The ancestor is incompetent!

Chapter 118 Ziyang Cave Heaven
At dusk, the setting sun was like blood, dyeing the sparkling river surface into a glittering brocade. Zhang Qi leaned alone under the winding old willow tree by the river. He was thin, wearing a white long gown fluttering in the wind, a few strands of hair hanging down in front of his forehead, and even with his eyes covered, it was difficult to hide his handsomeness.

His eyes were slightly distracted as he looked at the river surface, as if he wanted to see through the flowing water and explore the world beneath the water.

In the distance, a few fishing boats were slowly returning, their oars paddling the water, breaking up the glow of the river, and the ripples were spreading slowly. In the past five years, the water of the Qi River has been flooding, submerging nearly a hundred miles of low-lying fields and turning into a large lake.

Sometimes, late-returning water birds would fly low overhead, their chirping sounds disturbing the tranquility of the river. Zhang Qi's eyes would quietly follow the bird's trajectory until it disappeared into the reeds on the opposite bank, only then would he come back to his senses.

He took out a jade slip and carefully recorded the appearance of the lake today. The slip was densely packed with no less than hundreds of thousands of words. It not only recorded the Qi River, but also the hundreds of rivers and lakes of all sizes along the way to the west.

A river map emerged in Zhang Qi's mind. Indistinctly, these waters formed a river that was nearly 70,000 miles long and led directly to the West Sea.

This is a very obvious path, the path to becoming a dragon.

Others may just be guessing, but Zhang Qi has confirmed that the old dragon's starting point is here.

The former Qi River is now the Daqi Lake.

The dragon walks on the water, covering the fields for thousands of miles.

It is imperative that the common people sense the power of the dragon, call it a dragon out of awe, combine the image of Kan water, run into the sea, and transform into a dragon.

But hundreds of thousands of people in Yunzhou City and its surrounding areas are likely to suffer.

Even if he knew, he was powerless to change it, let alone dare not change it.

Otherwise, the old dragon might even flood the entire four states under the jurisdiction of the Qi Ling Sect in anger.

All strategies must come from strength!
Sometimes knowing too much is not necessarily a good thing.

He looked up at the clouds floating in the sky and murmured, "Master, if you were here, how would you choose?"

The Qi Ling in his arms flickered, indicating that the headmaster had summoned him for something. Zhang Qi turned around and prepared to leave, as dark clouds gradually covered the sky and heavy rain began to fall again.

The raindrops fell onto the lake, accompanied by thunder and lightning, and heavy summer rain.

After Zhang Qi left, the sky became even darker with dark clouds. Amidst the flashes of thunder, the mortals of Yuncheng looked up at the sky and seemed to see a long shadow shuttling through the clouds.

Suddenly someone exclaimed, "Dragon! It's a dragon!"

The thunder roared, and the range spread wider and wider, gradually covering an area of ​​a thousand miles.

A series of towering water tornadoes rolled up on the surface of Daqie Lake. The rumored dragon sucking water made the people nearby firmly believe that there was a dragon in the lake.

A dragon that stretched from the sky to the earth sucked water, and a black dragon hundreds of feet long emerged from the water and sank to the bottom of the lake.

In an instant, several strange visions of dragons sucking water turned into heavy rain and dispersed. The water of Daqie Lake surged and rippled, forming waves several feet high, which destroyed many villages near the lake.

The water of the Daqie Lake seemed to come alive from then on. Many hundred-year-old aquatic creatures in the water began to gain wisdom and transformed from animals into monsters.

After a heavy rain, Daqie Lake widened by a hundred miles, and from then on, the legend of the dragon would spread here.

Zhang Qi had naturally noticed the changes in Daqie Lake, and the head of the sect had also noticed it, but they didn't dare to do anything. If they went, and it was really that old dragon, they might even eat them up in one bite.

This old monster that has lived for thousands of years is naturally a very ferocious monster.

Inside the door, Zhang Qi looked at the two strange cultivators who had arrived at Guchunyuan, frowned unconsciously, and then said calmly: "Brother, these two guests are..."

