How many people in the world can get involved in immortality?

How many people are unwilling to die if they have withered and decayed?

Zhao Xicheng, who was already mottled, knew that there must be countless people. Since ancient times, they have been destroyed in the prehistoric world of history without leaving any trace.

What everyone coveted was the words he portrayed.

After brushing the handwriting in his hand, Zhao Xicheng can now touch the supreme secret that no one can see.

What exactly does that immortal want to do?

Zhao Xicheng couldn't guess it.

He could only do seal carving silently.

In the courtyard, Zhao Xicheng put down his pen tube, picked up a pen, and carved it out on the existing text.

Little bits of wood chips rose and fell, fluttering one after another.

One seal script after another appears on the bamboo slips.

Next to Zhao Xicheng, Zhao Zheng, dressed in silk black, was carefully looking at the acupuncture points on the top of the wooden skull in his hand, and muttering words.

"Baihui point, Houding point, Fengmen point, Yamen point, Wangu point, Fengchi point, Tianzhu point..."

On Zhao Zheng's right hand Meng Tian stood beside Zhao Zheng, looking at the acupoints on the wooden man's chest and abdomen, constantly remembering in his heart.

"Tiantu acupoint, Tanzhong acupoint, Jiuwei acupoint, Juque acupoint..."

Meng Yi was standing on the other side, carrying the acupoints behind the wooden man.

"Dazhui point, Taodao point, Shizhu point, Shendao point..."

As the saying goes, scholars will not be discouraged when they have ambitions.

Although the three of them are young, they are all ambitious people, not those who are unwilling and do not need others to supervise them.

Zhao Xicheng, sitting under the weeping willow, carving words on the bamboo slips while looking at the three young men in front of him.

People who study today are planning in the past.

If he was not mistaken, the young man in the middle was his nephew's grandson, who was also the one who asserted that he was in charge of the fortune of the Great Qin State.

Zhao Zhengke didn't know that the old man in front of him would be twice as big as his great-grandfather. His mind was now all over the wooden man in his hand.

The beginning of the practice of Taoism is enough to lose one's life if you have a slight deviation.

He dared not take it lightly at all.

Looking at Zhao Zheng's focused expression, Zhao Xicheng couldn't help but praise: There is the legacy of the Qin royal family.

The elders always like their younger generations the more they look at them.

This is called all treasures in your home.

After carving the last word on the bamboo slip, Zhao Xicheng stood up, sorted out the scattered wood chips on his body, and walked to Zhao Zheng.

"Boy, it's better to learn wise than to study hard."

Zhao Xicheng's voice was hoarse and had a sense of vicissitudes of time.

The three people who were fighting with the wooden man raised their heads when they heard the sound, but saw that the old man who was still writing had already walked to them.

Zhao Zheng looked at the old man with a sense of inexplicable intimacy, and he bowed:

"I dare to ask what wisdom is sir?"

The young man is wearing a sleeve, and the students are diligent.

Zhao Xicheng held his hands behind his back and said:

"A wise scholar can achieve twice the result with half of the mechanics."

"I would like to ask for advice."

"You and the other three wrote on the bamboo slips, painted the appearance of the wooden man, and wrote ten times more powerfully."

Zhao Xicheng took out the pen tube, spread out the bamboo slips, and put the pen down.

A front view of a wooden man was drawn casually, and then the acupoints were drawn with a thin pen.

"You can remember it with great skill."

Zhao Zheng and the other two looked at it.

The place where the writing is written is lifelike and exquisite.

I am afraid no one would have thought that a generation of the old man of the prince would have the ability to paint a brilliant pen.

"Boy is taught!"

Zhao Zheng also took the bamboo slips and pen tubes, and outlined them with the Meng brothers on the bamboo slips.

Immortals preach, and the great way is as they please, and let those who sit down absorb it.

But Zhao Xicheng naturally wanted his juniors to learn more.

In the courtyard, a person from another place was studying.

In the mist on the other side of the courtyard, Li Chunqiu, who was dressed in white and short-haired, looked faintly at the floating clouds and mist in the distance.

All the clouds and mist heights are in the four directions of this courtyard, without any overflow.

It was like there was an invisible wall in the void, blocking everything.

"It seems that my idea is practical."

Li Chunqiu looked at the clouds in the distance and said lightly.

Since spiritual energy is still bound by gravity, irrigation is feasible.

Let’s start from Xianyang!

He, Li Chunqiu, wanted to build the world's first earthly fairy city.

After a little thought, Li Chunqiu's voice sounded in the courtyard.

"Chang Wei, come to see me."

Li Chunqiu's voice spread throughout the courtyard.

And the servants are no longer surprised by this.

As servants, everyone tried their best to leave an impression in front of the head of the family, but the head of the family was unable to leave any impression in his eyes.

Only Chang Wei was named by that immortal.

Everyone was envious.

Soon Chang Wei appeared in front of Li Chunqiu.

Li Chunqiu pointed to the courtyard and said:

"Take off the bamboo slips in the courtyard and stand them in all directions of the mansion."

"promise!"

Chang Wei bowed and then slowly retreated.

As the saying goes, retainers can figure out everything, but they must not ask questions.

Chang Wei has long been familiar with the methods.

He quickly sent ten strong men to climb the wall and leave the bamboo slips.

The moment the four-sided bamboo slips were taken down, it seemed that some invisible wall collapsed in an instant.

In the courtyard where Li Chunqiu was sitting for a long time, it was like a dam that broke the dam, and endless mist gushed out.

In Xianyang City, endless mist swept out.

But in an instant, the grass on the side of the ancient road of Xianyang City was as beautiful as spring.

Countless birds and birds are tossing and turning.

When Chang Wei was shocked when he saw this, he quickly accelerated his speed and asked someone to hang the bamboo slips around the mansion.

The moment the bamboo slips were hung on it, the entire courtyard seemed to have new support, and the fog was slowly suppressed.

At this time, Li Chunqiu bounced his fingers, and in a world of Lingtai, the light blue light was turned on the stone tablet that was reaching the sky and the earth.

Above the courtyard, a wormhole that was one meter wide appeared one meter above it, and endless mist surged out of the wormhole.

After a while, the entire mansion was covered with clouds and mist like the Immortal Palace Mansion.

The spiritual energy soaked the bodies of all the servants, and suddenly made people feel tired.

Everyone in the Immortal Mansion knows that the fog in the Immortal Courtyard can make all diseases disappear.

Originally, there were only ones in the immortal courtyard, but they didn’t expect that they could enjoy such treatment.

A faint mist overflowed along the eaves of Li Chunqiu's mansion, like a kind of overflowing water from a swimming pool.

The mist overflowing from the eaves spread across the ancient road in Xianyang and brushed through the black hair on the ground.

Where the fog is filled, whether it is the Guizhou head of the public, the Duke, Prince, Prince, Prince, and Prince, all of them feel lighter.

A faint white mist passed through the city gate of Xianyang and floated towards all directions.

What drifts away is not just the fog, but the foundation of a turbulent world.

"Xianqin, let's start with Xianyang City."
Chapter completed!