"Is General Fang Jin still there?"
Chang Siguo used his magic power to lead the slightly cautious middle-aged man into the air and asked.
Fang Jin had taken good care of him in Sihuang City back then. He once asked Wu Mo to go to Nanping Kingdom. In addition to bringing Yi Shangyan, Qingya, and An Xuelun up the mountain, he also brought General Fang Jin, Shan Liwen, Song Mu, Mo Xing, Teacher Fan and others each prepared a gift, including mountain elixirs that were beneficial to cultivators.
"Xuanzu passed away twelve years ago. He lived to be one hundred and sixty-eight years old, the longest among his peers."
Fang Polu respectfully replied that the normal lifespan of a Crystal Bone Realm cultivator is around one hundred and twenty.
His ancestor Xuan had created a miracle.
Watching the city houses below become smaller, Fang Polu felt very strange as he was slowly flown over the flattened Pothief Army camp to the east outside the city, and continued flying to the remaining fields in the east. Where to take him?
Grandfather Xuan regretted that he did not shamelessly ask for a chance to go up the mountain.
He often told him about Mr. Chang's character of hating evil as much as hatred.
In Sihuang City, there is still a legend that Mr. Chang used a bow and arrow to kill bandits in front of the battle array, so that the enemy dared not enter. He bravely broke into the bandit's nest alone, wiped out the Qiancuifeng bandits, and killed more than ten cultivators of the same level in Beifengfu City. To avenge the brothers in the border army and scold the city lord and the general as if they were entering an uninhabited land, to rush out without changing their composure when faced with the interception of hundreds of thousands of troops from the Bei'an Army, to go back and forth in Bailangpo, etc. There are grand and intense stories.
Deep loyalty, a promise worth a thousand dollars!
Chang Siguo and Fang Polu slowly circled in the air and landed in an area of tombs that had been trampled countless times by horse hooves. He could only roughly estimate the burial ground of Father Hei based on his impressions. He leaned over and pulled it with his hands. Remove the remaining weeds and murmur:
"Dad, I'm here to see you. I haven't been back for more than a hundred years. I traveled hundreds of thousands of miles and traveled to many places. I just came back a while ago. Why don't I go out of my way to toast you? coming."
Fang Polu wanted to step forward to help, but Chang Siguo waved his hand to stop him, so he stood by the side with his hands tied.
Xuanzu of his family mentioned twice that Mr. Chang had a very important relative whose bones were buried near Sihuang City.
"...Dad, Heiwa didn't let you live a comfortable life for a day. He can't visit you often. I can only build you a cemetery that won't be disturbed. Think of it as Heiwa's filial piety."
Chang Siguo was chattering away, talking about some commonplace things.
It took a lot of time to clean up a five-foot-large area of weeds nearby. I held the soil with both hands and piled a huge grave shape in the middle. I also piled a platform beside the grave and patted it firmly with my hands.
The Beirong tribe who retreated far away saw that the two men flew out of the city and landed here without knowing what they were doing. They sent sentry cavalry to check from a distance and did not dare to get too close.
At the top of Sihuang City, a group of generals and cultivators had eyesight far beyond that of ordinary people. They could see clearly from their high position.
They all speculated about the profound meaning of the gentleman who took the Lord City Lord out of the city and piled graves in the old cemetery area.
After finishing the work at hand, Chang Siguo stood in front of the Zhengdong Tomb and looked at it for a moment. He felt that something was wrong. He searched through the space for a while and found a piece of lapis lazuli of the right size. The tall stone was arranged into a flat green-black tombstone, tall and grand, with two lines of words carved with your fingers:
The tomb of my adoptive father Hei Gong Lao Turtle is often thought of and erected with respect.
He planted restrictions around the erected tombstone and on the cemetery platform, and shot three spiritual beads into the lapis lazuli tombstone, so that the divine energy restriction he set could last for two to three hundred years. If he stayed there too long, this place would become If a monument is lost, it will not be easily destroyed by future generations.
After doing all this, Chang Siguo kowtowed to the tombstone three times, stood up, took out a wine jar and three wine bowls, and waved to Fang Polu to come over and drink a few bowls with him.
Dad Hei likes to drink in his life, but it is difficult to drink wine, let alone good wine.
Fang Polu rushed to pour the wine, but Chang Siguo stopped him and said: "You are accompanying the guests, how can you ask the guests to pour the wine? Let the three of us have a drink. Dad used to be a lively person, and he only I’ve drank turbid wine several times and I can’t forget the taste of it.”
While talking, he poured three bowls of wine, picked up the middle bowl first, and poured it in a semi-arc shape in front of the cemetery.
The wine splashed onto the mud floor, flying like pearls and jade.
"Old man, please have a drink. This wine is more than a hundred years old. Try it. It tastes good!"
After pouring out a bowl of wine, he filled up the wine bowl, put it on the ground, and said, "Drink slowly, no one will compete with you."
He handed another bowl to Fang Polu. He took his huge stone bowl and gestured to Fang Polu, who was holding the bowl in both hands. He sat down against the tombstone and touched the stone bowl in front of the cemetery. He took the wine bowl and said: "Drink and drink, old man, please take it easy. I will come back to stay with you for a few days. I will serve you with good wine and meat every day." Patting the dirt, the other party said: "Sit down. Don’t mind the dirt on the dirt floor, come on, have a drink!”
