Time flies and reincarnation continues. Time in the Immortal Prison seems to be delayed, as if it is a stream of water flowing by, eroding everything bit by bit in silence, and every breath is pulled long and slow.

In the blink of an eye, five hundred years have passed, and the countdown is... four hundred years after Chen Xun and Da Hei Niu are released from prison!

Mengmu Daoyuan, Dongxuan Daoyuan.

Today, the sky is as clear as blue as the sun shines brightly, and the entire sea is sparkling, and large creatures in the sea often appear.

Although the temple is full of ancient lofts, it is quite quiet, and only the voice of preaching resounds everywhere.

Today, at the foot of a fairy mountain, a girl sat alone on a stone platform, flipping through ancient books. Her eyes were lively and harmonious with the surrounding scenery, not even abrupt, just like a part of them.

"Nangong Heling..."

Under a big tree covering the sky in the distance, a girl in blue appeared. Her lips and teeth were red, and her teeth were slightly raised, as if she was telling a beautiful story.

She slowly walked towards the stone platform, her long hair flowing like a waterfall, gently brushing across her cheeks like delicate silk.

Xiaohe turned his head slightly, with a hint of doubt in his eyes. Who is this person in the late stage of the God Transformation?

She smiled peacefully and stood up: "Fellow Taoist, who are you?"

"Mu Qingyao."

The girl bowed and smiled, as if she was wrapped in a layer of veil, revealing her elegant and gentle temperament. "I have actually been paying attention to you for a long time, but I just want to meet you, but I have no other intentions."

Nangong Heling smiled and nodded softly: "Please sit down quickly."

Mu Qingyao and Nangong He have very different spiritual temperaments, the former is extremely gentle.

The latter exudes a clear spirit, not infected by family background, and is filled with the freedom of nature.

Mu Qingyao observed Nangong Heling carefully. Her breath made her a little fascinated and liked her very much. She had seen her once before, and she couldn't help but feel good about her.

However, Nangong Heling came and went alone and rarely even listened to the sermons. He never saw her when he was outside. He was so low-key that there was almost no such person in the Taoist temple.

However, I heard from others that this girl has a big origin, so don’t provoke her for no reason, which has dispelled many people’s idea of ​​coming to meet her.

But the mysterious and indifferent feeling of Nangong Heling made many men secretly fascinated by it, and their temperament was really noble.

Mu Qingyao sat on a stone chair, with a faint smell of wood on her skirt. When she raised her hands and feet, she was full of a ladylike demeanor. She looked quite well-educated and had an extraordinary origin.

She looked at the stone table, with a little surprised: "Fellow Daoist Nangong, are you reading these ancient books every day... This is of no use to cultivation."

"But reading more books can be wise. I am not very talented, so I don't expect to have a high level of cultivation."

Nangong Heling said in an ethereal voice. She sorted out the ancient books and smiled brightly, "Just call me Heling, there is no need to call him a fellow Taoist, they are all people who are studying in the Taoist temple."

"Okay!" Mu Qingyao's words were a little heavier, "He Ling, then just call me Qingyao."

"Come today, but what's the point?"

Nangong Heling's face was full of maturity. Since her eldest brother and second brother left, she has no longer been lively and has never jumped around.

Mu Qingyao's eyebrows and eyes curled slightly: "I have actually noticed you for a long time. I have no other important things. I just want to come and meet you, and I am a little curious about you."

After she finished speaking, she took a breath. Nangong Heling had no master and did not follow any Taoist elders to practice. She seemed to be just reading books day after day, neither competing nor robbing.

"So that's it, but looking at Qingyao, you are like the ancient clan and the Mu family."

"He Ling, not..."

Mu Qingyao's pupils opened slightly and she shook her head quickly, "There are too many people with the Mu family. Our family has nothing to do with the Mu family of the ancient clan. She just does some spiritual wood business. She has given me to the Taoist temple all the time."

Nangong Heling covered his face and chuckled, feeling that Mu Qingyao's contrast was a bit big, and she seemed to look gentle, but she was a bit careless when speaking and doing things.

"Hey, He Ling, do you know how the disciples of the Academy passed on you?"

"ah?"

"They said you may have something to do with the Yaotai Immortal Palace. They are even bigger than Daozi Mo Yehan, and are definitely not from the Mo family."

After Mu Qingyao said this, she laughed, "After all, your surname is Nangong, so you are naturally not from the Mo family."

"No, Yaotai Immortal Palace is the Master Yuxuan, and it has nothing to do with me."

Nangong Heling shook his head seriously and frowned slightly, "Our family just does some garbage transactions in cultivating immortals, and there is no such big background."

