"Speaking of being lost in a dream."

"Actually, dreams are not scary. What is scary is the blindness of the mortal world."

"Family affection, affection, love."

"Responsibility, oath, righteousness."

"The cutting continues, the reasoning remains chaotic, there are too many worries, and there are too many burdens, so naturally it is difficult to escape, and this is how we sink."

In the immortal world.

Zhang Heng slowly opened his eyes.

He stayed in the Galaxy Era for half a month, but in reality it only lasted more than an hour.

See him wake up.

Jiang Yan, who was protecting him at the side, immediately couldn't help but look at his daughter.

Seeing Jiang Le hadn't woken up, his mood plummeted like a roller coaster, with a face full of despair.

"No need to panic."

Zhang Heng said at the right time: "I have already met Jiang Le. She is not awake now because she still has unfinished business. You should hide her body first for a few years or half a year. I think she will be gone from there."

Waking up from a dream.”

Hear this.

Jiang Yan felt a little relieved and said half to please and half to flatter: "It all depends on the immortal."

Zhang Heng shook his head: "I don't think so. Your daughter and I have a certain affinity. When it comes to talking about it, you still want to call me senior brother."

Finished.

Zhang Heng thought for a while and said: "My floating stone vein has just been mined, and I don't have a manager. Since you are the father of Jiang Le, and you travel through the mountains to mine all year round, you can be a manager and help me manage the mine."

Well, it will be of great benefit to you when we come back."

"This this..."

Jiang Yan was overjoyed.

Being in charge may not sound like a big deal, but the power is not small either.

His subordinates are in charge of Bai Lai No. 1 Mining Fairy. They keep accounts, supervise the work, and check whether there is any ore entrained among everyone.

There is no need to go to the mines to dig out rocks. Who will do the work and who will not come? That is just a matter of words.

Jiang Yan has been struggling at the bottom for a long time.

After all these years, I haven't figured it out yet. Only today did I sigh: 'It's better to enjoy the shade under the big tree.'

Zhang Heng didn't care about Jiang Yan's emotion either.

The lower bound is the lower bound, and the upper bound is the upper bound.

Those who can soar up are those who are below and can call upon the wind and rain.

It's like, you were the first in your high school in the college entrance examination, and then you performed exceptionally and got admitted to Qingbei.

When you arrive in Qingbei, you will see that these people are so perverted.

Each of them is the top pick at the provincial and municipal level, and you are just a make-up among them. You no longer have the thousands of people chasing after you in high school.

certainly.

This metaphor may not be appropriate, but the meaning is similar.

Among the hundreds of mining wizards who were mining in Zhang Heng's veins, every one of them was very excited when they talked about the lower world.

What's more, regret soared.

In their opinion, they ascended to the upper world to do great things, not to mine.

"Ancestor!"

"Hello, Patriarch."

After settling Jiang Yan, Zhang Heng went to Maoshan Immortal Gate.

Not yet arrived at the mountain gate.

Then I saw the fairy light rising and falling on Jurong Mountain, and hundreds of meteors shooting out.

Take a closer look.

It turned out to be an elder from the Chuan Gong Hall, who was leading his disciples to learn the art of flying escape.

These are all junior disciples gathered from Jurong Maoshan from all over the country. They are all high-spirited and can't conceal their immortal talents.

Although he has just entered the Taoist path, it is still early for him to become an immortal.

However, it is not difficult to see that when it comes to future, these people have a much brighter future than those wild immortals who have ascended from the lower realms.

Bang bang bang...

Seeing Zhang Heng, all the young disciples greeted him one after another and called him Patriarch.

Because I just learned the flying escape technique.

This distraction caused many people to drop down like dumplings and fall to the ground like puppies. They grinned in pain and howled.

It made Zhang Heng feel pain.

"Master Zhang, I heard that you ascended from the ancestral land. Is the ancestral land fun?"

There is shame in it.

Naturally, there is a moon with extraordinary talents and stars.

Several girls with good faces, either standing on flying swords or holding magic weapons, flew in circles around Zhang Heng, looking at him with curiosity and longing.

"The ancestral land!"

Zhang Heng shook his head: "It's not fun. The lower realm is very small, not even one ten thousandth as big as Jurong Maoshan in the Earthly Immortal Realm."

Hear this.

A young-looking female disciple in yellow clothes asked strangely: "Ancestor, since the ancestral land is so small, why are there so many talented people with outstanding people?"

Zhang Heng replied: "Time, fate, and luck. I don't know if you have ever been to a mortal dynasty. If you have been, you will find that when secular imperial power changes and the founding emperor raises an army, the families who first gather around him are often

The most powerful ones are Jiangjun County and Cabinet Township. To be honest, it would be an exaggeration to have hundreds of generals from a small county."

After listening to this, the girl in yellow seemed to understand: "Ancestor, you are saying that the ancestral land is the foundation of my Maoshan Mountain. With the condensation of luck, sages are destined to emerge. Is this the truth?"

"That's right."

Zhang Heng looked at the group of sect juniors who were in their 10s and 20s, and said with a smile: "The ancestral land is as good as the ancestral land, and the upper world is as good as the upper world. You don't need to care about these distinctions. As long as you practice well, you will be good in the future.

Share the worries of the sect."

Whoosh whoosh whoosh...

The young monks gathered in groups, and under the leadership of the elders of the Chuan Gong Hall, they all flew away playfully: "Master, we went to practice flying."

Watching everyone’s backs.

Zhang Heng was filled with emotions for a while.

He was also young back then, he just learned how to fly, and he could fly 90,000 miles in one day.

Pay homage to the ancestors of Maoshan.

The lights are shining brightly, and Maoshan will be passed down forever.

This is inheritance.

Zhang Heng stood in the void and looked at it quietly for a long time.

Under the eyes.

The boys were fighting and the girls were chattering.

There is also the childhood sweetheart, flying side by side, holding hands from time to time when no one is paying attention, breaking up at the touch, and smiling back.

"Youth!"

I do not know how long it has been.

Zhang Heng came back to his senses and walked slowly towards the Jade Ax Secret Realm, muttering: "I was young and wearing thin clothes, riding a horse and leaning on a leaning bridge..."

Time leaves no one behind.

Zhang Heng was a little lost in thought, what if his portal was not opened in the Republic of China plane, but at the foot of Jurong Mountain.

Will he, like these juniors, worship in Maoshan and have a junior sister who is all about him, fly side by side with him every day, sit in the clouds, watch the sunset, and hold hands secretly?

Shake his head.

There are so many ifs.

The faint yellow sky.
To be continued...