My Simulated Longevity

"It's hard to cross the sea of ​​heart..."

When the monks present heard what Qin Tang said, some of them looked dazed and seemed to have some understanding.

Some just turned a deaf ear and didn't care.

Just like that, the next day passed quickly.

Early on the third day, Qin Tang appeared in public view as usual.

However, this time he didn't drink. He was no longer drunk and looked much more energetic.

"Today is the last test." Qin Tang looked at the monks present with a serious expression.

"On the road of spiritual practice, you will always encounter countless difficulties or temptations. Can you persevere and not change your original intention?"

"Just let me wait and see."

As Qin Tang spoke, everyone's eyes went dark and they lost consciousness.

…

In a small mountain village, Li Fan was lying on the roof, watching the setting sun, always feeling that he had forgotten something.

Growing up in a mountain village, I lived a life of working at sunrise and resting at sunset.

It has been going on for a full fifteen years.

Such days are dull and happy.

If we continue to live like this, there seems to be nothing wrong with it.

But there was always a faint throbbing in his heart, and he felt that he should never end his life in such an ordinary way.

"Fan'er, Fan'er, where are you? You're going home for dinner!"

Li Fan was indifferent to his mother's call.

He looked up at the sky, at the birds soaring freely, at the sun and moon that existed forever and were not affected by human will, and he was in a daze.

Until night falls and the sky is filled with stars.

Under the vast starry sky, he felt even more insignificant.

So, I watched it all night.

Until dawn was approaching, he suddenly realized.

Turn over and jump out of the house.

He rushed into the house and said loudly to his sleeping mother: "Mom, please call off the marriage to Erniu's family next door."

"I'm not getting married anymore. I'm going to become an immortal!"

The sleepy mother was suddenly frightened and woke up, thinking that her child had gone crazy. She quickly got up and took Li Fan's hand: "What kind of immortality are you cultivating? There are no immortals! My child, please wake up!"

Li Fan pulled away his mother's hand, his young face full of determination: "I don't know where Xian is, but I will definitely find him."

After that, with his mother crying, he simply packed his luggage and strode out of the house.

Half a year later, Li Fan was unfortunately killed by a tiger while exploring in the mountains.

…

In front of the dilapidated Taoist temple, amid the jumping firelight and the cries of the people, Li Fan was filled with confusion.

"Senior Brother, Master is dead, what will we do after Izumo Temple?" A voice beside him asked timidly.

Li Fan was about to open his mouth when he heard angry voices coming from all around.

"What else can we do? Of course everyone should divide the things in the temple and go down the mountain!"

"I originally thought that the person on the mountain was a real god, and everyone worked hard to come to the mountain to worship him. I didn't expect that this old Taoist priest was an out-and-out liar!"

"Yes, can a true god suddenly die of illness while being fine?"

Everyone became more and more excited as they talked, and Li Fan didn't know how to explain it, so he had to let them snatch up all the large and small objects in Izumo Temple.

After a while, Li Fan was the only one left on the mountain.

After collecting his master's ashes and burying them, Li Fan recalled the way his master looked at him before he died.

Reluctance, regret, melancholy, hope...

Is Master a liar?

Is the "Izumo Ascension Chapter" taught by Master also fabricated?

Li Fan felt that it might not be what everyone thought.

Immortals may be real.

In the end, Li Fan still didn't go down the mountain.

For the rest of his life, he stayed alone in the Taoist temple, watching the clouds roll and relax in the mountains, and the sun and moon change.

Studying "Izumo Ascends to Heaven" all day long.

Over fifty years old, but still unable to make any progress.

End with regret.

…

In the palace.

Li Fan looked at the wooden plaque full of names on the gold plate in front of him, with a hint of impatience in his eyes.

"Take it, I still want to practice Taoism tonight."

"Your Majesty, you have not favored the concubines in the harem for three months..."

"Huh?" A fierce light flashed in Li Fan's eyes.

"...This slave obeys your order."

Seeing the chief eunuch retreat in fear, Li Fan snorted coldly.

"This emperor is not worthy." Such a thought suddenly appeared in his mind.

Search the country's resources for him to practice.

On the surface, he still looks like a mortal, but in fact, he has now stepped into the golden elixir stage.

This worldly thing is so boring!

Thinking like this, three months later, Li Fan flew away in the morning in front of the civil and military officials of the court.

Two hundred and sixteen years later, while Li Fan was exploring an ancient cave, he was unfortunately assassinated.

When the body dies, the Tao disappears.

…

Lingyun Peak.

"How come this calamity cloud has been gathering for so long and it hasn't fallen yet?"

"Isn't the power of this heavenly tribulation even stronger than when the leader ascended?"

"That's natural. In terms of combat prowess, my junior uncle can be called the number one member of our Lishan Sword Sect in thousands of years!"

Li Fan looked at the increasing power of the calamity cloud above his head, and felt heroic in his heart.

After three hundred years of practice, what’s the point of fearing a mere catastrophe?

A ray of sword light rose into the sky from Lingyun Peak.

Split the sky full of calamity clouds from it!

