In the early morning of this morning, as the cool breeze blew and the showers began to subside, Yan Kuan was walking among millions of mountains and saw a huge lake. In front of the lake was an ancient tablet with three words engraved on it: Huaxianchi.
Huaxian Pond is a legend. It is said to be the birthplace of the Qing Emperor. However, there are too many Huaxian Ponds in the Qinling Mountains. There are hundreds of Huaxian Ponds with erected monuments. No one knows the real one.
Wherever I am, I can only rely on chance and luck.
The lake is very large, misty and misty, and it is unknown how many hectares it is, with no end as far as the eye can see. The surrounding ancient trees are like Qiu, some are higher than the mountains, the grass is lush, the elixir is fragrant, and it is full of vitality. Many old vines are so thick that
It's scary, winding from one mountain to another.
Yan Kuan glanced at the cracked stone tablet. It must have been a few years old, measured in ten thousand years. The writing on it was like a knife or a dragon.
Over the past 30,000 years, people have seen many immortal ponds in the millions of miles of Qinling Mountains. Some are as small as a well, while others are as vast as blue waves. It is impossible to know which one is real.
There are many legends about this fairy land. It is said that in ancient times, an immortal lifted up the clouds and ascended to heaven. Later, Emperor Wu Shi obtained immortal treasures there. It is even said that Emperor Qing was born there. This naturally attracted the attention of people all over the world.
The large lake in front of Yan Kuan contains beautiful scenery, the lake and the sky are connected, the water is misty, the green lotus flashes in the middle, the green is like clouds, and there are strange animals in the water, and the horns and scales are thick, it looks like a pure land of gods.
He walked slowly around the big lake and stopped after walking more than half a circle. He saw several figures on the lakeside in front of him.
A boy who was slightly older than Xiao Tingting was dressed in white. He was spotless, with shiny black hair, skin like snow, eyes like black gems, red lips and white teeth. He was very handsome. However, Yan Kuan looked at him with a strange look. After all, he was a tomboy.
Yes, it's rare.
This girl in white clothes is like a jade tree fairy, so handsome that she is almost evil. Behind her are two old men, dressed in gray clothes, old and hunched, like two loyal old servants.
Next to the girl is an old man who is being supported by her. He is over fifty years old, with sparse hair, skinny bones, a sick look, and a white beard. The key is to listen to their conversation. This old man is actually planning to go into the lake to search.
something.
The girl in white took her arm to the old man and said warmly: "Master, you have explored many lakes. Let me go into the water to find them this time!"
"no."
The sickly old man shook his head stubbornly and insisted on getting into the water by himself. After a while, he jumped into the lake and quickly flew out of the lake. There was not a trace of water on his body. He must have been extraordinary in his cultivation.
"Old senior, you are looking for the Immortal Transformation Pond."
Yan Kuan stepped forward and came to the old man's side, but his greeting made the girl roll her eyes. When he was about to speak, the sick old man glanced at him, with a slight expression of emotion on his face.
The sickly old man looked at Yan Kuan for a long time and sighed: "What a young man. When I see you, I seem to see my former self."
Yan Kuan smiled, cupped his hands, and said loudly: "Old man, we are destined to meet each other. How about I treat you to a pot of tea."
"Haha...fate..."
The sick old man smiled and nodded, and followed Yan Kuan to a place beside the lake. He saw Yan Kuan pointing to the ground, and earth and rocks rose up from the ground, eventually forming a small pavilion with a stone table and stone chairs.
The girl in white had a look of surprise on her face, and a pair of beautiful eyes looked at Yan Kuan repeatedly. She never thought that the little monk in front of her, who could not see beyond the Wheel and Sea Realm, could have such magical powers.
The sick old man smiled and twisted the girl's face, "Haha... little guy, I ask you not to underestimate the world, let alone this is in the Qinling Mountains."
"snort……"
The girl grunted in dissatisfaction, her face separated from her master's hand, she turned to Yan Kuan curiously and asked, "What kind of cultivation level do you have!"
Yan Kuan took out a set of jade tea sets, filled it with divine spring water, and slowly warmed the water with his divine power. Hearing the girl's question, he answered very seriously: "Me, or a monk in the Lunhai Realm."
"Ha ha ha ha……"
The sick old man burst out laughing, but the girl couldn't help it.
She stamped her feet anxiously, "You, you... I am asking you a question seriously."
"Okay, don't be so impatient. I didn't lie to you."
The sick old man smiled and stretched out his hand to pull the girl to sit down, and pointed at Yan Kuan, "In this day and age, there is probably no other young man like you who can specialize in a single secret realm and reach the realm of great success!"
"Who knows."
Yan Kuan shrugged and said he didn't care.
The girl was listening to their conversation and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Single cultivator of the secret realm of the wheel and sea, you are the ancient wheel and sea power."
Yan Kuan smiled and put tea leaves in the boiling teapot, "Little sister, do you think I look like a person from ancient times? I'm not a few years older than you!"
The little girl's face suddenly turned red. She sat down and whispered, "Who knows how old you are? Some old guys just like to pretend to be young."
"Young man, what a great opportunity!"
The sick old man watched the interaction between Yan Kuan and the girl, and the smile on his face did not diminish. However, when he saw the tea leaves Yan Kuan put in his mouth, his face was obviously a little solemn and surprised.
"I don't have the enlightenment tea leaves, so I can only make some homemade stuff. I hope seniors don't mind."
