Dongsheng Dynasty.

Huai'an, Fengcheng.

Manor courtyard, poolside.

I saw a young man in white, sitting in a wheelchair, looking at the pool in front of him.

There are countless carps in the pond, golden and red in color, like auspicious clouds.

"An ancient book says that if there are three thousand six hundred fish in the pond, you may get one dragon."

The young man in white sighed leisurely and patted his thigh, still feeling nothing.

His face was pale, his breath was weak, and he looked sick and weak.

Because he often stays in the house and rarely goes out, he is not exposed to wind and sun, and due to his weak body and poor Qi and blood, his skin looks as white as snow.

His name is Zhuang Ming, he is twenty-six years old.

Six years ago, he started from scratch, and now his business is huge and spread all over the Dongsheng Dynasty. He is already the richest man in the Sixteenth Prefecture of Huai'an.

"Son."

The person who came was a young girl, about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a beautiful face. She said softly: "The medicinal bath is ready."

Zhuang Ming smiled slightly and said hello, then looked at the rockery next to him and said, "Yin Ming, push me back to the room."

After the rockery, I saw two figures emerging.

These two figures have similar faces, but completely different temperaments.

A tall man, with a strong back and strong waist, but his face is resolute, his skin color is slightly darker, and his face is dull, his name is Qian Yang.

A man of medium build, neither tall nor thin, but handsome, with skin as white as jade but a cold expression, named Yin Ming.

Without saying a word, Yin Ming stepped forward and began to push the wheelchair.

Qian Yang followed behind, his face as sinking as water, like a mountain.

And the little maid's daughter followed beside him, walking slowly.

——

In the room.

The steam is steaming.

There is a bathtub in the room, with white steam steaming inside, and many medicinal materials can be vaguely seen, floating in and out of the bathtub.

"Okay, let's all get down."

Qian Yang and Yin Ming both just agreed and retreated.

The little maid thought of something and her face turned slightly red, but she also withdrew, feeling quite complicated. As the young master's personal maid, it was her duty to serve the young master while he was bathing and dressing.

However, even if the young master has inconvenient legs and feet, he always does not need help from others during medicinal baths. She vaguely felt that the young master just did not want others to think that he could not take care of himself, which was due to his pride and self-respect.

Her thoughts were complicated and she had many thoughts, but she still calmed down, bent down and saluted Qian Yang and Yin Ming, and then retreated.

As for Qian Yang and Yin Ming, both looked cold and their eyes were dull.

They stood on two sides, guarding the door, like two gods.

But at this time, there was a different scene in the room.

Zhuang Ming did not take off his clothes, nor did he enter the tub.

He lowered his head slightly and put his hand into his arms.

He took something out of his arms.

This object is pale white in color, almost colorless. It is about the thickness of a finger and no more than a foot long. It is shaped like a small snake, twisting slightly and being quite flexible.

"It's been six years."

Zhuang Ming exhaled and put the cloud snake into the bathtub.

In the bathtub full of medicinal herbs, a cloud snake was seen swimming freely in it.

This precious medicinal bath, which cost a hundred taels of silver, was enough to buy several maids, but no one expected that it would not be used on the young master himself, but on a little snake.

He looked at the little snake swimming inside, with a dazed look on his face, and whispered: "It took six years to grow from a thin thread to a foot long... In my lifetime, before my body decays, I can really cultivate this dragon. body?"

He sighed sadly, deep in his eyes, there was a look of exhaustion.

When he was young, he was destined to meet an expert in spiritual practice. He went to Jusheng Mountain and became the thirteenth disciple of Taoist Master Bai Shengjun.

In the mountains, he relied on basic formulas for nearly ten years to initially cultivate his qi. He saved a ray of true qi and touched the threshold of spiritual practice.

But after he had cultivated a ray of true energy, when he was actually practicing the art of Gathering the Holy Mountain, a sudden change occurred in the forbidden area, which instantly caused his true energy to be in chaos, and his Tao Seal collapsed, piercing his Dantian, and interrupting his cultivation of immortality.

