Beauty helps me achieve immortality

Chapter 158 Drinking from a Green Cup and Embracing the Wind

There are no years in practice, and no years pass by when you close your eyes.

A monk's meditation or retreat is like the changing of seasons in the mortal world.

Three years passed in a flash.

When I closed my eyes again, it was already the year of Wushen.

Outside Lanxian Town, clear canals wind around and around like snakes crawling through the mountains.

New terraces were opened up by the townspeople, among which was an inconspicuous little mound.

The old man leaned against the grave, tremblingly took out the tinderbox, and lit the old pipe that had accompanied him for decades.

"Cough cough!"

Occasionally, a town dweller busy with farming would pass by and would simply look at him and nod as a greeting.

Someone laughed.

someone shouted.

"Uncle Wang, did you just come back from the county?"

Wang Deren couldn't hear what the man was saying, but he just smiled and shouted, "Okay! I'll be back soon!"

Grain in Ear is approaching, which is the busy farming season.

The old women and girls coming and going carried pickaxes and shovels on their backs and passed by the graves.

The old man just watched with a smile, as if recalling the past.

He has no land and no children...

Forty years ago, Fengjiayu was attacked by bandits and the villagers were displaced.

That year, Wang Deren lost both his parents and walked out of the mountains alone.

His father was a doctor, so he was also a doctor.

He's just a homeless...itinerant doctor.

When he was 28 years old, he came to this village in the south of Lin'an County. At that time, it was not called Lanxian Town.

There was a very fair girl in the village, ten years younger than him.

She said she wanted to travel with him and see the outside world.

Later, Wang Deren got a wife, but he did not fulfill his original promise.

Because the world outside...is not as chivalrous as my wife imagined.

Twenty years later, the young and strong people in the village suggested changing the name of this place.

It’s called Lanxian Town.

Most young people agree, and when the philanthropists ask the older generation for their opinions...

Wang Deren convinced many people that this was a good idea.

Huang Xuejiu went from house to house and finally made this happen. He submitted the name of Lanxian Town and the villagers' petition to the county.

Because... everyone knows that Wang Deren's wife has contracted malaria and will not live long.

That year, Wang Deren and his wife, who lived in the north of the town, moved to the south of the town.

It is in front of the small road leading to Lin'an County. In this way... if the immortal master of Huanyu Pavilion comes, he can be invited home as soon as possible.

He had also been to other villages and towns, but he would be driven out before he could see the Immortal Master... because the amount of medicinal food that the Immortal Master distributed every year was limited.

Every day Wang Deren would stand on the bluestone at the door of his house, looking at the narrow path.

Two years later.

Blind Qiu said he wanted to bury his wife in the north of the town, but Wang Deren chose the south.

If you're too far from home... that's not good.

Spring brings life, winter hides, and countless years have passed.

Three years ago, he leaned against the bluestone at the door of his house and waited for the person he was waiting for.

But his wife has long been buried in the ground...

"Cough cough!"

Wang Deren placed his pipe on the grave and took off the bag he was carrying.

There were many messy medicinal herbs in it. He picked and chose and took out five herbs that he had never seen before.

He didn't buy it, but it appeared in his medicine cabinet at some point.

Having been a doctor for half his life, he can clearly distinguish between medicine and herbs.

Although I was a little deaf, I could still smell the strange medicinal fragrance on the woman...

Gu Qinghuan.

Their whole family are immortal masters.

Wang Deren widened his cloudy eyes, picked and chose among the five herbs, and chose one of the flower buds that had already dried up.

The wrinkles on his old face came together in a smile.

His dry hands reached into the soil and dug out a hole of moderate size.

The buds of the red peony were buried on his wife's grave.

Lanxian Town finally found the immortal master... but it was a little too late.

The old man stood up tremblingly, left his bag of herbs at the grave, and walked towards the town with the remaining four herbs in his hand.

Two sticks of incense later, Wang Deren staggered to the door of his home.

He slowly squatted down beside the bluestone, took out the tinderbox and fumbled around, only to find that his pipe had been left somewhere...

·

A lot has happened in Lanxian Town in the past three years.

Huang Xuejiu's nephew, Huang Tiexin...became an innate warrior.

He married a beautiful wife in the county, and they went to Shangchu Town to settle down together.

Qin Lian's father died.

Because of his difficulty walking, he fell into a ditch and drowned during the busy farming season.

But fortunately... the old woman met her son-in-law before she passed away.

Qin Lian left Lanxian Town and married a traveling merchant.

On the day of their wedding, Shuyue and Qinghuan went to the county for a banquet.

Blind Qiu from the town moved into the big house.

The county lord was very satisfied with the house he chose and rewarded him with a lot of silver.

