nine feet, his complexion was dark and dark under the scorching sun all year round, his facial features were erect, his hair was short, and his temples were gray. Falling from a high altitude to the ground without making a sound, like a goose feather falling on the snow, it is obvious that this person has already mastered his own control.

The five Zhengyangzong Foundation Establishment cultivators who were sitting on the high platform got up early when they saw the giant eagle. After seeing the tall man, they cupped their hands together and said, Welcome Uncle Ma.

The recruiting of apprentices hasn't started yet, right? I said you guys don't wait for the old man, why are you running so fast, don't you know that I am old and have trouble with my legs and feet? Ma Hua said loudly.

It's my fault, I hope my uncle will forgive me, please take a seat! The five people bowed their heads and replied without making any excuses.

The Golden Core has a lifespan of 800 years, this Martial Uncle Ma is only 600 years old, he is considered to be middle-aged, the five foundation cultivators thought to themselves, but they still kept respectful expressions on their faces, and greeted him. On the high platform.

This is Ma Hua, a Jindan cultivator of the Zhengyang sect, who jumped up to a high platform several feet in one step, and Da Ma sat on the throne with a golden knife.

Zhengyang sect accepts disciples, start now. He said in a loud voice, his voice was agitated by mana, reaching the ears of thousands of people present.

The five Foundation Establishment cultivators stood behind the Golden Core, and they also understood that this kind of trivial matter of opening a mountain and recruiting disciples did not need to trouble Uncle Ma, the Golden Core cultivator. It's just that maybe this kind of old monster who has lived for hundreds of years is very quiet and wants to move, and comes to join in the fun.

The few of them have only received the news since the day before yesterday, otherwise the Ascension Fair would have started long ago, and everyone wouldn't have waited so long.

Following the Zongmen Jindan's words, the two disciples of the Zhengyangzong who had been preparing for the refining period immediately turned their hands over and took out a compass from their storage bags, and quickly put three almost transparent spirit stones into it. Enter the center of the compass.

After the whole piece of the spirit stone disappeared, the bronze mirror in the compass began to emit a blue-gray light.

The two disciples stood in front of a long queue of people, holding bronze mirrors, and took a picture of the monks who came to participate.

For those whose cultivation and bone age did not meet the standards, the aura of the bronze mirror immediately turned red, and those monks who wanted to fish in troubled waters were naturally scolded and expelled.

The speed of the test was extremely fast. The two qi refining disciples spent a little more time besides changing the spirit stones halfway. In less than a quarter of an hour, they each checked hundreds of people.

The couple in front of Zhang Shiping just passed the test and were assigned to District B. And he didn't wait for the Zhengyang Sect disciple to say more, and immediately stepped forward.

The compass was floating in the air, and the cyan light emitted covered it from head to toe.

Zhang Shiping's complexion was a little bad. Under the blue light, he felt as if he was naked in public.

In less than a breath, the disciple of Zhengyangzong's qi refining period signaled Zhang Shiping to go to District A. As soon as he walked on his front foot, the old man stepped forward on his back foot and came into the blue light.

The disciple looked at the old man suspiciously, but seeing that the aura of the bronze compass hadn't turned red, he shook his head and let it go.

Seeing the old man successfully passed the test, Zhang Shiping in District A believed in his heart that this wrinkled monk who looked like sixty-nine was actually less than sixty years old.

Hearing this, the old man hastily bowed down to express his thanks, took two steps in three steps, and squeezed into the crowd in District C.

As more and more people were divided into the three districts, each district was densely packed with people. It wasn't long before the results of the primary election had already come.

Zhang Shiping knew that the next step was to start the ring competition.

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The Golden Core cultivator on the high platform yawned, and said impatiently to a few Foundation Establishment cultivators: You all look like this, it's a waste of time. This time the old man is right, let's do it in another way.

Chen Wenguang and the other five Foundation Establishment cultivators all had hesitant expressions on their faces. After all, the cultivators down there more or less have a few descendants of their own to take care of them. But now that Uncle Ma has spoken, what else can they say? As a veteran Jindan cultivator in the sect, it is natural for them to make the decision in the assessment of the disciples of the outer sect.

I don't know, uncle, what kind of method do you want to use for the assessment. An older foundation-builder monk asked.

Ma Hua got up and took a step forward, his body became more powerful, he stepped up in the air, and said loudly: Of course, whichever time is faster, that's the one.

