Chapter 1098: Longevity: My Farming-Style Cultivation Is Too Steady Chapter 1098: A Feeling!

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Protagonist:

Xu Zhangqing

Zhang Zaizhi suddenly thought of something and took out a golden spirit talisman from his sleeve: "Right, seven days from now, the Beidou Immortal Gate will hold a grand feast on Yao Guang Xing."

By then, except for Outer Disciples and disciples with tasks, almost all members can attend.

This grand feast is a rare opportunity for Beidou Immortal Gate disciples to improve their cultivation.

At that time there will be Dao discussions, transactions, Dharma transmissions, and possibly even Direct Disciples from other main stars."

Xu Zhangqing took the spirit talisman and smiled: "Seven days from now, we will go together."

Seeing Zhang Zaizhi agree so readily, he did not stay longer.

He immediately cupped his hands, then once again sent out escape light and tore through the void.

After the other party left, Xu Zhangqing stood alone on Qingzhu Po and took a deep breath.

In the air were both the clean bitterness of bamboo leaves and the damp smell of earth, as well as faint cooking smoke drifting from afar.

Speaking of which, he had not smelled cooking smoke for a long time.

Afterwards, Xu Zhangqing turned around and looked at the two Jingxin Bamboo Groves.

The bamboo grew extremely well, each stalk as thick as a bowl's mouth.

The bamboo joints were slender, the bamboo leaves emerald green and dripping.

When the wind blew they made a rustling sound, as if someone were speaking in a low voice.

Jingxin Bamboo.

This reminded him of Senior Brother Zhu.

Back then, Senior Brother Zhu's bamboo grove was the most elegant place he had ever seen.

Bamboo hut, bamboo courtyard, bamboo fence—all objects were made of bamboo; living inside, even the heart could calm down.

Now he also had a bamboo grove; not doing something with it really would not do.

Therefore, Xu Zhangqing raised both hands, and the Creation Power within his body surged out like a tide.

Creation Heavenly Scripture, Fourth Layer: Transformation of Things.

Wherever the Creation Power passed, the bamboo grove seemed to have life.

Those bowl-thick bamboos began to bend, interweave, and coil automatically; between trunk and trunk new bamboo joints grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, connecting and fixing to each other.

Bamboo leaves rustled down, then were lifted by Creation Power in mid-air and woven into neat bamboo tiles.

In a short while, a bamboo hut entirely made of Jingxin Bamboo appeared on Huan Yuan.

The bamboo hut was not big, divided into inner and outer rooms.

The inner room was a quiet room, containing only a bamboo bed and a bamboo table.

The outer room was a hall; the bamboo window faced Qingshui Zhen, and opening the window one could see the distant smoke and fire of the mortal world.

Around the bamboo hut, a circle of bamboo fence automatically drilled out of the soil, enclosing a small courtyard.

At a corner of the courtyard he left a small empty space, planning to plant something there later.

Afterwards, he stood in the courtyard looking around, always feeling something was missing.

Thinking it over carefully, he once again formed hand seals and laid down three restrictions around the bamboo hut.

The first was a Maze Restriction; mortals and low-level cultivators approaching the bamboo grove would unconsciously detour and never reach the bamboo hut.

The second was a Defense Restriction, enough to withstand a full-strength strike from a Refining Void Cultivator.

The third was a Trigger Restriction; as soon as a cultivator stepped into the bamboo grove's range, the Mirror Within Reach would automatically receive a reminder.

After laying the three restrictions, Xu Zhangqing also carved several simple spirit patterns on the bamboo fence, so the bamboo leaves on the fence would stay evergreen through the four seasons and not wither.

After doing all this, he sat down on a stone in front of the bamboo hut.

To the left was the Beidou Immortal Gate with surging spiritual power; to the right was the mortal world with curling cooking smoke.

He happened to be between the two.

Afterwards he discovered he had not been this quiet for a long time.

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As the last trace of glow faded, night fell from the direction of Qingshui Zhen.

Xu Zhangqing sat on the stone in front of the bamboo hut, lighting no lamp and not cultivating.

He simply sat quietly, looking up at the starry sky.

The starry sky here was somewhat different from the Tianyuan Realm.

The stars of the Tianyuan Realm were scattered sparsely, like broken silver casually scattered onto old black cloth, one here one there, with no pattern.

But the starry sky of the Beidou Star Domain was neat.

The seven main stars each occupied their positions, with countless auxiliary stars revolving among them.

Each had its own orbit, its own radiance, its own responsibility.

Xu Zhangqing leaned back, tilting his head to gaze at this overly neat starry sky.

Gazing and gazing, those lights began to blur, replaced by one face after another.

The first to appear was Zhang San's disgusting face.

Back when Xu Zhangqing had just entered Dongting Immortal Sect and was still an Outer Disciple who understood nothing.

Zhang San, to seek private gain, deliberately made things difficult for him time and again.

Those things, viewed from today, are too insignificant to mention.

But I don't know why, remembering them now, I actually recall them very clearly.

Next came Senior Brother San Cai.

Li Sancai was the first acquaintance Xu Zhangqing made at Dongting Immortal Sect; they had forged a deep friendship from the Outer Sect, and even now it had not been severed.

Then it changed again, becoming Zhang Su.

As for Zhang Su, Xu Zhangqing initially felt gratitude toward him, which later turned into appreciation.

After a while, the images in his mind changed to several other faces.

The deceased Lao Hu, Hu Bugui.

The camel bell sounds, faintly ringing by his ears.

That plump face remained clear.

The sight of him squatting by the roadside like a golden toad was even more vivid before his eyes.

The departing Lao Zhao, Zhao Ziyue.

Such a fine person, fishing and fishing, was suddenly taken away by the Hundred Dragons Patrol, and who knows what he's doing now.

Suddenly, he thought of the Mermaid Princess again.

Xu Zhangqing still remembers to this day that the Water Spirit Fruits were handed over, yet the other party ran away.

Then came Senior Brother Zhu, Zhu Fuxian.

Just thinking that Senior Brother Zhu had failed his tribulation, Xu Zhangqing's eyelids drooped.

If only the other party were still alive, how wonderful that would be.

After that was Eldest Senior Sister, Bei Qingtang.

For the sake of her obsession, she abandoned the sect, she abandoned everyone.

Yet she alone had not abandoned... Xu Zhangqing.

Their relationship was both senior and junior sisters/brothers and Dao Companions.

In the time that followed, one familiar face after another flitted through Xu Zhangqing's mind and vanished from before his eyes.

Most of them had either disappeared or were no more.

As for those still alive, the chance of seeing them again was extremely slim.

Xu Zhangqing watched these people appear and leave in his mind.

At this moment, he could not say what he felt.

No sorrow, no anger, no relief.

Just a very deep, very deep quiet.

Like a pool of water, with nothing on the surface, but too much sinking at the bottom.

When the last face dissipated from his mind, Xu Zhangqing suddenly perceived a stirring within his body.

He quickly turned his inner gaze and discovered that the Creation Power had begun to operate on its own.

It did not flow along a fixed route, but rose and fell within his body like a tide.

Every trace of Creation Power had become heavier and more solid than before.

The quantity had not increased, but the quality had risen a notch.

Xu Zhangqing vaguely understood something, yet when he tried to think carefully, he could not grasp it.

This feeling was like seeing the outline of a door through a thin mist.

Just as he was about to reach out and push it, he discovered that the door was still very far away.

Regarding this, he did not force it, but simply let the Creation Power within his body circulate on its own.

Then he continued to raise his head, gazing at this unfamiliar starry sky!