At Yuran Mountain, fifty or sixty miles west of the mountain ridge, there are green mountains facing each other, and in the middle is a Bijiang River about thirty feet wide. The river is gentle and does not have the momentum of moving forward. Several fishing boats float on the river, bamboo roars, and the mountain songs are loud and echoing between the two mountains.

When Zhang Shiping heard the heartfelt light mountain song, he flew past the river and was attracted by the mountain songs without realizing it.

Zhang Shiping looked at the fishermen on the river, and the idea that they were more like immortals than themselves flashed through his mind. It seemed that they were much more casual than themselves in life except for their lack of magic power.

The fishing boat sings in the maple forest, sings late, do not worry about trivial matters, and do not think about gains, losses, sadness and joy. Zhang Shiping's eyes flashed with confusion. What is the purpose of his own practice?

For immortality, it is like the eternal and immortal golden crow in space. It is too far away. At least ninety-nine of the 100 immortal cultivators are the original intention of being immortal.

But some people are behind, some are dissatisfied, some are arrogant, some are timid, some are cowardly, and how many are able to cultivate to the Nascent Soul? How many are they transformed into the gods?

Zhang Shiping narrowed his eyes and looked up at the sky. The light was too dazzling.

He sighed, and his childhood flashed through his mind, saying loudly to his father in a childish voice that he wanted to become a golden elixir, a Nascent Soul, a family, and a long-lasting view. He also thought of the great elder's earnest expectations, father's encouragement, and confusion in his eyes a few days ago. He shook his head and threw it out. Why should he be too ambitious or mourn yourself?

Even if there are thousands of roads to heaven in the world, the right path is the right path, and every step is the right path.

The fishermen also looked up at Zhang Shiping who was flying over. The fishermen on the river were not surprised because they were fishing for immortals in nearby markets.

The old fisherman who sang a mountain song lowered his head again and stared at the fishing net that had just come out of the water. When he pulled the net, it was a little light, and only a few silver swordfish as big as a palm were netting. The old fisherman Cang Zhuo's eyes showed a little disappointment. He opened his voice and sang a few more words, then held the pole and drew another section on the river surface, casting the net again, spreading the fishing net into the water, and after a while, he pulled the net again, and his movements were so skillful that he seemed to be eating and sleeping.

Zhang Shiping heard the loud singing of the fisherman, but did not see the numbness of life in their eyes. Everyone envied the lives of others, but did not know that there were thousands of people in the world, and there was so much suffering.

After collecting his mood, Zhang Shiping had already driven the ancient boat to circumnavigate on the river surface, saw the market in front of him, and found the entrance to the formation. He immediately drove the magic weapon into the formation and entered the market.

As soon as he entered, Zhang Shiping saw peach blossoms, red flowers and green stamens in the market. The flowering period had passed, but these peach trees were still brilliant. Zhang Shiping drove the Qingling ancient boat to fall, put it away and walked in.

He called a middle-aged monk who had just passed by him and asked where Yifeng Tower was? Because the lotus jade simplified map he got from that person was very simple, and there were only one name in many places, so naturally he did not go as specific as the name of the store.

Originally, the middle-aged monk was a little impatient, but when he checked his spiritual sense slightly, he immediately turned into a very respectful expression. His attitude pointed out the direction of the wind for Zhang Shiping, and said it in great detail.

After hearing this, Zhang Shiping nodded, said thank you to him, and immediately walked quickly towards Yifenglou.

After walking in Fangshi Street, Zhang Shiping saw a flag hanging high with Yifeng Tower written on it. The three black characters were gray and not so conspicuous. The flag fluttered in the wind and the flag was shaking violently. Zhang Shiping didn't see it clearly at first sight. Until after walking, he turned back and looked at it a few more times before he understood what was written on it.

Zhang Shiping originally thought that Yifenglou was a restaurant and inn, but when he walked in, he found that it was just a shop, six or seven meters in size, and the counter was at the entrance, with brown and yellow wooden cabinets, which were lined up, but he had just reached Zhang Shiping's thigh.

There were many animal skins on it. There was a man wearing a gray apron and a black round hat on his head. The small knives in his hands were very special. The tip of the knife was not normal, but slightly blunt, divided into two forks, one long and the other short. The handle of the knife was longer and the tip of the tail was a circle.

The man had already made a bunch of animal skin pieces cut into the size of a palm in front of him. The man moved his hands very quickly and skillfully.

Zhang Shiping walked along the long wooden cabinet, and there were some valuable talisman papers on it, which were pressed with square wooden blocks one by one. These were all talisman papers for making talismans. They looked a lot, but I don’t know what the money was.

There were also long wooden slips neatly placed on the wooden cabinet, about four fingers wide. Zhang Shiping looked over and said the names of the spirit gathering array, the golden light array, the flame array, the ice array, the earth fire array... more than a dozen formation names were written.

When Zhang Shiping came in, the man had already stopped what he was doing and put down his knife. "Wei Dabao, the shopkeeper of Yifeng Tower, met his senior, and I don't know what he needs?"

"I'm here to find Chen Qi and Su Shuang, I don't know if they are here." Zhang Shiping withdrew his gaze and said lightly.

"So it's Senior Zhang," the man nodded when he saw Zhang Shiping, with a smile on his face, "Senior Chen and Senior Su are here, wait a moment, I'll call them." He took out a note from the storage bag, read a few words to him, and after casting the spell, the note turned into a red light, and flew towards the back of the store in the blink of an eye, disappearing.

Seeing that he had sent out the notes and knew that he had not found the wrong place, Zhang Shiping waited with peace of mind and looked at the things on the counter.

"Does these spirit gathering arrays, golden light arrays, and flame arrays have ready-made array plate tools? There are other arrays in the store, which is best to prevent other monks from exploring their spiritual senses." Zhang Shiping pointed to the wooden slip on the counter.

"These array tools are all ready-made. As for preventing other cultivators from exploring the divine sense, Senior Zhang, how about this Five Elements God Formation? The price is a bit expensive, but as long as the spirit stones are sufficient to stimulate the full power of the formation, even if the foundation-building is not able to detect the formation in the later stage, there are no other offensive and defensive spells, and the effect is simple." Regarding the formation that Zhang Shiping asked about preventing others from exploring the divine sense, six of the ten immortal cultivators would ask, but if the other party was an ordinary Qi training cultivator, Manager Wei would only introduce some ordinary array plate tools, because most Qi training cultivators could not even afford ordinary array plates, let alone the second-level array plate tools used by foundation-building cultivators.
Chapter completed!