The sun poured down from the gaps in the calamity clouds, shining on the Lingyun Peak of Mount Li.

The sky is full of flowers, and the fairy door suddenly opens.

Li Fan flew into the immortal gate without any hesitation.

After entering the fairy world, Li Fan angrily discovered that all the senior Lishan who had ascended in the past were inexplicably killed by unknown enemies.

While he was practicing, he was looking for the murderer behind the scenes.

After a hundred years of tossing and turning, there was no harvest.

Once while exploring the secret realm of ancient immortal cultivation, he was attacked by a close friend who was traveling with him, and he died in shock and unwillingness.

…

Northern Fairyland.

Ever since Emperor Fantian unified the Qingtian Immortal Territory two thousand years ago, he has embarked on a bloody conquest journey.

Over the years, the heads of five Immortal Emperors and sixteen Immortal Kings have achieved the unparalleled reputation of the Emperor of Heaven.

In the end, only the Northern Immortal Domain was left in the entire fairyland to survive.

Now, the army is pressing down on the territory, vowing to destroy the Northern Immortal Territory within a year.

In the center of the army, Qin Tang looked at Emperor Fantian who was concentrating with his eyes closed, but hesitated to speak.

Li Fan opened his eyes, looked at his beloved general who had followed him all the way from Wei Mo, and showed a rare smile.

"Qin Tang, you seem to have something to ask me?"

"To be honest with you, Emperor, I do have something that I don't understand."

"But it doesn't matter."

"Since the emperor started as a mortal, he has gone through countless hardships and finally became a heavenly emperor. His power is so overwhelming that all the immortals in the immortal world are afraid of him. But why does the emperor never mean to stop? What is it that the emperor is pursuing so hard? ?”

"After killing Emperor Zhuan Tian and completely unifying the immortal world, what will the emperor's plan be?" Qin Tang stared at Li Fan and expressed the question in his heart.

"Haha." Li Fan chuckled.

"All I want is 'immortality'." He said calmly.

Qin Tang was stunned, as if he couldn't believe his ears.

"Immortality? With the emperor's current cultivation, can't he still be called immortal? If there are no accidents, it will not be difficult for the emperor to live for millions of years, right?" He asked with a shocked face, as if it was difficult to understand.

"With a life span of a million years, you can claim to be immortal?" Li Fan smiled and just asked.

"In the Huangtian Tomb, hundreds of ancient Immortal Emperors have long become withered bones in the tomb."

"Even the ancient immortal who was rumored to have opened up the immortal world and had supreme power has not turned into a mountain range and was suppressed by me below the palace."

"This time I want to unify the immortal world, gather the power of all the immortals in the world, and build a large formation that covers the entire immortal world. In this way, I can blast away the immortal cage that is said to have existed forever."

"I want to step above the immortals and take a step further." Li Fan's tone was calm, but so determined that he did not allow anyone to refute.

Qin Tang was speechless.

Because he knew that there would be no more in the fairy world.

So he could only lower his head in silence.

Everything went according to Li Fan's plan.

In just ten years, Li Fan unified the entire fairy world.

After that, he used extremely bloody methods to suppress all opposition. Collecting resources from all over the Immortal World, we successfully built the great formation used to break the shackles of the Immortal World.

As the formation started, the entire immortal world was trembling.

Countless cracks appeared in the sky, and everything in the world seemed to be broken.

Li Fan laughed and rushed into the crack.

What greeted him was only endless darkness.

…

At this point, the Trial of Eternity has ended.

Because Qin Tang knew that there was no need to continue testing.

In this test, an anomaly occurred.

Even if he builds an infinite world, he may not be able to weaken this person's determination to move forward.

If Master were here, he would probably be very happy to see such a genius.

It's just a pity...

A trace of sadness flashed in Qin Tang's eyes.

With a long sigh, everyone woke up from their dreams.

But still in the square at the beginning.

Some were dazed, and some woke up and turned pale.

Some people fall into epiphany and gain something.

…

Qin Tang looked at the monks with different performances and said with a smile: "All three tests have ended."

"Some of you performed beyond my expectations, and some of you were really unbearable."

"The head master once told me that when I accept disciples in Yunshui Tiangong, I am more skilled than more."

He looked at everyone with a gentle expression: "In that case, please keep half of you."

The monks who were originally looking happy changed their expressions after hearing what Qin Tang said.

"What do you mean?"

They know very well how they performed in the three tests.

Now that he heard that Qin Tang was going to kill half of the monks present, he was suddenly shocked and angry.

In desperation, they began to attack Qin Tang.

Qin Tang was not angry either.

He just smiled indifferently: "Yunshui Tiangong, Chief of Chuanfa Pavilion, Qin Tang."

"Please give me some advice."

Following Qin Tang's words, blue figures suddenly appeared around half of the monks present.

They are just like copies of the target. Their image, breath, and even strength are exactly the same as the original ones.

Once it appeared, it launched a relentless attack on the target.

"My uncle, the head master, is a strict man. But my master once told me that you should never do things without hesitation. If you can survive the hands of your own mirror image, I will not make things difficult for you again."

Looking at the monks who were locked in a bitter battle, Qin Tang said slowly.

