In Yuanjiang, an old man is on a bamboo raft, holding a vertical line, and drifting with the current.

At this moment, Zhong Li's expression was calmer than before, his eyes were slightly squinted, and he looked like he was not asleep, and he didn't even seem to notice the ups and downs of the float on the side of the boat.

Two people flew from the sky, Zhang Shiping landed on the boat, while Qiu Cong was still riding against the wind.

"It turned out to be the bait." Zhong Li said softly. As soon as he lifted the fishing rod, a small fish with silver scales was swaying frantically on the hook, and some river water splashed on the fish scales.

Seeing that there were still two small stools empty on the row boat, Zhang Shiping sat down unceremoniously, and then said with a smile: "It seems that you expected that I would come."

"This old man doesn't have the ability to predict, it's just that there are a few extra stools on this boat. Qiu Cong, since we're all here, why don't you come down and sit down? We haven't fished together for a long time." Zhong Li said with one hand. He took the small fish off the hook and threw it into the river again.

There was only a splash, some water splashed, and the ripples dispersed.

The little fish flicked its tail in the water and disappeared under the surface of the river.

Seeing this, Zhang Shiping simply made a quick move, took a thin bamboo from the bamboo forest on the bank, and used magic power to condense a long thread and a fishhook, hung an earthworm, and then threw it far away.

"You are having a good time." Qiu Cong said with a frown, he flew down and stood with his hands behind his back.

"I have to find something for myself to do." Zhong Li said slowly.

Hearing this, Qiu Cong snorted coldly, but didn't say anything more. The three of them were silent for a while.

"Let's sit down and fish together," Zhang Shiping said, and he quickly raised the rod and took down the greedy little fish with a smile.

"The hooks are all condensed by mana. How can there be fish that don't bite the hook? You should use this rod, otherwise the fish will gather in groups. It's okay, even if the monsters in the river can't resist the temptation. What if If I knock over this small bamboo raft, I will be buried in the belly of the fish." Zhong Li laughed, and he took out a fishing rod made of thin bamboo and threw it over.

"How dare a mere foundation-building monster..." Zhang Shiping smiled and took the fishing rod.

It's just that when he said this, his expression suddenly changed. He looked at Zhong Li with a frown, his brows opened sharply, and he suddenly asked in surprise:

"Why did your Nascent Soul disappear without a trace?"

Qiu Cong also had a look of astonishment on his face when he heard the words.

"Why, don't you think that this old man has become a God of Transformation? It's just that I, this old man, had the cheek to ask Du Yu, and entered the treasure house of the sect to read the hollow chapters of "Taixuan True Explanation". Also affected by the backlash of the divine pattern, I had no choice but to disperse the Nascent Soul, and forcibly maintain my own vitality with the magic power I have cultivated for more than two thousand years. Now I am like that tree without roots and water with no source, and it will last forever." Zhong Li said with a smile, as if this was just a trivial matter.

When the cultivator of Huashen is dormant, he will temporarily disperse the Nascent Soul all over his body to suppress his own cultivation, so as not to attract the thunder calamity of the small world.

At the same time, doing so can also prevent one's lifespan from being lost too quickly.

In ordinary times, the magic power used by the cultivator of Huashen is usually only about 100% higher than that of the Nascent Soul stage.

That's why Zhang Shiping and Qiu Cong were so surprised when they found out that Zhongli Yuanying had disappeared.

After all, Nascent Soul cultivator doesn't have such supernatural powers as Spirit Transformation cultivator!

"Hmph, even if you feel ashamed, you won't seek your own death." Qiu Cong said coldly.

As the ancestor of the Xuanyuan sect, how can he not understand that the content recorded in the follow-up of the "Taixuan Zhenjie" in the divine pattern is not something that can be seen by a person who is transformed into a god?

Even if it is Qinghe, it needs to reach the Nascent Soul Consummation in its own cultivation, and under the protection of the Mingyu Xuanguang Mirror, it can comprehend the content of the Hole and Void Chapter.

As for the integration stage at a higher level, although the method is wonderful, it is too profound, and it will not be beneficial for monks who have not yet reached the realm to look at it.

"What guilt do I have in my heart? In the past, when Yan Yulou fought against Kui Zi, my Zhong family became a fish in that pond. I was the only one left with hundreds of people in the whole family. The old man can endure until today, which is the limit Whether it is Yan Yulou or Yan Li, their death is nothing more than repaying the debt they owed. The two Nascent Soul cultivators are their lives, and the hundreds of people in my Zhong family are not? In the end, I just feel sorry for the world Heng, I attracted Ye Qina's old tortoise and made him almost suffer. As for my own cultivation, you don't have to worry about it. No matter how you say it, I can live a few years longer than you." Zhong Li also looked at me coldly. Qiu Cong didn't have the slightest intention of backing down.

"Believe it or not, this old man will kill you in a few days. Don't you think that I can't bear you because of the oath of the yin and yang? Now, in this situation, there are many ways to deal with you!" Qiu Cong turned his back to Zhongli, and kicked his ass. Sit on a stool.

No matter how ingenious and powerful the contract is, whether it is useful in the end depends on whether the strengths of the two parties that signed it are similar.

For example, if one of the five sects of the Yinming Oath is only a Jindan cultivator, the other four sects are all Nascent Souls.

Then this Golden Core cultivator would not dare to be unscrupulous in front of Nascent Soul cultivator just because of this.

After all, there are quite a few real people under every true monarch, and they can make them die without a place to bury them with just one order.

Now that Zhongli Yuanying has dissipated, although his cultivation is still maintained for the time being, once he uses his mana, it will be like a flood breaking a dike, and it will be difficult to maintain it.

Once the magic power is exhausted, the longevity will also be exhausted.

Zhong Li has lived for 1,700 years, and has already passed the golden elixir's 800-year limit. Without the magic power of the Nascent Soul realm, the sitting and transformation will only happen in a blink of an eye.

"This old man is alone, and now this life is worthless, if you want to come, just come." Zhong Li said coldly.

"Okay, you two should talk less. Others don't know, they think you are the enemy of life and death. Why do fellow monks fight to such an extent? I came today to let you talk about it. I didn't listen to your quarrel." Zhang Shiping was slightly sullen.

"I didn't quarrel with him. The secret place is thousands of miles away. Everyone lives on one side, and no one disturbs anyone." Zhong Li said and lifted the fishing rod in his hand ~lightnovelpub.net~ and picked up a small fish that was biting the hook. The fish is taken off and thrown into the river.

"Okay, no one disturbs anyone, I'm leaving."

As soon as Qiu Cong finished speaking, he got up in a flick of his sleeves and fled away, without saying any more words of persuasion to Zhang Shiping.

"Shiheng, you can go too. I'm sorry for the previous matter. After the old man sits down, I will trouble you to come and take care of the relics in the mansion, and burn my body to ashes by the way. Sprinkle it into the South China Sea to see you off." Zhong Li said slowly.

"Your injury is actually not helpless, it is better to retreat and study the "Zuo Wang Sutra", maybe there is still a glimmer of life." Zhang Shiping said in a deep voice.

"This old man has exactly that intention. In fact, whether it's me or Qiu Cong Qingyu, it's not something you can persuade, and it's none of your business." Zhong Li said with a smile.

He let go of one hand, and the fishing rod fell into the river, then picked up the wooden oar at his feet, paddled the river, and slowly leaned the bamboo raft towards the shore.

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