Who let him join the Sword Sect!

Chapter 302 Lao Li is waiting for you

Zhang Ze, "Why don't I cultivate Nascent Soul? Because I'm not human?"

Mo Jingchun, "Not really."

Zhang Ze, "Why is that?"

Mo Jingchun, "Because you are different from normal people, you are too special."

Junior sister, "I understand, Senior Brother is not a normal person."

Zhang Ze, "..."

In response to Zhang Ze's question, Mo Jingchun asked him another question.

"Do you know why cultivators usually go into seclusion when they reach a new level?"

Zhang Ze originally wanted to say that the ancestral method cannot be changed, and not practicing in seclusion would be in vain.

But when he thought about it, he might get beaten if he said it out loud, so he immediately changed his words as soon as they were on the tip of his tongue.

"Because the cave is full of spiritual energy, and there are also the experiences left by the predecessors?"

Zhang Ze had been in seclusion before, when he was producing the golden elixir.

After transforming the retreat cave into a farmhouse, he lived there for a while. There were indeed many messages from predecessors engraved on the walls of the cave.

But this is not a matter of experience, but just a random carving of different sizes.

【An Hong, I love you】

[I’m so tired from seclusion, I want to eat chicken]

[Hello, future junior brothers and sisters, I am your senior brother]

And so on.

"You're overthinking it. There was indeed a period of time in the past when spiritual energy was thin, but now most places in the four continents are full of spiritual energy. And it's not like we're activating a flying boat or casting a spell, so why would we need to gather spiritual energy?" Mo Jingchun shook his head. "The reason is simple. It's just because the cave is quiet."

"Quiet?"

Zhang Ze recalled that it seemed that there were indeed many magic arrays set up in those caves where people went into seclusion to isolate themselves from the outside world.

"Yes, it's quiet." Mo Jingchun said.

"Remember what I just told you about the situation that most cultivators face when they break through to the Nascent Soul stage? Their five senses and spiritual awareness will become extremely sharp.

"Except for a few exceptionally gifted cultivators, this process is difficult for most people. They need a quiet and stable environment to adapt to the changes in themselves and transform their Golden Core into a Nascent Soul."

"But you're different." Mo Jingchun casually handed the melon on his table to his daughter and continued, "You don't need to adapt.

"To some extent, you have a very powerful soul, or an extremely firm heart of Tao."

Mo Jingchun took out three jade slips from his sleeve.

The first jade slip floated into the air, and the image of Zhang Ze stepping on the clouds and slaying the dragon was played out.

"When you were in Wolongze, you accepted the power of Zulong Xiang and gained the ability to temporarily fight against him. The price was just a few days of sleep.

"But if someone else came, they might die the moment Xiang's power entered their body."

The second jade slip floated up, and lines of text appeared in front of Zhang Ze, which was a record of the Xiantian Daotai incident that happened in Tianzong a while ago.

"That was a complete innate Dao fetus, not a fragment, nor an empty shell that had lost its power.

"It may be an opportunity for you, but for others, it may be a cup of poison."

"Remember that broken star disk? Half of it went crazy after fusing with the Xiantian Dao fetus, and it's still a little abnormal now."

Mo Jingchun frowned when he said this, then grabbed the little earth fairy that looked like a stone doll with his hand.

At this time, the little earth immortal, as a negative example, looked very funny.

He was wearing overalls and holding a small wooden bucket of oil paint in one hand and a brush in the other.

The little earth fairy was covered in oil paint, and judging from the timid look on his face, he had obviously made a mistake.

"Clean those things up for me before tomorrow morning. If you don't, I'll bury you alive in the sword tomb."

After saying that, she threw the little broken thing back.

Zhang Ze was curious, "What did it do? Why is the punishment so severe?"

Mo Jingchun, "Isn't there a big statue of you in Qianji Town Square? It was just drawing a turtle on your face."

Zhang Ze, “.”

There are generally two ways of punishment in the Sword Sect: deducting money and being buried alive in a sword tomb.

