I have been slaying demons in the Demon Slayer Division for thirty years

Zhang Cheng is a casual cultivator.

There is no guidance from famous teachers, no teachings from experts.

Along the way, I practiced hard and made many mistakes, the most serious of which was practicing both martial arts and Taoism.

It is equivalent to having no hope of Yang Shen and succumbing to his own path.

One true sentence is worth more than ten thousand books.

If someone had given me some advice, Zhang Cheng might have achieved first-class status.

Of course, the greater possibility is that he has already died on the road to Yin God Chunyang. Pure Yang spiritual objects are precious and rare, and must be fought for with one's life.

Zhou Yi comforted him: "There is a glimmer of hope in everything, Brother Zhang, don't be discouraged."

"I have lived, Lao Zhang, for three hundred years, and all principles are of no use to me."

Zhang Cheng sighed: "The only ones I can't let go of are those little guys outside. If I don't have someone to rely on in the future, life will be difficult."

Zhou Yi immediately understood that it was no wonder that he was invited to the bamboo forest to taste tea alone because he was planning to leave him alone.

Whether a family has a god-refining realm or not is a completely different concept. A middle-level or third-level qi-refining realm is a mortal master, while a god-refining expert is a god or Buddha in the eyes of ordinary people.

The Zhang family has been passed down for more than ten generations and has accumulated wealth and resources comparable to those of a middle-level cultivation sect.

Once Zhang Cheng is no longer alive and there is no new refining god to take charge, there will be more jackals, tigers and leopards to devour the Zhang family.

The Luo family is a lesson learned from the past. As impressive as Quan Zhen Yizhou was during his lifetime, once he died, the family would have many enemies come to visit.

Zhou Yi wondered: "You still have twenty or thirty years of life, do you still have time to cultivate future generations?"

"After hundreds of years of training, it should have been there a long time ago. Lao Zhang, I will keep twenty years for myself. I have been cautious all my life, and I must take a risk before I die."

Zhang Cheng explained: "Back then, I asked an old blind man to do a divination and asked me if I would have the hope of a sun god in this life. He gave me two opportunities, one big and one small."

"Which two places?"

Zhou Yi had a guess in his mind, but he didn't know where the other place was.

"A small opportunity lies in the Demon Slayer Division, but a big opportunity lies outside the territory."

Zhang Cheng snorted coldly: "Now that I have been in the Demon Slayer Division for decades, not to mention becoming a Yang Shen, I don't even know what chance is. A few days ago, I went to the old blind man to settle accounts, and I guessed that there would be a bloody disaster. Moved early and ran away.”

Based on the results given by the old blind man, Zhouyi deduced Zhang Cheng's opportunity, but the result was unclear.

The old blind man's divination was very good, and Zhou Yi had personally verified it, so the opportunity in the Demon Slayer Division should not be wrong. If the so-called opportunity is Zhou Yi himself, through deduction and arithmetic, we will definitely be able to sense the causal connection.

Obviously, the old blind man was talking about other opportunities.

"Brother Zhang, who is the old blind man? Such a mysterious way of divination cannot be passed down by a master."

It is difficult to get started with magical powers such as divination, even more difficult to master, and even more difficult to achieve. Without the guidance of a famous teacher and the inheritance of a sect, it is difficult to achieve anything even if you are extremely talented.

"It is said that he is a traitor to Tianji Palace and a direct disciple of Old Man Tianji. He betrayed the sect because he fell in love with a woman."

Zhang Cheng said mockingly: "This guy has calculated how many people will suffer from peach blossom tribulation, but he fell into the tribulation without knowing it. In the end, he had to dig out his eyes to cut off the cause and effect with Tianji Palace."

"Peach Blossom Tribulation?"

Zhou Yi's expression was strange. Even if the old blind man was neither blind nor lame, his majestic appearance... could only be said to be that the woman was blind.

"If you don't talk about these depressing things, Lao Zhou, you should understand the purpose of why I invited you here."

Zhang Cheng said: "I have made many friends over the past hundreds of years, but when I die, there may be many people who have spoken for the Zhang family, but there is really no one who can protect the Zhang family."

Zhou Yi nodded slightly. The longer he lived, the more cautious he became, and the thicker his skin became.

