Chen Changsheng has been in a state of divine refining since his death.
He had given up on refining Qi and refining essence. These two physical exercises were something he simply could not continue.
Unless he can survive longer next time, maybe he will try.
He is not willing to use his precious time to do something with such low return.
Besides, he has no shortage of magic power now.
One head of beautiful hair is enough for him.
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It is the third day of July in the twenty-first year of Da Jingtian Shun.
There was a martial artist passing by Qiuyue Fang and resting in the tea shop. When he raised his eyes, he saw a sword placed in the blacksmith shop.
Later, he spent a hundred taels of silver to buy the sword.
After looking at it for a long time, he put the sword into the sword case.
"This sword should be the main sword in the box."
After buying the sword, he rode on his fast horse and continued on his way.
Niu Er from the blacksmith shop was smiling broadly while holding two ingots of silver.
The seventh day of July.
Tong Zhi called to the door to get the sword.
After delivering the money, Niu Er gave Tong Zhihuan a beaten sword.
However, what Tong Zhihuan didn't know was that the sword he was holding in his hand was no longer the sword he wanted.
Following his husband's instructions, Tong Zhihuan wrapped the sword in a sword case and hid it in his home.
After doing all this, Tong Zhihuan breathed a sigh of relief.
"I don't know when the immortal master will come to get it."
Tong Zhihuan muttered, thinking of this, he couldn't help but cursed himself for not living up to expectations.
I could have asked something at that time, but in the end I didn't dare to say anything for a long time.
What a pity.
…
Come next year again.
The peach trees in Liuyun Temple are already full of peach blossoms.
Junior sister Zisu is now standing tall and graceful, sitting under the tree admiring the peach blossoms.
"It's a good time of year again..."
Chang Shan muttered, now a few strands of beard have grown around his mouth, and in another year, he will have a full beard.
"Master."
Chang Shan turned around and asked: "Will sir come this year?"
Xuanhuang shook his head and said, "Probably not."
Chang Shan sighed and said, "I'm afraid Mr. Da can't see such a beautiful peach blossom."
"I still want to eat peaches more." Zi Su said.
Chang Shan smiled helplessly and said: "Eat, eat, eat, you know how to eat."
Zi Su said: "Then senior brother won't eat it and leave it to me to eat. How about that?"
Chang Shan shook his head and said, "That's not possible."
"Look."
There were constant laughter and laughter in the courtyard. Xuanhuang looked at his apprentices who were growing up, and his heart was filled with joy.
Zisu smiled, but sat under the tree and stared at the peach blossoms in a daze.
Chang Shan walked up and asked, "What are you thinking about?"
"I'm thinking about Senior Brother Nanxing," Zisu said.
Chang Shan was startled when he heard this name.
Zi Su continued: "Since senior brothers think peach blossoms are beautiful, senior brother Nanxing must also like to see them. It's a pity that he can't see them anymore."
Chang Shan let out a long sigh, stretched out his hand to touch the junior sister's head, and said: "Senior Brother Nanxing saw it, he is watching us in the sky."
Zisu also knew that these words were lies, but she was willing to believe them and gave herself some comfort at that time.
She said: "You should have seen it."
…
A field has been cultivated in the back mountain of Liuyunguan. Later, Xuanhuang found a water source on the mountain, dug a canal, and introduced it into the field.
Now the seedlings in the field are neatly arranged.
Xuanhuang looked at this field with indescribable satisfaction in his heart.
When summer comes, there will be food to eat, and not only food, but also peaches.
Nowadays, a well has been drilled in front of the temple, so there is no need to go down the mountain to fetch it.
Xuanhuang especially enjoyed this moment. In his opinion, rice fields, wells, and peach trees were all gifts.
In the second year.
Xuanhuang crowned his eldest disciple Chang Shan and his second disciple Shang Lu in the temple, but did not give them titles because Xuanhuang felt it was against the rules.
Although he was an elder, his knowledge was not as good as Chang Shan's. Chang Shan was very talented and had a teacher to teach him, so he understood many more things than he did, so it was most inappropriate for him to give him the title.
In order to avoid discussion, Xuanhuang didn't give anyone a title, saying that he would make the decision when he returns next year.
Who would have thought that these years would fly by so fast.
The spring breeze disperses and the summer breeze blows.
Liuyun Temple was busy in full swing. Chang Shan made a special trip down the mountain to buy some new tea. Junior sister Zisu also started to tidy up the Taoist temple, sweeping away all the cobwebs and dust.
As Xuanhuang got older, his legs and feet became a little less flexible, so he just wiped the statues in the temple.
After doing all this, the master and disciples looked at the brand-new Taoist temple and felt an indescribable joy.
"It's really clean." Xuanhuang murmured.
Chang Shan said: "I'm afraid Mr. Da will be shocked when he sees it."
"I guess I don't even know him anymore," Phytolacca joked.
Chang Shan asked again: "Master, how long does it take for Sir to come?"
Xuanhuang said: "In the past few years, it was June 16th. Counting the days, it is estimated that it will be these days."
"Is Mr. Da so punctual?" Zi Su asked puzzledly.
Xuanhuang nodded and said: "This has always been the case, sir."
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Tianshun year, June 13th.
Chen Changsheng woke up again. He stood on the official road leading to Qiuyue Fang, and he could see the rice fields between the countryside.
"The scenery remains the same."
Chen Changsheng smiled, shook his sleeves, and walked towards Liuyun Temple.
After being dead for another three years, he clearly felt that the area covered by his spiritual thoughts had expanded a lot this time, at least twice as much as the last time he woke up.
Chen Changsheng stood at the foot of the mountain.
He looked up and could vaguely see the peach tree emerging from the Taoist temple.
“It’s growing well.”
Chen Changsheng smiled, then stepped onto the steps and walked up the mountain.
After arriving at Liuyun Temple, Chen Changsheng found that the temple was much cleaner inside and outside.
He couldn't help but feel surprised, "Is it so clean?"
Chen Changsheng saw that there was no one in sight, so he knocked the door bolt.
"Knock knock!"
"coming!"
A voice came from the backyard.
Zisu ran to the yard happily. She originally thought that her master and brother had returned, but when she looked up, she saw the gentleman standing at the door.
"Big, Mr. Big!!"
Chen Changsheng smiled warmly and said, "I have grown a lot taller."
After Zisu was astonished, she quickly stepped forward and said, "Mr. Da, come in and sit down."
"Are you alone in the viewing room?"
"Master and brother have gone to the workshop and should be back soon."
Zi Su went to the house and took out two peaches.
She was a little at a loss. After sitting down, she said: "Sir, eat some peaches."
Chen Changsheng nodded, picked up a peach and said, "This peach is quite big."
Zi Su smiled and said: "Every year, there are so many peaches that I can't finish them all."
"Yeah."
Chen Changsheng looked at the peach tree. With that hair there, it was impossible for the peach tree to grow poorly.
"How is your master doing lately?"
When asked about this, Zisu's expression changed obviously, and he said: "Master, he is getting old, and he is indeed not as good as before."
Chen Changsheng sighed slightly after hearing this.
Flowers falling and blooming are the norm.
After all, Xuanhuang did not live as long as his master.