Three days later, in a large hall in the backyard of the Zhong Mansion, Grandpa Zhong was leaning on a dragon-headed walking stick as he looked at his eight excited adopted sons.
"Have you explained everything clearly?" Grandpa Zhong asked.
"Yes, adoptive father." Everyone nodded excitedly.
"Everything in the mansion will be carried out in an orderly manner. Don't worry, adoptive father." Zhong Tian said.
"Good." Grandpa Zhong nodded. His eyes flashed with joy as he looked at his seven adopted sons who had reached the peak of the Houtian realm. Finally, he nodded with satisfaction.
Gently, Old Master Zhong tapped the floor of the hall with his dragon-headed walking stick in a rhythmic manner.
"Ka ka ka ka"
Under the astonished gazes of his adopted sons, the floor of the hall actually split into two. It revealed a path that led underground.
Seeing this scene, all the adopted sons were astonished. Even Zhong Tian, who had been serving Grandpa Zhong all this time, had a look of horror in his eyes. How many more secrets did his adoptive father have?
"Let's go." Grandpa Zhong walked in front of them. He stepped on the stairs and slowly walked down.
The adopted sons looked at each other, but no one dared to ask.
The further down they went, the more spacious it became. At the bottom was a large hall, a huge underground hall.
On the wall, there was a carving of a wolf's head. Old Master Zhong gently rotated the carving, and the passageway that was previously opened closed again.
The adopted sons looked down in astonishment. This hall was too big and very deep. Moreover, at the edge of the hall, there was a passage, a huge passage that seemed to lead to infinity. Outside the passage, there were lamps that illuminated the passage. At the same time, at the edge of the passage, there was a huge iron house.
The entire passage was lined with countless iron bars. Among them, there were two iron bars that led to infinity.
In front of the iron house, there were a dozen people. When they saw Grandpa Zhong, they all bowed deeply. It was obvious that they were arranged by Grandpa Zhong.
Looking at the iron house, Grandpa Zhong sighed. What was this? It was a train from his previous life, the most primitive steam train.
In Zhong Shan's memories of his previous life, although he did not know how to do many technological things, he still knew about the use of coal to heat up water vapor to form high pressure. The high pressure then drove the piston to move the earliest steam train. Zhong Shan knew about this general information.
Fifty years later, they found many skilled craftsmen. After nearly twenty years, they finally developed the steam engine. Then, they let those skilled craftsmen figure it out on their own. Finally, the most primitive train appeared.
However, Zhong Shan did not make it public, so he kept it to himself.
Therefore, a train track was built underground.
Old Master Zhong was rich, and he had a lot of money. Naturally, he didn't care about this little expenditure.
Even a cunning rabbit has three burrows, let alone Old Master Zhong.
"Come, let's go in." Grandpa Zhong led the crowd into the carriage. The eyes of the eight foster sons were filled with surprise. What, what was this? Aren't we going to the Longmen Convention?
After closing the door, Old Master Zhong said to the outside, "Let's go."
"Yes, sir," the dozen or so people outside answered at once.
Then, sitting in the incomparably luxurious carriage, the foster sons suddenly felt that the iron house was moving.
Moreover, there was a loud roar in front of them.
"Rumble, rumble …"
The steam train was moving quickly underground towards Old Master Zhong's destination.
The hearts of the foster sons were filled with doubts. They looked out of the glass window and saw the lights receding rapidly. They knew that the iron house was moving quickly.
The foster sons looked at each other in surprise, and then they looked at Old Master Zhong.
At this moment, Old Master Zhong was sitting there with his dragon-headed walking stick. His eyes were closed, as if he was resting. Therefore, the foster sons did not disturb him. They just buried the doubts in their hearts at this moment.
Three days. Three whole days. The train continued to move. After three days, the eight foster sons knew that they were very far away from the Zhong Mansion.
On the third day, the roar of the train made the foster sons feel surprised at first, but they slowly accepted it.
On the third day, the train slowly came to a stop.
They were still underground and at the edge of the hall. Under Old Master Zhong's lead, they got off the train and walked along the same path as before. There was another hall on the ground above.
"This is the foot of Hengshan Mountain. This manor is my private property. Rest here for two days and adjust to your best condition. Two days later, we will go to the Longmen Valley to participate in the Longmen Convention," Old Master Zhong said.
"Yes, sir," the foster sons replied immediately.
Then, they walked out of the hall and saw that it was indeed a huge manor. There were many servants. When they saw Old Master Zhong coming over, they all bowed. After Old Master Zhong gave them some instructions, the foster sons were led to the guest rooms by a person who looked like a housekeeper.
After sending off the foster sons, Old Master Zhong came to a small courtyard. This was also Old Master Zhong's residence in the manor. He gently pushed the door open. The interior was clean and tidy.
Inside, there was a big bed and some high-end cabinets. On the wall opposite the bed, there was a portrait. It was a portrait that had been painted.
The paper of the portrait was very old. It was obvious that the portrait had been there for a very long time.
When Old Master Zhong entered the bedroom, he slowly walked to the portrait and looked at it carefully.
In the portrait was a woman, an extremely beautiful woman. She had bright eyes, white teeth, jet-black hair, and an extremely beautiful figure. She was wearing a red fur robe. She stretched out her slender jade-like hand and grabbed a very beautiful flower. She brought the flower to the tip of her nose and gently sniffed it. A faint smile appeared on her face. This smile seemed to make the world lose its color.
