"Whether we can fly or not is another matter."
"Well... let's discuss who will deliver this elixir to Changqing."
Wang Zhonglou could see that Song Zhiming felt sorry for his junior brother deep down.
Hence this question.
"I have a lot of bones, and I have to travel thousands of miles to find that kid."
"I won't do it. Find someone else."
Song Zhiming turned his head away and ignored Wang Chonglou.
"Harm, senior brother knows that you have resentment in your heart, junior brother. Who among the brothers doesn't want to live up to him?"
"I will definitely send a young junior with strong legs this time."
"It's just that someone has to go meet Changqing on behalf of our brothers and tell them a few words about the taboos of returning to immortality."
Wang Chonglou had a smile on his face and was good at tempting.
"Ahem, that's true."
"Changqing is always young and not very experienced in Taoism. He doesn't understand the power of immortality mentioned in this sect."
"It would be troublesome if he accidentally lost his soul."
"Forget it, let's go in person."
Song Zhiming got off the donkey and agreed directly.
Say it.
Song Zhiming directly grabbed the Jade Pill from Wang Zhonglou without even asking him to leave.
He put the bag into his arms, flicked the dust in his hand, and rushed out the door.
"Wait a minute, junior brother, bring the jade axe!"
Wang Zhonglou wanted to laugh a little when he saw Song Zhiming's unpretentious eagerness.
But I still didn’t forget to give my instructions.
Then he saw the great master who could take three or four steps farther than an ordinary person in one step.
He had already reached the mountainside and just replied, "I know, I know."
Song Zhiming, the great master of Wudang Mountain, took Li Yuaxe, the future headmaster of Wudang, down the mountain and into Liyang!
…
Huishan.
The Xuanyuan tribe.
Xuanyuan Dapan is no longer in the future.
The luxurious mansion originally owned by Xuanyuan clan fell into the hands of Wu Changqing.
At this moment, in the huge mansion.
Empty.
There was only a white blurry figure sitting cross-legged by the lake in the courtyard.
The scene looked very strange.
Wu Changqing used the Wudang Dream Spring and Autumn Method to forcibly shape his soul and consolidate the embodiment of his soul in the human world over and over again.
In fact, the so-called immortals in this world are, in the eyes of ordinary people, unattainable enlightened people.
It seems that you can really extend your life span, and you can control life and death in the world with the wave of your hand.
And in the eyes of these cultivators.
Immortal.
It's just another level above the first-level level.
The future world.
There will be more masters in the realm of land gods, and land gods are stronger than land gods.
These masters are the immortals in the world.
He is the truly invincible strong man in the world.
Regardless of whether they are warriors, martial arts, or people from the three religions, they will become immortals.
They are all similar to the worldly scholars from poor families trying to gain fame.
Thousands of people cross the single-plank bridge.
Being named on the gold list means complete merit.
To win an official position is to be among the immortals.
It's just that in the process of becoming an immortal, there is a process of transformation.
Taoism calls it becoming an ascension, and Buddhism calls it becoming a Buddha.
The human body will transform into the immortal body.
And this so-called innocent body.
Wu Changqing has had it since he entered the immortal path.
With a steady stream of energy and a physical body that cannot be easily injured, it does not matter even if it is seriously fatally injured by a mortal.
"So-called immortals are just like that."
Wu Changqing suddenly said.
It felt like he had already experienced the feeling of becoming that kind of immortal.
But err.
"Forget it, let's not shape the body. The body is a drag and a prison for the soul."
"It would be more straightforward to directly use your soul to become a saint and achieve the status of a saint."
"The Buddhist saint is the Buddha, the Taoist saint is the Taoist king, and the Confucian saint is the Confucian saint."
"If I only become a saint, I will be a waste of natural resources and dishonor my own way of doing things in the world."
"Then first become a Taoist master, then become a Confucian saint, and finally find an old monk to seek the Buddha's path."
Wu Changqing slowly opened his eyes.
His vague figure in white gradually became concrete.
Become no different from ordinary people.
He stood up and moved around, looking at the calm lake in front of him, and suddenly thought of another question.
"How should I explain my current foundation-building method?"
"During the Qi refining period, I comprehended the Qing Emperor Immortality Technique and forged an extremely solid foundation for Qi refining and the tenth level of realm."
"Now that I have achieved foundation building, I feel a little confused."
Wu Changqing frowned slightly.
If you are in the Qi refining period and still have the ninth level of martial arts, you can refer to it for understanding.
But after building the foundation, we can only use celestial phenomena, land gods and even land gods as reference.
or……
Just establish the three realms directly.
Tsk, it doesn’t seem to work either. There are ten levels of Qi refining that can be followed step by step.
However, one leap to foundation building is an unattainable level. Each level is too general, and it is a bit blind to touch the elephant, so it is difficult to achieve.
Weird.
Wu Changqing paced back and forth in the courtyard, his thoughts were confused and he couldn't find a breakthrough.
Although he possesses absolutely heaven-defying understanding.
But the basis of understanding is also to be logical, not imaginative.
"Evergreen?"
Right now.
The courtyard door was carefully opened from the outside.
A sneaky head poked out from the crack in the door.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng.
"What's wrong?"
Wu Changqing turned around and asked curiously.
"I think you should see this."
Seeing that Wu Changqing stopped practicing, Xuanyuan Qingfeng breathed a sigh of relief and walked quickly to Wu Changqing.
Handed him a secret letter.
When Wu Changqing got hold of this secret letter, a gloomy atmosphere suddenly lingered in his heart.
It was as if he could already feel the cause and effect that was being caused by him in this world.
He opened the secret message directly and read it briefly.
"New Year's Eve?"
"Still being surrounded by people from the imperial court by the Guangling Waterway, three hundred miles east of Xiangfan City?"
Wu Changqing raised his eyebrows slightly.
Just close your eyes and feel the obscure heavenly secrets floating between heaven and earth.
"I'll be back as soon as I go."
After Wu Changqing left such a sentence.
The figure disappeared directly from the spot.
…
Xiangfan City is thousands of miles away from Huishan.
Today, batches of hundreds of troops were sent out one after another.
Zhao Heng, the king of Jing'an, personally took charge of Xiangfan City and organized a large army to encircle and suppress the gangsters from Beiliang.
In the past few days, Xu Ang has sent more than 800 cavalry troops one after another to rebel against the city.
Very few of the cavalry were likely to return to the city.
This was like a meat bun beating a dog, which made King Jing'an angry.
I wish I could directly contact the King of Guangling, Zhao Yi, and dispatch the Guangling navy together to wipe out the extremely difficult remnants of Beiliang in one fell swoop by the Guangling River.
East of Xiangfan City.
Close to Guangling Waterway.
A group of cavalrymen, all seriously injured, were recuperating by the waterway.
The original cavalry army of a hundred people when they came out of Liang now only has a dozen or so people left.
This was still one enemy with many enemies. After seven or eight cavalry battles, the remaining Beiliang cavalry army was wiped out and more than 700 Xiangfan City cavalry troops were killed.
Everyone knows that the Northern Liang cavalry is the best in the world.
Living up to its reputation.