As he spoke, Yan Kuan raised the teapot and poured a cup for the sick old man in front of him, and then poured another cup for the girl. After pouring three more cups, he took one for himself, and then made a gesture of inviting him.
The sick old man ordered the two old servants behind him, "You are lucky, come over and have a try!"
"This tea is so hot, ah, I feel so hot..."
The young girl was impatient. After taking a sip of hot tea, she immediately felt her Qi and blood surging rapidly. Her little face suddenly turned red and smoking, and streams of hot air came up from her forehead.
The sick old man tasted it carefully and then put down the tea cup and sighed: "Although this kind of Medicine King tea is not as good as Enlightenment tea, it is also a rare treasure in the world."
"King of Medicine? Do you know where the King of Medicine is?"
When the girl heard the word Yao Wang, her eyes lit up and she looked at Yan Kuan with surprise.
"No rudeness."
The sick old man touched the girl's head and pushed her back to his seat. He turned his eyes to Yan Kuan again and said, "Young man, if you can get such a precious opportunity, you should cherish it and it is best not to expose it.
I owe you a cup of tea today as a favor from my master and disciple. If you have something to do in the future, you can go to Zhongzhou to find my disciple..."
When the sick old man spoke, he looked at the girl with loving eyes and gently stroked her black hair with his rough and old palms.
He was alone, and only met this girl with the same physique as him when he was old, and the hope of life was ignited in his heart that was originally as dry as ashes.
He was looking for the Immortal Pond because he wanted to have a chance at immortality, to see if he could live another life and stay with the child for a longer period of time. The reason why he formed a good relationship with Yan Kuan now was for the future of his disciple.
The young man in front of him was the only genius he had ever seen in his life. He was almost comparable to his own self back then. As long as he passed the Heavenly Pass of Killing Dao, he would be able to become a saint in the future, and he might even be able to glimpse into the realm of the Supreme.
Yan Kuan responded with a smile: "I have taken note of what the old man said. If I have a chance in the future, I might have to bother Sister Jiuyou."
When Xia Jiuyou, a girl in white clothes, heard what he said, she lowered her head in dissatisfaction and muttered, "Who is your little sister? God knows how old you are."
"Senior, are you still ready to look for the Immortal Transformation Pond?"
Yan Kuan chatted happily with the sick old man for a while, and then asked him about his next trip. He had been famous for this man for a long time.
"I plan to stay in the Qinling Mountains for a while longer to try my luck at immortality. I always have to take a walk and try my luck. As for my little friend, I am also training in the Qinling Mountains, and I am planning to go somewhere else."
The sick old man also curiously asked Yan Kuan. He had a very good impression of this young man. The key was that he felt something in him, which made even him feel moved. His luck was not very good, and he was thinking about whether he could follow others.
Just try your luck.
Yan Kuan sent out an invitation, "I plan to visit the Qinmen of the Qinling Mountains, and then look for the Huaxian Pond. I wonder if the senior would be interested in going together."
"Qinmen, I have also heard of this place."
When the sick old man heard Yan Kuan mentioning this place, his eyes couldn't help but change a little. After a moment, he responded: "Since I invited you, and I happen to be free, let's go for a walk together!"
"Master, let me go with you too!"
Xia Jiuyou, a girl in white clothes, heard their conversation and wanted to go with them. However, she was declined by the sick old man.
The sick old man comforted Xia Jiuyou, "That place in Qinmen is a bit evil. Your cultivation level is too low. You'd better go there later."
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Deep in the Qinling Mountains, in a small village area, there is a small declining sect. There is no ancient city here that embodies the ancestral roots and dragon spirit, only a few low mountains with no spiritual beauty and no beautiful scenery.
The Qin Sect is a small sect with a total of just over a hundred people. It has four branches: east, west, south and north, which is the so-called outer sect. The main sect is located in the center of this mountainous area, between the east, west, south and north branches.
It's only twenty or thirty miles apart, very close.
This area is dotted with some mountain villages, all of which are ordinary people. They are adjacent to the Qinmen. Some naughty children often run to the short mountains to play, but no one interferes.
This small, declining sect with only a hundred or so people really doesn't have any strict rules. It looks very loose and doesn't look like a hidden secret sect at all.
Moreover, the Qin sect may seem to be in decline, but it has a history of thousands of years. Compared to the mortal world, there are countless dynasties that have changed.
The main peak of Qinmen is only more than a thousand meters high, which is two to three hundred meters higher than the surrounding short mountains. It has no majestic momentum, nor is it majestic and beautiful. It looks very ordinary and ordinary, but it has a return to nature.
If the top experts in the world came here, they would definitely be surprised and want to explore. The powerful experts who travel across the Beidou are just old gatekeepers here, which makes people have to suspect that there is a big secret here.
There are three short mountains in the west vein of Qinmen, five elders, fourteen disciples, and hundreds of chickens, ducks, geese and other poultry. This outer gate obviously has a great master from the Immortal Stage in charge, but he has raised hundreds of them.
Poultry is very much like the secular world.
When Yan Kuan and the sick old man came here, they happened to catch up with the Qinmen's west line to open the mountain and recruit disciples. They just caught the opportunity, so they came.
Next to Yan Kuan and the sick old man, there were several snot-nosed children. They were all children from the village at the foot of the mountain. They came to the mountain to play when they had nothing to do, and now they are going to become Qin Clan's disciples. The Qin Clan's disciples seemed to be based on local materials.