Zhang Zhixuan waited outside Fang City for three days, and finally waited for Chen Hongyuan, and the two made an appointment to open Qingyangfang City and go straight to Lushan Tiantai Peak.

Both of them were monks in the foundation building period, and they were already able to fly with swords, and it only took more than twenty days for the two of them to reach the bottom of Tiantai Peak.

As soon as the two of them came to the Houshan Hantan, the patriarch Zhang Leqian walked out.

"It turned out that Zhixuan was back, how did you go to Qingxuanzong this time? This fellow Daoist seems to be a friend you made in Qingxuan Sect, how is your Aunt Hanyan doing?

Is there anything you need help with? ”

"Thank you for your concern, my trip to Qingxuanzong went smoothly this time.

This time I went to Qingxuanzong, and under the introduction of Aunt Hanyan, I met Chen Daoyou, Chen Daoyou's alchemy skills are very high, and he successfully used the poisonous fire spider material to refine two third-order magic weapons.

I invited him to the family this time, hoping to build a spiritual platform for the family at Tiantai Peak. It just so happened that he had time recently, so he left Qingxuanzong with me and came to Lushan together.

In the last fifty years, there has been no spiritual measuring platform, and the family monks have relied almost entirely on the experience of the elders in selecting exercises.

Sometimes the elders are inexperienced and choose the wrong exercises, which delays many people. If a spiritual observatory had been built, the situation would have been much better. Zhang Zhixuan arched his hand towards the patriarch, and introduced Chen Hongyuan to Zhang Leqian as he spoke.

Fifty years ago, Zhang Leqian was defeated in Jiuhua Mountain, lost to Wei Mazi, He Laodao and others, lost the spiritual vein of Jiuhua Mountain, and lost the family's heavy treasure spiritual platform.

The Spiritual Observatory is a special structure and a large ritual weapon, the main function of which is to measure the spiritual roots of monks.

Building a Soul Measuring Platform is very troublesome, not only does it consume a lot of materials, but it also requires the refiner to burn a special formation to perfectly smelt different materials into one.

If the level of the refiner is not enough, the spirit gauge they refine will not be very sensitive, and there will be errors when measuring the spiritual root for the monk.

Therefore, when the immortal cultivator family builds a spiritual platform, they often invite high-level refiners, and only refiners above the third order can accurately measure the spiritual roots of the monks.

It takes about ten months to build a platform, but it often takes longer to correct for errors in the platform.

It often takes three years for a refiner to build a spiritual platform.

Chen Hongyuan undoubtedly has a good level, and he just showed his hand, which made Zhang Leqian completely relieved.

With the support of Zhang Leqian, the nineteenth uncle Zhang Mengling began to send a large number of family personnel to Xihefang to purchase building materials, preparing to start the construction of the spiritual platform immediately.

After coming back for more than ten days, Zhang Zhixuan has never seen Zhang Mengqin, the eighteenth aunt.

It is said that this is a good opportunity for her to learn alchemy, and it is very rare to follow behind a third-order refiner.

With a hint of doubt, Zhang Zhixuan directly found Zhang Mengling, the nineteenth uncle.

"Uncle Nineteen, why haven't you seen Aunt Eighteen recently?

Let the Eighteenth Aunt follow behind Immortal Master Chen, as long as she can learn a hand, it will be very beneficial to her alchemy. ”

Zhang Zhixuan's words made Zhang Mengling's face suddenly show a trace of sadness and shame, he shook his head with a wry smile, and directly took Zhang Zhixuan to the family cemetery.

A new tomb stands in the cemetery, on her left is the fourth uncle Zhang Menglong, on the right is the fifteenth uncle Zhang Mengchong, and on the left is the ninth uncle Zhang Mengquan, who has been missing for twenty years.

More than half a year ago, the eighteenth aunt Zhang Mengqin also followed Zhang Zhixuan to Black Python Mountain, and she was still safe and sound at that time.

Zhang Zhixuan has only been busy for more than half a year, and when he comes back, he will be separated forever.

When I went home that day, I couldn't see each other again.

"She's fifty-nine this year, and after next year, her vitality will begin to fail. After you left your family and went to Montenegro, Sister Meng Qin decided to take the risk of impacting the Foundation Building Period realm.

Although she was a woman, she was more arrogant than most male cultivators, and when she came back, she didn't listen to everyone's advice and insisted on choosing to retreat.

You left home on the front foot and went to Qingxuanzong, because the half-year period has arrived, and we forcibly opened her cave.

Despite our preparations, I still can't accept this reality.

She walked very miserably, every inch of her skin exploded, and a person who loved beauty so much before became so ugly.

In order to give her some dignity in the underworld, we had to stitch up the wounds on her body with needles and threads and bury her in the family cemetery.

When she left, no one in the family was by her side, and she didn't know how miserable her heart was.

Zhixuan! Your aunt is a woman, but she is far better than me.

For more than 300 years in the family, there are only a few people who dare to risk attacking the foundation building level without Tsukidan.

Except for you, the remaining four have all become a pile of bones, and there is only one female cultivator among them, which is your Aunt Meng Qin.

Your fourth uncle also wanted to impact the foundation building realm back then, but under the strict orders of the patriarch, he didn't take the risk.

He is the third-order formation mage of the family, and he is the most important monk of the family other than the patriarch, once the patriarch is gone, we can only rely on him to protect the family.

Sister Meng Qin left, which made me deeply understand that I am not the material of the cultivator, and I am far from the part of the monk who fights to the death.

I used to feel sorry for myself, I felt that I was born in the declining Zhang family, and if my surname was Wu, I am afraid that the foundation would have been laid long ago.

But the moment Sister Meng Qin left, it made me know clearly that even if I can build a successful foundation, I am afraid that there is not much future.

What about living a hundred more years? There will always be a day when people die.

From this year onwards, I am ready to marry a wife and take a concubine to enjoy the blessings. ”

Zhang Zhixuan knows that Uncle Nineteen has always been strict with himself and not close to women. Even if he is nearly sixty years old, he has not broken Yuanyang. He did this kind of self-discipline in order to impact the day of the foundation.

If it weren't for Aunt Meng Qin's tragic death, which gave him a great blow and made him feel a serious setback, he would not be so depressed.

This kind of inner struggle of monks often has to rely on themselves, and although Zhang Zhixuan can give him some encouragement, I am afraid it will not be of much help.

He's over sixty years old, not a six-year-old, just coax it.

Perhaps he chose to abandon the path, but it was the right choice.

After all, although he is more than halfway through his life, he still has a happy life, and it is a kind of happiness to be able to spend his old age peacefully and die in the arms of his wife and children.

The farewell of Black Python Mountain has become an eternal secret.

The six elders of the family when Zhang Zhixuan came down the mountain at the age of sixteen have now gradually withered.

The ninth uncle was the first to disappear, and then the fifteenth uncle died in the mouth of the demon beast in the Southern Wilderness, the fourth uncle was exhausted and sat down in advance, and the eighteenth aunt died in the cave in order to impact the foundation.

The five-person group that was in high spirits in the Southern Wilderness that day hunted third-order demon beasts with Qi cultivation period monks, and today, only Zhang Zhixuan and Han Yan were left.

Until now, the scene of the five people showing their might in the Southern Wilderness and completing the task of good deeds that is impossible for the foundation building monks to complete is still vaguely yesterday.

But now, facing this piece of the family's cemetery, Zhang Zhixuan suddenly felt an indescribable loneliness.

Maybe the monk seeks the Tao, just like this, cutting off the mundane fate little by little, and living alone until the sea is dry and the rocks are rotten.