By the time Zhou Ping opened his eyes in a daze, it was already three days later.

"You're finally awake!" a smile finally appeared on Chu Ci's pale face.

Zhou Ping was in a trance for a while, and then asked, "How long have I been asleep?"

Chu Ci said helplessly, "You have slept for three days, and you know how to practice that set of broken fists every day, and now something is wrong!"

"I'm sorry to worry you. Zhou Ping rubbed his temples and said slightly apologetically.

As his consciousness gradually became clear, those words gradually appeared in Zhou Ping's mind, and he gradually truly understood the truth about the disappearance of Tang Shenghuang's handwriting.

It turned out that it had always been in his body, and it had never been lost, and the peerless powerhouse who had rescued him was the first powerhouse under the firmament thousands of years ago---- Tang Holy Emperor Li Chengyuan.

Li Chengyuan chose Zhou Ping, who also had the same flawless soul seed as he was alive, as his inheritor, and handed over the cultivation method he had created with his life's energy to Zhou Ping, and the name of this method was ---- to be an immortal.

For immortals, from the literal meaning, you can see Li Chengyuan's arrogance when he first created this method, how long and arduous the road to seeking immortals is, and he actually dared to name this method with the word 'for immortals', which shows that this method is absolutely extraordinary.

Seeing Zhou Ping stunned and motionless, Chu Ci stretched out his little hand and waved it in front of him.

"Zhou Ping, aren't you stupid?"

Zhou Ping hurriedly came back to his senses, and then hurriedly asked, "Where is Uncle Chu now?"

"He, when he heard that you were unconscious, he rushed back immediately, and now he should be in the back mountain. Chu Ci pursed his lips, obviously he didn't care so much when his biological daughter was sick.

When Zhou Ping heard this, he immediately got dressed and walked towards the back mountain, he now has too many doubts, and only Chu Li can answer them.

Just as Chu Ci turned around, Zhou Ping had long since disappeared, leaving her in the room, picking up the lotus seed porridge cooked for Zhou Ping and drinking it cleanly.

When he came to the back mountain, Zhou Ping saw Chu Li sitting alone in front of a tomb, with a wine jar lying horizontally beside him.

Zhou Ping glanced up at the tombstone, knelt down and kowtowed respectfully three times, then cautiously walked behind Chu Li and shouted softly, "Uncle Chu." ”

Chu Li glanced back at Zhou Ping, the flush on his face subsided a little, patted the ground beside him, and motioned for him to sit down.

"Is there something wrong with the Flawless Soul Seed?" Chu Li asked in a deep voice.

Zhou Ping nodded, and then asked, "Uncle Chu, did the Tang Holy Emperor leave something on me?"

Chu Li glanced at him deeply, his eyes were surprisingly gentle.

"You know everything?"

"In the past three days, something suddenly appeared in my mind, and it seems that he left me a cultivation method..."Zhou Ping told Chu Li everything about the method of being an immortal, and then asked, "Should I practice according to this set of exercises?"

"Zhou Ping, you should have your own choice, I can't be by your side for the rest of my life. Chu Li patted Zhou Ping on the shoulder, and then looked at the tombstone.

"You are the person he has chosen, if he doesn't even have his own decision, I'm afraid he will be extremely disappointed under the Nine Springs. ”

"I..." Zhou Ping was speechless for a moment, nervously tugging at the corners of his clothes.

Chu Li slapped his brain fiercely, and said angrily, "If you want to practice, you can practice, if you don't want to practice, you won't practice, it's quite a big guy, why don't you have Chu Ci's little girl!"

Zhou Ping clenched his fists fiercely, and when he raised his head, he saw that the lonely grave he saw was engraved with four words---- Zhou Zhen's tomb!"

Zhou Zhen is the real name of the old tobacco pouch, and what is buried under this grave is only the old tobacco pouch pot brought back by Zhou Ping, which can be regarded as a well-dressed mound.

"I want to practice, of course I want to practice!" Zhou Ping seemed to think of the old cigarette pouches and Yama soldiers who died for him, and roared with red eyes, "But my soul seed has disappeared, how can I practice?"

"What?" Even the well-informed Chu Li couldn't help but be shocked when he heard the news, and immediately put Zhou Ping down and lay down, then closed his eyes and examined it carefully.

"Huh?" Chu Li opened his eyes in surprise when he checked Zhou Ping's head, and then said to Zhou Ping, "Your soul seed did not disappear, but moved to the location of your Yintang acupoint. ”

"Really?" Zhou Ping heard Chu Li's words and immediately bounced off the ground excitedly.

"So my soul seed hasn't disappeared, I can really cultivate into an immortal method!"

Zhou Ping's voice trembled a little, and his heart was full of mixed feelings.

If Zhou Ping had never seen the scenery on the top of this mountain, then he might have been willing to be a weed at the foot of the mountain for the rest of his life, but when this weed looked up and glimpsed the majesty of this corner of the world, something took root in his heart.

Zhou Ping gently closed his eyes, put all his energy on the Yintang acupoint in the center of his eyebrows, silently felt the lost soul seed, tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, and he forced himself to start sobbing quietly, until finally grabbed his unkempt hair, knelt on the ground and cried loudly.

Chu Li sat on the side and watched this ill-fated boy vent his emotions to his heart's content for the first time, and his nose couldn't help but be a little sour, he grabbed the wine jar and slowly poured it to the ground.

Uncle Zhou, respect you!

At that moment, Chu Xuan secretly swore that he must cultivate this child into a strong man who stands up to the heavens and the earth! At the very least, he must not let him insult the name Zhou Ping.

That night, a boy knelt before the lonely grave and worshiped the man who had taken his name, and the lonely souls who had been displaced to protect him.

A few days later, a carriage stopped in front of the hut.

"Chu Ci, Kyoto is no better than home, when you get there, everything will listen to your brother Zhou Ping, and there will be less trouble. When Chu Li sent Zhou Ping and Chu Ci to the carriage, he kept admonishing: "Don't be impulsive when you encounter something, and don't provoke others!"

Chu Ci made a bitter face, sighed, and asked Zhou Ping, "Why didn't I usually find out that my father talked so much?"

Zhou Ping smiled slightly, as if he was enjoying this atmosphere.

On that day, after he decided to practice the "Book of Immortals", Chu Li asked him and Chu Ci to go to the southern country of Kyoto to study.

It seems that Chu Li has already made arrangements, if Zhou Ping chooses to embark on this long road of seeking immortals, then let him go out and break through, but if he chooses to live the life of an ordinary person, then change his name and help him find a job without worrying about food and clothing.

The name Zhou Ping, there is no reason to put it on a waste to make people laugh!

Chu Ci's mother grabbed her hand with tears in her eyes, and combed her hair with red eyes.

Chu Ci secretly wiped a few tears, forced out a smile and said to his mother, "Mother, it's not like I'm not coming back." ”

"Okay!" Chu Li put Chu Ci into the carriage, turned his head and said, "Where are there so many sad springs and sorrows, and the child is not coming back." ”

Zhou Ping stood silently aside, and finally looked back at the green mountain where he had lived for a year.

"Zhou Ping. Chu Li walked up to him, patted him on the shoulder, looked at his clear eyes, and the two of them smiled in unison.

"It's time to go. ”

There are some emotions that don't need too many words to express.

Zhou Ping nodded, sat in the car and closed his eyes gently.

An old man with a cigarette pouch and pot smiled at him, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

yes, old cigarette pouch, it's time to go.