Chapter 4: Immortals
In his previous life, Chu Zheng had heard too many legends about immortals and gods, so he was naturally extremely curious about the ‘immortals’ in this world.
In the current situation, Chu Zheng has no way to contact the so-called ‘immortal’, and Song Lingqing is the only possibility.
In the entire Zhou Dynasty, the Hidden Immortal Sect was a very special existence. Except for the occasional immortal who came to the world and left legends in various places, no information was disclosed at all.
There may be some people who hold the secret of cultivating immortals, but this is not something that a slave of Chu Zheng can have access to.
Information isolation exists in every era.
Chu Zheng has always believed that the most valuable thing in the world is information. Information that is trivial to some people can be enough to change lives in the hands of ordinary people.
After a while, Chu Zheng already knew Song Lingqing's location.
Chu Zheng is not the only one who is interested in this second lady, it is easy to find.
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The cloister, which is usually unlit, is brightly lit. In the bronze lamps, grease is burning, and there is a faint smoke, which is slightly pungent.
The wind picked up again at night, and bits of snow fell.
The sky was completely dark, and Chu Zhengcai hurried to the main hall in the front yard.
The door was not closed, and just as the meal was being passed around, a row of maids filed in holding wooden trays in their hands.
Not many servants stopped in front of the door. Many maids and slaves passed by the hall. They only dared to glance at it and left in a hurry to satisfy their curiosity.
There are too few new things in the house. Even just a glance at it is enough for them to talk about it for a while.
Chu Zheng stopped in a corner of the corridor. He was a little troubled for a moment. He was so excited that he forgot his identity.
He was not qualified to set foot in the main hall without being summoned.
He might not be able to bear the consequences of rushing in, but if he didn't go in now, Song Lingqing might be gone tomorrow.
After weighing it for a long time, Chu Zheng gave up the idea of taking risks and turned around to return to the filthy house. There was a long time to come, and even if he missed this opportunity, he could try other methods.
After just two steps, the footsteps of three people came to my ears, and a group of people walked out of the corner.
Xiao Cai walked at the front holding a lantern, followed closely by a man and a woman, and Song Yun followed at the end.
The woman was wearing a light blue dress, with a hidden light in her eyes, as bright as the morning glow, and a pretty face. Her hair was in a fairy bun, and she wore a gold belt. She had a slender waist and a beautiful figure.
Chu Zheng was stunned for a moment, rummaged through his memory, and finally recognized the woman.
The eldest lady of the Song Dynasty, Song Lingxue.
Today she put on light makeup, obviously dressed up carefully, her eyebrows and eyes were smooth, less aggressive and more gentle than the impression in Chu Zheng's mind.
Chu Zheng's eyes did not stay on Song Lingxue, but quickly looked at the man walking beside her, and his heart suddenly sank.
This man looked to be in his early twenties. He was dressed in dark blue brocade clothes with silver patterns. He had a tall and straight figure, full of heaven, and walked lightly, as if he were stepping on clouds, and his footsteps could not be heard at all.
The moment he looked at this person, the hair all over Chu Zheng's body exploded with chills, his muscles and bones trembled slightly, and he lowered his head uncontrollably.
This is the feeling of oppression arising from the magnetic field of life.
Chu Zheng had felt this sense of oppression once in his previous life. At that time, in order to repair a damaged Taoist artifact, he visited a Taoist heavenly master and wanted to get some advice.
That time, he realized the real differences between people.
In the words of the heavenly master, the human body is composed of brain, blood, flesh, bones, marrow, meridians, and collaterals.
The strength of these things determines the strength of a person's magnetic field. The most intuitive feeling brought about by this strength is emotional changes.
When the magnetic field is suppressed, people will involuntarily have negative emotions such as anxiety, panic, tension, fear, etc.
Chu Zheng lowered his gaze and his fingertips trembled slightly involuntarily. He knew exactly why. The adrenaline in his body was soaring at this moment.
The heavenly master in the previous life lived to be 118 years old. He was a Taoist and had reached the state of enlightenment. However, the man in front of him was only twenty years old!
And the sense of oppression that came from the Heavenly Master back then was far less intense than what he felt now. There is no doubt that this person must be from the Immortal Sect.
"Chu Zheng?"
Song Lingxue frowned slightly, glanced at the hall not far away, and the frown deepened.
Song Yun, who was walking at the end, changed his expression slightly, glanced at Song Lingxue, and hesitated to speak.
When he saw Chu Zheng, he deliberately scolded him, but for a moment he couldn't speak. No matter how important he was, he was just a domestic slave. In this kind of situation, he had no place to speak.
"My eldest lady, please be safe."
Chu Zheng bowed, stepped aside, and got out of the way.
“That’s it.”
Song Lingxue looked at Chu Zheng for a moment, sighed softly, her slightly frowning eyebrows slowly relaxed, and she said calmly:
“Lingqing just now You also told me about you, come into the room to talk."
After saying this, she turned her head and looked at the man beside her, smiling a little apologetically: "The palace has no good discipline, and the immortal is laughing at it."
The man shook his head slightly and said nothing. He just stood there quietly, but his presence was terrifying.
Song Lingxue said no more and nodded to Xiaocai to continue leading the way.
Chu Zheng lowered his head, and his turbulent thoughts gradually calmed down. After a few people passed by him, he silently followed Song Yun.
When they looked at each other for a moment, Chu Zheng didn't see any emotion in that man's eyes. It couldn't be said that he was looking at a dead object, at least it didn't look like he was looking at the same kind.
Just as he thought at the beginning, these immortal cultivators may not regard mortals as the same kind.
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In the hall, the light is bright, and there is no dark corner in sight. A round table is placed in the center, with various delicacies placed, and the aroma is tempting.
A young woman is sitting at the front seat. She is dressed in white with cloud patterns on it. Her long hair hangs casually on her side. Her eyebrows are picturesque and her skin is like snow. At first glance, she looks somewhat similar to Song Lingxue, and her figure is even better. For the lightness, it has an extra three points of fairy spirit.
A middle-aged man sitting beside him, wearing a green shirt and a short beard, is the head of the Song family, Song Tonghai.
There were only two people on the table. Song Tonghai lost his wife in his early years and never renewed their relationship. He only had two concubines and kept her in a side courtyard. The huge Song Dynasty was inevitably a little empty.
"Qin Shangxian!"
Seeing a group of people entering the door, Song Tonghai smiled and immediately stood up to greet them:
"In the past few years, I have been collecting the collection according to your original instructions. "How are you satisfied with it?"
The man nodded slightly, flipped his palm, and there was a brocade box in his hand, and then he raised his hand and threw it towards Song Tonghai. ：
"I took a few things, this is a thank you gift."
His tone was cold, even worse than the wind and snow outside.
Seeing this scene, Chu Zheng couldn't help but feel a little moved in his heart. This is taking something from the air, or...
"It's a little effort, how can I say thank you."
Song Tonghai waved his hand and was about to refuse when he was interrupted by the man:
"I never owe favors."
"Thank you, the Immortal, for the reward."
The smile on Song Tonghai's face did not change, he accepted the brocade box obediently and handed it to the maid behind him.
“Are you Chu Zheng?”
The woman sitting in the first place slowly raised her head and looked towards the corner, with some doubts in her eyes.
(End of this chapter)