The spring water trickles and flows, extremely light and agile, with a faint mist of water vapor floating above, and a sweet smell assails your nostrils.
This is the "holy spring" of this small village at the foot of the mountain, which is closely related to the spiritual power in their bodies. Wang Yuan knew at a glance that this spring actually contained a large amount of spiritual power.
Wang Yuan raised his eyes and looked up along the spring water, landing on Linyuan Mountain. Half of the waist was covered by the spiritual mist, making it unpredictable.
Wang Yuan learned everything that was said between the emperor and the old man. There was an immortal living on this mountain, and he was an immortal he knew well.
"Is he his apprentice..." Wang Yuan's breath changed somewhat. Wang Yuan, who had experienced strong winds and turbulence, rarely had such moments when he breathed heavily.
A middle-aged man with white hair, a resolute face and sharp eyes appeared in Wang Yuan's mind.
Wang Yuan had also thought about how he would face him if he was still alive. The long sword was broken by Wang Yuan himself, and the Wendao seed was crushed by his kick. This shows that the master-disciple relationship between the two has been
At the end.
At Wang Yuan's feet, there was a formation that seemed crude to him. This was a formation for sensing sound transmission, which was the key to the dialogue between the old man and the immortal on the mountain.
It seems that Wang Yuan stood on it and activated the function of the formation. A series of connections extended from the void to the mountain. These connections can be seen clearly in Wang Yuan's eyes because his attainments in formations are so high.
After fusing the innate formation, Wang Yuan felt that his formation attainments were increasing every day, and he might be able to reach the legendary level.
Soon, a powerful spiritual consciousness shrouded down from the mountain, and Wang Yuan's mind moved. Even if the spiritual consciousness passed through his body, it could not penetrate him.
"Who?" A middle-aged man's voice sounded, but there was a hint of heaviness in it, which can only be heard after going through all kinds of hardships.
Wang Yuan did not answer. After the spiritual consciousness stopped for a moment, he scanned the other people in the village and immediately found that the old man was talking to the emperor.
The emperor asked the old man to stand under the spring and talk to the immortal, but the old man refused, saying that the immortal would not agree.
"Let him come up."
Suddenly, the sound of spiritual consciousness sounded, and the old man's dry smoke fell to the ground. He was stunned, but in an instant, he grabbed the emperor's hand and said: "The immortal said that he wants to see you. This is a rare opportunity. Come up."
We must speak good words to our village from now on, and we will definitely complete whatever the old man tells him!"
The emperor also recovered from the shock, nodded in agreement, and walked out of the room. His daughter wanted to follow the emperor up the mountain, but the emperor said that the immortal only allowed him to go up. If there was one more person, it would be bad to offend the immortal.
"You two can come up together." The consciousness said again.
The girl was pleasantly surprised, with a moving look in her big eyes. It seemed like a girl in her prime of life would be very interested in the legendary immortal.
Wang Yuan watched all this without any expression, and his eyes followed the backs of the emperor and the girl.
Linyuan Mountain is also very high for ordinary people, and it is very difficult to climb to the top.
However, at this moment, two cranes hooted loudly, and the two cranes spread their wings and soared, showing off their elegant bodies. Only when they landed in front of the emperor and the girl did they believe that this was true.
At this time, the girl was even more shocked than the emperor Wang Yuan. She opened her little mouth and stroked the crane's long neck very fondly. She turned over and sat on the crane's back. The girl let out a crisp laugh.
, the crane soars upward.
The emperor took a few breaths and sat on another crane. Before leaving, the village chief did not forget to ask the emperor to give the immortal a message.
The crane cried, flapped its wings, and quickly flew into the spiritual mist.
Wang Yuan kept his eyes fixed until the crane's figure disappeared. With a slight movement, he walked up Linyuan Mountain.
This place was once the mountain gate of Linyuan Sect.
As Zhou Dalai came to learn from his master, he was tested by Elder Luo and found to have very good qualifications. He was a seed, and he might become a true disciple in the future.
Here, there once was a bell.
Whenever it rings, not only the disciples but also the elders will gather here, indicating that something big is about to happen. Wang Yuan only experienced it once when he was in the sect, and that time was also a turning point in his life.
Here, there used to be a statue.
That statue was that of the founder of the sect, and was destroyed by Wang Yuan himself.
This was once the main hall.
The glorious hall, with its divine flowers flowing around, is the symbol of a sect.
Here, there used to be little animals playing.
She likes little animals very much and often plays with them.
On this side of Linyuan, nothing has changed, but everything has been defeated. The main hall is no longer shining, but is in ruins. The green stone slabs are now broken into countless pieces, covered with weeds, and covered with loess.
Beyond many dilapidated halls, there are small peaks. Each peak has many caves opened for the cultivation of inner disciples.
The first mountain on the right, the cave at the lowest level, is the cave that Wang Yuan dare not enter now. It seems that there is a figure there, wearing a lotus skirt, surrounded by a colorful ribbon, dancing there with moving postures, outlining the wonderful scene.
