I Am Immortal In The Cultivation World

"How far is very far?"

The boy's eyes are shining, full of curiosity about the outside world.

Zhou Yi asked back: "Where is the farthest place you have been to?"

The boy recalled it for a long time before he said, "To go to my grandfather's house, the carriage will take more than ten days."

"Ten times farther than that."

When Zhou Yi returned to Ganjing this time, he did not show his tracks on purpose, nor did he sneak around.

Jindan Zhenjun is enough to traverse Jiuzhou, not to mention the speed of escape is comparable to that of Yuanying Patriarch, enough to make Zhou Yi go home in a fair manner.

Of course, I did my divination before coming here!

sign on.

There may be surprises in this trip.

Zhou Yi didn't care about surprises, and planned to take a rest in Qianjing for a while, then set off to the East China Sea to find the sect.

The boy wrinkled his small face, ten times the distance when he snapped his fingers.

There was another movement on the wall, revealing the head of a little girl with a shofar braid, who was obviously relieved to see the boy. Seeing the changes in the courtyard again, horror appeared on his face, and he thumped down the ladder.

Zhou Yi frowned slightly, then shook his head slightly.

After a while.

A middle-aged voice came from outside the door: "Chen Jing pays homage to the Taoist priest."

"come in."

Zhou Yi waved his hand, and the courtyard door opened by itself.

Chen Jing had a serious look on his face. After finishing his clothes, the little girl followed behind him and cupped his hands after entering the courtyard.

"The dog is young and ignorant, if you offend the Taoist priest, please forgive me."

"No problem."

Zhou Yi said with a smile: "It's been a long time in seclusion, and seeing a young child makes me feel childlike. Don't blame Layman Chen."

Chen Jing said, "This is the dog's honor."

When the boy saw his father coming, he showed fear at first, and then saw his father respectful, somehow he gained momentum, took a sip from the teacup in his little hand, and said in the tone of Zhou Yi.

"It's okay, it's okay."

"Hahaha!"

Zhou Yi let out a hearty laugh when he heard the words, and said: "Such talent and intelligence, don't be too harsh on weekdays, poor Taoists look at their appearance..."

Chen Jing's face tightened, he hoped that his son would have a future, but he was afraid that the Taoist would say something horrifying.

"It's mediocre. I'm destined to achieve nothing in this life. Why don't I arrange some homework, be carefree, rich and happy."

The boy clapped his hands happily when he heard the words, only seeing the Taoist getting closer, wishing he could change with his father.

"Thank you, Daoist."

There was inevitably bitterness in Chen Jing's voice, anyone who said his son was worthless would look like this.

On the contrary, the little girl next to her was quite dissatisfied and said: "If a person only depends on his appearance, he can determine his success in this life, so what kind of books do you study and what imperial examinations do you just have to look at your appearance!"

"That makes sense."

Zhou Yi nodded approvingly. It is already extremely remarkable for a ten-year-old girl to have such insight.

The little girl thought that the Taoist would retort and say some Taoist classics to prove her appearance, but she nodded in agreement, and her anger rose for a while.

Chen Jing was taken aback. Those high-ranking people in the Immortal Pension Division, all of them were kind and gentle on the surface, but in reality they were cruel and merciless, and quickly bowed to apologize.

"The little girl doesn't know the rules, and Taoist Wanwang forgives her."

"She was right, so why apologize."

Zhou Yi smiled and said: "Chen Jushi will have difficult decisions in the future, he can listen to his daughter's ideas more... Long eyes and a phoenix neck are indescribably precious."

The second half of the sentence was not uttered aloud, but sound transmitted into secret, which only rang in Chen Jing's ear.

Chen Jing was half happy and half worried when he heard the words, and didn't know how to describe it: "The Taoist priest doesn't know something..."

Zhou Yi thought for a while, and said: "But the blood of the ancestors is extraordinary, so this appearance is a disaster."

"The Taoist priest is really a god!"

Chen Jing said helplessly: "The ancestors of the Chen family can be traced back to the founding of the country. According to the genealogy records, because members of the Holy Empress family died in a military disaster, the Holy Emperor changed his three sons from Li to the Chen Yanmian descendant."

"There is such an origin!"

Zhou Yi sighed, it's no wonder that the little girl had a kind face, she pondered for a moment and waved her hands to shed inspiration.

