Wu Cong also sighed, "Yes... you still have the eyes of gods after all, and you are the ones favored by the gods. For mortals like us, we will never see an immortal in our lifetime."
"So, when I heard that an immortal here was opening an altar to teach Taoism, I rushed here as soon as possible, just to make my ancestors regret..."
But he had doubts about whether he could learn the martial arts of immortals.
His talent is not good, no matter how hard he tries, no matter how fast he swings his fists, he can't be like the immortals who can punch cows in the air without being able to punch them.
He also doesn't have enough understanding to feel the wonder of it like the senior brother who came here for a while.
It was precisely because he was ashamed of himself that he deliberately practiced in a farther place to avoid hearing the immortals sighing at him.
"By the way, what is the test from heaven to earth?" Jiang Bai asked curiously.
“‘Going to the sky’ means boarding the floating island above Qingyunding.”
"There is actually a floating island above Qingyunding?" Hutao raised his head and looked at the top of Jueyunjian Peak. The top was blocked by thick clouds and fog, and nothing could be seen.
Even she had never heard of any record of this.
"Yes. This matter is clearly described in the diary passed down by my ancestors." Wu Cong nodded and said with certainty.
"The floating island is hidden in the clouds. If you want to make it visible, you must first climb to the top of the three towering peaks next to it and activate the mechanism. After activating it, you need to return to the top of Qingyunding and look for the upward hidden island hidden in the clouds.
the way……"
"It sounds so difficult..." Hutao sighed.
She knew how steep the mountains over there were. Some of the peaks were like sharp swords piercing the sky, perpendicular to the ground at 90 degrees. There was no way up. If she wanted to climb to the top, she could only
Climb up the rock little by little.
"Yes! It took my fathers a full three years to complete this trial..." Wu Cong was also sighing when he said it.
There was no such thing as the Wings of Wind at that time, and it was no exaggeration to say that it was as difficult as climbing to the sky.
But even if he ascends to the "sky", he is trapped in the "earth".
"What about the land?"
Wu Cong shook his head. There weren't many records in the diary, so they probably didn't find it either.
"That's it..."
While a few people were chatting, they soon saw the thatched hut standing in the mountains.
This thatched hut was built quite simply, consisting of several wooden houses combined together, covered with a thick layer of thatch.
In front of the house, a man stood there, not moving at all, but saying "hum hum ha ha", as if he was practicing hard.
Next to me, an old man wearing a straw hat, a bit stooped, and with a short sword hanging on his waist was giving instructions, and from time to time he said a few words about paying attention.
"Zhenjun, I brought a friend here!" Wu Cong said, attracting the attention of the two people.
The old man raised his head, raised his bamboo hat, and his eyes shone brightly.
Although he looks older, he moves his hands and feet with determination and determination, and you can tell he is an extraordinary person at first glance.
He took two steps forward, looked at the two of them, and said:
"I see that these two little friends have amazing bones and extraordinary spirits. Could it be that they also heard about my name and came to seek my unique martial arts skills?"
The corner of Jiang Bai's mouth twitched. How did this old man look at his bruised and swollen face and say the words "extraordinary"?
"You must be the Thunderbolt Lord! I have long admired your name!"
Jiang Bai was still complaining in his heart, but Hu Tao had already walked over with a smile, as if he saw a high-quality customer, and took out his flyer.
"Shengshengtang is currently running a campaign that offers a 20% discount when you use this flyer to enter the store. I believe you will definitely need it!"
"Ah?" The old man took the flyer and was obviously fooled by Hu Tao's move.
I thought you were here to ask questions about immortality, but you ended up trying to sell me a discount on your afterlife?
He lowered his head and looked at it. It was produced by the Hall of Purity. You can choose any funeral method and get a 20% discount.
"I'll take a closer look later." He coughed lightly and put it into his sleeve as if nothing had happened.
"The two little friends haven't answered the question I just asked."
"To be honest, we heard the name of the true king and came here to pay homage." Jiang Bai came over at this time.
Although I don’t know why Hu Tao sent a leaflet to this person who is suspected of being an immortal, he is definitely right to make noises.
The old man touched his beard and looked up at the towering mountain peaks among the endless clouds. A sense of distance spread from his body.
"The mortals who entered the Jueyunjian were all amazed and in high spirits. I was overjoyed when I saw it, so I opened an altar here to recruit disciples and preach."
The old man turned slightly, faced his humble hut, and continued:
"There is a way to find the sages and great masters, so they go to the ruined temple to pay homage to them!"
"Wow~" Hu Tao looked shocked, and little stars seemed to flash in his eyes, "I wonder what kind of teaching Zhenjun is teaching?"
"Of course I am a master of peerless martial arts!"
"Can Zhenjun let me have a look?" Jiang Bai came up again.
"Yes, yes, we mortals have never seen an immortal cast a spell!" Hutao shouted.
"That's right!"
Hu Tao and Jiang Bai spoke with each other, praising the True Lord Thunderbolt and Lightning.
The old man's expression did not change and he motioned for them to rest nearby.
"You have come a long way, let's take a rest here first, and I will demonstrate it to you after I adjust my breathing." After saying that, he walked into the hut with his hands behind his back.
The door of the hut closed, Jiang Bai and Hu Tao looked at each other, and Hu Tao's little ghost came out and followed quietly.
Wu Cong did not notice this scene, patted Jiang Bai on the shoulder, and sighed, "It seems that Zhenjun is in a good mood today, and he is very optimistic about you! You will learn a lot today."
"Really? Could it be that Zhenjun rarely demonstrates?" Jiang Bai asked curiously.
After seeing a real immortal like Mandrill, looking at the old man again, I always feel a bit uncomfortable.
There is absolutely no sense of alienation like that of Mandrill, who is free from the world, nor the sense of calm and indifference of being a hermit in the city.
Although he has some temperament, his lack of temperament makes him feel a bit deliberate.
In short, the B level is not enough!
However, looking at Wu Cong practicing under the tree, his hands almost turned into propellers, maybe this old man has real skills?
"No, no, no!" At this time, the man who had just been instructed by the old man spoke.
He raised his chin slightly and crossed his hands across his chest, "Actually, Zhenjun has shown it several times just now, but his movements were too fast for mortals to notice."
Jiang Bai, Hutao: "???"
"Didn't you notice? The change in the airflow when Zhenjun raised his hand... It was the hurricane produced after tens of thousands of punches. Although Zhenjun had used magic to slow down the power, it still leaked a little.