The curves and the intoxicating sound.
In addition to this peak, many other peaks have collapsed, as if there was a war. Judging from the fracture, it seems to be the result of being hit by a large square seal.
When we came to the abyss, the spiritual mist was still there, and the biting cold wind was blowing. The abyss was wide at one end and thin at the other. It was split by the increasingly smaller soul-breaking disk coming from outside the sky, and it was precisely
At the bottom of the abyss, I got the inheritance of Ming Luo and got the soul-breaking disk.
After crossing the abyss, there was no guardian spirit beast to touch the evil spirit. Because it was too noisy, it was beaten to death by Wang Yuan.
Moving forward, there are four secondary peaks located around the main peak, but without the care of the monks and the lack of spiritual veins, the peaks have withered and lost their former agility.
The two cranes were flying towards one of the secondary peaks, and Wang Yuan followed them.
At the top of the secondary peak, the courtyard in front of you is so prosperous. There must be someone taking care of it. This person is the immortal among the people in the small village below the mountain.
The emperor and the girl jumped down from the crane, and the two cranes flapped their wings and flew away.
Along the way, the girl could see that this place was very dilapidated, not like a fairyland, and it was not at all in line with her fantasy.
"Dad, are there really immortals living here?" the girl asked with a pretty face raised.
The emperor made a silent gesture and led the girl into the courtyard.
In the courtyard, there are elixirs that the two of them are not familiar with. There is a ginseng-like elixir that is not planted in the soil, but grows in a puddle of water. This ginseng is so big that it looks like a baby sleeping.
The girl's little mouth opened wide, she really wanted to go up and touch this ginseng tree.
The emperor's eyes just glanced at the ginseng. On the other side, there was a bright flower that seemed to have just dug out of the soil. There was an earth bag next to this small flower. The earth bag was sparse, as if a new-born plant could be dug out at any time.
of little flowers.
However, behind these two small bags, there are broken swords inserted respectively, one is the hilt and the other is the blade, which is very strange.
The emperor looked at these two dirtbags and the broken sword and thought something like that.
The girl also followed the emperor's gaze, her eyes lit up, and she said, "Hey, daddy, do you think these two little bumpkins look like two tombs?"
The emperor suddenly realized it, and the more he looked at it, the more they resembled each other.
After passing here, there is a house in front of you. A white-haired middle-aged man is sitting under the eaves. His eyes are slightly closed, his face is stiff, and his whole body exudes a cold aura. No strangers are allowed to enter.
The emperor held the girl's hand tightly, stepped forward, and worshiped: "I have seen the Immortal."
Suddenly, coercion fell on the emperor and pushed the girl away. The white-haired middle-aged man opened his eyes and said coldly: "Why don't you kneel down when you see me?"
The emperor's face turned pale. This coercion made him almost vomit. A burst of purple energy that he could not see spontaneously came out to protect his body, but this purple energy was suppressed by the middle-aged man's glance.
There was sweat on the emperor's face, but as an emperor, he had an unyielding will. Suddenly, there was a pain in his mind. He actually said: "As a mortal emperor, I will not kneel to heaven or worship the people. Mortals are the foundation."
, Immortals are all trained from mortals, I think they are the same, there is just a difference in strength!"
A flash of shock and surprise flashed in the white-haired middle-aged man's eyes. He slowly withdrew his pressure and stared at the emperor with trembling lips.
"Is your name really Wang Yuan?"
"yes."
The white-haired middle-aged man's breathing was a little tight, and a thought that he had asked several times flashed across his mind: "Could he really be the reincarnation of my disciple? If not, why are they so similar!"
With the same temperament, the same name, and even the same origin, anyone can imagine them.
At this moment, the white-haired middle-aged man has determined that this person is the reincarnation of his disciple. If there is reincarnation, then the previous life has already passed away.
Suddenly, the white-haired middle-aged man seemed much older for a moment and remained silent for a long time.
The girl hid behind the emperor and looked at the immortal in surprise, thinking: "It is said that immortals have very weird tempers. Today I saw that it was really the case. Why would you ask such a strange question?"
The girl stuck out her tongue and made a face at the white-haired middle-aged man, but the majestic emperor glared back.
The middle-aged man raised his head, and a bold idea came to his mind. The more he looked at the emperor, the more he looked like him.
"Do you want to become an immortal?" the white-haired middle-aged man asked softly.
Cultivation is such a longing term for mortals, especially emperors. While they have mastered the power, they are not satisfied with their life span and have an even greater desire to practice.
The emperor looked at the white-haired middle-aged man seriously and said slowly: "I don't want to."
The middle-aged man did not ask why, but said: "If you want to become an immortal, I can accept you as my disciple."
The emperor shook his head with a wry smile: "Sir, when I was sitting on the crane, I dreamed of practicing immortality and becoming an immortal. But when I saw a real immortal, I realized that that was not what I wanted."
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