The spiritual light fell into the little girl's body, and her original charming appearance quickly subsided, her sharp and intelligent temperament dissipated, and she became an ordinary girl.

Chen Jing noticed the change in her daughter, and bowed deeply to thank her: "Master Chen is very grateful for your kindness."

Even if hundreds of years have passed, the Chen family will rely on the shadow of their ancestors, no matter who becomes the emperor, they will take good care of them, and there will be no shortage of glory and wealth. In contrast, those people who felt that the Third Highness was unlucky back then, their families have long since declined through generations of struggle.

Zhou Yi said: "Chen Layman, please find some historical books. From the end of the Holy Emperor...Fengyang Kingdom to the present, the more detailed the records, the better."

Chen Jing repeatedly agreed that there are many official histories in the Chen family library, and sent people to the good family to borrow the lonely copies.

After talking about the conversation again, I just took my leave and left.

at night.

Zhou Yi didn't meditate and practice, nor did he comprehend the thunder method. After setting up the guard formation, he lay down on the bed and slept with his clothes on.

In the early morning of the next day, the sun was three poles high.

"call--"

"It's so refreshing, my body seems to be a little lighter."

"How many years have you not slept so purely? One hundred years, three hundred years, or five hundred years?"

Zhou Yichang breathed a sigh of relief, stretched his lower limbs, got up from the bed and fetched water to wash his hands, like a mortal, without casting any spells.

Open the courtyard door.

There were quite a few people standing outside, holding, carrying, or picking up stacks of books.

Chen Jing waited outside the door for a long time. When the door opened, he said: "Master Daoist, I worked hard all night yesterday and found hundreds of history books. Most of them are official histories, and there are also many unofficial histories, which are more interesting to read than official histories." some."

"Thanks for your hard work."

Zhou Yi waved his hand, put all the books into the storage bag, and said, "I just made porridge, do you want a bowl of porridge?"

"my pleasure."

Chen Jing ordered the housekeeper not to let the servants spread any rumors, and stepped cautiously into the yard.

"A layman doesn't need to look like this, the poor one is just an ordinary monk."

Zhou Yi filled two bowls of porridge, took out ginseng pickles that were pickled hundreds of years ago, and said with a smile: "There are many practitioners in the capital, especially in the direction of the imperial palace. The aura is undisguised. Layman Chen should have heard of it." A lot."

"To tell you the truth, the Chen family still has the ancestral Guiyuan Gong."

Chen Jing took a sip of the porridge and said, "It's a pity that the two generations of clansmen have not lived up to their expectations, and there is no spiritual root..."

Before he finished speaking, two streams of blood flowed from his nose, and the spirit porridge made from five hundred years of spiritual ginseng filled Chen Jingbu's blood with just one mouthful.

Chen Jing quickly put down the bowl, and circulated the internal energy to soothe the qi and blood, and every time the internal energy was circulated, the internal energy increased by one point.

Zhou Yi shook his head with a smile. Back then, the theory of immortality was like a top secret.

Some casual cultivators have found it hard to get into the door for decades, and the world has changed drastically in the past hundreds of years. The theory of monks and spiritual roots is no longer a secret in the eyes of Xungui, and ordinary people can tell a few rumors about immortals.

Randomly took out a history book from the storage bag, called "Secret Records of the Holy Emperor", and you could tell it was unofficial history just by the name.

Turned a few pages, sure enough.

The book records the family history of the Holy Emperor Li Ye, from his exile in northern Xinjiang to his ascension to the throne, the description is extremely detailed, and even recorded many conversations, as if the person who wrote the book was witnessing it.

The history writing is more like a storybook, and the reason why the holy emperor Li Hongneng ascended the throne and proclaimed himself emperor is all attributed to the "Shanhe Ding".

The author added a lot of mythological color to the Shanhe Ding, one of the three treasures of Fengyang, throughout the entire history book, which is equivalent to the golden finger of the Holy Emperor.

The book repeatedly mentions the sentence "It is the destiny of the tripod to fall in the northern border" to prove that the writing is true and true, but instead criticizes those official histories that cover up history.

Zhouyi read with gusto, and as a person who witnessed it, I feel inexplicably happy to see the events written by later generations.

"Fun and interesting!"