Realizing This Is A Wuxia World After Cultivating For 300 Years Chapter 121

Not many people sent by Xianxia to visit Cui Heng this time.

There are only nine people.

The two leaders, He Qingrou and Chen Ying, were naturally there.

In addition, there are the master Zhuqing, the deputy head Liu Yiyun, Qiuyun and Xizhao, the two masters of immortal swords, the two disciples and grandsons of Zhuqing, and Zheng Nanxun, the direct disciple of the ancestor Hengxia.

Originally, Zhenren Zhuqing planned to lead all the disciples to visit Cui Heng, thinking that only in this way could he express the respect of the ancestors of the Xianxia faction.

However, this plan was discouraged by Zheng Nanxun.

If all the disciples of the sect left the mountain gate, what if a foreign enemy took advantage of it to enter?

Cangcheng Mountain Xianxia School is the foundation that the ancestor Hengxia has been operating for nearly a hundred years, and it is also an inheritance handed over to them, and it must not be careless.

So most of the disciples were left to guard the mountain gate.

Of course, the nine people who came to meet Cui Heng were still the absolute core of the Xianxia faction.

After all, this time they are going to meet their true ancestors.

At this time, the Xianxia faction had arrived in Fuguo town outside Changfeng Mansion.

They did not go directly to the city to meet Cui Heng.

That would be so rude.

Zhuqing Zhenren and He Qingrou went to see them together before, and after receiving Cui Heng's permission, the rest of the people entered the city.

Before that, everyone settled in an inn.

Zheng Nanxun leaned against the window, looking at the woven pedestrians below, his eyes were a little dazed.

She is a beautiful woman who looks to be in her thirties, with a pale complexion, a weak temperament, and a thin body. She is not wearing a Taoist robe, but a simple light blue dress, which is elegant and natural.

It was the first time she had descended the mountain in nearly a hundred years.

A hundred years ago, she was still the world-famous Nanxun Daoist.

As the first disciple of Immortal Hengxia, she inherits the concept of master, walks the rivers and lakes, punishes the evil and eliminates the evil, corrects the righteousness, and helps those in need.

It was the happiest time of her life.

Zheng Nanxun originally thought that he could go on like this forever.

You can always follow the master's left and right, practice the path of the master's inheritance, and teach his disciples.

Until the day when he died.

But after the war a hundred years ago, everything was different.

All the disciples she carefully taught were killed.

She herself was seriously injured, her source was damaged, and her lifespan was greatly reduced.

Even the master, whom she regarded as her lifelong pursuit, disappeared after that battle.

Immediately after that, the Xianxia School closed the mountain.

Everything has changed.

Since then, Zheng Nanxun has never walked down Cangcheng Mountain again.

She locked herself in the cave house in the back mountain.

No one was seen.

Sitting dead.

Sleepy.

It wasn't until more than ten years ago that a little girl named Chen Ying strayed into the forbidden area of ​​the back mountain and woke her up.

The little girl looked like one of her dead disciples.

Chen Ying is lively and cheerful and speaks sweetly.

Finally, Zheng Nanxun's ashes-like heart ignited a little bit of vitality.

However, she still did not move out of the cave house in Houshan.

I only occasionally meet Zhuqing Zhenren, the contemporary head, and ask about the current situation of the Xianxia Sect.

Just a few days ago, Immortal Zhuqing suddenly told her a piece of news.

Chen Ying found the true patriarch of Xianxia School.

Hengxia's master, the hidden immortal named "Cui Heng".

This evoked Zheng Nan's long-standing memory.

That was when she just worshipped Jiang Qiqi's teacher.

At that time, there was no real Hengxia who was famous all over the world.

There is only a girl named Jiang Qiqi in Hedong County, Fengzhou.

She was only ten years old at the time.

Jiang Qiqi was only nineteen years old.

Zheng Nanxun once asked curiously, where did Master learn such a powerful swordsmanship?

The answer I got was from a fairy brother.

Occasionally Jiang Qiqi would tell her something about that fairy brother.

It was full of admiration and longing.

But after Jiang Qiqi stepped into the arena as Hengxia's real person, she never told her the story of that fairy brother again.

Over time, she also forgot a little.

Gradually, I only remembered that Master should have a very powerful master.

My name is Cui Heng.

That was his own master, the real master of the Xianxia School.

He is a hidden immortal.

Although in her impression, the master never seemed to say that it was her own master...

Later, Zheng Nanxun accidentally discovered that——

Although his master has not mentioned that "immortal brother" to anyone for a long time, he has actually been secretly searching for clues.

But nothing gained.

It was never found until the war.

Now so many years have passed...

Did you actually find the "brother fairy" that Master said?

"What kind of person is he?" Zheng Nanxun looked through the window, looked at Fucheng, and murmured, "Let Shizun hide in his heart and never forget it for hundreds of years..."

Boom!

At this moment, there was a soft knock on the door.

"Tai Shizu, we're going to the city." Chen Ying's voice came from outside, and she smiled and said, "I'm going to visit the ancestor."

Regarding the name of Cui Heng, before coming to the town of Changfeng Mansion, Master Zhuqing organized another discussion.

