Chapter 574 Choose a side? [Seeking monthly tickets and subscriptions]
The Jade Talisman Vein and the Seven Peaks are actually quite far apart.
But after the Yuanshen, his speed increased several times.
So now the distance between the Jade Talisman Vein and the Seven Peaks is not too far for Wang Zijia.
In just a few minutes, he arrived at the Seven Peaks.
Looking down, the four peaks were guarding, and the core three peaks stood quietly.
It hovered slightly in the sky for a moment, and did not go straight to the main peak in the middle, but went to the Demon Suppression Peak.
Let's meet Li Zhengfang first, after all, it is an appointment.
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A silver stream of light flashed by, and it arrived at the Demon Suppression Peak in a moment.
Unlike the hustle and bustle of other peaks, the Demon Suppression Peak is unusually quiet. It is not only a description of the environment, but also a description of the Taoism and personnel.
There are not many buildings in the entire Demon Suppression Peak. Except for the large spiritual fields and a few disciple buildings that take care of the spiritual fields, the rest of the place is almost all trees.
Only at the foot of the mountain, there are several urban buildings.
In addition, there is a large group of buildings near the top of the mountain.
That is where the disciples of the Demon Suppression Lineage live. The entire Demon Suppression Lineage is much quieter than the Sutra Repository!
On the top of the mountain, the buildings are somewhat peculiar, with a flavor of the pagoda forest in the backyard of Buddhism.
The entire top of the Demon Suppression Peak is densely packed with thousands of high and low pagodas.
In a strange formation, they are built in a staggered manner on the entire top of the mountain.
In the center of the many towers, there is a nine-story pagoda tens of meters high, standing quietly at the core of the many buildings.
This is not only a building, but also one of Wanyu's immortal treasures: the seventh-grade immortal treasure Demon Suppression Tower!
Perhaps because he couldn't figure out Wang Zijia's specific personality, Li Zhengfang didn't arrange the meeting place in the tower.
Instead, he arranged to meet in a building complex not far from the Demon Suppression Tower, in a courtyard belonging to him.
After all, entering someone else's magic weapon is not a good thing.
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When Wang Zijia floated to the front of the courtyard, the two gatekeepers saw him and immediately bowed respectfully and said, "Meet the God!"
Wang Zijia nodded lightly, and before he could ask someone to pass the message, the gatekeeper said, "The ancestor has been waiting for the God for a long time, please come this way, God."
Wang Zijia didn't say much after hearing this. He put his hands behind his back, followed the children calmly and calmly, and stepped into the courtyard.
The whole courtyard is not too big, and the layout is a bit too elegant, like a female nunnery.
The boy didn't take him to the main reception hall, but came to a side hall and stopped. After bowing to Wang Zijia, he indicated that the ancestor was inside.
Wang Zijia frowned slightly and stepped into the side hall.
Well, is it a study?
Or a practice room with a more elegant layout.
Li Zhengfang was standing in the room, with his back to him, looking up, looking at something.
Wang Zijia looked up and his expression paused.
There is a painting on the wall, or rather, a huge animated picture scroll of immortals!
The protagonist of the huge scroll is a lifelike young man with a peerless face, a fierce temperament, and a murderous look in his eyes.
Sometimes five long swords shine to slay demons, sometimes huge lava fireballs fly in the air, and sometimes long spears fall like fire feathers and meteors.
Pictures flashed one after another, all of which were magnificent scenes of slaying demons and beheading monsters.
The pictures kept flashing and finally stopped on a city wall. A man and a woman stood quietly on the wall, and a faint sadness filled the air. There was obviously no words or text, but the meaning of parting was rendered very obvious and artistic.
Wang Zijia remembered this scene. Wang Zijia and Li Lan’s first meeting and many farewells on Fuhou City were all here!
Originally, it was a picture of old friends bidding farewell, but with the previous grand scene of slaying demons and the ending of Li Shenghong, this farewell picture has become a picture of dying in the frontier!
It has a bit more heroism and desolation, with a touch of sadness in the tragic and heroic, and the lofty ambition!
Wang Zijia was also a little stunned when looking at this picture.
He couldn't help but think of the things that happened eight thousand years ago, and Li Lan was one of the few good friends in Li Shenghong's half-year life!
After all, Li Shenghong was too clean, as clean as a saint, without any worldly filth, and it was difficult for people to approach him. Li Lan, the frontier garrison, was also one of the cleanest people.
He was also a silly monk who cared about the suffering of the people!
That's why the two of them could become good friends who appreciated each other, and became close friends in half a year without much contact.
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"This was done by my aunt who later switched to some painting techniques." After a long time, Li Zhengfang said so.
Wang Zijia also came back to his senses and nodded, probably understanding why Li Zhengfang knew him.
After all, this painting is not just about appearance, but also about the essence, spirit, and soul, all of which are extremely vivid. There is even a special breath in the painting.
After carefully appreciating this painting and seeing Wang Zijia who did not hide, you can recognize it at a glance. It is basically the same person.
"Did Li Lan... guard the border later?" Wang Zijia asked with some reminiscence and sadness.