After attending many monks' banquets, I have already seen clearly the relationship between masters of spiritual refining, and the friendship stops at discussing the Tao.

For example, Hong Yue, the deputy leader of the Beggar Clan, often comes to Tiancheng Villa to discuss Taoism with Zhang Cheng, and seems to have a very good relationship with him. At the elixir appreciation banquet, Hong Yue already knew that the elixir was strange, but did not remind Zhang Cheng for fear of offending the Luojing City God.

With such a temper, how dare you leave the funeral arrangements?

Zhou Yi said: "Brother Zhang, don't worry. If the Zhang family has any difficulties in the future, you can go to Qingfeng Xiaozhu to find me."

Zhang Cheng was one of Zhou Yi's few close friends, and he had the kindness to guide and guide him, so it was right to protect his descendants.

Zhang Cheng shook his head and said: "It's just some scriptures, it can't bear such a cause and effect. The Zhang family is not a big sect, and there is no treasure that can catch your eye, only this..."

As he spoke, he took out a simple animal skin with graphics of mountains and rivers drawn on it.

"When I explored the ancient tomb with others, I got this ancient map, which recorded the location of a Tianyang tree. I took it as a reward for protecting the Zhang family."

The Tianyang tree is an extremely rare spiritual tree that can absorb the true fire of the sun on its own. It blooms and bears fruit every ten years and grows Tianyang spiritual fruit, which can be refined into pure Yang energy by taking it.

These mysterious spiritual trees are treasures passed down in the Buddhist and Taoist sects, and they continuously provide the sect with pure Yang spiritual fruits.

Zhou Yi took the animal skin picture and started to tan it with some kind of first-grade fire demon king's fur, which was as hot as coals.

Using mana to activate the animal skin drawings, the patterns of mountains and rivers flickered, turning into overlapping shadows. The brightest spot among them was where the Tianyang Tree was.

"Brother Zhang is not afraid that I will take advantage of it and won't take action when the time comes?"

"Lao Zhou can write the torturer's words and search for monsters. The merits are almost turned into a golden wheel. If you still don't keep your promise, then there will really be no good people in this world."

Zhang Cheng smiled as he spoke, and a ghost jumped out of his body.

He has a handsome appearance, long flowing hair, and a tall and straight posture. He should be what Zhang Cheng looked like when he was young.

The body of a cultivator who cultivates spirits will age slowly if he does not take pills such as the Tranquility Pill. The Yin God will still maintain its condensed appearance until the end of its life span.

Zhang Cheng Yin Shen appeared under the blue sky and white sun. He showed no signs of sluggishness in the face of the true fire of the sun. He had obviously completed his daily practice.

"To tell you the truth, Lao Zhang got a ride from your book and got a lot of merit. Otherwise, not to mention thirty to fifty years, within one or two years, his lifespan will probably be reached."

Zhang Cheng Yin Shen's face, expression, words and actions were no different from ordinary people, and he spoke sternly.

"This life-extending grace alone is enough to offset the Tianyang Tree. If the descendants of the Zhang family are not extinct in the future, Lao Zhou does not need to take action, just leave a trace of blood, so that I will not be blamed by my ancestors."

"That's what Brother Zhang wrote well."

Zhou Yi took out two volumes of books from his storage bag and said with a smile: "The love between humans and demons is described in them, which is very penetrating. I often watch them late at night."

Zhang Cheng said proudly: "Old Zhang, I have been collecting folk songs in the Man Yue Pavilion for eighty years, in the Yihong Pavilion for thirty years, and in the Chunfeng Pavilion for one hundred and twenty years. I have written about the poignancy and beauty of love between men and women. Even a true immortal is not as good as me!"

The two looked at each other and laughed in unison.

"Let's go to the vestibule to see my 100th birthday party."

Zhang Cheng let go of his worries and used the clues from the Tianyang Tree to fulfill his family's nurturing grace, and spent the rest of his time fighting for the Yangshen.

forecourt.

There were a lot of guests, and the house was full of distinguished guests.

The Zhang family had sent out invitations a few months ago to celebrate their ancestor's birthday.