In the end, after some discussion, it was decided that he would only call him grandpa when he formally met Cui Heng.

The rest of the time, such as conversations among fellow sects, just call the ancestors.

This does not violate the decision of the ancestor Hengxia, and it can also facilitate communication between the same sect.

Best of both worlds.

"Well, here we come."

Zheng Nanxun stopped his complicated thoughts, nodded lightly in response, and closed the window looking out.

Walking in the bustling city of Changfeng.

Zheng Nanxun gradually had a feeling of getting back to his past self.

When I was with Master a hundred years ago, I would often go shopping in such a prosperous city.

Unfortunately, I'm afraid I won't be able to experience this feeling for long.

She was seriously injured in the battle that year, and her lifespan was greatly reduced. Today, her lifespan is very short.

Although it looks healthy on the surface, it is almost exhausted.

"However, to be able to take a look at her immortal brother for Shizun before her life ends, it can be regarded as helping Shizun."

Zheng Nanxun thought so in his heart.

In the State Shepherd's Office.

Cui Heng saw three familiar figures.

Chen Ying, He Qingrou, and Zhuqing are real people.

He didn't know the other people.

But one of the figures instantly caught his eye.

Zheng Nanxun.

"Who is this?" Cui Heng asked Master Zhuqing.

He felt that this person's temperament was quite similar to Jiang Qiqi's, and he was the one who most resembled Jiang Qiqi among the nine members of the Xianxia faction.

The real Zhuqing hurriedly made an invitation to Zheng Nanxun, "Master Zheng..."

"Zheng Nanxun, the first disciple of Hengxia, pays respect to his master." Zheng Nanxun bowed respectfully to Cui Heng.

"You are the first disciple of Qiqi." Cui Heng was a little surprised and a little stunned when he heard the words, and praised with a smile, "Xiaguang is restrained, and the sword light is hidden and not leaking. It seems that you have obtained the true meaning of Xianxia Sword Art..."

But as he spoke, he couldn't continue, and his brows furrowed.

Cui Heng discovered the abnormal state of Zheng Nanxun's body, and said solemnly, "What's going on? Your source is depleted so badly, and your longevity is about to end with such a cultivation base."

Zheng Nanxun's Xianxia Sword Art has been cultivated to the level equivalent to the eighth level of Qi refining. Even if Shouyuan is not as long as a real immortal cultivator, he should be able to live for more than three hundred years.

But less than two hundred years ago.

She was already close to running out of fuel.

This is never normal.

The people around the Xianxia faction obviously did not know Zheng Nanxun's situation, and they were shocked when they heard the words.

"Master Zheng, how are you?"

"Master..."

"Tai Shizu..."

Although they all knew that Zheng Nanxun's physical condition was very bad, they didn't expect it to be so serious.

The source is damaged, and the longevity is about to end. This is like a thunderbolt hitting their hearts.

"I'm fine." Zheng Nanxun shook his head indifferently, and said to Cui Heng again, "Master, don't care, it's just an old injury left over a hundred years ago. It's an old problem."

"Come here." Cui Heng beckoned to Zheng Nanxun, "I'll help you cure it."

"Cure, cure?" Zheng Nanxun heard the words with a dazed look on his face, and said doubtfully, "Master, in fact, my injury has already healed. Now the source is damaged..."

Damage to the source means that the foundation of the body is damaged, and there is no possibility of recovery from any treatment.

No matter how powerful the tonic, no matter how clever the martial arts, it is impossible to make up for the deficit and loss in the source.

This has been the consensus of every martial artist.

Can this be treated as well?

"Tai Shizu, don't worry,

Grandpa and Grandpa are amazing! "Chen Ying came to Zheng Nanxun's side and said, "It will definitely heal your injury. "

Zhuqing Zhenren, Liu Yiyun and others did not say anything~www.mtlnovel.com~ They all knew very well what the damage to the source meant.

Moreover, Zheng Nanxun has cultivated the Xianxia Sword Art to a very high level, which is comparable to the human immortal. It is almost impossible to repair the origin of the human immortal.

"Well, the source is damaged, just make up for it." Cui Heng nodded lightly.

"Thank you, Master." Zheng Nanxun came to Cui Heng's side.

"Close your eyes and wait a moment." Cui Heng said softly.

At the same time, he raised his right hand and flicked his fingers, letting a ray of mana enter Zheng Nanxun's body.

This ray of mana instantly spread to her limbs and bones, turning into endless vitality, quickly filling her already empty body.

Zheng Nanxun's pale complexion gradually returned to rosy.

The few white hairs on her temples also turned black again, and her appearance became younger, as if she had changed from her thirties to her twenties.

In a short while, Zheng Nanxun's whole body changed from being out of oil to a raging fire.

She slowly opened her eyes, felt her body in shock, and murmured, "Recovered, I'm completely recovered!"

Zhuqing Zhenren, Liu Yiyun and others also felt an unprecedented shock.

Grandpa is also amazing!

Even the origin of the immortals can be recovered so easily.

"Thank you, Master!" Zheng Nanxun bowed to Cui Heng.

"Don't be too polite." Cui Heng raised his hand and didn't ask her to bow down, "Tell me about what happened before Qiqi disappeared."

Chapter end