The adults from the county also came.

Invite Huang Xuejiu to Lin'an to teach...and even the half-grown children in the village can follow him.

Several people went out early and came back late every day. The total mountain road was ten miles, but it was not difficult to walk.

Time changes and things in the world are unpredictable.

Some people are happy that someone is worried.

And in the lonely house in the north of the town, everything remained the same.

With the help of the miraculous fruit brought out by Danta of Zizhu Tower, and a drop of blood from Senior Xueyi... Gu Qinghuan has already been promoted to the seventh level of Qi Refining.

Although her spiritual consciousness was somewhat weak, she had the nerve refining techniques to study, so it was only a matter of time before she could reach the foundation.

Wang Shuyue has also sensed the threshold of Yuzhen Pass and will soon break through to the sixth level of Qi Refining.

A gentle breeze blows on the eaves.

Although it is summer, it is the rainy season these days and it is still cool.

My aunt's round and slender legs were close together. The nail polish on her snow-white feet had long faded, the side curve was beautiful, and her toes were as smooth as white jade.

Occasionally, blue veins are slightly visible at the ankles, adding a touch of astringency.

Her beautiful eyes fluttered slightly as she looked at the man beside her: "The blood-stained robe will be auctioned in two days, we have to go there."

Zhao Qing nodded slightly without saying anything.

He looked inward at his own body and saw that a Dao foundation of more than nine inches in size had already been filled and completed, emitting condensed spiritual energy fluctuations.

The spiritual energy in Dantian was still being infused in strands... but it had no effect on it.

The effect of the Dao Foundation Pill has expired. Now all you need to do is activate the Dao Foundation and allow the spiritual power to flow through the meridians throughout your body, and you will have entered the realm of foundation building.

But he chose not to do so...

Instead, he kept a trick up his sleeve and continued to use the spiritual energy in his dantian to nourish his meridians, keeping his cultivation level at the stage before building his foundation.

It is impossible for an ordinary cultivator to do this.

Especially for cultivators who have taken foundation-building pills, they can use the power of the medicine to promote the condensation of their Tao foundation and directly enter the foundation-building realm.

If one can build the foundation in a hundred days, and has great fortune, the foundation of the Tao can be more than two inches... then one can decide for himself whether to break through.

But cultivators like Zhao Qing who have taken a hundred top-grade Dao Foundation Pills are rare.

He maintained this state when preparing for the test. If it was difficult... he could also mobilize the spiritual power in his Taoist foundation to fight the enemy.

Although this will damage the foundation and reduce the solidity of the foundation...but it is more stable.

Even if his spiritual energy was consumed too much in the end and his Dao foundation was reduced to eight inches, that was equivalent to eight hundred days of foundation building... not bad.

At least in this way, he can have a 90% chance of being promoted to a Blood-Cloaked Disciple.

After all, if you are at the Qi Refining stage and want to find someone as perverted as you... you can't say there isn't one.

There shouldn't be many in the Chu State.

At this moment, Zhao Qing whispered: "I have to go to Changshengfang tomorrow."

"Will you stay in this town, or settle down in Shangchu Town first?"

Wang Shuyue and Qinghuan looked at each other and were prepared.

She laughed crisply and said, "After my husband is promoted to the Blood Robe garrison, he can come back to pick us up."

"Mrs. Bu is dazzled. There are still some clothes that have not been sewn. Let's go over and help."

Zhao Qing smiled and nodded.

He was thinking that if he could become a disciple of the Blood Robe Sect, he would move his whole family to Changshengfang.

By the way, I'll leave some books on elixirs in the town... It will be a way of repaying everyone's care.

At this moment, his eyebrows moved slightly.

The spiritual consciousness was transmitted, and my aunt's spiritual consciousness also came out from the Niwan Palace and entangled with it.

Share the situation outside the hospital.

A panel appeared before my eyes...

【Zhou Xiaoyi】

Intimacy

[Top-grade Spiritual Root Bonus: 10]

[Spiritual Interaction Bonus: 20]

[Water Spiritual Root Qualification: 40]

[Water Spirit Root: Top Grade (/)]

[Mu Ling Root: Top Grade (/)]

[Fire Spiritual Root: Top Grade (/)]

Now, among his spiritual roots, water, fire and wood are all top-grade spiritual roots, and only gold and earth spiritual roots are still of low grade.

But even so, Zhao Qing, who possesses three top-grade spiritual roots, absorbs spiritual energy at a speed that is no less than that of his aunt.

Even the spiritual energy in the spirit stone can be forcibly absorbed.

The two people's consciousnesses were entangled and connected, and the situation in the town came into their minds.

Wang Deren took trembling steps, holding four herbs tightly in his hands... and was walking slowly towards him.

