Hearing that he was not suspicious, Zhou Ziling felt relieved and quickly comforted him: "It's okay, don't be afraid! Haven't you arranged your mother's affairs? Then there is nothing scary! Besides, this battle may not start. Calm down first. Is there anything else?"

"The rest is nothing more!" Zhou Xiang pursed his lips and said lightly: "It's true that you still need to have cultivation. I've experienced it this time when I went back. You must make a name for yourself so that your family can live a good life. Thinking about the time, your family was so embarrassed. Because you have cultivated immortals, you have now become a famous family in Huangshan City. Your father can intervene in any matters of the Zhou family. If this was the past, you wouldn't dare to think about it at all!"

"That's natural! People are all snobbish!" Zhou Ziling had long been used to it. Even his father became completely different after he became rich. But he was his father and he had no choice.

Zhou Xiang asked with a smile: "When are you going back? Are you planning to surprise them?"

"There is nothing to be surprised!" Zhou Ziling said lightly: "I just want to arrange my mother's affairs. I have come out to practice Taoism. I guess from now on, I will be together for a long time. I can only try my best to make up for my filial piety!"

"That's true." Zhou Xiang nodded, sighed, and said slowly: "We can only do this. To be honest, our current cultivation level, even if we don't continue to cultivate immortality, we can make a name for ourselves in the world. However, the temptation of cultivating immortality is too great. I really feel that I can no longer give up cultivating immortality. I will live forever and immortality. If I can do it, then I can let my mother live forever and immortality together."

"Try to practice hard!" Zhou Ziling smiled slightly and said slowly: "The journey of cultivation is hard and difficult, do your best. I have to prepare well. I haven't been home for a year, so I can't be embarrassed. Also, have you been discovered by someone recently?"

Zhou Xiang was stunned for a moment, then thought about it carefully, then suddenly slapped his forehead and shouted, "Yes! When I went home, I took out the Ziyang gourd because I wanted to give my brother the elixir. Then, after returning to the sect, I also took out the elixir. I gave a elixir to a junior brother, which was taken out of the Ziyang gourd. What's wrong? Is there something wrong with your white jade gourd?"

Zhou Ziling sighed. He knew Zhou Xiang's personality very well. If those people stared at Zhou Xiang, they would definitely find opportunities. He couldn't blame him.

Zhou Ziling shook his head helplessly and said slowly: "No problem. Be careful in the future. It is not easy for us to be on this mountain, so it is best to be careful in everything."

"Yeah!" Zhou Xiang nodded, and when he heard Zhou Ziling say it was okay, he didn't care about this matter. He continued, "You don't know yet, right? The martial arts competition inside the sect!"

"What?!" Zhou Ziling asked strangely: "What competition?"

Zhou Xiang smiled slightly and explained: "This is the matter of disciples in the middle-level area. It is normal for you to not know about the lower-level area. That is to say, every four years, a big competition will be held in the middle-level area. Almost all disciples below the Kaling Stage will participate. No matter what the result is, what kind of results you get, you will get a spirit stone reward if you participate."

Zhou Ziling immediately became interested. This was an excellent opportunity to allow him to see the interpretation of various magical magic of disciples in the middle-level district. Even if he did not get a ranking, he could improve his knowledge and cultivation just by watching those disciples fight. He asked quickly: "Then tell me what's going on?"

Zhou Xiang sat on the ground and smiled and said, "It's a long story. The three sects of Wu and Yue Kingdom have held a conference every four years in the past 100 years. Naturally, the candidates to participate in the conference must be carefully selected. At the beginning, those masters were asked to participate. After all, they had the right to speak in the sect, and they had practiced for decades or even hundreds of years, which was of great importance. However, if these masters lose, it would be a bit embarrassing. Since the three major sects each had their own winning or losing, they simply stopped sending masters to participate, but instead chose disciples under their sect.

"Later, standards were formulated. Disciples under the Kan Cultivation Stage and above can participate in the Taoist discussion meeting. Each sect will send up to ten people at each time. There is no limit on age and number of participations. As long as they are selected by their respective sects, they can participate. Therefore, there are usually two higher generations, with seven or eight lower generations. Some disciples even participated four or five times.

"In Qiyun Fairy Mountain, the way to select disciples is to compete in the sect. It is said that if you are in the top 20, you will have hope of being selected. However, it is not ruled out that some maverick disciples, although they have not won a good ranking, will also be selected because of their unique abilities. The higher the ranking, the more rewards they will receive.

"For example, my master rushed into the top 100 because he participated in a competition within the sect decades ago and was appreciated by an alchemist, so he has gained a foothold in the middle-level area today. I have no hope. I am still in the middle stage of Qi refining, and I guess I will not be able to reach the foundation-building stage by then. But you can, you spend so quickly. If you can win a few games, it will take you a while!"

Zhou Ziling naturally knew that this was an excellent thing, so he asked: "Where is the time for the competition to start? It's not going to start soon, right? Then how could I have time to reach the foundation-building stage!"

"Don't worry! Don't worry!" Zhou Xiang smiled and explained: "The last time was held two years ago, and there are still two years left for you to practice. Let me tell you, I am an alchemist, so I am in the Qi Refining Stage, so I can go to the middle level. If you want to be a sword cultivator or Qi Cultivator, you must reach the Foundation Establishment Stage before someone will accept you as your disciple. The guy Qing Lianzi of the last time rushed into the top twenty, and was in Uncle Wang..."