Considering that this little bastard has no money at all and has been eating for free in the Sword Sect, it seems that the only punishment he can have is to be buried alive in a sword tomb.

"Where are the security guards in Qianji Town? I, I mean, where are the Four Famous Constables?" asked the junior sister who was eating melon.

Mo Jingchun glanced over there. "Wuqing is lame and recuperating at home. As for the other three, they're cheering on the side with others. Oh, Lily's there too."

My mother-in-law mentioned it again very considerately.

Zhang Ze, “.”

Okay, stop talking. It’s impolite to say more.

Zhang Ze decided to quickly skip this embarrassing topic, in case he heard something weird and had the idea of ​​burying Lily alive in the sword tomb.

As a smart child, he quickly understood what his mother-in-law meant.

Zhang Ze looked at the third jade slip, which recorded some secrets of the Qinghe meeting.

"You mean, because of my own special reasons, the opportunities I have received have actually far exceeded the limits that ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators can bear.

“So, breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage won’t solve my problem.

"In other words, my current strength cannot keep up with my realm?"

Zhang Ze’s summary was very accurate, and that was why Old Tang chose Zhang Ze as the person to break the deadlock.

Firstly, Old Tang felt that Zhang Ze would make the right choice, and secondly, Zhang Ze had the ability to bear the luck and strength.

Before, letting Zhang Ze try to completely refine the Xiantian Dao Pill was both a reward and a test.

If Zhang Ze fails, then Old Tang and the others will choose other options.

At that time, if a normal cultivator with only a golden elixir in his stomach came here, let alone bear all that luck.

After connecting with the earth veins and entering the state of knowing the world, his soul was probably lost.

Afterwards, Zhang Ze was able to withstand the power of the five sects' magical instruments, and it was because of this.

Just thinking about it, one can see how evil the Human Emperor Flag is.

Zhang Ze's heart as strong as steel and his extraordinary resistance were almost no match for the whisper of the broken flagpole.

Fortunately, the flagpole has been broken and sealed, and the threat is temporarily gone.
After being distracted for a while, Zhang Ze opened his mouth.

"So, what should I do? Just merge with the Dao in one step?"

Upon hearing this, Mo Jingchun paused his tea drinking hand, then put the teacup on the low table and sighed.

"You're such a bold kid, but I don't recommend it. Firstly, your strength isn't up to par, so I won't be able to teach you. Secondly, it won't be of any use to you.

"When you first came to the main pavilion, you told the captain that you wanted to forge your own path. And now, you have already embarked on that path, and there is no turning back.

"You're on a unique path. A large part of your problems comes from your uniqueness.

"So, ordinary cultivation methods can't help you."

"That's how cultivating immortality works. Either you die, or you continue down this path until the end. People standing on other paths can't point you in the right direction."

Mo Jingchun's tone was calm.

Zhang Ze sighed. In the end, he still had to figure out a solution himself. However, after this long talk, he also had some ideas and thoughts.

Just as he was about to get up and say goodbye, his mother-in-law called him back.

"Come back, I didn't say I can't help you. We can't show you the way, but we can still help you block the wind.

"I've told you so much just to help you make up for your mistakes. It's your master's fault for not teaching you anything.

"As for the solution, it has always been within you."

"On me?" Zhang Ze lowered his head and looked around.

"Didn't the old Sect Master Li give you the scroll of the Soul Fusion Technique? Using that can relieve your symptoms." Mo Jingchun said.

Zhang Ze touched the treasure bag and took out the scroll.

Mo Jingchun waved his hand, "Don't show it to me. Go visit the old Sect Master Li in person tomorrow. This is someone else's stuff."

"Then the disciple resigned."

"Well, let's go back and rest."

However, when Zhang Ze walked to the door, he was called back by his mother-in-law.

"Oh, there's one more thing. It's my personal suggestion."

"Please speak."

"After the Qinghe Society incident is resolved, we'll go check out the Yao and Man tribes. We might find something new."