Gudong Gudong drank up a large bowl of old wine. This was his last jar of the oldest wine.
Fang Polu hurriedly sat down, paid respect to the bowl of wine on the ground, and drank the wine in one breath. The mellow and strong wine made his face reddish, and he hurriedly used his cultivation to suppress the rising alcohol.
Chang Siguo said: "Eat meat, eat meat."
A golden-roasted fat sheep appeared in his hand. He placed a piece of skin on the ground, took off the sheep's head and placed it in front of the tombstone. Then he broke off a leg of lamb and gave it to Fang Polu, and then he pulled off a leg of lamb and ate it. stand up.
While he was building the tomb, he asked Lian Yi to help him catch a fattened sheep in the space and cook it for barbecue.
When Fang Polu saw such a magical scene, he couldn't help but ask, and he ate meat and drank wine.
After the jar of wine was finished, Fang Polu was already a little drunk. He had the courage to stammer out his request. He wanted to ask Mr. Chang to help the Fang family take a junior to practice in the mountains.
The Fang family has been fighting on the battlefield for generations, and they don’t want their descendants to repeat the fate of their ancestors and fight for their lives on the battlefield.
Chang Siguo waved his hand: "As long as you are willing, within five days, you can ask your family to send people to Sihuang City. Just go and go, I will stay with Dad Hei for a few days, don't disturb me."
Fang Polu was overjoyed. He didn't expect Mr. Chang to be so easy to talk to. He bowed and stepped back ten steps before turning around and running towards Sihuang City.
He had to seize the time to use a carrier pigeon to send the letter back to the Fang family, and send the two most qualified juniors for Mr. Chang to choose. This was an excellent opportunity to change the fate of the family, and he must seize it.
Chang Siguo stayed in the cemetery, drinking and eating meat with Hei Dad every day. He talked about his experiences over the years and told Hei Dad some thrilling or interesting stories, so as to relieve the negative emotions he had accumulated for many years.
On the morning of the third day, the Beirong army retreated quietly. They discussed coming and going, but they did not dare to risk attacking the city.
The consequences of annoying a high-level monk may lead to the annihilation of the entire army.
On the morning of the fifth day, two monks descended from the sky. From a distance, they raised their hands to the strange monk who was leaning on the tombstone and seemed to be awake from sleep: "Fellow Taoist, please invite me. This is Luo Jin, the patrol envoy of Xihan Forest. May I ask? My fellow Taoist is coming down the mountain to stay. Do you have a document or warrant issued by the eight major sects?"
Chang Siguo had just finished enjoying an unforgettable meal in which King Shentu Wu used his soul power to help him temper his soul and body. Only then did he regain his composure, lazily raised his head and said, "Western Cold Forest? I remember there was a man named Huang Tian. Fellow Taoist, how is he now?"
His current cultivation level is basically invisible to someone who is not an ancestor of the Immortal Ascension Boundary.
As he said this, he had already taken out the elder jade pendant from the Star Reaching Platform and waved it towards the two of them.
"Uh... pay homage to the Immortal Envoy,"
The patrolling envoy Luo Jin recognized the identity of the other party's star-catching platform. He was a frighteningly tall silver jade-level elder. He was frightened and hurriedly bowed and said: "Master Returning Immortal Envoy, Master Huang has joined...joined the star-catching platform. .”
He glanced at the young monk who couldn't tell the difference, and the boss was puzzled in his heart.
Is this really the elder of the Star Reaching Platform?
At that time, Uncle Huang Tian was promoted to Jindan when he was less than a hundred years old. He joined the Star Reaching Platform and served as a guest minister for decades. At that time, he caused quite a shock in various sects in the Chongshan Region.
Chang Siguo accepted the jade pendant and laughed at himself: "More than a hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye, and he has also joined the star-catching platform. What a joy to congratulate him." He made a big mistake and waved people away: "You Wait and go, don't disturb Chang's purity."
"Yes, junior, please resign!"
The two of them were secretly stunned. This was an old man who had just come out of seclusion. No wonder he hadn't heard about Master Huang Tian's deeds.
How dare they stay and disturb, they bowed and left, but they also spread the news back to the mountain.
At dusk, Chang Siguo got up, patted the tombstone and said goodbye to Dad Hei.
This trip would fulfill his long-standing mortal wish. Who knows when it will be again? Perhaps, Nanping Kingdom might not even exist at that time.
He took one step into Sihuang City and landed in front of Fang Polu, who was waiting eagerly on the square in front of Guanwu Hall. He only looked at the two eleven or twelve little guys behind Fang Polu, nodded and said: "Not bad, two They all have the qualifications to practice, and I will be responsible for sending them to the Baqi Sect on the mountain. When they succeed in practice, they can go down the mountain to visit their relatives."
Fang Polu was overjoyed. He didn't expect to see off two juniors at once.
Although it is a bit regretful that I can't be a disciple of Mr. Chang, being able to join the famous Domineering Invincible Sect, one of the eight major sects, is also a blessing to fulfill Xuanzu's long-cherished wish and bring glory to the sect.
As a city lord, he knows more about some of the news on the mountain than ordinary cultivators.
This time, the Fang family is really lucky.
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