The current elder told Lin Shan about the recent situation. Basically, the Nightingale is still the same and has not changed much.

"Fortunately, I was able to transform my spiritual consciousness into a cultivator in the Qi training stage for me, and then no matter how hard I tried over the years, I could only stop at the third level of Qi training..."

This guy's low qualifications can be seen back then.

Lin Shan listened quietly, recalling the little things in the nightingale, the chicken brother next to him was pecking at the tea, feeling the tea leaves were bitter and "bah pow pow pow pow pow pow pow pow pow pow pow pow pow pow pow pow pow pow pow pow pow pow pow pow pow pow pow pow pow pow pow pow pow pow pow pow pow pow pow pow pow pow p

"Where is Guardian Jiang? Is this old guy still alive?"

Lin Shan asked for no reason, and Elder Nightingale was not dissatisfied with being interrupted. He just thought for a moment and knew who he was talking about, but he asked out of careful consideration.

"But, Elder Jiang, who was born in southern Xinjiang?"

Lin Shan nodded. He still blamed him for missing this old friend, but so many years have passed...

Unexpectedly, the elder Nightingale responded solemnly:

"Elder Jiang is now 102 years old and is still healthy, so I need me to invite him?"

"Oh? He's still alive?"

Lin Shan was a little surprised now.

Back then, old friends were old and old, and it was not easy to see the living.

"Where is he? Take me to see him."

Considering that he was over 100 years old, there was no need to make trouble for a mortal to live to this age, Lin Shan decided to meet him in person.

The Great Elder Nightingale and King Chenliu immediately led the way, and Lin Shan and Brother Ji followed behind.

When I walked out in the underground square, Brother Ji kept complaining that Nightingale's tea was too bad and that it was bitter without spiritual energy. How could he entertain guests?

These two hosts could only laugh at each other and did not dare to refute anything.

No matter how precious the Great Red Paint in our mortal world is, it cannot be compared with the food and drink of spiritual birds like you!

Come to a corner of the first floor and open the cave door.

There is a wide cave inside.

A bald old man with no hair and beard was lying on a rattan chair with an oil lamp reading a book.

Hearing the footsteps outside, he didn't look back, but just spoke up on his own.

"Oh, it's so strange today. I've come to carry me up to bask in the sun so early?"

The Great Elder Nightingale and King Chenliu were a little embarrassed. They looked at Lin Shan and found that he looked as normal, so they had to cough twice to remind him.

"Ahem, Elder Jiang, we are bringing guests to see you today."

"Disciple?"

The bald old man's voice was hoarse, curled up in a rattan chair and was too lazy to move. He even had to carry someone to bask in the sun, let alone get up to greet the guests.

He just murmured weakly:

"Discover, distinguished guest."

"How can anyone remember me in this world?"

"I'm an immortal, and I'm not going to live for a few years!"

"It's a pity that I couldn't keep up with the young master's pace back then..."

In front of his own and outsiders, this old guy was still lazy to recall it, completely forgetting himself and talking to himself endlessly.

Suddenly, a young laugh came from the door.

"Protector Jiang, so many years have passed, and you have become like this. I remember that you were very taciturn at the beginning!"

"Well...?"

The bald old man suddenly became stunned, and then his eyes were dull and thought for a long time before he came to his senses.

The Protector of Jiang?

This is the old almanac from many years ago!

Someone actually called that?

Hey, it's not right.

This sound...why...it feels a bit like...

He quickly turned over and turned his head to see the 16-year-old boy in white who presented his sword to him in the gangster back then stood in front of him with a pride and looked at him with a smile.

“!!!”

"you..."

"Crack squeak...~Puu~"

The bald old man fell off the rattan chair, screamed in pain, and lay on the ground for a long time to recover.

The Great Elder Nightingale and King Chenliu had no choice but to walk over and help the innate Great Perfection master who was over 100 years old.