Chen Guan had a faint smile on his face, "These are the two true cultivators from Shangyang Palace, Fellow Daoist Yangxuzi and Fellow Daoist Yanghua."

The older man with long hair smiled and said, "Greetings, Taoist Zhang. I am Yangxuzi. I came here today to ask you for a favor."

Zhang Qi became alert, "My skills are not very advanced, I am afraid it will be difficult to succeed, you two should go back."

You know, peeking into the secrets of heaven and leaking the secrets of heaven are not the same thing. Peeping into the secrets of heaven will at most result in a slight loss of lifespan.

If the secret is revealed, the crime may be so serious that one may be struck by lightning!
Moreover, if too many secrets are revealed, even with the protection of a master, it will be difficult to escape the murderous intent throughout the world, and anything may lead to your death.

Therefore, he never thought of refusing when outsiders asked for divination.

"Fellow Daoist, there is no need to refuse so quickly." Yang Hua smiled and took out something. Suddenly, a refreshing fragrance filled the whole room. A fruit as red as a gem was held in my palm, emitting an enticing aroma.

"This is the thousand-year-old Shaoyang Zhu Fruit. Taking one can extend one's lifespan by sixty years. For Shaoyang and Huode cultivators, it has a great effect on both true cultivation and breakthrough realms or Qi refining. However, only the first time a person takes it in his life can it have such a great effect. The second time will only have less than 20% of the effect.

But it is also good enough to be ranked as a top-grade spiritual object of the Xuan grade!"

Zhang Qi was still unmoved. Just as he was about to speak, Yang Xuzi interrupted him and said, "Moreover, this Shaoyang Zhu Fruit is only to compensate for the loss of vitality you have caused. If you are willing, my Shangyang Palace is willing to give you a high-grade spiritual weapon and two kinds of mysterious spiritual objects that you have requested.

If you have figured out something, we would like to invite you to practice in the Fanyang Spirit Pool in my palace, so that you can regain your youth and vitality!"

"The Fanyang Spirit Pool?" Chen Guan was also quite shocked when he heard it. It is said that the Fanyang Spirit Pool was forged with the true status of a Shaoyang Taoist. It only needs to be refined to reverse the qi and blood in the whole body, making the old man rejuvenated and prolonging his life by more than 30 years.

The most important thing is the ability to rejuvenate a dead tree! If a true cultivator who is about to die can enter the Fanyang Spirit Pool, his blood and body will be restored to their peak state. Naturally, the breakthrough in realm is not comparable to a few decades of lifespan!

"In this case, are you willing to help?" Yangxuzi looked at Zhang Qi with a smile, waiting for his reply.

Zhang Qi hesitated for a while before asking, "Can you let me know what it's about?"

Yang Hua stretched out his hand and a beam of light shot into Zhang Qi's soul. Zhang Qi's mind moved and several lines of small words appeared in his mind.

"The Great Mysterious Dao, the Purple Sun falls into ruins.

This is an ancient saying that has been passed down. I hope you can deduce the location of the ancient Ziyang Cave Heaven."

"Dongtian?" Zhang Qi was shocked, and said to the two without thinking: "I can't do this, please find someone else!"

Facing his rejection, the two were not discouraged, but looked happy. The more people pry into the secrets of heaven, the more cautious they will be. Ziyang Cave Heaven is a thing of the realm of real people, and the fate involved will naturally make real cultivators tremble with fear.

But this also shows that we can be sure of practicing now!

Yangxuzi smiled and spoke again: "As long as Daoist friend is willing to help, I am willing to take out the earth-grade spiritual objects from Shangyang Palace!"

"Land product!"

This time even Zhang Qi was a little shocked. Earth-grade spiritual objects are rare treasures of heaven and earth that only Golden Elixir True People are qualified to obtain. They are treasures that are of great use to true cultivators in their ascension to the throne.

This time he hesitated.

Zhang Qi pondered for a long time, and finally nodded under the expectant gazes of the two, "I'll try my best!"

"Okay! Regardless of success or failure, I will go to Yang Palace to thank you, fellow Taoist!" Yangxuzi said happily.