Li Zhengfang nodded and said: "Aunt said that she is a vulgar person and can't do her best and burn herself out, but she can do what she should do and have a clear conscience."
"For this reason, she guarded the border for hundreds of years, and later took me to guard it together."
"It wasn't until the Immortal Alliance collapsed, the three sects separated, and the war subsided, that he returned to the Demon Suppressing Peak to spend his last days. He lived for eight hundred and seventy years, never married, but died with a smile on his face."
"I think she is satisfied with herself!"
Li Zhengfang's voice was faint, as if he was thinking of that distant time.
Seven thousand years is really too long for a tribulation monk!
Wang Zijia: "······"
Don't keep mentioning that you will never marry. You make it sound like we are having an affair!
"That's right!" Li Zhengfang seemed to have remembered something, and looked at Wang Zijia and said, "My aunt looked for Li Zhengfang and Ding Haiping in the whole sect back then, but couldn't find them."
"Later, after I was born, my aunt simply gave me this name. As for Ding Haiping..."
At this point, Li Zhengfang looked at Wang Zijia with a deep expression and said: "More than a thousand years later, I accidentally discovered a talented disciple in the sect, and he is called this."
"Just take over as a disciple and accept him as a master."
"I never thought that by now, we would both become tribulation monks."
This was what Wang Zijia did casually after he found out that he couldn't go to Wanyu.
When chatting again, Wang Zijia said that he was studying fortune telling, and then asked Li Lan to help find two disciples in Wanyu.
At that time, Wang Zijia had already been recruiting disciples and teaching people throughout his career, so it was not an excuse or a surprise.
It was originally done casually, but when Li Lan didn't find anyone, Wang Zijia knew that Li Zhengfang hadn't been born yet, so he ignored it.
Unexpectedly, Li Lan actually remembered it, and after finding no one, he simply named his gifted nephew such a name.
It really is······
But his portrait hung in the house, his nephew was given the name he said, and his nephew grew up listening to his stories.
Can you not misunderstand this?
Fortunately, Li Zheng was born many years after his death, otherwise he might have thought it was an illegitimate affair!
Wang Zijia didn't know how to answer the call for a while, and couldn't say:
Don't get me wrong, your aunt and I didn't have an affair... private... um, a romance, right?
"Alas..." Wang Zijia, who didn't know how to answer the question, sighed leisurely, full of vicissitudes of life.
Li Zhengfang was silent for a moment, then suddenly said: "Then should I call you Fellow Daoist Wang, or should I call you Senior Sword Immortal?"
When Wang Zijia came to the topic, his expression was slightly solemn, but before he could reply, Li Zhengfang frowned.
Suddenly said: "Let's go to Wanyu Hall to chat?"
Wang Zijia paused and said simply: "Yes!"
After saying that, the two of them left the room one after another, turned into light in the yard, and flew towards the Wanyu Hall on the top of Wanyu Peak, the main peak next door.
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When the two arrived at the main peak and stepped into the unusually grand hall, there were already many people waiting in the hall.
The main hall of Wanyu is very large, not because of the size of the building, but because the internal space has been expanded to an exaggerated extent.
The entire hall can accommodate at least hundreds of thousands of people to discuss matters together.
At the core of the main hall, there are three high jade seats like dragon chairs. Next to the high chairs, there are several other seats lined up.
At the center of the room, Ding Haiping was sitting quietly. Next to him was a carefree young man who smelled of alcohol and had rarely tidied up seriously. He was sitting lazily.
On the seats around them, there were also many Yuanshen Daxiu cultivators. Zhang Decheng and the three elders of Feisheng Hall were all in this group.
A large group of people were waiting for their arrival.
It was obviously a bit too formal. It was probably not the way to wait for casual disciples to be promoted to Yuanshen.
Li Zhengfang and Wang Zijia came to the main hall together. Wang Zijia stopped in front of the hall, and Li Zhengfang walked to the main seat.
Wang Zijia saluted everyone, and all the cultivators, including the headmaster and several other major cultivators who had transcended the tribulation, stood up and returned the salute.
The next moment, behind Wang Zijia, an Immortal Amyrlin throne of similar size to the three main seats quickly grew out of nothing.
Seeing this, Wang Zijia didn't hesitate and sat on the seat openly.
"Fellow Taoist Li, has his cultivation level stabilized?" Ding Haiping was the first to speak with some hesitation.
"Headmaster, just call me Wang Zijia!" Wang Zijia said lightly.
The eyes of many Yuanshen Daxiu cultivators around him all lit up when they heard this.
The headmaster Ding Haiping paused and said: "You don't plan to return to Daqian Shenjing? If I checked correctly, you should be the ninth brother of the Daqian royal family and the current imperial magistrate Li Shenghui, right?"
Wang Zijia shook his head and said: "Don't mention it now, eight thousand years ago, from the day I left Shenjing, I swore never to return to Shenjing again in this life."
Wang Zijia looked indifferent, maintaining some of Li Shenghong's personal characteristics. Since it is reincarnation, some things can be different, but some things remain unchanged.
"What do fellow Taoists think of Daqian and Wanyu?" Ding Haiping asked.
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