"Disciple remembers it."

On the way down the mountain, Zhang Ze's mind was a bit confused due to the overwhelming amount of information he took in. To calm himself down, he began to imagine himself as an emotionless cultivation machine, and from now on, his life would only be about cultivation.

Never laugh again.

However, before he could get into the mood, the junior sister caught up with him from behind, hugged Zhang Ze's arm, raised her legs, and kissed Zhang Ze.

"Honeydew melon kiss, does it smell good?"

Zhang Ze touched his face and felt that the character of an emotionless cultivation machine was not suitable for him.

He hugged his junior sister.

"I can't smell it. Let me taste it again."

"Well."

After a long time, the little sister's face flushed red, and she gently rested on Zhang Ze's chest. After a long pause, she suddenly felt something was wrong and asked, "Did we forget something?"

Zhang Ze, "Probably, but since you can't remember it, it means it's not important. Let's go home."

"it is good."

Go up the mountain, into the small courtyard.

A'li, who was sleeping soundly, sat up from the futon. He looked at the empty courtyard and the bright starry sky above his head, feeling a little confused.

where is this?
How did I get here?

With his brain rusted by sleepiness and refusing to think, A'li climbed onto the low table by instinct, touched two large pears and stuffed them into his mouth.

Then he tilted his head back, chewed and fell asleep again.

The next day.

Zhang Ze, who had not slept all night, rubbed his ears, pushed the door and walked out of the courtyard. When he reached the Qianji Pavilion cafeteria, he stopped.

Looking at the lively scene in front of him, he was a little confused.

Where do all these people in our Qianji Pavilion come from?

There are quite a few people in Qianji Pavilion, but because the Qianji monks are obsessed with research and development and are active at night and dormant during the day, it is very difficult to gather so many people in broad daylight.

At this time, the yard in front of the cafeteria was in a mess and filled with the smell of alcohol.

This group of people had obviously been partying here all night. Some of them had been drunk and fell under the table, and were snoring loudly.

Most of these people are strangers, but there are also some familiar faces.

For example, the Taoist Master Baixi who brought his apprentice to Qianji Pavilion.

At this time, he was sitting cross-legged on the table, with half of his face changed. If it weren't for his chest rising and falling and his thunderous snoring, one would have thought that he had passed away.

The old man from the weapon-making family, Mr. Song, who he had met once, was also there, but he was still sober and was taking care of several young people from his clan.

There are also Zhuge Ye and the others. Half of the second-generation immortals who got to know Zhang Ze because of Old Tang and the little junior sister are also here.

Their styles were much more elegant, at least they didn't take off their clothes.

Zhang Ze wanted to find someone sober to ask what happened, but he just took a step when he was tripped by something.

Looking down, I saw Old Tang holding a jar of wine and drinking under the table.

"Master Dao, wake up! Master Dao, wake up!"

After helping Old Tang into the house and sobering him up, Zhang Zecai asked, "What are you doing?"

Old Tang had a ruddy complexion, holding a teacup in his hand, his body swaying, and his eyes confused.

"Help us recruit people for Qianji Pavilion." Old Tang said.

"Recruiting people?" Zhang Ze didn't quite understand.

Moreover, if we are recruiting people, we should recruit talented children. There is no point in taking ready-made ones from other people's homes.

Old Tang looked at Zhang Ze and suddenly asked, "Your Thousand Machine Heart Technique will soon be able to deduce the Nascent Soul stage, right?"

"It will take some time. You mean, let them?" Zhang Ze suddenly realized.

"That's right." Old Tang nodded.

After hearing Old Tang's expected answer, Zhang Ze hesitated.

The mental method is something that is created for people to use, and it needs to have a certain degree of universality and stability.

After the Qianji Heart Method broke through to the Golden Core stage, it was promoted on a small scale within the Qianji Pavilion.

The effect is quite good, with only some minor problems that are almost negligible.