Mu Qingyao's pupils opened slightly wide, so it turned out that the rumors seemed to be unreliable.

"He Ling, then I'll feel relieved, otherwise I would have thought it was me who was going high."

Mu Qingyao suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and pretended to stroke her chest, "Then our background is consistent, and we finally don't have that much pressure anymore."

Her words made people feel comfortable. There was no monk who looked down on the trash picking up trash, and there was a strong sense of sincerity in his words.

Nangong Heling smiled and nodded slightly: "Mo Daozi is just having some relationship with my elder brother, and I came to the Taoist temple just to increase my knowledge."

The two started chatting next to the stone platform. The more Mu Qingyao talked, the more she liked He Ling, and she felt a sense of spiritual harmony, and she didn't even want to leave her.

But this is not the mortal world, but the world of cultivating immortals. Mu Qingyao knew that there might be some big secrets hidden in her, but she didn't think too much about it and wanted to make friends simply.

One hour later.

A stream of light flashed across the air, and a man with extraordinary momentum came to the air with a smile that he thought was infinitely charming. He bowed in the distance: "Feng Jinyu has seen it..."

Halfway through his speech, his eyes suddenly opened wide. On the stone platform below, why is Mu Qingyao also there?!!

Feng Jinyu felt a little dry and as if he had seen the most beautiful scenery in the world. He even forgot to speak for a while, and his voice was stuck in his throat in an instant.

Among this generation of new disciples who entered the Taoist temple, it is about talent, appearance, background, temperament, etc. Someone has concluded that it must be Mu Qingyao!

However, there are thousands of disciples in this academy, and there are also many outstanding disciples than Mu Qingyao. However, it is difficult for their generation to get in touch with, and there is no reasonable identity to get in touch with.

But many people don’t know that there is another Nangong Heling, but he knows that he has noticed her before entering the Taoist temple.

However, he didn't have much thought. It was enough to say a few words occasionally. He was a true friendship between gentlemen. After all, the competition for the way of immortality is his ultimate destination.

Nangong Heling smiled and looked up: "Feng Jinyu, it's you."

Feng Jinyu felt a numb all over when he heard this, and felt a little fluttering. He realized that he had lost his composure and stepped down with a solemn expression: "I didn't expect that Fellow Daoist Mu was also here, so I was really a bit rude."

Mu Qingyao also sat upright, stood up and bowed, "So it's fellow Taoist Feng."

She didn't know this person, and I think she was not very outstanding among this generation of disciples.

However, not looking down on anyone casually is the code of immortality in their family. You must understand it before entering the path of immortality.

Before entering the God of Transformation, Mu Qingyao went to the mortal world to experience it, and she realized how profound the meaning of this statement was.

She has also seen many eternal geniuses in the mortal world. Even if they turned into a slope of loess a hundred years later, even if they knew that there were immortals in the sky, they had never surrendered to their destiny for a hundred years.

Feng Jinyu looked a little embarrassed, and he didn't even dare to look at these two people with his eyes. He really felt that he had cultivated this immortal in vain!

Somehow, he smiled silly: "Miss Heling has guests here today, so I can't disturb you. I will come to ask some questions in the history of immortals another day."

Nangong Heling smiled and nodded: "Okay~"

Feng Jinyu was like being pardoned, coming and going in a hurry, and no longer had the feeling of being as vigorous as he came.

To be honest, he really doesn't believe that anyone from his generation can withstand these two people standing together... Anyway, he definitely can't withstand it, which makes people feel throbbing and fearful than fighting.

Mu Qingyao shook her head and smiled. This person was a little interesting. She changed her tone: "He Ling, have you not been to listen to the elder of the Taoist dean for years?"

"Of course I've been there, but a little bit."

"We'll go together in the future?"

"Can."

Nangong Heling looked peaceful and uncontested. Seeing Mu Qingyao even wanted to trick her home, and she had a strong desire to protect her.

Mu Qingyao coughed lightly, her face turned slightly red: "He Ling, have you been practicing in this inscription? Do you want to go to the place?"

"Well~ Every year my family will come to Xiandao to see me."

Nangong Heling's mouth filled with a smile from the bottom of his heart, "I'm waiting for my two brothers here. They will come to pick me up. Calculate the days, and there are still four hundred years left."

"Ah? Did they go to other heavenly realms?" Mu Qingyao looked surprised. Nangong Heling actually had two older brothers, and she thought there was only one older brother.

Nangong Heling smiled and suddenly said the most terrifying place from her clear face: "In the Immortal Prison."

As soon as the words came to an end, the surroundings suddenly became quiet, with only the rustling sounds of the surrounding spiritual plants.
Chapter completed!