Returning after 10000 Years Cultivation

"Shut up! I wonder if Elder Liang will get furious when this matter is mentioned? Do you want to be punished by the sect rules?" Another disciple turned pale with fright and scolded in a low voice.

Last time, Wang Haitao, Liang Zichen's eldest disciple, led a dozen juniors and juniors to the top of Mount Everest to find the Emperor's Flower.

He was originally determined to win, but he didn't expect that he would be defeated. Twelve disciples died and eight were seriously injured. Liang Zichen became furious and threatened to beat anyone who mentioned it.

Previously, a disciple had his legs broken by Liang Zichen while chatting about when he would take revenge.

So when this issue was brought up, no one dared to speak. The martial arts field returned to calm and continued to concentrate on practicing swordsmanship.

Walking into a dark and gloomy hall, Liang Zichen bowed deeply to the first white-haired old man who was sitting cross-legged and meditating, and said respectfully: "Zichen, I have met the master!"

This old man's beard and hair are as silver as age, but his face is rosy and without any wrinkles, just like a newborn baby.

"Elder Liang, sit down!"

Zhou Zixuan, the leader of the Dian Cang Sect, slowly opened his eyes, and lightning shot out from his eyes, making the void crackle.

"The eyes are electrified, interfering with reality. The sect master seems to have become more advanced!"

Liang Zichen looked happy and sat down on the futon.

"Alas, I feel that there is still a long way to go before I can become a true immortal!"

Zhou Zixuan shook his head with a look of sorrow on his face, and sighed desolately: "At the peak of the divine realm, I can live for a lifetime, but I am already one hundred and fifty years old. If I can't break through to the human-immortal level, I'm afraid I won't survive It’s only been three years!”

"Brother, our ancestor once wrote in "The Record of Xiushui Pavilion Jiazi's Sword Cleansing", 'The door to immortality is closed, the road to immortality is dead, and there are no immortals in the world.' It can be seen that becoming an immortal is an illusory thing, and the peak of martial arts is already beyond the reach of human beings. You can reach the highest level, you have already reached the top, why should you be sentimental?"

Seeing this, Liang Zichen advised him warmly.

"But it is said that eight hundred years ago, sixty years after Master Xuanzu reached the peak of the divine realm, that is, when he was one hundred and seventy years old, he ascended to the sky in the bitter cold land of the far north and became an immortal. This is Why?"

A hint of fascination appeared in Zhou Zixuan's eyes, and without waiting for Liang Zichen's reply, he sighed to himself:

"Ascension, immortality, eternal life, immortality! Traveling towards the North Sea, the curtains are green and green, and the green snakes in the sleeves are courageous. I have entered Yueyang three times without people knowing it, and I fly across the Dongting Lake with a loud chant... So carefree and free, spanning the world, with infinite power, How desirable it is!”

After saying that, his eyes were dull, like a piece of dead wood sitting there.

Looking at the falling leaves outside the window, looking at the sea of ​​clouds that were surging and changing in an instant, he smiled bitterly:

"Look at the fallen leaves of the loquat tree. When the wind blows, they fall like rain and are trampled into dust by you and me. The life of these leaves is only a few months. I'm afraid they look at us as if they were looking at gods!"

"Yes, maybe the immortals look at us like these fallen leaves and branches!" Liang Zichen also showed a hint of sadness.

Zhou Zixuan couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "As the saying goes, morning bacteria don't know Hui Shuo, and worms don't know spring and autumn. This is the small year. There are ghosts in the south of Chu, who regard five hundred years as spring and five hundred years as autumn. The Lord has it. The people of Dachun regard eight thousand years as spring and eight thousand years as autumn. But Peng Zu has heard about it for a long time now. We compare with them. We are so sad!"

"Senior brother taught you a lesson!" Liang Zichen said with a stern look on his face and a deep bow.

Zhou Zixuan sat there motionless, silent for a long time, and then he was freed from sadness, smiled and said:

"Junior Brother Liang, you won't disturb my Qingxiu at all. What important thing can't be accomplished if you come here this time?"

"Senior brother, you should still remember that the inner sect elite disciple Wang Haitao and more than a dozen other disciples were killed on the top of Mount Everest, right?" Liang Zichen asked with a cold look in his eyes.

"Oh, Haitao... I remember that the child was still very diligent, but his talent was a bit lacking."

Zhou Zixuan nodded, but did not make any other statement.

"The perpetrator's name is Jiang Taichu. I have investigated all the information about him. He is a powerful man in the secular world!"

"People from the secular world..."

Zhou Zixuan's face changed slightly and he sighed:

"There hasn't been a strong person in the secular world for a long time! During the Republic of China, I married Bai Tianlei, Hao Hongmei and his wife, as well as Ye Tianren and other strong people. They are all very talented! However, they are too obsessed with fame and fortune, and I can't bear it. Qing Xiu’s loneliness has been delayed by worldly trivial matters!”

A look of deep regret appeared on his face, he shook his head and sighed: "Especially the Bai family, their hearts are burning in their old age, and they never forget honor and disgrace..."

Liang Zichen said in a low voice, slightly anxiously: "Master, we must avenge this bloody feud. Otherwise, how can I, Dian Cang, stand among the semi-hidden sects? I will be ridiculed by the world!"

"Junior Brother Liang, if you don't forget your sense of honor and disgrace and get caught up in the world, you may lose your Taoist heart!"

Zhou Zixuan spoke with sincerity and sincerity.

"Yes, senior brother! Zichen will obey the master's teachings!"

Liang Zichen's face froze slightly, he bowed his head and admitted his mistake, and then said slowly: "That Jiang Taichu, on Xianglu Peak, killed eleven gods with one sword! He has become the number one secular martial artist, and is called the judge of martial arts!"