There is no way, although the innate Great Perfection is already the highest level of the martial arts world, and the true qi is released, comparable to the first three levels of the cultivator in the early stage of Qi training.

But I was too old and my qi and blood were weak, so I couldn't fight with anyone at all.

Warriors rely on qi and blood, but as the master of the Immortal Way in this era, under the constraints of the rules of the Heavenly Way, they are destined to be at the highest level for a lifetime and can only get stuck in the innate realm and cannot go further.

Lin Shan watched the two men send spiritual power to the bald old man and rub his chest and back, and shook his head in a silence.

He raised his palm and a colorful soul power crossed over. He wandered around the bald old man's body. The man immediately looked radiant and energetic.

The soul power of a cultivator in the Soul Pill stage is basically the supreme medicine for mortals. If the medicine is cured, even if he does not understand medical skills, he can be cured.

"How is it, can you still breathe?"

How could the bald old man still not guess who the person in front of him was?

After all, when Lin Shan was sixteen years old, he was pulled into the Nightingale by Jiang Guardian at that time. He had really seen Lin Shan look like a boy!

"Young Master! You, you are considered to be back to see me!"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

This old guy sniffled and cried so hard that he was so loyal that he didn't know how loyal he was. He was like a hardcore dog-legged man in Lin Shan back then!

"Okay, okay, converge!"

Lin Shan pushed his hand away with disgust to prevent his snot from dirtying his clothes.

As for it?

Do you really miss me that way?

Next, the old man performed the ultimate Sichuan opera change, and gradually became crazy from crying and laughing.

"Young Master, since you tried to practice immortal skills for me and Yang Duo one by one, we both have been looking for other skills in a crazily way..."

"Alas!"

Lin Shan waved his hand to stop him, and a thoughtful look flashed in his eyes.

"Master Yang?"

The old man Guardian Jiang shook his big bald head tremblingly, revealing his big mouth with few teeth left and laughing.

"Young Master forgot? I followed you downstream from southern Xinjiang and headed all the way to 800-mile Dongting Lake, and together with Yang Zhuang of the Jiangling Nightingale Branch, we will compete for the innate Zhuguo..."

"Oh, I remembered it."

Lin Shan still had the impression that there seemed to be such a person at that time, who was in the mortal world with Guardian Jiang, and he had been a follower for a while.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! When Guardian Jiang saw him recalling, he continued the topic just now.

"You gave us two different methods of cultivating immortals that time, but they were unable to sense spiritual energy. So we have been looking for other methods of cultivating immortals for so many years."

"The guy Yang Dunzhu has obviously been immersed in the innate realm for many years. It's enough to come to the headquarters to be an elder, but he just wants to stay in the place and crazily launch the Nightingale Killer from all over Jiangling to find him a skill."

"What did you think of the result?"

Guardian Jiang said that when he was in a hurry, he even kept a secret!

As a result, seeing Lin Shan’s expressionless face, he had to continue talking embarrassedly.

"That guy didn't know what luck he had, but he actually found the scriptures of cultivation, and successfully cultivated the sense of breathing, becoming a noble immortal cultivator!"

"oh."

Lin Shan's tone was neither happy nor sad, but he just said simply.

Whether he practices the feeling of venting energy, has he become an immortal cultivator and cares about my bird's affairs?

Guardian Jiang found that his words seemed to be unable to arouse Lin Shan's interest, and he couldn't help but his tone gradually became quiet. He didn't know that standing at the current height of Lin Shan, these are trivial matters that are not worth mentioning at all.

However, the Nightingale Elder and King Chenliu on the side heard it very carefully and quietly tilted their ears. After all, they have been in the mortal world for many years and are still concerned about such things.

Brother Ji was also listening with relish. Seeing the old boy speaking in a low voice, he waved his wings and patted his bald head.

"Ohhhh! Say it, say it quickly! The helm leader named Yang later became a cultivator, and then what?"
To be continued...