There are three thousand beauties in the harem, and many people have dreamed of many people, but the King of Mingjiang was in great pain. For the development and prosperity of the family, he was a great saint and the sect leader, and he sacrificed too much.

Soon, Zhang Shaochu, who was old and old, came and complained to Zhang Ruochen with tears in his mouth.

"Ninth brother, your fourth brother has been ruined in this life, and it has been completely destroyed in the hands of that old immortal."

"I didn't follow at first, but he told me the truth, and he would be three months old. He was the kind of person who could not sleep and had to listen to him. He didn't have a close eye for three months, three months."

"Later, he used all kinds of despicable methods. He first put the knife on my neck and threatened me. Seeing that I was swearing to death, he actually gave me medicine."

Zhang Shaochu grabbed Zhang Ruochen's hands, and cried in tears, and was filled with saliva.

"Brother Ninth, do you know how I came from this thousand years?"

As he said that, Zhang Shaochu stood up and called the wives waiting outside in, asking them to salute Zhang Ruochen one by one.

After one round, half an hour passed.

"You all retreat!" Zhang Shaochu waved to them.

Zhang Ruochen fell into silence. If it weren't for seeing Zhang Shaochu still wiping his tears, I really suspected that he was showing off.

King Mingjiang was originally a strong and powerful lord of the Holy Dao. At this moment, he was also whispered by Zhang Shaochu's cry. He felt a little empathetic. His eyes were red, his fists were clenched, and he said, "My reputation for life has been ruined! I am like being in hell, in a daze."

"This old guy has become a scourge." Zhang Ruochen said coldly.

Thousands of years ago, when Fairy Baihua visited Wang Shan, the old bastard gave her evil medicine. Fortunately, Zhang Ruochen and she were very restrained, so they did not make a big mistake.

If it had been possible for Zhang Ruochen and Ji Fanxin to be in conflict at that time, because of the drug, they would have turned against each other and would not have become close friends.

Zhang Ruochen said: "Where are those women? How many of them were persecuted by him?"

"This is not."

The King of Mingjiang was upright, showing his confident side, and said, "Based on the appearance and temperament of your twelve emperors, you just need to go out. Women who want to marry into the Zhang family can be shipped from the Mingzong Mountain Gate to the banks of the Luoshui River."

Zhang Shaochu was not willing to be outdone, so he stood up with an old body and said, "I am the prince of Yunwu County and a saint. I don't know how many women who want to be my princess."

Zhang Ruochen nodded and said, "Where is that old guy now?"

King Mingjiang really wanted to remind Zhang Ruochen to escape quickly, but when he thought that Zhang Ruochen had escaped, wouldn’t he have to continue living such a dark and hellish life in the future?

"Depending on the cemetery in the depths of Wangshan."

Immediately afterwards, King Mingjiang said: "Although that old guy is hateful, he is indeed an unfathomable existence. He is extremely exquisite in all kinds of Taoism and techniques, and is proficient in pharmaceuticals and alchemy. Mingzong was able to give birth to so many saints, holy kings and great saints. He rose to prominence in just a thousand years and became the top power in the Kunlun world. He made an indelible contribution."

Bao Lie and Murong Yefeng, who were sitting aside, both nodded slightly and agreed.

Then, Zhang Ruochen asked about ninth sister Zhang Yuxi.

Zhang Shaochu sighed: "My Ninth Sister has not reached the level of a saint. Although I have long distributed her a portion of the medicine to prolong her life, she still passed away five hundred years ago!"

"Actually, I deserve to die. It's all that old guy who forcibly elevated me to the realm of a saint and kept prolonging my life. And he told me that as long as I can still be reborn, I can continue to prolong my life."

Speaking of this, Zhang Shaochu cried again, feeling that he was living too humble and too unhappy.

Zhang Ruochen fell into silence and felt sad inside.

Looking back at the beginning, Princess Nine was the only royal member who was close to him. At that time, she was so young and energetic that she still kissed him happily.

That is the most sincere and purest relationship between siblings.

Life is bitter, sad and separation is hurt.

"When a person dies, nothing will be gone!"

Zhang Ruochen sighed quietly, looking at the catastrophe clouds that gradually dissipated in the sky in the distance, and said, "The holy monk who has attained enlightenment can be reincarnated and reborn. Why can't mortals not? If I can become a great practitioner in the future, I will need to build reincarnation, protect their souls, and let all living beings in the world have the opportunity to reincarnate."

Murong Yefeng said: "You said, is there immortality in the world?"

Immortality is a topic that has lasted forever from ancient times to the present.

Unfortunately, I have never heard of anyone who can truly live forever. Later, fewer and fewer monks who pursue and study it later became the height that all living beings hope to reach throughout their lives.

Because the gods can live a Yuanhui.

Zhang Ruochen said: "In the Hell Realm, there are some legends of immortality, but it cannot be proved true or false."

Murong Yue, who had never spoken, said: "Plant creatures can live for a long time. However, once they practice tactics and are involved in killing, they will be wiped out by the Yuanhui disaster. The ferocious plants do not live for a long time as humans."

"Let's not talk about these illusory things, let's go. Today is New Year's Eve, and everyone must be happy. Since there is a big banquet, we will not be drunk and return tonight." Zhang Ruochen took the lead in smiling and said.

