If a person has already stood on the top and looked down on all living beings, but wanders in this world for a thousand years, what will he do during such a long time?
Doing nothing, staying away from the world, will the audience suffer? Or play in the mortal world and do whatever you want?
There is no doubt that Dan Chen chose the latter. He blended into the world of mortals, met many people, mentored many younger generations, was surrounded by thousands of people, and also walked alone.
The world of mortals refines the heart, and time refines the soul.
There is no doubt that he is alone.
In the last few hundred years, his cultivation has grown steadily. Every time he gained enlightenment, he would choose to establish a sect and pass it on. Unknowingly, the mark he left has spread all over the country.
What Qin Zhong was looking for was the sect that Dan Chen had left behind. Although most of them may have been lost in the long river of time, there will always be some that survived the darkest period and persisted until now.
Among them, the one closest to Qinghai is in Luoshan.
After getting out of the car, Qin Zhong walked slowly along Sanlu East Road as the driver said. Both sides of the street were buildings covered with scars of time. The vicissitudes of history hit his face. Being among them, he was instantly He felt a little dazed, as if he saw a lonely figure strolling in front of him, then disappeared into the dust and smoke.
"A few hundred meters along the street to the southeast, I encountered a high-class family with a courtyard full of peach trees. I climbed the wall and played the piano to watch. I saw a young girl holding flowers and smiling, which made the country and the city fall in love. So I stayed there for several years and created a fantasy music studio."
Qin Zhong recited silently and searched slowly according to Dan Chen's memory. When he thought of this, he suddenly felt something was wrong. He was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't help but cursed, "This old pervert! Sigh, you're climbing the wall to peek at this kind of thing." I remember the incident so clearly, and I was full of words. It was obvious that I was attracted by the beauty of my daughter, and in the end I still stayed here and couldn't bear to leave!"
After muttering for a while, Qin Zhong continued to move forward. He didn't delve into this memory before coming. Now he doesn't have much expectations for this trip. After all, beauty sells most heroes, and the so-called Huanyinfang is just a casual creation of Dan Chen. In short, not much thought was spent on it. Even if it is passed down to this day, I am afraid it will not be on the stage.
Thinking like this, a wisp of fragrance suddenly passed into his nose. Qin Zhong raised his eyes and saw an old peach tree standing alone in front of him, as if he had been waiting for a long time.
"You were the only one left in Taolin back then?"
Qin Zhong walked forward and looked up at the old peach tree. The sunlight reflected on his face through the gaps in the branches and leaves, like a strange pattern.
The breeze blew, and a faint but crisp sound of bells came. Qin Zhong raised his hand to cover his eyes and looked intently. There was a golden bell tied with a red rope on the thickest branch of the peach tree.
Now his eyesight is very good, and he can clearly see a peach blossom engraved on the golden bell, which is lifelike and vivid.
That is the symbol of Huanyinfang. The golden bell is as new as new, and someone must have replaced or cleaned it frequently.
Unexpectedly, after so many years, this sect has actually been passed down.
After thinking about it carefully, Qin Zhong suddenly closed his eyes, then made a hand seal, and a burst of energy surged out instantly, heading straight for the golden bell. The next second, the bell trembled violently, making a faint sound.
This is the method of calling the door in Dan Chen's memory. As long as the golden bell is ringed in a specific way, the disciples of Huanyinfang will know that an important person is coming to the door and will come out to greet him.
Qin Chong was waiting where he was, but there were people coming and going around him, and no one talked to him.
Just when he was hesitating, a subtle ringing of bells suddenly came from a yard next to the peach tree. When he listened carefully, he found that it was exactly the same as the bell he had just fired!
There was only one small door in the yard. Qin Zhong followed the sound and raised his hand to push it open. The door was only ajar and opened with a creak.
"Did you activate the Phantom Bell?"
Suddenly a pretty face appeared behind the door, and a sweet-looking little girl poked her head out, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, and she stared at Qin Zhong with suspicion.
"it's me."
Qin Zhong smiled and tried his best to look friendly, "Are you a disciple of Huanyinfang?"
"That's right, come in. The owner has long expected that a distinguished guest will come to the door today, and I think it will be you."
The little girl greeted her, and Qin Chong was not polite and strode into the small door.
It's hard to tell from the outside, but behind this small door is a house that occupies an unknown amount of land. In ancient times, only rich families could live in it. The little girl was wearing a rather chic horse-faced skirt and was walking here. Between the simple courtyard walls, Qin Zhong suddenly had the illusion that he had traveled to the past.
"How many disciples of Huanyinfang are there now?"
After walking around the house for a while and seeing no one else along the way, Qin Chong couldn't help but wonder.
"In addition to me, there are three senior sisters. If we include the boss, there are five people in total."
The little girl responded, "The master is in retreat and it is not convenient to see guests, but he has ordered three senior sisters to greet you, right in front."
Qin nodded and followed the little girl around a corner. The front suddenly opened up. In a pavilion not far away, three graceful figures stood on the railing. When they heard the footsteps, they all turned around.
The fishes and geese are sinking, the moon is closed and the flowers are ashamed, just like the fairy in the painting comes to life.
Although she is wearing ancient clothes, she is quite bold. The looming spring color on her upper body is extremely sultry. The bifurcation of the skirt below can almost reach her waist. When she moves, her long and straight thighs like gelatin are looming, which is dizzying for everyone.
The three young women all had looks as good as Lin Xin'er's. Qin Zhong couldn't help but widen his eyes. Is this Huanyinfang a good-looking sect? And with them dressed up like this, could it be possible that a crew has been filming here recently?
Should we say it or not, Dan Chen, the old pervert, founded Huanyinfang. Could it be that he had some other purpose? For example, choosing a concubine or something.
"We are a distinguished guest, but I hope you'll be forgiven for being a little disappointed."
The woman on the left was as elegant as a chrysanthemum, wearing a long white dress. She bowed sideways and said to Qin in a low voice.
"No one has pressed the Phantom Bell for many years. The master's calculations are really accurate."
The woman in the middle was dressed in red, warm and generous, smiling so wildly that she didn't care at all that she was having a romantic breakup, with a charming and provocative look on her face.
"Senior Sister Qingyin, don't forget that the boss has something to say. Let's weigh him. Who comes first?"
The woman in green clothes on the right covered her mouth and smiled softly, looking pretty and charming.
"Three of you, I am not a distinguished guest. In fact, I am here to take over Huanyin Workshop. Your workshop owners may know my identity."
Qin Chong didn't know what the three women were up to. The so-called owner of the shop didn't show up either. He didn't bother to bother and simply made his purpose clear, "If you can't make the decision, let her come out to see me."
"That's such a loud tone. How can we, the owner of the shop, condescend to see you despite his status?"
The woman in white said angrily. She didn't know when a flute appeared in her hand. Then she moved and was in front of Qin Zhong in the blink of an eye. The flute was like a sword, piercing Qin Zhong's eyebrows!