The contemporary leader Zhang Yuzheng was talking to someone. When he saw Zhang Cheng coming out, he apologized and hurriedly came over to greet him.

"I've met my ancestor, I've met Mr. Zhou."

"Um."

Zhang Cheng nodded slightly: "From now on, Lao Zhou's status in the Zhang family will be equal to mine."

Zhang Yu's face was filled with joy, he took two steps back and knelt on the ground with a bang, and kowtowed three times.

"I've met Patriarch Zhou!"

When the children of the Zhang family in the banquet hall saw Zhang Yu's actions, they stood up, knelt down and shouted in unison, regardless of interacting with others and drinking.

"I've met Patriarch Zhou!"

"Get up, there's no need to bother."

Zhou Yi looked slightly embarrassed, seeing that Zhang Yu was at least forty or fifty years old, and there were many white-haired old men in the hall.

"The etiquette cannot be discarded. Please invite ancestors and Zhou ancestors to take a seat."

Zhang Yu bowed in front and led the way. The children of the Zhang family looked respectful along the way and did not sit down again until they passed by.

Zhou Yi's identity quickly spread out during the banquet. He was a newly promoted god-refining expert and was enshrined by the Demon Slayer Division. As for the magic and magical powers he was proficient in, he didn't know. He probably knew a little bit of everything.

Among the people in the banquet hall were experts in refining gods who had a good relationship with Zhang Cheng, including Hong Yue.

Several people also knew Zhou Yi. They sat together and chatted, talking about everything from north to south.

Zhou Yi has only been promoted to God for a short period of time. Even though he knows a lot, he doesn't say much. He just listens to the discussions of his colleagues and makes a comment from time to time to show his sense of presence.

suddenly.

The peach wood sword far away in Bibo Pond moved.

…

At the bottom of the blue wave pool.

Chen Qing escaped to the bottom of the pond, wearing armor made of fish scales.

The treasured armor forged by the Mohist secret technique can only be worn by thousands of captains in the Daqian navy. It can breathe and speak when entering the water as if it were walking on flat ground.

Following the route taught by the immortal, we went all the way to the bottom of the water and saw the ruins of the Dragon Palace.

The place where the treasure is hidden is in the back hall, and there is a high possibility of being patrolled by demon soldiers. Chen Qing took out a talisman and activated it with a drop of blood.

A flash of inspiration occurred, and Chen Qing's body twisted and transformed into a big herring.

Unless a third-level demon soldier is gifted with spiritual eyesight, he cannot see through Chen Qing's changes.

Along the way, we arrived at the Dragon Palace Treasure Palace. It seemed to be the residence of the owner, and only the word "blue" remained on the plaque.

Chen Qingyou entered the palace, changed back to his original appearance, moved the stone bed in the palace, lifted up the stone slab under the bed, and saw a wooden sword carved from peach wood.

"Is this the wooden sword that the immortal said was the treasure hidden by the Dragon King?"

Chen Qing picked up the wooden sword and sensed a surge of magical power from it, which he could control with just a thought.

"Who are you?"

A crisp voice sounded from behind.

Chen Qing subconsciously swung his sword and stabbed behind him. His magic power broke through the water and created vortexes at the bottom of the lake.

"Certainly!"

The woman held a jade seal and swayed her spiritual light to stop the vortex.

The vortexes dissipated one by one, and the woman's face turned pale and her breath was confused. It was obvious that she was having a hard time casting the spell.

At this time, Chen Qing saw clearly the person coming. She was a woman in her twenties, wearing a blue palace dress, her hair was swaying in the water, and the most unique thing was the two antlers on her forehead.

"You are the dragon girl!"

Chen Qing recalled the records in the Monster Search Records, and the woman in front of him was very consistent.

The dragon girl cupped her hands and said, "The maid of Luoshui Dragon Palace, Ao Ying."

"My name is Chen Qing."

Chen Qing responded in a panic, his movements a bit clumsy.

Ao Ying asked: "What are you doing here?"

Chen Qing said: "There is a group of demons occupying this Dragon Palace and harming people's lives. I will get rid of them!"

"I see, this is my childhood home..."

Ao Ying looked at the Taomu Sword and secretly guessed Chen Qing's origin.