The other half of the monks who were not attacked, including Li Fan, chose to stay away from the battlefield to avoid being affected.

Li Fan retreated to a safe place and observed the situation on the court.

This blue mirror image's moves are extremely powerful, tireless, and will not get hurt.

Ordinary monks are really no match for him. When they started fighting, they quickly fell into a disadvantage.

Not long after, many monks died tragically under their own mirror reflection.

And as monks continue to die, it seems that the remaining ones who are struggling will not be able to hold on much longer.

In a panic, they yelled at Qin Tang.

"Wake up! Why are you recruiting disciples? Yunshui Tiangong has been destroyed for I don't know how many years!"

"What nonsense, master and uncle! When the catastrophe comes, don't they all kill each other!"

…

"Kill each other?" Qin Tang shook his head after hearing this.

"We, Yunshui Tiangong, are of one mind. We respect and love each other. Even if we sacrifice ourselves for our fellow disciples, we will not hesitate much."

"How can we kill each other?"

As Qin Tang spoke, his voice suddenly became softer.

"Great calamity, great calamity..."

He frowned, seeming to remember something.

"Great calamity..."

He kept repeating in a low voice, and the sky in the square suddenly became gloomy.

The blue phantoms that attacked the monks also mutated.

Thick black continuously gushes out from inside the phantom, instantly dyeing the phantom into a terrifying ink color.

The dark mirror image was much more sinister than the previous blue phantom. In the blink of an eye, most of the monks who were struggling to hold on died.

There are only a few left, still hanging on.

But Qin Tang has not yet recovered from his daze. He was still whispering.

The ground in the square began to shake violently, and dark clouds kept pressing down in the sky.

Lightning and thunder continued.

Those monks who were not attacked by the mirror image and were watching the show suddenly felt something bad.

But facing Qin Tang, who was already in a daze, no one dared to act rashly.

For a moment, everyone didn't know what to do.

At this moment, Li Fan slowly walked to Qin Tang.

He was carrying a wine gourd, patted Qin Tang on the shoulder, and handed it over.

With a smile on his face, Li Fan quietly said to Qin Tang: "Brother Qin, drink."

"Don't worry, there is no big disaster at all."

Qin Tang turned his head, sniffed, instinctively took the wine gourd and took a sip.

Then he looked at Li Fan with some confusion: "There is no catastrophe?"

Li Fan nodded confidently and repeated: "Yes, there is no big disaster at all."

Qin Tang's eyes gradually brightened, and he kept mumbling and repeating: "There is no catastrophe, there is no catastrophe, there is no catastrophe..."

"Hahaha, you are right! There is no big disaster at all!"

After a long time, Qin Tang laughed and finally returned to normal.

The strange images in the field also disappeared and became calm and calm again.

When everyone present saw this, they all breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Li Fan gratefully.

Li Fan suddenly felt something in his heart.

Because he noticed that there were actually two vague murderous intentions locked on him.

Although these two murderous intentions are extremely weak, Li Fan is extremely sensitive to them and will never be mistaken.

The owners of these two murderous intentions are Sikong Yi and Bai Lichen!

Li Fan pretended not to notice, but secretly locked the two of them with a murderous intention.

It just hasn't started yet.

The brief interlude passed quickly, and the fight between the monk and the blue mirror image was over.

In the end, only two people were lucky enough to survive.

Qin Tang looked at the monk who was still alive with a gentle expression: "The trial is over, you can go ahead."

The monks didn't know why, and just as they were about to speak, they saw each other's figures gradually fade and slowly disappear into the square.

Soon, only Li Fan was left among the monks present.

Qin Tang looked at Li Fan, the complicated look in his eyes flashed away.

"Why don't you leave?"

Qin Tang asked.

Li Fan smiled calmly: "Senior brother still owes me a jug of good wine."

As if he didn't expect Li Fan to answer like this, Qin Tang was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing.

"Yes, I still owe you a jug of good wine!"

His expression suddenly changed and he looked at Li Fan seriously.

He stretched out his right hand and tapped Li Fan's eyebrow with his index finger.

"This "Yun Shui Fantasy Dream Technique" is an original and painstaking technique that I have learned all my life. I hope you won't bury him!"

After a moment, Qin Tang retracted his finger.

Li Fan's figure also slowly disappeared.

In the huge square, Qin Tang was alone again.

Just like it has been for thousands of years.

"Uncle, master, sister..."

Qin Tang looked around lonely, but found nothing.

So he took another sip of wine.

…

Li Fan gradually regained consciousness.

Ahead, there is a towering gate with the four characters "Yunshui Tiangong" written on it.

Under the gate, stood a stone statue.

The stone statue is in dilapidated condition and full of scars.

The heart seemed to have been penetrated, revealing a huge hole.

From the blurred face of the stone statue, Qin Tang's appearance can be vaguely discerned.

Li Fan stared at the stone statue quietly for a moment, and then took out a wine gourd from the storage ring.

Place it gently in front of the stone statue.

Then it moved like a shadow, rushing towards the direction locked by the Wuxiang murderous intention.