Re-enlightenment
Back at the Twelve Peaks in Faming Mountain, Zhang Zheng sat on the edge of the cliff, feeling the gentle breeze blowing across his face.
She held the newly acquired dagger in her hand, her face was filled with joy, her thin pale lips opened and closed, and she muttered: "Dagger, dagger, my old partner has retired after success. You will be my partner in the future, so we must cooperate well."
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Zhang Zheng closed his eyes, changed his hands, and slowly raised the dagger, floating in front of his eyebrows.
A ray of spiritual consciousness slowly penetrated into the dagger and traveled along the dagger's mark. The blue light from the dagger surged, almost covering Zhang Zheng's entire body.
After the spiritual consciousness wandered through the seal of the weapon, it formed a complex closed loop. Only the clang of the dagger was heard, and the dazzling blue light faded away instantly.
After the refining was successful, Zhang Zheng held the dagger with satisfaction. With a thought, the dagger was put into the storage bag, and with another thought, it suddenly appeared in his hand.
Follow the gourd and draw the scoop, refine all the remaining magic weapons and put them into the storage bag.
Zhang Zheng leaned back slightly, his eyes dimly falling on the sky above and the mountains and rivers below. He put his hands on the ground and swayed on his toes.
Sitting here leisurely and observing the scenery of the world, I see the vastness of the sky and the earth, and the bright and turbid yin and yang. The sky is endless, the mountains and fields are vast, birds cannot fly across thousands of steep cliffs, and fish cannot swim across thousands of hectares of rivers and seas.
What does life belong to in the yin and yang of heaven and earth? Such a fragile and fragile life only lasts a moment in front of the endless river and in front of the eternal green mountains.
Just like every plant and tree, it wilts and flourishes year after year, and changes year by year. Next year's flower is no longer today's flower, and today's grass is not yesterday's grass.
Zhang Zheng's eyes were empty, and it seemed that the world was vast but could not hold a speck of dust.
The meaning of spiritual practice suddenly became clearer at this moment. Life in this world passes away in a blink of an eye. The practitioner realizes that the connection between heaven and earth is yin and yang, which is nothing more than the pursuit of a completely different eternal life.
Year after year, year after year, the flowers are the same for everyone.
The invisible Taoist rhyme came from heaven and earth, lingering around Zhang Zheng. In a trance, Zhang Zheng was already in a void of chaos.
The arrogant young man wears a jade crown and holds a long sword against the sky. The green blade is as bright as a red sun.
The figure of the young man was blown away by the wind, and the woman, dressed in red, sat with her back against the bell tower, drinking heavily.
Throwing his hand, the wine bottle hit the bell tower and made a gentle cry. The woman in red fluttered her sleeves and flew away. The eighteen-story bell tower shook and roared, and the nine floors above collapsed suddenly, with dust and smoke billowing.
The bell tower and the dust and smoke were hidden in the chaos. A white-haired old man with an immortal spirit slowly walked over. His unwavering eyes penetrated the vast and long time and space.
Zhang Zheng didn't react at all, his eyes only reflected his ageless eyes.
"We cut off our emotions, break our mortal bodies, and search for immortality. We search for immortality..."
Zhang Zheng's lips closed unconsciously, as the old man murmured, "Searching for immortality..."
In the chaos of nothingness, the old man's figure gradually disappeared, but his eyes still fell firmly on Zhang Zheng.
"Ha ha……"
He suddenly turned around, threw up his sleeves and put his hands behind his back, laughed loudly, and slowly walked towards the void behind him.
When the old man's figure completely disappeared into nothingness, the chaotic scene in front of him suddenly disappeared, and all the Taoist charm lingering around him disappeared into Zhang Zheng's body.
There is a clear cry from heaven and earth, a loud sound that no one can hear.
Zhang Zheng came back to her senses, sat cross-legged, and started the "Neutralization of Transformation and Rebirth".
The milky white aura mixed with traces of green, tightly wrapped Zhang Zheng inside, like a giant blue and white egg.
