Chapter 1285: Longevity: My Steady Farming-Style Cultivation Is Too Stable Chapter 1285: The Human Way Abhors Perfection!

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Protagonist:

Xu Zhangqing

Tianyuan?

The old man was stunned.

In his mind, he had already gone through all the place names he knew one by one.

However, there was no place called Tianyuan anywhere.

"From far away?"

"It is quite far."

Xu Zhangqing responded with a sound and did not explain further.

The old man made a sound of acknowledgment, stopped asking further, and turned his attention back to the water surface.

In the time that followed, Xu Zhangqing could always catch fish, basically one after another.

After unhooking a fish, he tossed it into the basket and paid it no more mind.

Looking at the already crowded fish basket, the old man could not help but put down his fishing rod: "Young man, there is something I do not know whether I should say or not."

Xu Zhangqing said indifferently: "What?"

The old man said in a deep voice: "He who fishes must know the peril of fullness."

Xu Zhangqing asked in confusion: "What does that mean?"

The old man pointed to the fishermen around them: "He who fishes is the person sitting by the water fishing.

Do you know why old anglers sometimes release the big fish they catch?"

Xu Zhangqing suddenly became interested: "Why?"

An eighty-year-old "junior" was actually lecturing an eight-thousand-year-old "senior."

He wanted to see what great principles the other party could come up with.

The old man said with deep eyes: "It is not that old anglers do not want them, but the fish basket is only so big; the more you cram in, the faster the fish inside die."

Furthermore, if you catch all the fish in this area, what will the person sitting in this spot tomorrow fish for?"

Xu Zhangqing shook his head: "Not to mention, I alone cannot finish all the fish in a river."

The key is, why should I care about those who come after me?"

"That is wrong."

The old man waved his hand: "Fishing emphasizes leaving a remainder."

Leave three parts empty in the basket, leave seven parts fish in the water."

If you clear out all the fish in Huidong Bay today, then when you come again tomorrow, there will only be a stretch of dead water left here."

People are the same."

Do not stuff everything into your pocket; if you stuff it too full, when you take a tumble later, what spills out will be more than what you put in."

In being a person, one must know when to stop."

After saying these, he recovered the steady bearing befitting an elder, and at the same time glanced at Xu Zhangqing out of the corner of his eye, waiting for the other party's expression of humble acceptance.

Xu Zhangqing nodded slightly: "There is some truth to that."

The Heavenly Dao abhors fullness; the Human Way abhors perfection.

For Ping'an and the Xu Clan, he should not be too obsessed.

All things in the world; time will be the best proof.

The sky gradually darkened.

The river water reflected the last bit of sky light, like a silver-white long snake.

In the river, several points of light lit up.

The light spots were not big, just enough to illuminate the outline of the fishing boat.

The children playing in the water on the shallow beach had already been pulled home by the adults, their ears grabbed.

Those women cracking melon seeds did not know when they left, leaving only melon seed shells all over the ground and several flattened grass nests.

"It is getting late; let us stop here for today."

Xu Zhangqing wound the fishing line circle by circle, then lifted the fish basket out of the water: "Old man, I will give you these green carp."

When we meet again, I hope you are still here."

Hearing this, the old man laughed hehe: "Young man, rest assured; although I am eighty years old this year, my body is still strong."

Living another ten years is no problem at all."

Xu Zhangqing smiled, then walked toward the direction of the Bamboo Hut.

The night wind blew from the river surface, blowing the old man's beard and hair, blowing the willow trees rustling.

"Cough cough cough~"

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Eighty years later.

The old batch of Disciples of Star Spirit Grass withdrew, and a new batch of Disciples came up to replace them.

The Team Leaders of the various teams also changed to several new faces.

And the world beyond Yu Heng Xing had been turned upside down in these eighty years.

The situation in the Endless Star Domain had deteriorated to a point almost beyond salvage.

Over eighty years, the Red Tide had infiltrated another eleven star domains.

On the star map, this figure was merely a small patch of reddened area.

Yet falling upon the real world, every single star domain meant tens of billions of living beings, ten-thousand-year civilizations, and a complete cultivation system, all twisted away by the Lord of Red Garments.

Even more terrifying was that the Lord of Red Garments' corruption was no longer confined to the Endless Star Domain.

It began spreading to other places, and grew increasingly fierce.

In the Four Directions Star Domain, believers openly worshipping the Lord of Red Garments had already appeared.

They believed the Lord of Red Garments was the true destination of the myriad heavens and worlds, and one by one they even began actively creating destruction, attempting to expand the Red Tide's range.

The Northern Dipper Xianfu had no choice but to continuously transport manpower and resources to the front line.

The Spirit Plant Division's spirit rice yield had doubled over eighty years.

The Elixir Cauldron Division's pill furnaces had not gone cold in eighty years.

The Wind Thunder Division's cultivators had made inducing rain one of their tasks.

The entire Northern Dipper Xianfu was set in motion.

And the one leading was precisely Xu Ping'an.

Eighty years' time, for a Spirit Unification stage cultivator, was not considered long.

But his name had now become increasingly resounding.

He had to both, in his capacity as Northern Dipper Xianfu frontline commander-in-chief, join with high-level cultivators like the Supreme Saints and Dawn Venerables on the Endless Star Domain side for joint decision-making, and personally lead Northern Dipper Xianfu's cultivators deep into the Red Tide to execute high-risk missions.

One must admit, Xu Ping'an was truly strong.

Especially with the Time Law's empowerment, he had virtually no opponents.

He killed until enemies were struck with terror at the mere rumor, killed until opponents shut their gates and refused battle.

Precisely because of this, the number of times he returned home grew fewer and fewer.

In the past, he would still linger a moment in the skies above Yu Heng Xing, gazing at his father from afar.

Fifty years ago, he returned once, sat in the bamboo hut for the span of a cup of tea, and reported a few pieces of good news.

But after that time, Xu Ping'an never stepped through the bamboo hut's door again.

As for the Xu Clan, that was even more beyond his attention.

By contrast, Xu Changqing seemed to have nothing to do with any of this.

He would occasionally patrol a circuit of the spirit fields, but spent most of his time staying in the bamboo hut, or tending those few rare spirit plants in the Fifth-Grade Spirit Field.

If all else failed he would go to the Wild River's edge to fish, sitting for a whole day at a stretch.

Since the Dao Venerable told him to stay on Yu Heng Xing, he would stay on Yu Heng Xing.

He would go nowhere, and no one could budge him.

Had this matter been placed eighty years ago, Xu Changqing would have felt stifled.

But now it was different.

The Lord of Red Garments' trouble was borne by his Master, the Chaos Sea's expansion was suppressed by Eldest Senior Brother, the Endless Star Domain's warfare was shouldered by Ping'an.

The Xu Clan's operation was even more supported by the four meridians.

He, a Spirit Farmer at Spirit Void Perfection, had done all the things he could do, fulfilled all the responsibilities he could fulfill.

What else could he do?

He could only push open the bamboo hut's door each morning, patrol the spirit fields, breathe in a mouthful of fresh air.

In the afternoon don a bamboo hat and go sit by the Wild River, chat a few idle words with that group of mortals who did not know his true identity.

In the evening return to brew a pot of spirit tea or spirit wine, sit in meditation on the spirit bamboo mat to cultivate, deduce the subsequent realms of the Yuan Dao Heavenly Book.

Days passed simply, cleanly, without any pressure.

In a trance, it seemed he had returned to the Tianyuan Realm, a lone man living in the Inner Sect, doing the same monotonous things day in and day out, blandness occasionally sprinkled with a bit of surprise!