The warm red sun rises from the east, dispelling the mist in the mountains. In the distance, there are green mountains and green waters. An ox cart is rocking forward on the official road. A child is chirping: "Dad, how far is my grandfather's house? Wow, then The bird is so big!”
"It's far. Yes, it's big."
Three forks in the road,
One goes to 'Pingcheng', the other goes straight ahead, and the other is a winding path overgrown with weeds.
Uncle Zhong was driving the car. Qing Le held his sword and fell slowly behind the car. Xihe and the other two people sat in the car and said, "Uncle Zhong, take the path."
The old man stopped waving his whip and turned his head in surprise: "Trail?"
Xihe's expression remained unchanged: "Yes, take the trail."
As the senior sister of Shangyuan Sect, Qing Le has a nameplate that spans two realms in her hand. She doesn't want to waste time in the mortal world, so naturally she doesn't need to deliberately take so many detours and go directly to the world of immortality.
Uncle Zhong was a little confused.
This trail leads to deep mountains and old forests. Is it possible that there are roads here that he doesn't know about?
Looking at the young lady, then at his young master, and even at the pale cousin, Uncle Zhong tightened the reins, swung his whip, and urged the old cow to turn towards the winding path.
There are lush trees on both sides of the trail, and it is deep at the end.
The old cow pulled forward with four hooves, and the wheels of the cart pressed through the green grass, going deeper and deeper... Uncle Zhong was a little flustered, and couldn't help but look up. The branches and leaves above his head were dense, and no light penetrated through the gaps between the leaves. A faint chill gradually gradually Cover people.
"Young Madam..."
Uncle Zhong couldn't help shouting,
The next second the light shines, a circle of light slowly appears in front.
Xihe calmly stopped his hand and looked at him with a smile: "What's wrong, Uncle Zhong?"
The spiritual energy enveloped the whole body, making people stretch out. The little tree demon couldn't help but absorb it instinctively. The green totem on his face was looming... Fan Xiu pretended not to see it and covered his face with his sleeves.
Uncle Zhong: "..."
The old cow's hooves suddenly started running quickly, and the simple ox cart shook. Uncle Zhong quickly grasped the reins with his hands, stepped out with the black cow's hooves, and his vision suddenly became clear.
Everyone felt light all over,
Uncle Zhong looked at the mountain city in the distance and said blankly: "It turns out there is still a road here..."
A mountain city surrounded by mountains, shrouded in clouds and mist, with groups of white cranes flying in the sky. The clothes of the immortals with flying swords fluttering, and their ink hair flying, which is shocking.
Uncle Zhong: "..."
His eyes widened and he couldn't help but raise his hand to wipe his eyes. Everything was as usual.
He turned around in panic: "Master!"
Fan Xiu couldn't help but widen his eyes when he saw the scene in front of him. No matter how much he said, it was more shocking than seeing it with his own eyes. It turned out that there really were immortals in this world, and the so-called "celestial mountain" was not Du Zuan.
He blinked and calmed down: "Uncle Zhong, this is the world of cultivation, my wife's... hometown."
The little tree demon could no longer control its body at this time. It stretched its limbs, long branches and vines spread, and the mysterious totem occupied the entire face. Uncle Zhong:! ! !
Pointing at his young master, he looked horrified.
Fan Xiu's expression changed: "Madam!"
Xihe quickly waved his hand on him, and Uncle Zhong couldn't help but fainted and fell on the bullock cart.
"This is Wushuang City. It is a remote small city in the Nanshan Mountains of the Cultivation Realm. It is 77,490,000 miles away from Shangyuan Sect. It takes more than ten days to take the teleportation array... to enter the city."
Xihe touched the little tree demon's head to restore it to its original shape.
The little tree demon was a little scared: "Mother, what's wrong with the baby?"
He was holding on to the collar of Xihe's chest tightly, with a panic-stricken face. He didn't know why he turned into something like a monster. He couldn't help but think of the appearance of Grandma Ju in the small town when she died. Her body was full of pustules and wrapped in black cloth...
Shrinking into Xihe's arms: "Mother, the baby doesn't want to die!"
He hasn't eaten enough pear cakes yet. His father said he would take him to the capital to play, but he hasn't even gone yet. He wants to live a long life!
Xihe couldn't laugh or cry: "The baby has just become more powerful, don't be afraid."
I couldn't help but wonder what the little guy had seen. How could he say anything about death at such a young age? He held the little guy in his arms and looked at the city gate ahead. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Fan Xiu drove the car to the city gate.
The city gate made of stone is simple and elegant, and there are no soldiers guarding it.
The oxcart moved forward without stopping, passed through the city gate, and stepped onto the stone-paved town. Instantly, a stronger aura hit the face. Pedestrians on the street looked leisurely, occasionally glancing down and then looking away.
Fan Xiu held the reins tightly, his tense face relaxed slightly.
Xihe put his hands on him and said, "The world of cultivation has clear regulations that you cannot attack mortals. Don't worry."
Fan Xiu nodded and calmed down a little. From the moment he confirmed his intention, he was ready to come to the world of cultivation with her. But besides him during this trip, he also had Uncle Zhong. He could not care about his own life but worried about what might happen to Uncle Zhong.
The two have been dependent on each other for many years and are as close as father and son. If something happens...
If possible, Fan Xiu wanted Uncle Zhong to enjoy his old age in the mortal world, but Qing Le's attitude of not hesitating to take action against mortals made him dare not stay easily. All these things are the business of his Fan family, if Qing Le is not alone He is willing to take action against the people of the small town... The Immortal's methods are unpredictable, and he cannot gamble.
Jumped off the carriage and picked up the little tree demon,
The waiter at the inn came out with a smile: "How many guests do you think you should stay in the hotel?"
Xihe handed the whip to the waiter and looked up to the front. There was a three-story building with a plaque on the door that read 'Xianlai Inn'. It was inlaid with gold on a black background and the calligraphy was majestic: "Three upper rooms, upper water."
The waiter smiled happily: "Okay, three middle-grade spiritual stones."
Xihe glanced at him, turned his hand and handed him three middle-grade spirit stones without attributes, and put the miscellaneous things in the car into the storage bag. It was used to cover up others' eyes and ears, but now in the world of cultivation, there is no need for it. .
There were more than a dozen diners sitting in the lobby on the first floor.
I saw a few people go in and scan the place, then moved away as if nothing had happened, drinking and chatting.
The waiter led the way. Several people went upstairs and entered the room, washed and rested. When Xihe came out, they heard wailing from downstairs. Their ears twitched and they quickly opened the door and walked out.
In the hall on the first floor, several monks covered their heads and fell to the ground wailing: "Ah!"
The consciousness was stabbed, and everyone was so shocked that they took out their weapons.
Qing Le sat in her seat and looked at them coldly, her eyes as cold as ice, but even a few Qi practitioners dared to offend her!
Xihe: "..."
After taking a few steps downstairs, I bent down to check the situation. The spiritual sea was destroyed.
"Big brother, second brother!"
The big man shook his brother, tightened his sword, stood up and rushed over: "Bitch, I'll kill you!"
boom,
Hit the door hard.
He pushed himself up and fell to the ground again, vomiting blood.
Jing, everyone in the inn was shocked. They looked at Qing Le in horror as he held the wine glass and looked as usual. This is a remote small town in Nanshan. The people with the highest cultivation level are only at the Golden Core stage. Some of them can be called elders after they have completed the foundation building. , Qi practitioners can be seen everywhere.
The person who just took action was a foundation-building monk, and Qing Le hurt someone's soul with just a snap of his fingers.