When the Qianji Heart Method is deduced to the Nascent Soul stage, someone will also be needed to practice it.
This would have been nothing, but after Zhang Ze understood his own uniqueness, he became hesitant.

His soul and heart are as strong as steel, but others may not be so. He is afraid that if
Old Tang noticed Zhang Ze's hesitation and waved his hand. "Master Dao, I will teach you a few things today."

"You speak." Zhang Ze said.

"First, don't underestimate everyone. Second, everyone has their own aspirations."

Old Tang made the number three with his fingers, but after saying two things he stopped talking.

"The third thing?" Zhang Ze reminded gently.

"What's the third thing? Aren't there only two things? I'll teach you the first one..."

Zhang Ze looked at Old Tang who was pointing three with his fingers and decided not to bother with the drunkard.

"Everyone has their own aspirations, and everyone has their own ideas to pursue."

"Master Baixi probably just wants to curry favor with someone. Mr. Song has his own ideas. He wants to verify some of his speculations through the Qianji Pavilion. Zhuge Ye may just find you interesting. Everyone else has different opinions, but..."

After taking a sip of tea to moisten his throat, Old Tang continued, "But this is their own choice. Regardless of the reason, they chose to follow you and me on this Thousand Machines Path.

"This is their own will and their own choice. No one forced them."

"The third point." Old Tang pointed to number two with his finger.

Zhang Ze wanted to remind him, but he just kept his mouth shut and let him go.

"Don't underestimate the world. You should know that you are not the only one in the world interested in the realm above the Mahayana...

“Young people are full of ambition and desire to climb high and reach for the stars.

"Except for that Taoist priest, who among them isn't a genius? Who isn't a leader among the younger generation? Do you think they don't have ambitions? No, they do. They have ambitions and aspirations. They also want to go to heaven and see it!"

Old Tang threw the teacup on the table and let out a breath.

After a long pause, just when Zhang Ze was about to express his gratitude, Old Tang raised another finger and said, "The third thing..."

Zhang Ze, "..."

Old Tang stood up and patted Zhang Ze on the shoulder, then took out a Thousand Machine Talisman from his arms.

"This Thousand Machine Talisman Formation can generate a myriad of methods, just like the Thousand Machine Heart Method you created, both are good things.

“The Way of the Thousand Machines is not to reject all schools of thought and respect only one, but to embrace everything and be ever-changing.

"Such a good thing cannot be hidden. It is not only a new path, but also a bond that can unite our six sects.

"Our six sects have been drifting apart for a long time. This is due to the Hundred Demons Sect as well as our own reasons.

"If we go too far, we won't be able to communicate. If we go even further, there will be a gap. Now that the Hundred Demons Sect has died, we leaders have discussed it and made a decision.

"In your words, it's an investment. All six of us sects are going to invest in your Qianji Pavilion. We want to see you and how far this Qianji Way can go.

“For you, and for our six sects.

“So those kids will be okay because we’re watching.

"Just walk ahead without worry."

After Old Tang finished speaking, he raised the teapot, drank it all, then shook his sleeves and walked away humming a little tune.

"Go to Linglu Valley. Lao Li will be waiting for you there."

……

There was indeed an Old Li waiting for him.

But this Old Li is not that Old Li.

After Li Guanqi heard the bad news from the smiling Wang Pangzi this morning, he went straight to find his good apprentice.

But because they arrived a step too late, they didn't find any trace of that little bastard Zhang Ze.

After searching for a long time, he had no choice but to return to the small courtyard where Zhang Ze lived and wait for the opportunity.

He sat in the yard, holding a whetstone, sharpening his black iron rod again and again.

He decided it was time to fulfill his duties as a mentor.

One hundred and thirty years, how many hundred and thirty years can we have in a lifetime...

……

Linglu Valley.

Zhang Ze looked at Li Yueqi, who was sitting in the pavilion eating sunflower seeds, and asked, "Where's your grandfather?"

"That's not true."

(End of this chapter)