"Killing eleven gods in a row with one sword? Is that the half-step god realm that includes Bai Tianlei and his wife and nine Shushan people?"

Zhou Zixuan finally changed his color, frowned and said in a deep voice:

"That should be the cultivation level at the peak of the divine realm. But how is this possible? People in the world are like flies and dogs, chasing fame and fortune, with complicated thoughts and weak Taoist heart. Their mental strength alone will become a huge shackle. !”

"I heard that this person is only... in his twenties!" Liang Zichen had a strange look on his face and his voice was hoarse and dry.

"A peak god in his twenties! This, how is this possible!"

Zhou Zixuan's face changed wildly, his brows were furrowed in deep thought, and then his pupils suddenly shrank, and he trembled with excitement and ecstasy on his face:

"Could it be that...he is not someone from 'that place'? Could it be that the Immortal Gate has opened again!"

"Senior brother, I guess so too, otherwise, how could I disturb your Qingxiu with such a trivial matter!"

"If this guy is really from 'that place', what kind of broken map are we looking for? Just let him lead the way!"

Zhou Zixuan boom! Standing up with a sound, a monstrous pressure instantly enveloped the entire Wuliang Mountain, and he said with full power:

"Elder Liang, summon all the elders and masters above the divine realm for a meeting. I want to meet Jiang Taichu personally!"

The head of Dian Cang, who has been in seclusion for fifty-eight years, is about to come out!

For a while.

The entire Diancang sect was alarmed.

And the three words "Jiang Taichu" came into the sight of many hidden sects for the first time.

…

At this time, Jiang Tian had already arrived at Yuhua Villa with Jiang Waner on his back, surrounded by Zhao Xueqing, Huang Linger and other girls.

It was already late winter and the New Year was approaching.

The leaden sky was filled with heavy snow, and the entire villa was covered in silver, just like a jade building in a fairyland.

"Master Jiang, you are here! I was worried that you wouldn't come!"

Seeing Jiang Tian enter the door, Chen Zifan walked up to him like a loyal vicious dog, his face full of joy.

"Don't let anyone in, I want to clean up!" Jiang Tian almost choked Chen Zifan to death with one sentence.

He summoned the other five masters and organized a Manchu-Han banquet in Wangjiang Tower. He also wanted to have a relationship with Master Jiang.

After all, I met Master Jiang a few days ago at a funeral. Master Jiang was so angry that it was not convenient for him to say many things.

But this time, their work was in vain.

"Oh my God! Cousin, this place is so beautiful, like a royal garden! This is where Lafayette must have lived back then!"

Jiang Banxia was amazed when she saw it, her beautiful eyes widened and she almost fell to the ground.

It turned out that she thought that what Jiang Tian got from the Bai family was a villa, which cost tens of millions and could cost hundreds of millions.

But this is not a villa, it is definitely a manor.

With her good eyesight, she could tell that this was definitely a royal garden and had a long history. Just take any item out and you can change it into a villa.

"Miss Jiang, you are right, this was the residence of Taizu!" Chen Zifan introduced at the side.

To be honest, he was also envious.

It is said that the Bai family spent tens of billions on this manor when they bought it. This was just a low price and a swindle.

But when Master Jiang brought it, it was like picking something out of a bag.

Thinking that he only made a few billions a year, he felt that he couldn't compare, he couldn't compare!

"Master Zifan, show me around. I want to choose a room!" Jiang Banxia said happily.

"Okay, Miss Jiang, please come with me!"

Chen Zifan bent down and stretched out his hand to make a gesture of invitation, leading the way like a loyal slave.

"The spiritual energy here is so abundant!" Zhao Xueqing took a deep breath and said with an intoxicated look on her face.

Jiang Waner ran happily in the snow, while Jiang Banxia and Ye Ziwei went to see the new house.

"This is the dragon marrow spiritual vein. This fragrant mountain can be called the mountain of emperors. The dragon veins gather together. This spiritual energy is enough for you and me to break through several times!"

Jiang Tian took Qing'er and Ling'er to Shuangqing Villa to see the two spiritual springs.

"Oh my God! Is this the spiritual vein? It's simply...a hundred times richer than the one condensed by the Fulong Mountain Formation!"

Zhao Xueqing felt refreshed, her beautiful eyes rounded, and her face was filled with shock.

The spring of Shuangqing is filled with steaming clouds and rosy clouds, even filled with a strange luster, colorful, like a faint rainbow.

"Yes, without this dragon marrow spiritual vein, how could the idiot couple of the Bai family break through to the peak of the divine realm?"

Jiang Tian sighed.

This spiritual vein, even in the world of cultivation, is considered a low-grade spiritual vein. However, its length is relatively short, only going a few hundred meters underground.

But it is true that as Qing'er said, the spiritual energy contained in it far exceeds the scale of the spiritual energy gathered in the Fulong Mountain Formation.

"Then I'll go practice! This is so rare!"

Qing'er smiled brightly, walked to the Octagonal Pavilion, meditated in circles, and immersed herself in cultivation.

"I'm going to practice with Sister Qing'er too!" Huang Ling'er also felt a little excited.

"Ling'er, don't be in a hurry to absorb spiritual energy. What you need more now is to learn to use your true energy!" Jiang Tian pulled her to the front yard.

"Jiang Tian, ​​can't I practice? I can feel the breath in my body, but I can't break out of it, let alone fly to the sky and escape like you and sister Qing'er!"

Huang Ling'er said bitterly.

"No, your physique is fine, and you are an extremely rare Yimu spirit body that has both combat and medical functions!"

Jiang Tian smiled and said: "As long as you cooperate with the appropriate skills, you can show combat power comparable to that of me and Sister Qing'er!"

"Really?" Huang Ling'er's face was filled with anticipation.