Zhang Ruochen's identity cannot be revealed. After all, the New Year's Eve banquet could only be gathered in the residence of the sect leader of the Mingjiang King.

The Qingtian Holy Dragon, who changed into a human form, Qin Yutong, who reached the realm of the Great Saint after the tribulation, and the third disciples of Emperor Ming, Hongya, Chen Daogu, and Lu Yuanzhi, who rushed back from the holy altar, all joined the banquet.

Zhang Ruochen asked about the Elephant-Swallowing Rabbit Pot and the Demon Ape, and was told that they were caught by the old bastard and were responsible for guarding the cemetery.

At the banquet, everyone talked about the topic of immortality.

This topic was initiated by Zhang Ruochen because he was very curious about the way of the blue and blue that was practiced by Hongya, Chen Daogu and Lu Yuanzhi.

The dead monk in the holy realm can actually practice with only the holy soul, which is equivalent to living to the second life.

Hongya said: "Young junior brother, it's not that simple. If you want to practice the path of blue and fall and become a scattered saint, the holy soul cannot be missing. But think about it, usually, even if the holy realm cultivators who die in a life without being distracted, the holy soul will be missing more or less."

"Secondly, even if the soul power of a holy cultivator is strong, once he dies, the consciousness and memory contained in the holy soul will soon dissipate, and there is no time to practice the path of blue land."

"We can do it because after the death of the body, the holy soul was instantly attracted to the altar. The power of the altar can preserve our consciousness and memory for a long time, and buy time for us to transform the path of blue fall."

"It seems that the altar is the key." Zhang Ruochen said.

Lu Yuanzhi smiled and said, "How can all the treasures refined from the treasury of the Central Empire of the Holy Ming Dynasty be powerful?"

Hongya said again: "The Saint of Dispersion is actually very close to the ghost cultivator. When breaking through the realm, you have to overcome the tribulation. Similar to the ghost tribulation, you have to go through seven Saint tribulations to reach the level of the Great Saint. Once you cannot overcome the tribulation, your soul will inevitably be scattered."

"The difference between a sanctum and a ghost cultivator is that he can have the consciousness and memory of the previous life."

Zhang Ruochen asked, "The drawings of the holy altar and the cultivation techniques of the sanctum are all given to you by the father?"

"That's it." Lu Yuanzhi said.

Zhang Ruochen felt puzzled and said, "How could he have these two things?"

The Way of Biluo was created by Biluozi, a peerless god in the Middle Kunlun Realm. How could it fall into the hands of Emperor Ming?

The design drawings of the altar must not be drawn by a great sage.

Lu Yuanzhi spread his hands and said, "Senior Brother, I am just responsible for the construction. I am afraid that only he himself knows where the master comes from."

"May I give me a copy of the cultivation method of the Path of the Blue Lou and the drawings of the Holy Altar?" Zhang Ruochen said.

Lu Yuanzhi said: "Of course there is no problem!"

This New Year's Eve was extremely lively, and everyone drank and chatted.

Later, Zhang Shaochu called over a dozen talented people among his children and toasted Zhang Ruochen one by one, and each had to shout: "Uncle."

There is no way, as an uncle, how could he not give him a gift?

Unfortunately, the various treasures on Zhang Ruochen's body have been either refined by the ancient sword of the Chenyuan, or absorbed by the Holy Flowers, and they have become poor again for thousands of years.

Can't everyone give a sacred medicine for Yuanhui?

There was really no way, Zhang Ruochen took Shang Xia and Shang Yue out of the Qiankun Realm.

One of them is the innate fire spirit and the other is the innate water spirit, and they have reached the demigod realm.

Zhang Ruochen ordered them to cleanse the marrow and refine their bodies and improve their cultivation physique.

When King Mingjiang saw this scene, his eyes were gloomy and he immediately left the table.

A moment later, he brought more than a hundred children to toast Zhang Ruochen.

When Qin Yutong saw this scene, her expression of joy was originally due to breaking the realm and reaching the Great Saint, she became much more depressed, realizing that she was still too far away.

It is important to know that the two maids of Your Highness are both demigods.

That night, Zhang Ruochen drank countless cups and was in a happy mood, and felt a sense of openness when his heart was gone.

This New Year's Eve is destined to be unforgettable.

The next day, Zhang Ruochen went to worship Sister Jiu and met Lin Lingshan again.

Although the two had a lot of unhappiness when they were young, Zhang Ruochen no longer cared about it. In his later years, thanks to her, the relative of the Lin family, he was not as lonely as he left.

Lin Lingshan hid in the cultivation cave and refused to see Zhang Ruochen.

However, Zhang Ruochen could see the old figure standing behind the stone gate through the stone gate, and finally left a sentence "Cousin, take care of me" and turned around and left.

It was not until Zhang Ruochen walked away that Lin Lingshan sat under a bronze mirror in the cave with a crutch and staggering steps.

She looked at the extremely old face in the bronze mirror, her head of gray hair, and her trembling hands, searching everywhere, and finally found a comb.

After many years, she has combed her hair again, no longer black, no longer beautiful, and never returned to her former appearance.

"If there is a next life..."

In the cave, only hoarse crying sounds remain.
Chapter completed!