And he stood in the air above the heads of the people who had passed the primary election, and his voice reached the ears of the people in the Ascension of Immortals, and he said:

Later, the old man will use different spiritual pressure to test you. No matter what method you use, as long as you can survive twenty breaths without collapsing, you will pass. I will give you three breaths to prepare!

As soon as Zhang Shiping heard the voice, it wasn't a group arena match, it was actually the Jindan Daoist who made the move. Immediately understood, if he can't pass this time, I'm afraid that Uncle Chen will also be embarrassed.

Without much thought, he immediately took out three Vajra Talismans from his bosom, activated them with mana, and immediately slapped himself on his body, and then pulled them around his waist. A pennant half the size of a palm appeared, and the aura transformed into a sudden change. several times larger.

In this way, he placed another layer of protective aura on the yellow light shield formed by the three vajra talismans.

Just after finishing this, Zhang Shiping felt a pressure from the air on his shoulders. Under this pressure, fortunately, the four defenses laid down offset most of it.

But even so, after ten breaths, he was already dripping with sweat. After the fifteenth breath, the mask formed by the low-grade Black Wind Flag dissipated abruptly, and the flag also turned into the size of a palm and fell to the ground.

Zhang Shiping didn't care to pick it up, but still gritted his teeth and struggled.

Among the hundreds of people in District A who were with him, the voices of oops came one after another.

Until the time of twenty breaths.

Ma Hua in mid-air restrained his spiritual pressure, looked at the monks standing on the ground, and said loudly: You guys have passed the test, clean up, and you will all be Zhengyangzong disciples from now on.

Zhang Shiping, who was on stage in District A, his face turned blue and pale, and it took a long time before he regained his strength. All the monks who survived near him are almost like this.

After recovering, he immediately bent down to put away the black wind flag on the ground, and the three vajra talismans had exhausted their spiritual power, and the talisman paper had also turned to ashes.

This Jindan cultivator controlled the spiritual pressure very well. The three districts A, B and C were separated by 20 meters, and the spiritual pressure felt by each district was also different.

Although the spiritual pressure is different, some casual cultivators who have just met the requirements do not have suitable exercises or magic weapons. Just relying on their own superficial cultivation, they are under the spiritual pressure of the golden core monks for less than five breaths. He fell to the ground and passed out. These people will naturally have disciples from the Zhengyang Sect to look after them.

In the hands of Uncle Ma, the assessment time for this three-year Ascension Fair was only a few dozen breaths, and the follow-up registration and other things did not take too much time.

After finishing these, he immediately jumped onto the back of the giant eagle, flew into the clouds, and disappeared.

The five Foundation Establishment cultivators on the high platform looked at each other in blank dismay, and at the same time breathed a sigh of relief.

As for Chen Wenguang, he watched Zhang Shiping pass the test from a distance, so he was relieved.

After all, an inner sect disciple who has just established his foundation doesn't have much face in front of Master Ma, a Golden Core cultivator.

Since the uncle's assessment has been completed, I will naturally obey the order and finish it as soon as possible, so I can go back to the mountain to practice. A younger foundation-building monk said first.

It's just that among the five people, there was a tall and thin middle-aged man with a troubled expression on his face. Looking at a fallen young man in the audience, he gritted his teeth and made Yu Feijian chase Jin Dan in the direction he left.

Senior Brother Lin... a Foundation Establishment cultivator spoke.

Don't worry about Junior Brother Lin. Junior Brother Chen is right, finish it early and go back to the mountain, my Qinghe is still waiting for me, I don't worry about my apprentice's hands and feet. The older Foundation Establishment cultivator Said with a wave.

After hearing this, the three of them laughed together.

Under the high platform, the disciples of Zhengyangzong's qi refining period registered the 234 people who had passed the test, and then informed them that they had something to deal with their own affairs first, and they would meet again after two hours.

Zhang Shiping naturally went back to the mansion, and Chen Wenguang also returned to the mansion, he called the heir of his friend to his yard, and told him many things that need to be paid attention to after getting started.

And when Zhang Shiping went out, he had an extra gray storage bag in his hand.

He squeezed it tightly. After all, he had practiced for many years without a storage bag, and he did not expect to get it like this.

It was worth three hundred spirit stones, and he had saved less than two hundred spirit stones over the years.

Back in his room, Zhang Shiping put all the things in the bag into the storage bag, of course including the black wind flag.

Outside, he only left a few talismans next to his body, just in case he needed them!

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Chapter 5 has been revised! !