Seeing Zhou Ziling's face change, Zhou Xiang quickly changed the word and continued, "With the recommendation of Zhenren Wang, I got the opportunity to participate in the discussion of Taoism. I guess he will get a better ranking this time. In short, you have to hurry up and practice. If you encounter Qinglianzi in the competition, the trouble will be great. This competition is drawn by lots, and who you will meet depends on luck!"

"I understand!" Zhou Ziling nodded and thought, "It seems that I will hurry up and practice in the past two years. I plan to go home next month, so be careful!"

"Okay!" Zhou Xiang nodded with a smile, then stood up and said goodbye. Zhou Ziling sighed, tidied up the house, and went out to find tasks. There are not many tasks to find items, and usually monks will look for those more important things by themselves. Those that are not very important are usually easy to find, or they have to sell, so naturally there are not many rewards.

Zhou Ziling has only encountered the task of Flame Grass, and the rewards are very abundant. Other tasks are basically catching ghosts and demons. After searching for a long time, there was nothing particularly satisfied with it, so he had to find a task of exorcising ghosts.

When he was taking over the task, Zhou Ziling found that the four Qingyi disciples who had searched his house were also there. So he paid special attention to their mission, as if they were not far from where they were. Suddenly, Zhou Ziling became alert and left Qiyun Fairy Mountain. If he lost his life, he would have no place to ask for an explanation.

Zhou Ziling was calm on the surface and still did his own tasks. The task location was a barren mountain, with mass graves everywhere, and skeletons and shabby tombstones. Even in broad daylight, it felt like a gust of wind. It would be strange if such a place was not haunted.

Ghosts will not appear during the day. No matter how strong they are, they cannot withstand the power of sunshine. Zhou Ziling took advantage of this time to arrange troops and prepare for the rituals at night.

As night fell, the sun had just disappeared on the other side of the mountain, and the mass grave suddenly cried and howled, making Zhou Ziling dizzy. Fortunately, he was prepared and controlled himself in time, while blocking his ears. He pointed his fingers on the ground, and the true energy was sent into the formation.

The stones on the ground that seemed to be placed casually immediately floated up, and then they released light. The blue smoke coming out of the grave was quickly dispersed.

Remember the rules for exorcism say that as long as the ghosts are dispelled and they can be reincarnated, they cannot destroy their souls, otherwise they will cause trouble in the underworld. But Zhou Ziling disdains such laws. Since these ghosts are causing trouble here, they should be cleaned up and there is no need to be kind to them at all. Therefore, the formations arranged are very sharp, which may directly lead to the disappearance of the soul.

The surrounding ghosts quickly disappeared, and their resentment became weaker and weaker. Zhou Ziling quickly formed seals, strengthened the power of the formation, and quickly cleared the souls in this area.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through Zhou Ziling's mind. Then, Zhou Ziling saw a man wearing an official uniform, who looked like a fourth-rank official, and he was kneeling on the ground. Zhou Ziling suddenly felt a stream of passion rushing to his forehead. He joked that he actually knelt down to an ordinary man and had to destroy this dog official.

However, I found that my skills had disappeared. Moreover, an inexplicable fear occupied my thoughts.

"What's going on?" Zhou Ziling wanted to shout loudly, but did not make any sound. He only heard his mouth begging to the official. The official frowned. He was immediately pulled up by the two officers and soldiers, and then he saw a hellish scene.

Flood, a flood. Countless villages and towns disappeared in an instant, countless people were swallowed up, and they didn't even have time to struggle. Zhou Ziling hurriedly looked at himself and found that he was thin, which was obviously caused by long-term farming. Zhou Ziling suddenly realized that this was not himself, but someone else's memory.

Immediately afterwards, a passage of text appeared, which was seen when his Sutra Library was looking up information. There had been several floods in Qiyun Mountain area before, but now the residents living in this area moved here later. This place should have been in an uninhabited place. Immediately afterwards, Zhou Ziling felt that he was in the air, and soon the flood flooded himself. There was no trace of pity in the eyes of the official and his face was cold.

Standing on the mountain, in the flood, his official uniform did not touch a drop of water. The people who wanted to rush up the mountain to ask for help were all caught by the officers and soldiers and threw them into the flood. They did not die because of natural disasters, but because of **...

Suddenly, Zhou Ziling felt something rushing into his mind. Suddenly, he came to the battlefield, holding a wooden stick in his hand. Zhou Ziling said in surprise: "Use a wooden stick to fight?"

As soon as Zhou Ziling finished speaking, a spear pierced his heart. Then, he saw his body. It turned out that his head had been cut off...

Zhou Ziling didn't understand what was going on. Suddenly, he saw that there were crowds of people in front of him. He was tied up and looked at the tall beheading in front of him, and realized that he was going to be beheaded and displayed in public.

At the moment when the axe fell rapidly, Zhou Ziling felt surprisingly calm. Only the sound of blood splashing was heard, and another memory rushed into his mind.

What surprised Zhou Ziling was that this man was a soldier who had just cut off his head with a spear and a big knife. He made great achievements and quickly became the king and became the prime minister. However, a glass of wine given by the emperor made him die. The brave and warlike general was not killed on the battlefield or wrapped in a horse, but died from the king's suspicion.

Countless memories rushed into my mind, legends and tragedies. The owners of these memories were either humble or great, either mermaid meat, or life and death. But in the end they were just death. Whether they were dying from a bad life or spending their old age.

Death is their last destination...

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