Chapter 82 Returning to the Mansion Creating a spiritual environment in modern times has always been Zheng Fa’s idea. This idea was based on an extremely realistic need - he couldn't bear it anymore. In order to allow the old man Bai to analyze the talisman, Zheng Fa felt like he had become a scanner and printer. Working as a scanner in the Xuanwei Realm, I memorize those disgusting talismans day and night. In modern times, I work as a printer, drawing day and night. It can be said that the notebook was written with wisdom and sweat - the old man Bai was responsible for the wisdom and Zheng Fa was responsible for the sweat. Regardless of whether this method is sustainable, it is also very time-consuming. In modern times, he has to take the college entrance examination and study. In this world, he also has to learn literature and martial arts, and practice cultivation in the future. Even if he could master topology in the future and no longer rely on the old man, this method was really inefficient.
Modern knowledge is endless. Can he learn it all? Zheng Fa has always had a clear understanding of himself - his confidence has never come from his own talents, but from the entire modern knowledge reserve and talent reserve. From the moment he realized he needed to borrow a brain, Zheng Fa had an idea: just like those ecosystem experiments he had seen, he wanted to build a cultivation laboratory in modern times in an environment with spiritual energy. It would be best to find talents in various disciplines and use their knowledge and wisdom to study the various mysteries of cultivating immortals, so as to truly bring out his own advantages. Maybe the old man Bai never said that he was his student, and Zheng Fa never called the old man teacher. But the old white man would tell him seriously that if he wanted to go far, he had to go together. And Zheng Fahui will always keep it in mind. This is of course just a hypothesis, and there are still various problems: how to find and attract reliable and capable people, how to build an organization, these are areas that Zheng Fa has never been exposed to. But the biggest obstacle is that there is no spiritual energy in modern times. This "Lingshan Method" gave him hope. Watching Zheng Fa put the jade tube of "Lingshan Fa" into his arms, the Nine Mountains Patriarch waved his hand, and Zheng Fa felt a gust of breeze wrapping around his whole body, and fell under the Nine Mountains. When I raised my eyes again, the towering and boundless Nine Mountains had disappeared. He had some understanding in his mind - these nine mountains were probably the illusion created by the Nine Mountain Ancestor, and not the nine mountains from the real Nine Mountain Sect. "Zheng Fa?" The voice of the Seventh Young Master came from his ears. Zheng Fa turned around and saw that those who fell from the plank road were standing on the square of the Dengxiantai. "This is what you are doing?" "Wait for the result." The Seventh Young Master was brief and to the point, which was really unlike his character. As soon as he saw the Seventh Young Master's face, Zheng Fa understood. This guy is nervous.
The atmosphere around now is exactly the same as the legendary college entrance examination score check— There were a lot of people in the square, but there was not much talking. Only some whispers made people feel the anxiety in their hearts. Zheng Fa didn't know how long he had been waiting. From the hall where the Immortal Mirror was placed, that inhuman voice came again: "The results of the Immortal Products Conference have been announced." As soon as these words fell, Zheng Fa discovered that most of the people suddenly disappeared in the colorful clouds, while the halos symbolizing the initial level under the feet of the people who stayed behind began to rise slowly and condensed into tokens similar to the immortal level orders in the air. The token in front of Zheng Fa was still engraved with the pattern of nine mountains, but the texture had changed from jade to an unknown black metal that felt cold to the touch. He turned to look at the Seventh Young Master. The token in front of the Seventh Young Master was made of bamboo and had a big tree painted on it. It was probably the token of the Aoki Sect. The Seventh Young Master had a dazed expression. He looked at the token in front of him and seemed afraid to reach out. He felt as if reaching out would puncture his dream. "Why, you don't want it because it's ugly?" Zheng Fa asked with a smile. "It's a bit ugly." The Seventh Young Master grabbed the token in his hand, but he still