Chapter 771 Soft Spot

Chapter 300: Softness

Today, Qingchan's call of "Brother Zhixuan" suddenly made him realize that there might be no point in practicing Taoism like this.

The purpose of a cultivator's pursuit of Taoism is to be free and detached. Perhaps the two should let nature take its course, not suppress the desires of the body, and leave a descendant for the bloodline of the two families.

Zhang Zhixuan just thought about this, but found that Qingchan's face was a little red.

He looked up and saw that the idle people on the roadside were already pointing at them. After all, the folk customs in Lushan County were very conservative, and Qingchan riding on his neck was indeed a joke.

Facing the pointing of the crowd, Zhang Zhixuan let Qingchan ride on his shoulders to watch the monkey show.

When the market was over, Zhang Zhixuan looked at Qingchan with a blushing face and suddenly said, "Go home and have a look!"

The mortals watching didn't know that the two men and women who were boldly flirting on the street were more than 740 years old in total, and their age was far older than the grandfathers and grandmothers of the onlookers.

For more than three hundred years, the two of them rarely came to the mortal world. Although Lushan County was their ancestral land, the local mortals did not know the two most important ancestors of the sect.

The people who maintained order were all innate cultivators, and it was impossible for them to have seen the couple.

Moreover, Zhang Zhixuan and the others had collected their auras, so even if a Jindan-stage cultivator met them, there would not be a trace of mana fluctuations on their bodies.

Qingchan's former residence was still well preserved.

Because he hated Qingchan's distant relatives who were obsessed with fighting for property, Zhang Zhixuan did not give them this very exquisite courtyard, but kept it.

After Qingchan built her foundation, Zhang Zhixuan knew that every blade of grass and every tree in this courtyard was the softest part of her heart.

Although she seemed to have no weaknesses in her heart, she hid her weaknesses in the deepest part.

But in the heart of Zhang Zhixuan, a partner who had slept with her for many years, Qingchan's taboos were naturally clear.

Although he did not take over as the patriarch and did not hold the power of the family at that time, he ordered the officials of Lushan County to regularly repair and clean this place.

For hundreds of years afterwards, he would occasionally write letters to instruct the family of Tiantai Peak. He asked them to repair and maintain it regularly.

The core monks of the Zhang family all knew where this place was, so they naturally took good care of this small courtyard and dared not touch any grass or tree in the courtyard.

If there were occasionally worn-out doors and windows in the courtyard, the officials of Lushan County would replace them immediately, and even the gauze curtains and paint colors on the doors and windows were still the original materials.

This small courtyard, the door and window layout, is still exactly the same as it was three hundred and sixty years ago.

The only difference is that several towering trees have grown in the center of the courtyard.

Qingchan leaned on Zhang Zhixuan's shoulder with attachment, as if she had returned to her girlhood. She moved her steps briskly and caressed the two tall trees affectionately.

A Yuanying monk couldn't help but burst into tears.

Although Liu Hushan's cultivation was very low, he was indeed a good husband and a good father who was deeply in love.

Qingchan had no shadow of her mother in her memory in this life. Her impression of her mother only came from her father's narration when she was a teenager.

Qingchan's memory has been far superior to that of ordinary people since he was young. After six or seven months of birth, he can remember almost everything clearly.

Qingchan now remembers her father's voice, appearance, smile, voice and conversation clearly.

Unlike Zhang Zhixuan, Zhang Zhixuan has memories of his past life and has the thinking of an adult. He may not be too attached to his father. Although he is also in pain, he gradually resolved this obsession after avenging his father.

And Qingchan's obsession still lingers in his heart.

This obsession is a demon in Qingchan's heart before he formed a baby. It happened that missing his deceased father was not a big ordeal. Relying on strong willpower, Qingchan overcame the demon in his heart and successfully formed a baby.

"Brother Zhixuan, I planted these two jujube trees myself. I was only three or four years old at that time. With the help of my father, I dug the tree pit and planted the jujube trees. Now think about it, more than 360 years have passed."

Zhang Zhixuan gently hugged Qingchan and whispered in her ear to comfort her: "Qingchan, sometimes you should think more open-mindedly. Birth, aging, illness and death are common to all people. Everyone will die. The law of heaven is reincarnation and the world is impermanent. If we hadn't encountered the cat demon and killed people, my father-in-law would not have died. We might never have met in our lives and gradually walked on two different paths.

That day you You may feel better if you think about losing your father but gaining your husband.

Even if we are already masters among the immortal cultivators, the next fight may still destroy our souls and ruin our path.

There are millions of cultivators in the immortal world, and no one knows who can take the first step to becoming an immortal. To live forever is our greatest wish. If one day I walk ahead of you, I hope you will be firm in your heart and must take the first step to becoming an immortal. "

Qing Chan grabbed Zhang Zhixuan's hand fiercely. At that moment, she even used the powerful strength in her body, and she couldn't even control her cultivation breath. A strong and violent breath appeared in the courtyard, instantly alarming the cultivators in Lushan County.

In an instant, more than thirty spirit talismans flew out to Lingjing Mountain, and more than a dozen escape lights fled into the Lingjing Mountain mountain protection formation in a panic, notifying the Jindan master of the abnormal situation.

Lingjing Mountain is only a dozen miles away from Lushan County. In less than half a minute, Lin Ruohua, the dean of the Guardian Academy, appeared outside the courtyard and saw the two ancestors of the sect.

Although Lin Ruohua did not have a deep understanding of the Dao and could not understand the actions of the head and his wife, he felt that they had strange personalities. They actually concealed their cultivation and infiltrated the mortal world, causing chaos in the sect and mobilizing troops, but no one knew why.

"Does the headmaster want to test the sect's reaction speed? That's too idle." Thinking this in her heart, Lin Ruohua was about to say hello to Zhang Zhixuan and the others, but was stopped by Xia Youqing who came second.

Xia Youqing has reached the ninth level of the Golden Core, and the sect's treasure, the Purple Sun Sky Fire Talisman, has been temporarily handed over to her.

Hearing that a Nascent Soul appeared in Lushan County, she sent talismans to several Nascent Soul elders while preparing to fight the enemy with the Purple Sun Sky Fire Talisman.

Xia Youqing's roots are better than Lin Ruohua's. In the two hundred years of recuperation, she has gradually gained the understanding of the heart of Tao.

Seeing that Zhang Zhixuan and his wife did not reveal a trace of breath, Xia Youqing instantly sensed a feeling of returning to nature. There was a bit of joy on her face, thinking that the probability of Zhang Zhixuan forming a baby might be eight or nine out of ten.

She immediately grabbed Lin Ruohua's sleeve, shook her head, and pulled Lin Ruohua back to the cave immediately. Several nearby Purple Mansion Foundation Buildings responsible for monitoring were also ordered to retreat by her.

The atmosphere in the hospital was very depressing. I was busy all day but didn't write a single word.

I have more than 500 degrees of myopia and I am not used to typing on my phone. It was the second day after I came out, and I even uploaded the wrong manuscript. I am really sorry.

I can only trouble everyone to refresh it. Next month I will adjust my state and try to update three times a day.

I guess I can't go back until Friday, which is really troublesome. The manuscripts in my memory can last for a day tomorrow. I guess I will stop updating on Thursday.