Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 157 Worshiping the Mountain
Taoist Guanshan shook his clothes, bowed to Hong Baichuan, and said solemnly: "You blocked that palm strike for me back then. I will remember it!"

Hearing this, Xu Yunfan suddenly realized that it was no wonder that Tiangong Cave chose to move to Lingnan Road.

The leader of Xuanzhen Sect would naturally not refuse such a great favor. This was a mutually beneficial matter, and there was even more emotion involved.

Tiangong Cave will naturally benefit from settling here, at least it will not be obstructed, not to mention that Hong Baichuan moved one of Tiangong Cave's assets here today.

Hong Baichuan's face also showed a nostalgic look, and he couldn't help but sigh: "Come to think of it, it's been almost forty years since we last met, right?"

Guanshan said: "Yes, it has been forty years."

"Forty years."

Hong Baichuan stroked the dark red palm print scar on his waist. The sound of metal being knocked against the black iron waist guard by his knuckles lingered in the heart of the Taoist Guanshan.

"Back in the day at the Quicksand Eye in the south of the desert, if you hadn't taken that old bald donkey's Vajra Palm, I would have really fallen in."

"Haha, it's a pity he didn't expect that my Tiangong Cave's horizontal training is unrivaled in the North. Killing me is a bit of a stretch."

Taoist Guanshan finally smiled. His emotions, which had withered with the passage of time, suddenly blossomed. He stepped forward and grasped Hong Baichuan's wrist. "Please! I've already sent someone to prepare a banquet. Let's talk while we eat."

"and many more!"

Hong Baichuan broke free from Guanshan Taoist's hand.

At this time, the mountain breeze swept across the ginkgo tree canopy, and golden leaves fell on the seven cold blades.

Under the astonished gaze of the Taoist priest Guanshan, Hong Baichuan opened his cloak, clasped his fists, and said loudly, "Tiangong Cave wishes to borrow the Ghost Crying Abyss in Shuzhou to re-establish its gate. I have brought the 'Xuan Ji Seven Stars Blade' as a gift to the mountain. I hope Xuanzhen Sect will grant you this favor."

Taoist Guanshan was startled for a moment, then smiled bitterly and said, "You old fellow, you really know how to put on a scene."

A smile appeared on Hong Baichuan's face.

"Let's keep things separate. If we don't make things clear and muddle through, it will be a taboo if our friendship becomes shallow."

Taoist Guanshan swept the stone table with his whisk, and seven weapons were put into the iron box with a clang.

The old Taoist raised his frosty brows slightly, a smile appeared on his face, and his voice was like an ancient bell.

"The mighty winds of the Ghost Weeping Abyss have been raging for a hundred years. If your sect wishes to suppress the evil spirits of the earth veins, it will be necessary to forge three hundred and sixty dragon-suppressing stakes. The Xuanzhen Sect still has seven thousand kilograms of red dragon iron in its treasury, and I will send a disciple to deliver them tomorrow."

It is reasonable for Qingyue Xuanzhen Sect to not refuse. No sect would refuse a major weapon-casting sect to settle in its sphere of influence.

What's more, someone like Hong Baichuan brought a top-grade treasure with him to pay a visit to the mountain.

Which sect would refuse?

Taoist Guanshan spoke lightly, but Xu Yunfan saw Su Zhenhe pause with his folding fan.

The black steel required for the three hundred and sixty dragon-suppressing piles is enough to make three thousand heavy armors.

The Xuanzhen Sect used seven thousand kilograms of Red Dragon Iron. Although they didn't have much use for it, such a generous gift naturally made Guanhe Daoren stare at Guanshan.

"The Red Dragon's iron nature is fierce, and it needs to be tempered with the sand from the South China Sea."

Hong Baichuan remained calm, "What a coincidence! When I came here, I collected ten boatloads of sunken sand from the Minjiang River. It's just the right time to practice."

Taoist Guanshan seemed oblivious to Taoist Guanhe's gaze and pointed his whisk towards the mountainside: "The banquet is ready, Master Hongmen, please."

As the bluestone steps wound their way up, Xu Yunfan became more and more amazed.

The flying eaves and brackets are looming in the clouds and mist. The Taoist temples located on the nearby peaks are even more magnificent than the entire Tiangong Fortress.