Hope for further progress on the road.

"If you practice Taoism and live forever, your dreams will eventually come to nothing."

Zhuang Ming sighed and recalled the scene in a daze. He felt emotional and said in his heart: "The two words "Xianfan" and "Fantasy" are two different worlds after all."

After that day, he felt extremely depressed and lost his motivation to practice, as if the sky had fallen.

In Jusheng Mountain, the yin and yang tides rotate, and a cold wave occurs once every thirty years, and the mountain gate is about to be closed.

At that time, his Dantian was damaged, and although the true energy remained in his body, he was still in the mortal world. He could not make any progress in cultivation, and could not withstand the cold wave in the mountains, so he had to go down the mountain and return to the mortal world.

The elder brother took pity on his depression and personally took him down the mountain. After slaying the demons, he found a member who was greedy for wealth and was ruthless. He used Taoism to intimidate him and planted a spell so that all the other party's property would be handed over to him.

"Although you may not live forever, you can still enjoy wealth and honor for a lifetime."

These were the words that the elder brother left for him before leaving.

And he had been in Jusheng Mountain since he was a child. He suffered the first blow in his life and was disheartened. He was also depressed in the human world and resorted to drinking to drown his sorrows. Then one day, when he was driving his horse near the cliff, the horse was frightened.

Falling down the mountain.

Because there were green pines growing in the gaps in the cliff, which blocked him in mid-air, and the horses were on the bottom, he was lucky enough to survive.

But after falling off the cliff, his right leg was broken and his left leg was severely injured. Since then, he has been unable to use his legs and feet and can only use a wheelchair to walk.

However, he survived the catastrophe, his body was crippled, but he found another path to immortality.

"Taixu Qi Qi Transforms into a Dragon Chapter."

Zhuang Ming exhaled, his eyes dazed.

In a daze, the scene of that day was recalled again.

That was an unforgettable experience.

That was the day when he regained hope after his path to immortality was broken.

——

At that time, he was covered in bruises, his legs were broken, and his whole body was stained with blood. He woke up from a coma.

He grabbed the withered grass and crawled into the nearby cave.

It was dark in the cave, and only a withered corpse could be seen.

The clothes of the corpse are old and decayed, and the skin and muscles are all withered and clinging to the bones, like black iron.

And around this withered corpse, there were countless white bones.

When Zhuang Ming saw this, his heart sank.

At this moment, the corpse suddenly opened its eyes.

His eyes are dark and have a green glow inside them.

Zhuang Ming was shocked and felt chills all over his body.

But at this moment, the corpse suddenly spoke.

"Young man!"

"It is unfortunate that you fell here and were seriously injured and disabled, but it is great luck that you met me."

"I have been practicing for more than 800 years, traveling around the world, killing countless people, and collecting thousands of techniques."

"Now there are about one hundred and seventy-two volumes of immortal scriptures on cultivating Taoism and immortality."

"There are also various magical powers, specializing in fighting and killing people, a total of eight hundred and sixty-four volumes."

"There are also miscellaneous mystical techniques such as divination, divination, observing celestial phenomena, understanding the terrain, recognizing people's faces, turning stones into gold, refining medicine into elixirs, etc."

The corpse's voice was dry and stiff, and he said calmly: "Today you and I are destined, I will pass you a book of scriptures. Are you looking for the knowledge of immortality, magical powers, or all kinds of mysticism?"

Zhuang Ming looked at him carefully, but there was no fluctuation in his heart. The true inheritance of Ju Shengshan was already the top skill in the world, and Bai Shengjun's cultivation level was also the best in Dongzhou. He also could not let him return to the path of cultivation.

But just when he was about to speak, he suddenly felt a panic in his heart.

The remaining Qi in the meridians seems to be tingling, as if it senses some danger.

The true energy passed down from Jusheng Mountain is good at seeking good luck and avoiding bad luck.

What kind of omen is this?
To be continued...