For hundreds of miles around, flowers, plants and trees are jumping for joy silently. Birds, animals, insects and fish close their eyes and feel the energy of life flowing through their bodies, feeling comfortable and joyful.
The big green and white egg disintegrated suddenly, and all the breath escaped into Zhang Zheng's body. Zhang Zheng suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were clear and pure, black and white distinct.
Immortality - the second way of transformation and rebirth.
Zhang Zheng stared blankly at a wisp of blue and white double strands emerging from the palm of his hand, swaying in the wind, as light and soft as silk.
With a thought, the green and white silk thread stretched and climbed to a delicate little flower on the steep wall. As the thread penetrated into the stems and leaves, the delicate little flower suddenly came to life, its petals bloomed, and it was full of vitality.
Zhang Zheng smiled knowingly. She could feel that the life limit of the little flower had broken through a barrier. If it used to be one year old and one year old, it would become two years old and one year old in the future.
Everything in the world has its life limit. Mayflies live and die in the morning and evening; crickets do not know the spring and autumn; the five hundred years of Chu Nan's ghost spirit is spring, and the five hundred years is autumn.
Even monks who pursue the great path will eventually reach their end as long as they have not transcended the tribulation and ascended.
Zhang Zheng put her palms up, covering up the strand of green and white silk thread, and stared blankly at the wild flowers blooming on the cliff. She felt an invisible connection that stretched out from the wild flowers and stuck to her soul.
She still doesn't know what this tie is, but she can feel that it is very important to her, like a shackle that binds her soul.
Subconsciously, Zhang Zheng wanted to find an absolutely safe place to plant it, but as soon as his fingertips touched the petals, he felt a dull pain like a needle prick.
In the dark, the ethereal Tao seemed to be warning her not to do this.
Zhang Zheng hesitated for a moment, then slowly withdrew her hand. She believed in her own Tao. Since the Tao had instructed her, she would follow it.
However, after this battle, it seems that this immortality cannot be used arbitrarily in the future.
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Wanxuanmen, Zangfengtai.
Today is the day to set off for Sidaozong. If everything goes smoothly, the journey to Sidaozong will take three months.
In order to avoid delays due to accidents on the way, Wanxuanmen decided to set off before the opening of the mountain and sea realm in the seventh month, which is today.
In the last competition between mountains and seas, Zhang Zheng politely rejected Lin Yihan again. The relationship between the two of them is by no means cold, but it also means that it is unlikely to go further.
Therefore, Zhang Zheng arrived first. When Lin Xiaoxiao and the others arrived, the two parties just nodded and looked away.
Zhang Zheng didn't feel much about this. She was used to being alone, but she was not used to the excitement of walking with others.
Furthermore, she had nothing to do with them in the first place. It could not be called a deep emotional relationship. At most, she was just an acquaintance. There was no difference between her and them now compared to before.
Compared to Lin Xiaoxiao and the others, she cared more about Tan Ying. After all, she was an unknown threat in her heart.
There was still half an hour left before the departure time, and Tan Yingqiang and Liu Fufeng arrived belatedly, heading straight in the direction of Zhang Zheng.
"Junior sister Zhengzheng, are you feeling comfortable lately?"
Zhang Zheng didn't want to talk nonsense with her, so she brushed the storage bag with her right hand, and a cloth bag quietly fell into her hand, and was handed to Tan Ying.
"Thanks to Senior Sister Tan, my life is pretty good."
Tan Ying took the bag and looked through the bag at the five bottles of blood swinging inside, her expression showing a look of satisfaction.
Zhang Zheng did not miss the satisfaction in her eyes, and reminded: "Senior sister, what you want has been given to you. We can go our separate ways in the world of mountains and seas, but don't come looking for me again."
Tan Ying put away the cloth bag, brushed the tip of her nose quietly with her green and white jade fingers, took a breath of enjoyment, half-squinted her eyes, and smiled as happily as a fox that had stolen the fish.
"Of course that's the case. Senior sister has always been worth a thousand dollars."
Chapter completed!