said in disgust: "Using bamboo is too shabby." Zheng Fa looked at the bulging veins on his left hand and smiled. He looked around and found that not many people were able to enter the Hundred Immortals Alliance this time. There are probably a little over two hundred people with tokens. There are at least a thousand people taking part in the talisman assessment alone. By this calculation, the probability of passing the Immortal Products Conference may be only one in ten, or even less. Among them, sects like Jiushan Sect and Qingmu Sect recruited more people, about twenty or thirty people - it is understandable if you think about it, no matter how tight the resources of the big sects are, they are more confident than those small sects. While he was observing these people, the colorful clouds under his feet suddenly began to surge and undulate, then spread out and float down in front of them. A white cloud landed in front of Zheng Fa, and with a neigh, it turned into a snow-white horse. It rubbed its head against Zheng Fa's shoulder, and its warm breath hit his neck, as if beckoning him to mount. Everyone who passes the Xianpinhui has such a horse by his side. Next to the Seventh Young Master was a horse with golden fur. "Get on the horse!" The Seventh Young Master shouted excitedly to Zheng Fa. Zheng Fa climbed onto the horse. The white horse under him whinnied softly, stepped on its hooves lightly, and began to gallop carrying him. The sky is high and the earth is vast before my eyes, and the wind and clouds are moving beside my ears. He rode his horse across the sky and galloped in the air. The sunlight hit his and his horse's figures, casting circles of golden light, just like the legends of immortals descending to earth in storybooks. Zheng Fa, the Seventh Young Master, and Zhou Qianyuan's horses were almost moving forward at the same pace, heading towards Jingzhou City on the ground. "Zheng Fa!" "Ok?"
"I found that I'm not afraid of heights anymore!" The Seventh Young Master laughed loudly in the air: "When I go back like this, everyone in the city will be able to see my glory!" Zheng Fa also looked at Jingzhou City which was getting closer and closer. "Those who said I was a waste can now see that I have joined the Qingmu Sect! I wonder if they dare to look down on me in the future!" The Seventh Young Master kept chattering, and it seemed that he was very frustrated, so Zheng Fa continued to listen. "My mother might be crying right now!" The Seventh Young Master fantasized, "I made her proud today! I tell you, as soon as I get home, my mother will definitely run over and praise me to her heart's content!" Compared to the smugness he showed when he was venting his feelings just now, Zheng Fa saw that the anticipation on the Seventh Young Master's face was actually stronger. Zhou Qianyuan, who was standing aside, was also looking at the Seventh Young Master muttering to himself, and his eyes seemed to confirm something. …… They soon arrived above Jingzhou City, and the horses they were riding were even galloping close to the eaves of some wealthy homes. As soon as Zhou Qianyuan entered the city, he said goodbye to the two and went towards the big courtyard from which he came. Zheng Fa and the other went towards Zhao's mansion. As they got closer, they both saw their relatives gathered in Senior Sister Zhang's courtyard, looking up and waiting for them. As soon as the two men landed on the ground, the horse carrying them turned into a colorful cloud and floated slowly into the sky. The Seventh Young Master saw his mother and sister walking towards him quickly. Their steps were faster than he had imagined and their faces were happier than he had imagined. He was expectantly waiting for his mother's praise, and then...he saw his mother quickly run past him and run to Zheng Fa's side. The Seventh Young Master slowly turned around and looked at his mother's ruthless back as she walked away. "Mom, I'm here!" He couldn't help but shout, suspecting that his mother was too excited and even recognized the wrong person. The lady waved at him and walked to Zheng Fa without turning her head. The Seventh Young Master heard his mother exclaiming, "I have always thought that you, Zheng Fa, have some talent, but I never expected that your talent is so amazing!" The eldest lady at the side was also nodding, and seemed very happy for Zheng Fa. …The plot is exactly as the Seventh Young Master imagined, except that the characters seem a little off. Zheng Fa, who was facing the lady, discovered that the corners of her eyes were red. (End of this chapter)
