Chapter 122 Somewhat Similar Temperaments

Not many people from Xianxia Sect came to pay respect to Cui Heng this time.

Only nine people.

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

In addition, there was the Sect Leader Zhu Qing Zhenren, the Deputy Sect Leader Liu Yiyu, the two Fairy Sword Masters Qiuyun and Xizhao, the two disciples of Zhu Qing Zhenren, and Zheng Nanxun, the disciple of the founder Hengxia Zhenren.

Originally, Zhu Qing Zhenren planned to lead all the disciples of the sect to pay respect to Cui Heng, thinking that this was the only way to express the respect of Xianxia Sect for the founder.

However, this plan was dissuaded by Zheng Nanxun.

If all the disciples of the sect left the mountain gate, what if an external enemy took advantage of the opportunity to enter?

Cangcheng Mountain Xianxia Sect is the foundation of the founder Hengxia Zhenren for nearly a hundred years, and it is also the inheritance handed down to them, so they must not be careless.

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

Of course, the nine people who came to pay homage to Cui Heng were still the absolute core of Xianxia Sect.

After all, the person they were going to pay homage to this time was their true ancestor.

At this time, the Xianxia Sect had already arrived in a small town outside the city of Changfeng Prefecture.

They did not go directly into the city to pay homage to Cui Heng.

That was too rude.

Zhenren Zhuqing and He Qingrou went to pay homage first, and after getting Cui Heng's permission, the rest of the people went into the city.

Before that, everyone stayed in an inn first.

Zheng Nanxun leaned against the window, looking at the crowds of pedestrians below, her eyes a little dazed.

She was a beautiful woman who looked to be in her thirties, with a somewhat pale complexion, a weak temperament, a thin figure, and no Taoist robes, but a simple light blue dress, elegant and natural.

This was the first time she had come down the mountain in nearly a hundred years.

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

As the first disciple of Hengxia Zhenren, she inherited her master's philosophy, traveled the world, punished evil, upheld justice, and helped those in need.

That was the happiest time of her life.

Zheng Nanxun originally thought that she could continue like that.

She always followed her master, followed the path passed down by her master, and taught her disciples.

Until the day when she died.

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

All the disciples she taught carefully died in the battle.

She herself was also seriously injured, damaged her essence, and her life span was greatly reduced.

Even her master, who she regarded as the goal of her life, disappeared after that battle.

Then, Xianxia Sect closed the mountain.

Everything changed.

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

She locked herself in the cave in the back mountain.

She didn't see anyone.

She sat in a dead state.

She fell into a deep sleep.

It was not until more than ten years ago that a little girl named Chen Ying accidentally entered the forbidden area in the back mountain and woke her up.

This little girl looked very much like one of her dead disciples.

Chen Ying was lively and cheerful, and spoke sweetly.

Finally, Zheng Nanxun's dead heart was ignited with some life.

However, she still did not move out of the cave in the back mountain. She

just occasionally met Zhu Qing Zhenren, the current leader, to inquire about the current situation of Xianxia Sect.

Just a few days ago, Zhu Qing Zhenren suddenly told her a piece of news.

Chen Ying found the true ancestor of Xianxia Sect.

The master of Hengxia Zhenren, the hidden immortal named "Cui Heng".

This evoked Zheng Nanxun's long-sealed memory.

That was when she had just worshipped Jiang Qiqi as her master.

At that time, there was no world-famous Hengxia Zhenren.

There was 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 the master learn such a powerful swordsmanship?

The answer she got was that he learned it from an immortal brother.

Occasionally, Jiang Qiqi would tell her some things about the immortal brother.

It was a tone full of admiration and longing.

But after Jiang Qiqi entered the world as Hengxia Zhenren, he never told her the story about the immortal brother again.

Over time, she also forgot a little.

Gradually, she only remembered that her master should have a very powerful master.

His name was Cui Heng.

He was her master's great master, the true ancestor of the Xianxia Sect.

He was a secluded immortal.

Although in her impression, her master never seemed to say that he was her master...

Later, Zheng Nanxun accidentally discovered that

although her master had not mentioned the "immortal brother" to anyone for a long time, he had actually been looking for clues in secret.

But there was no gain.

Until the war, he could not find it.

Now so many years have passed...

Have you really found the "immortal brother" that the master mentioned?

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

Bang bang!

At this time, there was a gentle knock on the door.

"Grandmaster, we are going into the city." Chen Ying's voice came from outside, and she said with a smile, "We are going to pay homage to the Grandmaster."

