Since Zhang Shiping let go of all affairs in the family, it has been two or three hundred years since he has not summoned the Zhang family.

Although only a small number of Qi-refining cultivators from the clan and a small number of Qi-refining monks who are expected to build foundations were allowed to visit this birthday, everyone was delighted. After all, most of the foundation-building cultivators in the Zhang family had no chance to be summoned by Zhang Shiping. They only saw the face of their ancestors from the image stones left in the clan.

But there are some exceptions.

In a monk city called Qianyuan City near Panchong Mountain in the far north, it was snowing lightly outside.

Zhang Shangqin was drinking with some friends in a restaurant, when he suddenly felt a movement in the storage bag, he turned his right hand over, and in his hand was a fist-sized rosary of mystery, which was glowing faintly with purple light.

His spiritual sense penetrated, and he knew the news from the clan in an instant.

It's just that there is no joy on this face, on the contrary, there is some sadness.

"Shang Qin, what happened?" asked a pretty female cultivator at the same table.

"Oh, I have been traveling for thirty years, but I have forgotten such important events as my ancestor's 600th birthday. I really shouldn't!" Zhang Shangqin couldn't help but smiled wryly.

"Brother Shangqin, this is not a joke! However, there are more than 300,000 miles between Qianyuan City and Yuanxiao City. Even if I rush back day and night, it will take three to four months. I don't know if I can do it." It's too late for Zhenjun Shiheng's birthday!" A man with thick eyebrows, big eyes and a broad face said.

This person is a foundation-building disciple of Xuanyuanzong, but he is not from a big family, but recruited from the secular world.

Usually, the foundation-building cultivator's imperial weapon can fly for more than three thousand miles in one day and one night. However, if you want to escape a distance of three to four hundred thousand miles within three to four months, you need the cooperation of many people to activate the flying magic weapon in turn, so as not to run out of mana.

If a person is traveling alone, maintaining this flying speed will be safe in a short period of time, but once the time is long, the mana consumption will not be able to keep up. Usually, it takes three or four days for the flight to escape. If it is about half a day, it is necessary to stop and rest for half a day, so as to avoid unexpected emergencies and unexpected accidents!

However, Xuanyuanzong disciples generally travel abroad. If they are not very confident in their own cultivation and choose to go alone, then most of the remaining monks will mostly be with the same clan, or with the same clan, and rarely with outsiders. Those rogue cultivators go together, so as not to encounter any treasures and chances, but be plotted behind the scenes and lose their lives!

The few people who are with Zhang Shangqin now are all disciples of Xuanyuan Sect, and they all know each other well.

As for the travel, they have reported to the sect, and the monks of the family have also mentioned it to the elders of the Jindan family.

If a few people go out, but not all come back in the end, then the remaining monks will have to be questioned by various methods from the sect.

Once it was found out that they were fighting each other, or other people deliberately refused to save them, the fate of these monks who came back would not be much better.

"Brother Zitong, don't worry, the ancestor's birthday is not a celebration of the clan, the elders of the clan are just calling the clan to build the foundation back. But I have never heard of the ancestor's birthday before, and I have never thought that it will be so sudden this time. Now the time limit is less than half a month, no matter what, we can’t make it back!” Zhang Shangqin said with a sigh, taking the purple pearl in his hand.

Because of the long lifespan, Yuanying Zhenjun's birthday depends on everyone's preference, or it is bounded by Jiazi, or it is limited to a hundred years, and generally it will not live every year like ordinary people. However, since Zhang Shiping hadn't celebrated his birthday half a time in the hundreds of years since he formed the alchemy, the later foundation-building monks in the family like Zhang Shangqin didn't expect this for a while!

"It's just the clan association. It's really a pity that we couldn't see the real king's face! But brother Shangqin, even if we don't have enough time now, we should set off immediately to return to the clan." The middle-aged monk Yu Zitong said.

Others responded one after another. After all, it is one thing not to be able to go back, but they acted as if they didn't know if it would be possible!

Furthermore, they have been away for ten years, and they have returned home.

"Thank you for your understanding!" Zhang Shangqin said, cupping his hands.

Then he looked at the pretty female cultivator and said with a smile: "Xiuqing, when we go back this time, we will go to the sect to register and confirm our status, and welcome you in. I wonder if you agree?"

When everyone heard it, smiles appeared on their faces, and they expressed their joy repeatedly.

The female cultivator nodded slightly, but she was a little embarrassed!

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And when Zhang's family set off to go back after building foundations outside, Zhang Renche also explained the matter in a warm pavilion on the west side of the Hall of Mental Cultivation in Zhang Guohuang City, leaving only the emperor's nephew alone.

The attendants in the warm pavilion had been sent away long ago, and the room was so quiet that only the breathing of the emperor remained.

After a long time, he suddenly waved his hand and swept away the teacups, melons, fruits and other things on the soft table, with a sullen expression on his face, he said in a deep voice: "How unfair the ancestor is, the monks of the main line are members of the tribe, we branch line Isn't it?"

After learning that he lost his backer, there was unavoidable resentment in his tone.

There are no monks in a country, once the forces in the thirteen prefectures get the news, they will definitely be ready to move.

At first, there will be no troubles, but the future situation can be foreseen!

The attendants outside heard the commotion inside, and they stood upright like a piece of wood, as if they couldn't hear or see~lightnovelpub.net~ They didn't know why the person inside was so angry, and they were worried that they would be dragged Angry, lost his life. After all, with the emperor's imperial decree, everyone in the Quartet will bow their heads, let alone people like them!

After the emperor got angry again, he leaned on the soft back of the couch and asked in a somewhat disappointed tone: "Big companion, can't you live forever if you don't have spiritual roots in this world?"

As soon as the words were finished, an old **** with chicken skin and white hair quietly walked out from behind a screen in a corner of the Nuan Pavilion.

"Everyone, the spiritual root is the bridge to connect the spiritual energy of the heaven and the earth. Without the spiritual root, one cannot enter into practice." The old **** bowed his head and said softly.

The servants in Zhang Guo's imperial city are all servants of the emperor alone, and they can only be called "everyone" instead of "ministers".

"You have cultivated both internally and externally, and you have already cultivated both to the innate state, so you still can't achieve Qi into your body?" The emperor frowned, and he asked with a light pinch between his brows.

"External power is the method of exercising the body, tempering the skin membrane, tempering the muscles and bones, thereby nourishing the internal organs and concentrating the mind; while the method of internal energy is just to make the order crazy, nourish the internal organs with medicinal baths, true qi, etc. Besides, the two lead to the same goal by different routes, and in the end both are innate realms. Lao Nu once consulted several immortal masters, such as Lao Nu, who are secular innate generations, or monks who are capable of rivaling qi refining, but the two are not the same." The old **** explained.

"Didn't my third uncle say that Wu Zhixian can also practice? Could it be that he is lying to me?"

"Although the congenital realm can feel the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, but the refinement is too slow. The old slave cultivated to the congenital realm 20 years ago, but he has not yet taken another step. He is already old and weak, and his blood is decaying." The **** replied.

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For more than ten days, on the nineteenth day of the first lunar month, it was approaching the severe cold season.

On Chongling Mountain in Yuanxiao City, a huge white boat with a length of 48 feet and a width of 20 feet flew from the mountain and headed towards Bihu Island in the South China Sea.