Excellent Immortal

Under the sacred tree of Deadwood Peak.

"A month ago, I sent the five clouds to the sky in front of the mountain gate. My ancestor should have known about it. I don't know what it can be calculated by my ancestor?" The red-faced old man sat cross-legged opposite the white-bearded old man. The fragrance curls up.The wrinkles on the white-bearded old man's face could have killed mosquitoes passing by, but now they are much smoother, and the old bark-like skin is also shiny.

"It's hard to get away from the invisible!" The white-bearded old man shook his head lightly, stretched out his right two fingers to pick up a handful of dark green tea leaves, put them into a small sieve and shake them gently, some finely broken tea leaves fell down.The white-bearded old man put the tea leaves from the sieve into a funnel, picked up some froth with his tail finger, and continued calmly: "Fish will eventually slip through the net!" As he spoke, he flicked his fingers, and the froth flew away.

The red-faced old man's complexion changed slightly: "Even the ancestor can't figure it out. Is it true that my Ku Zongmu is about to decline like the legend?"

The white-bearded old man raised his head slightly and glanced at the red-faced old man, frowned slightly and blamed: "Teng Yun, you have lived for thousands of years in vain, and you are so restless. You must cultivate your heart when you cultivate Taoism, Er Xiu To be successful, but this cultivation of the heart is not even close to it!"

The red-faced old man's complexion was slightly pale, and he bowed his head to promise, what the ancestor said was quite serious!

At this time, the teapot on the small red clay stove emits steam, and the tea in the pot is like a spring gushing from the edge, which is obviously already at the second boil.The old man picked up the teapot and poured boiling water into the tea set to wash it, and then put in the tea leaves. Once the boiling water was flushed, the faint tea fragrance would come out.

"Teng Yun, you must know that the law of heaven recurs, and prosperity must decline. This sect has been prosperous for a hundred thousand years, so let go of your heart!" The white-bearded old man said lightly.The red-faced old man's complexion changed again, and he said anxiously: "Does the ancestor also think that this sect is bound to decline?"

The white-bearded old man shook his head lightly, smiled slightly, and pointed at the growing sacred tree. Blossoming auspicious signs rose around the tree, and said lightly, "What does Teng Yun think?"

The red-faced old man was overjoyed, and said: "Shenmu is rejuvenating, how can the fortune of this sect turn to decline!"

The white-bearded old man smiled slightly: "As long as the Shenmu is safe, the prosperity of our sect will not decrease!"

The red-faced old man couldn't help feeling a big stone in his heart, and pondered for a while and said: "But now the people of our school are in a state of panic, we need to stabilize people's hearts, that kid Yue Feng is not doing his job well, the story of our school's Wuxia soaring to the sky, somehow spread, now I'm afraid the entire Tianchen Realm knows about it!"

"Well, if that's the case, let's pass on the news of the resurrection of the Shenmu to stabilize people's hearts, and choose a day to grandly welcome the girl named Zhaoyao to the Deadwood Peak, and make her a holy tree saint!" The white-bearded old man lightly sipped his tea and said.The red-faced old man was overjoyed and said: "This is a wise move by the ancestor!"

The white-bearded old man raised his head and glanced at the red-faced old man, and said with a smile, "Stop flattering you old boy, but in your heart you think it should be so long ago, why hide the news for so long!"

The red-faced old man's complexion became even redder, he gave a dry laugh, saluted and was about to leave!

"Wait a minute!" the white-bearded old man called out, "I heard that little boy Zhou Dian killed a lot of people, tell Yuefeng little boy that enough is enough, tell him to stop!"

"Yes!" The red-faced old man said respectfully, "But the cause of the five clouds soaring to the sky has not been investigated?"

"Of course we need to investigate, but don't make a big fuss. It's best to find out the truth. It's fine if you can't. If you continue to investigate, you will mess up your own position and distract people. It shouldn't be!" The white-bearded old man waved his hand lightly, The old man turned around and went down the Deadwood Peak!

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The wind is deserted and the clouds are gloomy!

Han Yun stared blankly at the surroundings, only to see a long stretch of yellow sand, surrounded by old dead trees, and stumps of strange shapes standing in the sand, some fell down and were covered by the sand. Buried, only a few residual branches exposed.

The wind is whistling, and there is desolation, decadence, and sadness everywhere!

Han Yun felt that his nose was a little sore, and he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, and said to himself, "This ghostly place is weird. There are so many dead trees here. Could it be where Linghuan Cave is?"

Thinking of Linghuan Cave, Han Yun's heart immediately became active, and he secretly said: "Yaoyao is practicing in Linghuan Cave, I just happened to go find her!"

The small hole that Han Yun drilled happened to be at the bottom of a dead tree, and it was now covered by yellow sand, which saved Han Yun from covering it up himself.

Han Yun released the purple phoenix to fly into the sky. The phoenix is ​​so bright and eye-catching, it is much more convenient to go around in the sky a few times than to search everywhere by yourself. Yaoyao will definitely come to her door automatically when she sees it.Han Yun spotted a direction and urged Zihuang to fly away.

After flying for more than half an hour, an ancient pagoda more than ten feet high suddenly appeared on the sand sea in front. In this vast sand sea, except for dead trees, a lonely ancient pagoda looked very abrupt.The body of the pagoda is half buried in the yellow sand. It is obvious that the original height of the ancient pagoda is more than ten feet as seen now, and the color on the top has peeled off, making it look dilapidated.

Han Yun flew Zihuang over the ancient pagoda twice. The more he looked at the ancient pagoda, the more spooky he felt. Just as he was about to leave, a sinister voice came from inside the pagoda: "A newcomer has arrived! Welcome! ,welcome!"

The voice made Han Yun's hairs stand on end for a while, and he felt a blur in front of his eyes, and a dry and thin cultivator who looked like a dead tree appeared in front of Zihuang out of thin air.Han Yun couldn't help taking a breath, and blurted out: "Golden Core Stage!"

I saw that this cultivator was wearing a tattered black robe. His body was as thin as a bamboo pole. When the wind blew, the robe fluttered and fluttered, as if it was drying on a hanger.The pair of triangular eyes stared at Han Yun viciously, and licked his darkened lips. His hands were like chicken feet, and he looked like a ghost crawling out of hell.

Han Yun's heart was shaken, he buckled his hand on the storage belt, stared at the cultivator vigilantly, and said coldly, "Who are you?"

The bamboo pole cultivator was taken aback for a moment, then smiled, revealing two rows of black and charred teeth, and said sadly: "Hey, you don't even know the tower guard! Kid, didn't you send the prisoners here?"

Han Yun was stunned for a while, and said blankly: "What kind of prisoner are you sending! Isn't this Linghuan Cave?"

"Hey, this is the entrance to the Deadwood Ghost Realm, where the Soul Relief Tower is located!" A hint of mischief and schadenfreude flashed in the tower guard's eyes.

Han Yun's heart trembled. This was actually the entrance to the Deadwood Ghost Domain, a place where disciples who violated the rules of the sect were exiled.

"Ah! This is the entrance to the Deadwood Ghost Realm? That disciple went the wrong way, please leave!" After speaking, he wanted to turn around and run away!

"Quack! Kid, since you're here, don't even think about going back!" The tower keeper laughed wildly, leapt towards Han Yun, and grabbed Han Yun's back with his claw-like hand—

(Note: It is better to make tea with the second boiling water. What is the third boiling? First boiling: boiling like a fish with slight sound, second boiling: the edge is like a spring flowing with beads, third boiling: surging waves and drum waves)