Chapter 405 Sword Fighting
Zhang Cunyi mentioned the dead old man Fan Buzhong and his aging mentor Li Guangshi.
The atmosphere in the hall suddenly dropped.
Except for Sister Hong, everyone is a monk, and their life expectancy during the Qi training period is one hundred and fifty years. Everyone is equivalent to being in their prime, and they have never considered the issue of old age and death.
However, Fan Buzhong is gone.
Although he died at a high age, there is no regret, but it is still sad.
Li Guangshi was born as a martial artist. Later, with the support of elixirs, he could not cultivate immortality, but after repairing the broken Dantian, he finally resumed the martial arts. His martial arts foundation allowed him to absorb elixirs much more efficiently than Fan Bu. middle.
However, now that he is over 100 years old, Zhang Cunyi said that he had checked the old man's pulse secretly, and it was probably only a year or two ago.
The person in charge of the overall situation in Shunhe City now is Fan Buju, and Zhang Biao has to go back to visit every few years.
Fan Buju had difficulty in giving birth to heirs because of his long-lived bloodline and slow release of energy.
It was Zhang Cunyi who asked Elder Tiegong for the elixir that allowed him to have offspring. Twenty years have passed since Lu Ye and others returned to Shunhe City.
Fan Buju was so happy that he loved his grandson.
The name of this unlucky boy is Fan Zhongju.
The old man Fan Buzhong personally decided on the name before he died. Everyone advised him to change it, but he insisted on his own opinion and no one could change it.
The queen, Lady Cao, has secured her throne and has not done anything to tamper with Shunhe City. The city is quite stable.
"Life is short, we still have to practice hard." Lu Ye sighed.
Everyone nodded silently, thinking it was true.
The eyes of Sister Hong, who was listening silently, became more and more determined. No matter how many elixirs she gave herself, she would only be over a hundred years old.
You can’t harm Wang Hu just by being soft-hearted.
Zhang Cunyi coughed.
"Brother, when it comes to Shunhe City, there is indeed something related to you."
"Fan Buju temporarily served as the city lord. He held this concurrent position for twenty years, and sent messages to the mountain several times. "
"The position of the heir apparent has not been decided yet, I'm afraid it's inappropriate!"
"Brother, please make a decision soon."
Lu Ye glanced at Zhang Cunyi. He lowered his head, looking a little guilty.
When Wang Hu caught a glimpse of Sister Hong looking like she was thousands of miles away from him, he felt sad and spoke more frankly.
“Lao San, why are you so hesitant?”
“Don’t you dare tell me.”
“That’s what Fan Buju said in his letter.”
“In the past, when my sister-in-law was not found, it was a last resort to adopt an adopted son from a descendant of the Lu clan.”
"Ten years have passed. When will my eldest brother and sister-in-law give birth to a nephew?"
"We can't let outsiders inherit the throne. If we have a nephew, why should we let others inherit the throne?"
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Pan Furong's face turned red after hearing this, and she glanced at Lu Ye with some resentment.
For the past ten years, the two have been practicing double cultivation, and they have greatly made up for the happiness of the newlywed boudoir, but they have indeed been unable to have any children.
Luye laughed.
"It's not a big deal for me."
"It doesn't work, it doesn't work. The method I practice requires guarding the Yang and returning it to unity, and cannot let out the Yang energy."
"It's better to take it slow first."< br>
"As for the position of the prince, let's hold it off for now. Anyway, the city lord Fan Buju has done a pretty good job."
He is not stupid. If the world of cultivating immortals is peaceful, he should have a baby. After giving birth to a baby, it’s time to cultivate and practice immortality, so don’t delay both.
It's just that in the past ten years, the world of immortality has been ups and downs, and everything is not peaceful. Fighting and killing have become the mainstream.
So he and Pan Furong had communicated in advance that they were not in a hurry to have children. Anyway, monks lived long enough and their physical condition was at its peak, so they could have children at any time.
Shu Chitu complained softly beside him.
“Brother, it’s not easy to delay.”
