"Why fight? Haven't you heard? Xuankong Shandu has met with Feng Guo in private, and I don't know what to talk about? I guess he doesn't want to fight."
"Hush, fellow Taoists, there are many people here. These things are not something we can talk about. Let's talk about something else."
"Not to mention, a big event has happened in the world of immortality recently!"
"What's the big deal? Tell me!"
"Have you ever heard of Hanbao, fellow Taoists?"
"Is it the legendary Drought Demon that spreads across the earth as soon as it appears?"
"Yes, that's the one. But now it seems that you only have the strength of the late stage of Dan Formation, which is not that powerful yet. I heard that when you advance to the level of thousands of miles, your strength will be comparable to that of the Nascent Soul stage, and you will not be able to kill at all. It is said that several major sects have
Send out men and prepare to encircle and kill them together."
"hiss......"
In a restaurant in Yunjianfang City, Yang Cheng sat quietly at a table, drinking wine slowly. Relying on the power of his soul, he completely ignored the spiritual barriers raised by several casual cultivators on the table next to him, and was quietly eavesdropping.
their chat.
This is the third day since Yang Cheng returned from Mingguang Peak.
In order to prevent any further accidents, Yang Cheng started to pack up after returning. He also spent a day yesterday digging out all the elixirs in the medicine field and putting them into storage bags. He went straight to Fangshi early this morning.
After coming to Fangshi to sell the herbs on his body, he also bought some necessary things for going out. Finally, Yang Cheng thought for a while and came to the restaurant, where he planned to find out what happened in the world of immortality recently.
Otherwise, if a war breaks out somewhere and Yang Cheng rushes into it without any knowledge, it will be terrible.
Not to mention whether Yang Cheng could save his life after rushing into the battlefield, even if he was captured, it would be a very troublesome matter.
"Xuankong Mountain, Drought Demon..."
Yang Chengyi was thoughtful.
Unexpectedly, the expected battle among the immortal cultivators did not come because Xuankong Mountain surrendered in advance.
But this is fine, Yang Cheng wishes that the world of Zijin Immortal Cultivation would always be so peaceful. After he returns from his hometown, he will continue to plant elixirs and practice hard at the same time.
It's just that a legendary thing like the Drought Demon has appeared now, which is really a troublesome thing. I don't know if it will affect Yang Cheng's return home.
I thought that since there were several sects sending people to encircle and suppress him, everything would be fine soon.
In addition, after Yang Cheng thought carefully in his mind, he found that as long as he followed the route, he should not be able to enter the area where the Drought Demon is active.
Relaxed, Yang Cheng continued to eavesdrop on recent events in the Zijin Immortal Realm.
In this way, Yang Cheng sat in the restaurant for the whole day, and finally felt relieved after hearing about the recent events in the Zijin Immortal Realm.
Seeing that it was already getting late, Yang Cheng found an inn to rest for the night and wait for tomorrow.
...
The sun sets in the west and the sunset glows.
At the intersection of the Zijin Immortal Realm and the Song Dynasty, in an uninhabited place, Yang Cheng sat quietly beside a solitary grave, muttering something in his mouth.
The person buying this tomb is none other than Yang Cheng’s close relative, Grandpa Mo.
Yang Cheng was forced to leave home as a child. Speaking of which, he had no idea what his parents looked like. Grandpa Mo raised him all by himself.
Therefore, in Yang Cheng's heart, the figures of his parents are imaginary shadows, and only Grandpa Mo is the most real relative.
Therefore, after finally finding the entrance to the Zijin Immortal Realm, Grandpa Mo was so happy that he ran out of gas and left Yangcheng.
You can imagine how sad and helpless Yang Cheng, who was only nine years old at the time, felt!
Today is the second day after Yang Cheng left Fangshi and came here.
In the past two days, he carefully cleaned and cut off the dead branches and weeds on and around the grave, and then sat beside the grave, accompanying Grandpa Mo, telling him about his life over the years, and telling himself that he had succeeded in cultivation and that this trip
It's about returning home to worship your parents.
His words were low and he burst into tears when he talked about the sad part.
Finally, I will spend one night with Grandpa Mo. At dawn tomorrow, Yang Cheng will continue to set off.
...
Five months later, in Suixian County, Jiangzhou, in a hill outside the county seat.
This place has green trees and luxuriant vegetation, and it seems to be a geomantic treasure place for burying departed people.
But it seems that no one is taking care of it, so that only by pulling back the weeds that are taller than a person can one see the graves among them.
This is the ancestral gravesite of the Yangcheng family.
Yang Cheng, who was wearing a green shirt, glanced around and finally landed on a tomb in front of him that was obviously larger than the others. Looking at the writing on the tombstone, it was the tomb where Yang Cheng's parents were buried together.
Back then, a fire almost burned Suixian County to a scorched ground. Later, Grandpa Mo quietly returned with Yang Cheng and brought the remains of Yang Cheng's parents here for burial.
They cut off the weeds and dead leaves around them, placed tributes, and lit three sticks of incense. Then they knelt in front of the grave to worship their parents' spirits in heaven.
This process lasted for five months. Yang Cheng first delivered the storage bag to the family elders of the female disciple of the same sect according to the address left on the jade slip.
Then he couldn't wait to say goodbye and officially embarked on his way home.
It is a pity that his relatives have left long ago, and there is no home for him in the world.
Or maybe, where Yang Cheng is, it's his home!
After a moment of sadness, Yang Cheng set off again, with his toes touching the branches and leaves, he flew a few feet away, quickly heading towards the mountain, and soon his figure disappeared into the mountain.
In the mountains seventy miles away from Suixian County, due to the steep terrain and spanning three counties, it is difficult to attack. It has been the place where large groups of mountain bandits have settled since ancient times.
Today, in the old village of the bandits, a happy meeting was held as usual.
A group of gangsters, led by the leader, held a banquet, drank from large bowls, and ate meat. They felt that the beauty of life was nothing more than this, and they were so happy.
No wonder, just two days ago, they sent people to kidnap the family of the only official in the three nearby counties who did not cooperate with them and was hostile to them.
Now he's waiting to get the ransom and coerce the county magistrate into compromising.
After getting drunk, the three leaders couldn't help it anymore. They entered the dungeon and dragged the official's beautiful lady to a side room. They tore her clothes and tried to humiliate her.
Poor little lady, who is usually delicate and delicate, now knew that something was wrong. She first begged, and then resisted desperately. How could she be the opponent of the three powerful and powerful three leaders, and she was about to be succeeded by him.
All I could hear was a "bang" and "bang" of tables and chairs knocking over outside, followed by screams of crying for father and mother, mixed with the panicked voice of the big leader: "Who are you?"
Hearing that even the leader who was more powerful than him actually made such a sound, the three leaders immediately lost their anger. Knowing that something was wrong, they turned around and rushed out of the side room.