Before coming to the town of Changfeng Prefecture, Master Zhu Qing organized another discussion about how to address Cui Heng.

Finally, after some discussion, it was decided that Cui Heng should be called Grandmaster only when he was formally meeting him.

At other times, such as when fellow disciples were talking to each other, they could just call him Grandmaster.

This did not violate the decision of Grandmaster Hengxia Zhenren, and it would also facilitate communication among fellow disciples.

The best of both worlds.

"Well, I'll come right away."

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

...

Walking in the prosperous city of Changfeng Prefecture.

Zheng Nanxun gradually had a feeling of finding his past self.

A hundred years ago, when he was with his master, he 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 life span has been greatly reduced. Today, she is not going to live long.

Although she looks healthy on the surface, she is almost

at the end of her life. "However, I can help my master by seeing her immortal brother for him before he dies."

Zheng Nanxun thought to himself.

...

In the governor's office.

Cui Heng saw three familiar figures.

Chen Ying, He Qingrou, and Zhu Qing Zhenren.

He didn't know the other people.

But one of them instantly caught his attention.

Zheng Nanxun.

"Who is this?" Cui Heng asked Zhu Qing Zhenren.

He felt that this person's temperament was very similar to Jiang Qiqi, and he was the one who looked most like Jiang Qiqi among the nine people in the Xianxia Sect.

Zhu Qing Zhenren hurriedly invited Zheng Nanxun, "Master Zheng..."

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

"You are Qiqi's first disciple." Cui Heng was a little surprised and a little surprised to hear this. He smiled and praised, "The glow of the clouds is restrained, and the sword light is hidden without leaking. It seems that you have already grasped the true meaning of Xianxia Sword Technique..."

But he couldn't continue speaking, and his brows wrinkled.

Cui Heng discovered the abnormality of Zheng Nanxun's physical condition and said in a deep voice, "What's the matter? Your essence is so severely damaged, and your life span is about to end with such cultivation."

Zheng Nanxun's Xianxia Sword Technique has been cultivated to the level of the eighth level of Qi Refining. Even if her life span is not as long as that of a true immortal cultivator, she should be able to live for more than 300 years.

But now it is less than 200 years.

She is already close to the state of running out of energy.

This is absolutely not normal.

The people of Xianxia Sect around were obviously unaware of Zheng Nanxun's situation. They were shocked when they heard it.

"Uncle Zheng, how are you?"

"Grandmaster..."

"Grandmaster..."

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

The source of life was damaged and their life span was about to end. This was like a bolt from the blue.

"I'm fine." Zheng Nanxun shook his head calmly and said to Cui Heng, "Master, don't worry. It's just an old injury from a hundred years ago. It's an old problem." "

Come here." Cui Heng waved to Zheng Nanxun, "I'll heal you."

"Heal, heal?" Zheng Nanxun looked confused and asked in confusion, "Master, in fact, my injury has been healed a long time ago. Now it's the source of life that is damaged..."

The source of life is damaged, which means the foundation of the body is damaged. There is no possibility of recovery through any treatment.

No matter how powerful the tonic is or how advanced the martial arts are, it is impossible to make up for the loss and damage of the source of life.

This is the consensus of every warrior.

Can this be cured?

"Grandmaster, don't worry, Grandmaster is very powerful!" Chen Ying came to Zheng Nanxun's side and said, "I will definitely cure your injury."

Zhu Qing Zhenren, Liu Yiyu and others were speechless.

They all knew very well what it meant to have damaged origin.

Moreover, Zheng Nanxun had cultivated Xianxia Sword Art to an extremely high level, comparable to a human immortal. It was almost impossible to repair and treat the origin of a human immortal.

"Well, the origin is damaged, just repair it." Cui Heng nodded lightly.

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

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

At the same time, he raised his right hand and flicked his fingers, allowing a strand of magic power to enter Zheng Nanxun's body.

This strand of magic power instantly spread to her limbs and bones, turning into endless vitality, quickly filling her already extremely empty body.

Zheng Nanxun's originally pale face gradually regained its rosiness.

The few strands of white hair at her temples also turned black again, and her appearance became younger, as if she had directly changed from her thirties to her twenties.

In a short moment, Zheng Nanxun's whole person turned from a dying lamp into a blazing fire.

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

Zhu Qing Zhenren, Liu Yiyun and others also felt unprecedented shock.

The Grandmaster is too amazing!

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

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

"No need to be polite." Cui Heng raised his hand and didn't let her bow down, "Tell me what happened during the period before Qiqi disappeared."

(End of this chapter)