“The children of the Lu tribe who were raised in the mansion are now fathers and have babies.”
"If we keep raising him any longer, half of the palace will not be enough to live in."
Lu Ye rubbed his brow gently, yes, twenty years have passed since the last time he returned to Shunhe City, and the next generation will All have grown up.
At the beginning, four or five young children of the Lu family were selected. In this era, rich people believed that having more children would bring happiness. If each of them had four or five children, the palace would almost become a children's garden.
Luye made his decision immediately.
Let people send a message to Fan Buju to release all the "quasi-heirs" of this generation from the palace, give them money, and get rid of the problem.
Then we will look for those with difficult conditions from the Lu family branch and recruit a few children to be the next generation of prepared heirs.
Once every twenty years, a group will be released and another group will be recruited when they reach the age.
Wang Hu, Zhang Cunyi and Shu Chitu were speechless after hearing this.
Good guys, these potential heirs are all the first and second generations. According to Lu Ye’s achievement of the golden elixir, he still has at least four hundred years to live.
People from the Lu family’s side branch will have to go through a lot if they want to become the heir apparent.
"Isn't this what the Lu clan has learned?" Sister Hong murmured to the side.
“Each generation takes a few down-and-out children into the mansion, and they have no shortage of food, drink, and famous teachers to teach them until they grow up, and then they are released from the mansion.”
“As long as they strive for some energy, they will be better than usual when they leave the mansion. There are many opportunities when there are more people.”
Pan Furong shook her head.
“The human heart is weak and a snake swallows an elephant.”
"Having seen the prosperity and attractive location of the palace, how many people can maintain a normal mind after leaving the palace?"
"There will definitely be many tribesmen who will change their destiny and live a good life because of this, and there are also many tribesmen who are afraid that they will not So I couldn't get up and fell into the mud."
After a few words of discussion, they changed the topic and talked about cultivation.
Another moment passed.
Wang Hu and others had a look. They all said they had gained a lot and wanted to practice in seclusion, so they resigned one after another.
Even Sister Hong, who is not a monk, said she wanted to practice Qigong.
After several people withdrew, only Lu Ye and Pan Furong were left in the hall.
"Fu Rong, let's go," Lu Ye saw that the outsiders were gone and grabbed the woman's hand, "Didn't you say you wanted to embroider mandarin ducks playing in the water before I retreated last time?"
"Let me Let’s see how well you embroider.”
Pan Furong rolled her eyes at him.
"Anyway, it won't be a row of egrets rising into the sky."
Lu Ye touched his nose and laughed.
The two of them joined hands, left the hall, and returned to the cave. They were loving each other and chatting slowly.
Wait until the sun sets.
Lu Yecai's face was glowing red, and he walked out of the cave proudly in the spring breeze, with a mandarin duck playing in the water handkerchief embroidered by a woman in his arms.
I saw a pair of mandarin ducks wrapped around the neck on this embroidered handkerchief, and the love was unusual and vivid.
Pan Furong followed him shyly.
"Furong," Lu Ye commented while holding the embroidered handkerchief, "You can now use the flying sword to leave such a pattern on the embroidered handkerchief."
"It means that your mana control has become more sophisticated. "
"The world of immortality has become even more chaotic this year. You must hurry up and complete the foundation building as soon as possible."
Pan Furong nodded.
"Don't worry, husband, I have felt something recently, and I will probably be able to take the final step this year."
"But you, you will have a sword fight in a few days, so you must be careful."
Lu Ye was overjoyed.
"That's very good. I have the Foundation Establishment Pill here, and I will protect you when the time comes."
"As for the sword fight, don't worry, madam. My husband, I have a lot of cards. I dare not say that I will win. Saving my life will not be a problem."
The two whispered for several times, rubbing their ears together, and finally parted reluctantly.
Wang Hu and others didn't know where they had gone. Lu Ye didn't bother saying goodbye to them and flew straight into the sky.
Halfway. He transformed, changed his entire attire, put on a mask on his face, and turned into a blue vest and appearance again.