Su Zhenhe, who was standing by, saw the surprised expression on Xu Yunfan's face and pointed at the mountains with his folding fan.

"There are nineteen peaks in Xuanzhen, each with hundreds of true disciples, and three thousand inner disciples. There are many warriors like Brother Xu who have just entered the outer three combinations at such a young age, and they can be considered inner disciples."

Upon hearing this, Xu Yunfan naturally understood the other party's meaning. He pretended not to know and asked with curiosity on his face: "Brother Su is also an outer Sanhe, why is he worthy of your sect leader's true teaching?" Su Zhenhe had an indifferent expression, opened the folding fan in his hand, and made a crisp and light humming sound.

"I am different. My talent ranks first in the sect. I have only been practicing for three years. If it were not for the goal of completing the outer three combinations, my blood and energy would have already entered the realm of strength and flesh, and entered the realm of flesh refining."

Xu Yunfan nodded in agreement after hearing this: "Brother Su is right. When practicing martial arts, one should take one step at a time and proceed steadily. Only by reaching perfection in each realm and then moving on to the next realm can one reach higher levels.

As the saying goes, a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step, and a nine-story tower begins with a single pile of earth."

"well said!"

Su Zhenhe's eyes sparkled. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was the truth of the world. Even the way he looked at Xu Yunfan became more friendly.

"Brother Xu is so knowledgeable that he can actually speak such a profound and enlightening truth. I admire him."

Got it, hipster!
Xu Yunfan coughed dryly and waved his hand, saying, "I didn't say that. I heard it before, and I'm saying it now to fit the situation."

"I don't know who it is, but could you please tell me? If I have the chance, I will definitely go and pay him a special visit."

"...I guess it's all just turned into a handful of dirt."

"Really, that's really a pity."

Before he finished speaking, a tiger roared suddenly from the side of the mountain path.

Six shirtless strong men rushed past carrying a bronze tripod. The charcoal fire in the tripod reflected half of the leg bone of a strange beast. The leg bone was as thick as a beam, and the muscles on the broken surface were still throbbing.

"The Bashan pig I just hunted yesterday."

Su Zhenhe said nonchalantly, "When this beast went berserk, it knocked down two side halls. However, it gave the disciples three extra days of meat meals. You've come just in time to try it. It's a rare beast that the sect has specially kept in the mountains."

The banquet was held in Zhaixing Pavilion.

The dome made of sunken wood was inlaid with luminous pearls. As soon as Hong Baichuan and Xu Yunfan sat down, they saw eight Taoist children carrying a jade plate about ten feet long entering one after another.

The spirit fish in the dish was red gold all over, and when its gills opened and closed, it created waves of scorching air.

"The red-scaled dragon eye has been kept in the Qingyue Cold Pond for sixty years."

Taoist Guanshan said with a smile: "Brother Hong, you are in for a treat. Even an old Taoist like me can only eat this spiritual fish a few times a year."

Su Zhenhe used his fingers like knives to lightly scratch the fish's belly.

The snow-white fish meat solidifies when exposed to wind, and the texture on the cross section looks like a floral pattern.

"Brother Xu, do you know that this fish bone can be used to temper a sword?"

"Oh, oh, really? That's really interesting!"

Xu Yunfan's mouth was stuffed with fish meat, and his mouth was bulging.

This spirit fish tastes excellent, leaving a lingering fragrance on the lips and teeth. Not long after swallowing it, large streams of warm currents flow from the stomach into the limbs and bones. Even the internal energy dormant in the flesh and blood, which was refined by the Pure Yang Qigong, seems to be strengthened a bit.

Feeling the changes in his body, Xu Yunfan's eyes lit up and he wanted to stuff the whole fish into his mouth.

The spiritual fish contains the aura of the primordial spirit!
The Xuanzhen Sect is indeed worthy of being a sect that was established when the Yuan Ling was still there. Anything that the sect can produce is extremely good.

Su Zhenhe: “…”

He could no longer hold his temper and quickly picked up a chopstick.

He has only eaten red-scaled dragon eyes a few times.

After three rounds of wine and five dishes, Hong Baichuan was drunk on the immortal wine specially brewed by Xuanzhen Sect and hugged Xu Yunfan with blurry eyes.

(End of this chapter)