In his mind, Si He said faintly: "He has run out of energy and has no more life left."

Zhao Qing responded silently in his heart, and then carefully sensed the old man's condition.

After a stick of incense, Wang Deren walked to the front door of his house and left the four herbs on the ground.

Then he turned around and walked away along the clear canal tremblingly.

Gu Qinghuan's eyes moved slightly, and she said softly, "Master, Qinghuan left that at his house last year."

My aunt sighed slightly.

"Mr. Wang is leaving."

Zhao Qing nodded. Wang Deren did not eat the herbs given by Qinghuan. Otherwise, if his qi and blood were sufficient, he might have lived for another year or two.

After all, it is a mortal body, and there is still room for the development of qi and blood. The lifespan is not as difficult to extend as that of a cultivator.

He thought for a moment and said to himself, "When we first arrived in town, it was Old Wang who came to greet us... I'll go see him off."

·

Half an hour later.

The sun sets in the west and the sky is filled with red clouds.

Wang Deren leaned alone on the bluestone at the door of his house, holding the tinderbox in his withered and wrinkled hands, staring blankly outside Lanxian Town.

A man's figure appeared in sight...

It's him.

The scene before my eyes was a little blurry, but it was exactly the same as the evening three years ago.

Zhao Qing walked slowly forward and sat down on the ground.

He handed over his pipe.

Wang Deren's eyes slowly lit up, and he took the pipe and lit it with trembling hands.

Then he took a deep breath of smoke and began to cough rapidly.

The old man laughed hoarsely: "You have this too..."

Zhao Qing smiled bitterly and nodded.

The first time he killed someone, he was terrified and kept looking for a cigarette to smoke.

But he didn't have it at that time.

Later, he met Pei Jin in Zidan Pavilion. He was so happy that he ran to Beifang to buy a pipe and some tobacco leaves.

When I feel troubled, I take it out and take a couple of puffs.

However, he hasn't smoked for a long time since he arrived in Lanxian Town.

"cough!"

Wang Deren looked at the young man in front of him with a dull gaze.

He looked like this three years ago, and it hasn't changed at all.

Is this the Immortal Master...

He laughed tremblingly and said, "I've been to Shangchu Town, and none of the immortal masters there are as handsome as you."

Zhao Qing smiled bitterly.

"Thank you for the compliment, uncle."

Wang Deren sighed lightly and then puffed out a cloud of smoke.

"Am I going to die?"

Zhao Qing shook his head slightly and smiled, "No."

"We are leaving. This trip is to say goodbye."

He took out a pot of spiritual wine and two green cups from his storage ring.

If Mr. Wang could absorb some medicinal power and spiritual energy, he might be able to hold on for another half a month.

Zhao Qing thought about it and poured spiritual wine into two green cups.

The old man stared at the wine cup in front of him, laughed bitterly and shouted: "What do you want to do with Lao Huang? He's teaching in the county... He won't be back until dark!"

Zhao Qing was slightly stunned.

Wang Deren probably couldn't hear clearly.

He smiled helplessly and responded, "I plan to visit Uncle Huang before leaving."

"what……"

"No need to save me, I'm a doctor."

The old man's eyes were somewhat unfocused, and his face was covered with wrinkles.

He cried out, "I know I'm going to die."

"More than 20 years ago, I knew she was going to die, but I couldn't do anything."

"Cough cough!"

Wang Deren raised his arm tremblingly and grasped the green lamp in front of him.

Zhao Qing sensed the old man's condition and reluctantly raised his wine cup to signal him, sighing softly, "If only our time and space could be staggered by thirty years..."

"All right?"

The old man's hand holding the wine cup couldn't stop shaking, as if he didn't even have the strength to drink.

He leaned against the bluestone and coughed again.

"Okay...Okay."

"You are all very good. Qinghuan is very good, Shuyue is also very good, and that Miss Zhou is also very good."

Wang Deren stared intently, his laughter piercing his heart: "It's the heaven that's at fault! Huh? Hahahaha... cough!"

He tremblingly placed the green cup to his dry lips, not realizing that all the wine in it had already spilled.

The old man tilted his neck back and drank the full cup of breeze.

Then he pressed the wine cup heavily on the ground, leaned forward and said with a smile: "Good wine!"

"The wine is good...but it's God who's bad..."

Zhao Qing had a complicated expression as the old man in front of him gradually lost all signs of life.

His eyes were completely unfocused...but they were still looking towards the outside of Lanxian Town.

……

In Lanxian Town, Wang Deren has been leaning against this huge bluestone for twenty-five years.

The past two years have been spent welcoming the passing immortals.

For the next twenty-three years, all we welcomed was a breeze blowing from outside the town...