Lu Ye used Escape Light, and within a short time, he had reached the top of Jingyanggang Mountain.
He fell from the sky and landed in the core hall of the building complex.
"Go and tell Lan Wutong!"
There were deacon disciples on duty in the hall, Lu Ye ordered to go down.
The other party kowtows and calls out to his ancestor and runs down in a hurry.
Soon, Lan Wutong arrived in a hurry.
Now he also looks like a middle-aged man. He has been in charge of the Lan family for more than ten years, and with the foundation building, he has a lot of calmness and aura.
"Wutong has met the ancestor!" Lan Wutong saw Lu Ye face to face and hurriedly saluted.
“Okay,” Lu Ye waved, “Don’t do these false etiquettes.”
“I have had an interview with Patriarch Fuyun today, and I will have a sword fight with the Rong clan in ten days. .”
"I will be in seclusion within these ten days. Don't let anyone disturb me."
Lan Wutong hurriedly agreed. He knew that Lu Ye would be in seclusion soon, so he hurriedly picked out a few important things to say.
"Ancestor, the old man Shayu of Jinshamen has sent Feijian again, and sincerely invites you to return to the sect."
"It used to be once a year, but this year it is once every two or three months. Recently, it is once every two or three months." Once a month.”
“It seems that he is really anxious.”
"I heard that in the last battle where the Zhusan people fell, many of the foundation builders below also died."
"Yang Shan, Yun Yanke, and deputy sect leader Sha Haisheng all died in this battle."
Luye sneered.
"Ignore him."
What were you doing earlier?
Ten years ago, the top management had the upper hand. If Old Man Sha Yu was willing to attack, that would be his best opportunity.
As a result, the old man Shayu and the Sansan people were afraid of each other, and it was said that they would never attack together again.
Otherwise Zhusan people would not have died.
Now that I think about trying my best, Lu Ye said that it has nothing to do with me.
It is difficult to provide help in times of crisis, but adding fuel to the fire can.
It's just pity for the disciples of those families and small sects in Huangsha Mountain, who died in the flesh and blood millstone one after another.
Lan Wutong took out a jade box from the storage ring and presented it respectfully.
"Ancestor, old man Sha Yu also sent someone to deliver something this time."
"It is said that this object is a black jade bamboo joint, a must-have in the secret realm of black bamboo."
Lu Ye made a sound, and became energetic. He took the jade box and opened it. Sure enough, there was a palm-long, two-finger-thick bamboo joint inside, which was dark and warm to the touch.
He played with it a few times in his hands. It was heavy, feeling like jade, but heavier than iron.
This bamboo joint also emits waves of ripples, twisting the surrounding air, and contains a trace of the way of space.
In the past ten years, ink jade bamboo knots have sprayed out from the secret realm of ink bamboo. It is no longer a secret in the eyes of masters above the golden elixir realm.
The Black Bamboo Secret Realm is one of the great secret realms in Central Continent. It is rich in products, has many opportunities, and of course the risks are also high.
Golden elixir and Nascent Soul masters all flocked to it, and they all made great efforts to collect the ink jade bamboo knots that spewed out of them.
It's just that the ink jade bamboo joints eject completely irregularly, and the quantity is small. Finding them is like looking for a needle in a haystack. Whether you can get it or not really depends on your luck.
Ancestor Fuyun received one at a high price and promised Lu Ye that if he found another one, he would give it to Lu Ye.
“Are you really willing to give it up?” Lu Ye touched the ink jade bamboo joint and put it into the storage ring.
"Ancestor..." Lan Wutong advised, "You are responsible for the entire Lan clan."
"Old man Shayu and the Sansan people, no, the two San people have evil intentions, and They have to be careful when cooperating.”
Lu Ye sneered.
"Who wants to cooperate?"
"I will accept the things, but I will not go to Huangsha Mountain."
"If old man Sha Yu is not convinced, , let him come to me!”
“You really think I forgot about bullying my Lan family?”
Lan Wutong was relieved.