Looking at this extremely beautiful woman, Old Master Zhong's eyes flashed with a hint of complexity.
"Bao 'er, have you forgotten about me? Why haven't you come back yet? "Old Master Zhong's face showed a trace of a sigh and a trace of heartache.
Old Master Zhong stood in front of the portrait quietly for two hours. Then, he sighed and shook his head as he sat on the bed.
Old Master Zhong gently placed the dragon-headed walking stick on the bed and calmed himself down. He closed his eyes and sat down cross-legged to adjust himself. Next was the Longmen Convention. He had to be in his best condition for the convention.
Two days later, outside the manor, Old Master Zhong led the way. Behind him were his eight foster sons.
The direction they were heading to was the mountain north of the manor. The mountain path was rugged and there was no road at all. If it weren't for the fact that they were all martial arts experts, they wouldn't even be able to enter the mountain. The mountain was also filled with poisonous grass and insects. If Old Master Zhong didn't have decades of experience, he might have fallen for it.
Looking at the environment, the eight foster sons' hearts tightened.
Old Master Zhong's walking stick was already in the hands of his youngest foster son, Zhong Tian. Everyone except for his eldest foster son, Zhong Tian, were at the peak of the Houtian Realm. The mountain path was rugged, so they were able to catch up quickly. Only Zhong Tian was a little slower. However, Old Master Zhong still slowed down and waited patiently.
At night, they found a place to rest. Everyone had to adjust themselves to their best condition. Zhong Tian, on the other hand, was responsible for guarding the place. He looked around and guarded against the beasts and insects.
Zhong Tian was a simple and honest person. Although he was Old Master Zhong's eldest foster son, his cultivation speed wasn't very fast. He was only at the eighth stage of the Houtian Realm. Zhong Tian didn't have much hope. He just wanted to see the legendary Longmen Convention.
Old Master Zhong definitely could not be allowed to keep watch at night. As for the other seven godsons, Zhong Tian always felt that they were very snobbish. Towards him, the eldest son, they were only slightly respectful when they were young. Most of the time, in front of his godfather, it was as if they were putting on a show for him. However, Zhong Tian was a simple and honest person, so he didn't care much about it. After all, their cultivation was much higher than his.
The mountain path was difficult. Although they didn't encounter any beasts, they encountered poisonous insects, poisonous grass, and miasma. However, Old Master Zhong was always able to take out the corresponding herbs. Every time, they were scared but not in danger.
Seeing the items that their foster father carried, it wasn't difficult for the foster sons to guess that their foster father must have walked this path many times. He was very familiar with it.
Five days later, they finally crossed many mountains and arrived outside a valley.
Outside the valley, there were a few people coming from different directions. Most of them didn't know each other, but there was a group of six people that everyone recognized at a glance.
Daegun Province, the Zhao Family of the Four Great Families?
"That's the head of the Zhao Family?" The foster sons were obviously stunned.
The leader was a man in a white robe. He looked like he was in his forties or fifties. However, the foster sons knew that he was the head of the Zhao Family. His age should be about the same as their foster father, Zhong Shan. However, he looked so young because his cultivation had reached the Xiantian Realm.
"Zhong Shan?" The head of the Zhao Family recognized Old Master Zhong with a dragon head walking stick at a glance. A trace of disbelief flashed in his eyes.
"It's really a small world. Head of the Zhao Family, how have you been?" Old Master Zhong smiled faintly.
Behind the head of the Zhao Family, the five disciples of the Zhao Family looked at Zhong Shan's eight foster sons with a trace of disdain in their eyes. However, when they saw Old Master Zhong, a trace of respect flashed in their eyes. After all, Old Master Zhong's legend was in Daegun Province. Even the thousand-year-old families couldn't help but sigh in admiration.
Old Master Zhong was a legendary figure. Although he didn't have much of a background, everything that he did was praised by everyone. As for these foster sons, they were at most blessed by him.
"Haha, I didn't expect you to know about this place. You're not simple." The head of the Zhao Family looked at Zhong Shan and squinted his eyes.
"I'm just bringing a few juniors here to broaden their horizons. Head of the Zhao Family, which Celestial Sect are you planning to enter this time?" Old Master Zhong asked.
"Enter a Celestial Sect? Haha, you're the same age as me. I'm already eighty years old. Even if there are people from my family up there, they won't let me in. This time, I'm just bringing some talented juniors here to try my luck. "The head of the Zhao Family shook his head and smiled.
"If that's the case, I wish you good luck." Zhong Shan said.
"Mm, I also wish that someone from your Zhong Family can enter the Celestial Sect." The head of the Zhao Family squinted his eyes and glanced at the eight foster sons.
"Mm." Old Master Zhong nodded.
"Goodbye." The head of the Zhao Family said.
"See you at the Longmen Convention." Zhong Shan nodded.
Then, the head of the Zhao Family naturally left first. Standing outside the valley and watching the people of the Zhao Family enter, Zhong Shan's expression became serious. He squinted his eyes and thought for a while.
"Let's go in." Old Master Zhong leaned on his walking stick and said.
"Yes." The foster sons immediately nodded.
After that, they followed behind Old Master Zhong and slowly walked towards the inner part of the city.
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