What's more, the Demon Slayer Division dug three feet into the ground, and then it came to remember it several times, but there was absolutely no such treasure.

"ah!"

Chen Qing looked embarrassed, but the fierce man fighting the crocodile in the water was a little at a loss.

Ao Ying arched her beautiful eyebrows and said with a smile: "I also hate that monster occupying my father's residence. However, we are no match for it. Why don't we work together to eradicate it?"

"Ok, Ok!"

Chen Qing held the mahogany sword in his hand, sensing the surging magic power in it. He felt extremely confident and had to show off in front of the Dragon Girl.

…

banquet hall.

Zhou Yi remained calm on his face, and calculated slightly with his fingers secretly.

The origin of the dragon girl was immediately understood. The most favored daughter of Dragon King Bibo was also a descendant of Dragon King Luoshui.

An unknown number of generations separated the bloodline. When Bibotan was eliminated by the Demon Slayer Division, Ao Ying worked as a maid in the Luoshui Dragon Palace and was lucky enough to escape the disaster.

Today Ao Ying came to Bibotan to mourn her father, and happened to meet Chen Qing.

"Chen Qing is actually related to the dragon girl. I have clearly calculated before that he has been single in recent years..."

It's not that Zhou Yi minded Chen Qing's love, even if a woman's family would wear away the edges of a person, but because the appearance of the dragon girl was too sudden.

The Demon Illustrated Book suddenly appeared, and the pages flipped quickly, settling on the Cuttlefish Demon Illustrated Book.

My magic power has improved a little, probably for a third of a year.

After that, the page flashed continuously, and they were all little demons of the lower third level, and together they were no more than half a month old.

Chen Qing and Long Nu worked together, one held the water in the lake, the other used his sword energy to kill the big demon, and the other demon soldiers also chopped melons and vegetables to kill them all.

"Sure enough, my magic power has increased, so it's not because of the fairy sword, but my magic power?"

Zhou Yi borrowed the hands of others to kill the demon three times.

The first fox demon king, Xiaoyu holds the Qingsuo sword, which contains Zhou Yi's magic power.

The same was true the second time Li Chao killed the Lion Demon King.

Zhou Yi originally guessed that an immortal weapon was needed to have this effect. The demon-slaying sword he once gave to Yan Chixiao never received any mana in return.

Immortal weapons are precious and should not be given to others lightly. Even if they are not lost, they may cause death.

In this way, the dream of employing 100,000 workers has been put on hold for the time being.

This time, the wooden sword was placed in Bibo Pond to test the demon illustration book and to reward Dao Xing's mana.

A wooden sword cut from a fairy peach tree branch. Although the material is good, it does not have any forbidden inscriptions. It is at most a superior magic weapon. Because it contains the magic power of Zhouyi, it is still a reward for Taoism.

"So, I have become a battery now... If I want to increase the battery life of a worker, I still need to increase my mana!"

Zhou Yi was happy, but also a little uneasy. The appearance of the dragon girl was too strange.

The real immortal feels uneasy, which is equivalent to a warning.

Ao Ying is only a sixth-grade demon clan, and there is no need for exquisite magic to figure out its roots, so Zhouyi's magic power continues to trace the source and deduce it deeper, trying to figure out the origin of the inexplicable marriage between Dragon Girl and Chen Qing.

"Well?"

Zhou Yi snorted softly, and the magic power in his body reversed, and he actually suffered some minor injuries.

Surrounded by experts in refining the gods, they seemed to be chatting casually, but in fact, their spiritual consciousness took care of everyone, and the changes in Zhou Yi's aura were not hidden from them.

"What's wrong with Lao Zhou?"

Zhang Cheng asked with concern.

"There was a small glitch in my practice, it's nothing serious."

Zhou Yi asked: "Do you know any clues about Tianji Palace? I am willing to pay a heavy reward."

As he spoke, he took out a jade box and opened it to find a golden elixir. The fragrance of the elixir floated around, making people feel faintly intoxicated.

"Bacchus Pill?"

Zhang Cheng asked doubtfully: "Old Zhou, where did you get this elixir?"

"Of course I practiced it myself."

Zhou Yi's face is not red but his heart is not beating. Is there anyone who can go to Jin Jiuxiao for verification?