Eat the benefits and be irresponsible. Sure enough, this is the familiar style of our ancestors.
The two talked for a while.
Lan Wutong said that in the past ten years, the Lan family has multiplied and multiplied in Jingyanggang, and the number of fairy seedlings in the clan has returned to one hundred and ten. Unfortunately, half of them are children under ten years old. In another ten years, there will be no more. It can be put to great use.
The main force in the clan now includes one foundation builder, five in the late stage of Qi training, and twelve in the middle stage of Qi training. Basically, they are all survivors of the war who came down from the Jinsha Gate to take the lead.
The entire family is far inferior to what it was during its heyday in Huangsha Mountain.
Fortunately, the ancestor’s golden elixir is enough to protect the entire Lan family.
Lu Ye laughed and accepted Lan Wu's flattery, listened to a few words, and kicked him out before he got tired of hearing it.
"Personal worship is not necessary..."
Lu Ye muttered, turned into a stream of light and flew back to his cave to practice in seclusion.
Ten days later.
The gate of Xiaogushan Mountain is open.
Groups of monks poured out and headed straight down the mountain.
At the foot of the mountain, monks from the Gushan Sect have long been gathering earth here to make a platform, erecting a stone platform dozens of feet in diameter out of thin air, and using various diamond talismans, mud stone talismans, solid talismans, etc. on it. wait.
A large stone chair is placed on the south side of the stone platform.
There are two slightly smaller stone chairs placed on each side.
Not long after, the disciples of the Gushan Sect were lined up neatly under the stone platform. There were about four to five hundred people, and the Lan clan members were also among them, uniformly wearing the standard robes of the Gushan Sect.
Their lineage is the Jingyang lineage. The Gushan sect is divided into several lines, and the Lan family is one of them. The difference is that the other lines have disciples of all surnames, while the Jingyang lineage has disciples from The elders, inner and outer sect disciples to handymen all have the surname Lan.
Fortunately, Jingyang Mai's relationship with the other disciples was quite harmonious, and there was not much acrimony.
The disciples gathered at this time and talked in low voices.
"Today is the day of the sword fight. Later, we will see the two ancestors killing all around, killing the two heroes of the Rong family who don't know the heights of the world!"
"Well, although the final victory must belong to me, the Gushan sect, Don’t underestimate them. I heard that the two heroes are from the Wei Kingdom and are very famous among the casual cultivators!”
“Hush...the two ancestors are here”
On the top of the mountain behind. , two escaping lights came quickly, fell from the sky, and occupied the two stone chairs on the left.
The first is a tall, strong, white-haired old man with white hair and beard. His eyes are like copper bells. He is calm and powerful. He is the ancestor of Fuyun.
The other person is a middle-aged man dressed as a Confucian scholar with an elegant temperament and an excellent portrait. He is the Supreme Elder Lan He who has always been in seclusion and rarely walks around in front of people.
All the disciples hurriedly knelt down to pay homage to the two ancestors.
“Huh, I may not be very capable, but I am very powerful!”
“Children, don’t kneel down yet. It won’t be too late to kneel down again after we occupy Xiaogushan Taoism!”
Singing and arrogant voices came from the air.
I saw two streams of light, one red and one white, coming from the sky. When I landed, I sat on the two stone chairs on the right.
These are two elderly Taoists. One wears a white robe to honor the elder brother's water, and the other wears a red robe to honor the second brother's fire.
The two of them each hold a large iron staff. The white color in Rong Shui's hand is the water staff, and the red color in Rong Huo's hand is the fire staff.
Probably because they have been practicing water and fire magic for many years, their beards, eyebrows and hair have turned pure white and pure red.
The two sat down and laughed wildly, staring at Patriarch Fuyun and Lu Ye, not hiding the malice in their eyes.
"What? Mr. Fuyun?"
"Decided not to hide?"
"Is this what Laoshizi Taishang Elder is?"
"Tsk tsk tsk, repair into gold The elixir is not easy, but it is a pity that you will die here today!"
The disciples in the audience were furious and became a mess.
(End of this chapter)