"You are too polite, fellow Daoist. It is raining and thundering today, so it is not suitable to tell fortunes. I will tell you the result after five days when I can tell fortunes." Zhang Qi said, "Also, you two need to stay outside the mountain gate for the time being and not enter Qi Ling Gate."

"Well... okay, my junior brother and I will wait for the good news from you, fellow Taoist!" Yangxuzi responded with a smile, not looking angry at all.

The two of them left Qi Ling Gate with a smile and found a secluded place outside Qi Ling Gate to wait.

Yang Hua Zhen Xiu said with some dissatisfaction: "This person is too arrogant. Not to mention that he is from the Qi Ling Sect, even if we went to the Ling Long Sect, we were never kicked out."

"Okay, stop complaining. Divination is an extremely dangerous matter, and it involves many details. We just need to wait patiently. After thousands of years of planning, we finally have a clue. No matter what the price is, it is worth it!" Yangxuzi said with anticipation and excitement.

On the fourth day after the arrival of the Shangyang Palace cultivator, Zhang Qi stood in the room that had been prepared long ago. The light shone through the carved window lattices, like tiny golden scales, and fell on an ancient pear wood table. The plain cloth on the table was smooth and dust-free.

He had a sharp gaze, and was dressed in a long blue robe, sitting at the table. In front of him were three copper coins neatly placed, the coins were rusty and mottled, revealing the weight of history, as if they had been whispering secrets for thousands of years.

He slowly raised his hands, his fingers as slender as jade, and with a solemnity that could not be disturbed, he gently held the copper coins in his palms.

In an instant, the room was extremely quiet, with only the sound of Zhang Qi's slight breathing.

He closed his eyes lightly, moved his lips slightly, and muttered to himself. His supernatural powers activated wisps of golden light, like threads traveling through time and space, ethereal and firm, as if he was having an earnest conversation with the heavens.

Suddenly, with a sudden shake of his hands, the coin flew into the air like a frightened bird, tumbling and dancing in the interweaving of light and shadow, colliding with a few clear sounds, just like the prelude to fate.

The coins fell one after another, jumping and spinning on the table, and finally lying down safely. He took off his eyelids, opened his eyes, and stared at the hexagrams with a hawk-like gaze. His brows were sometimes furrowed, sometimes relaxed, and the lines in his eyebrows seemed to contain the key to interpreting the universe.

After a long while, he finally sighed, "The alternation of yin and yang, the ups and downs of the Dao. This is my destiny."

As soon as he finished speaking, the copper coin seemed to be shattered into pieces by some powerful force, turning into copper powder all over the sky.

The sunlight shone through, and under the mottled light and shadow, his hair was already full of silver, without a single strand of black.

……

On the fifth day, Yangxuzi and the other man outside the door waited anxiously for a long time, and finally saw a man flying out of the mountain, it was Zhang Qi.

But when the two saw his face clearly, they were shocked. Only five days had passed, but Zhang Qi's hair had turned completely white, even his eyebrows had turned silver, and his whole body exuded a sense of oldness.

"Fellow Taoist, you..."

Yangxuzi and the other two were so frightened that they dared not speak.

"My fellow Taoist, what you asked for is very great, but it ended up harming me." Zhang Qi said calmly.

"It was our fault! Master, please forgive me!" Yangxuzi immediately changed his address and became respectful, and also handed out the top-grade spiritual weapon and Shaoyang Zhu Fruit.

Zhang Qi flicked his sleeves, took the spiritual object, turned around and left.

Yang Hua Zhen Xiu hurriedly asked: "Master, what can you get?"

Zhang Qi walked along without looking back and chanted a poem:

The setting sun is burning, the evening clouds are thick, I am determined to find the secluded place in the distant hills

The secret symbols in the old scroll contain hidden meanings, and the crows’ cries lead to the desolate corners.

The golden light often hides behind the western mountains, and the spiritual music often floats from the distant valleys.

"Hidden West Mountain..." Yangxuzi said doubtfully, "This is only the first half!"

Zhang Qi's voice came from afar: "Take the earth-grade spiritual objects to exchange."

(End of this chapter)