The cause of cultivating immortals is on my shoulders, and my junior sister is the leader.

Chapter 31 Encounter with the blue-haired old man
"Why is this master's prophecy so obscure and difficult to understand? Does senior brother have any clue?"

The sword in Xi Lingyue's hand had disappeared, and she frowned like a young man.

"Could it be related to Xiaotuo?"

He tugged at Zi Yu Sheng's sleeve anxiously.

At this moment, Song Qinghe felt like he was like a five-hundred-watt light bulb, illuminating them, making him seem extra redundant.

"I don't understand either. Could it be that we are being reminded that the person who captured Xiao Tuo is a guy who is neither a ghost nor a fairy?"

The two of them were confused. Song Qinghe only felt funny when he saw this. This prophecy had nothing to do with Si Fengzhe.

After a short interlude, the three returned to Qianshan.

Some were sleeping in, some were basking in the sun, and there was no one practicing Qigong in the huge Qingfengmen.

"Senior Brother Ziyu, have these brothers always been like this? Don't they all need to practice morning exercises?"

Song Qinghe struck a fatal blow. The obsessive-compulsive person who trained heavenly soldiers couldn't bear to see so many idle wastes around him.

It’s so presumptuous to be a sect that cultivates immortality!
The road to cultivating immortality is long and far, and I will search for it up and down.

If you don’t practice and I don’t practice, who has the final say when to ascend!
"Uh……"

"Hey, you should take care of yourself. No one can find the Qingfeng Sect. Xiaowu and the others should go to bed if they want. With ordinary qualifications, it doesn't matter whether they practice or not."

Xi Lingyue couldn't help but sneered.

"What, then the other disciples don't want to ascend? Why come to the Immortal Cultivation Sect if they don't want to ascend? Why don't they go home and live a mortal life? Besides, it's really safe. How did the black mist monster find the entrance to the Qingfeng Sect formation? ?”

Song Qinghe narrowed his eyes and retorted, leaving the two of them speechless.

"I paid for the elixirs, not so that everyone could get something for nothing and just sit back and watch as salted fish."

Zi Yusheng was left speechless.

After all, the financial power of the Shanmen is entirely in the hands of the junior sister, who is the God of Wealth of the Qingfeng Sect.

"Song Qinghe, you really take yourself seriously..."

Xi Lingyue said dissatisfiedly, but before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by Yu Sheng's slap. The young man rubbed the top of his head and closed his mouth glumly.

"What are you talking about, Junior Sister Qinghe, what you say makes sense, I think you are living too comfortably!"

Zi Yusheng coughed awkwardly and pretended to give the boy a harsh lesson.

"It's up to you, I'm going back to sword practice."

Xi Lingyue couldn't stay any longer, so she turned around and left.

Song Qinghe took out a golden loudspeaker from his soul space, and his whole body was made of gold.

Zi Yusheng was stunned.

"Get them up to practice morning exercises. These are a hundred heart-clearing pills. Give them out and it will help them practice. I will go and practice first."

Then the woman threw the golden trumpet, a bag of elixirs and 100 million spiritual stones to the man, and turned and left.

Sure enough, people cannot be judged by their appearance, and wealth cannot be measured!

The woman returned to the back mountain again, but she retreated when she saw the high-spirited young man in the cave with his sword-like aura.

"This kid is so noisy."

From the back mountain, we went around to another secluded courtyard surrounded by mountains with a small wooden sign that read "No entry for leisurely guests". It was different from the poor and dilapidated house in the front mountain that we saw for the first time. This courtyard was surrounded by wooden fences, and it looked so clear and heart-warming. It's chic to be devoid of desire.

In the small courtyard, there is a green pavilion, a lotus pond and a neat vegetable patch. There is also a big yellow dog tied in front of the wooden house, lying lazily in the sun.

"Master, run quickly, there is a dog!"

Ling Yu, who had just woken up, was shocked and shouted loudly in the space, which made Song Qinghe's brows jump in shock. "Leashed, if you're afraid to go back to sleep."

After speaking, Song Qinghe walked into the small courtyard and passed by a large vegetable field. The big yellow dog couldn't help but start barking as he watched the woman getting closer and closer.

The cry was deafening, and the people living inside should have heard it a long time ago.

This was Song Qinghe's first thought.

The second thought was that I didn't expect that there was this land outside the square, and the senior brother had never mentioned it.

Just as the woman in plain clothes and a jade hairpin was about to step up the steps, a cattail leaf fan that was even more broken than her own flew over, wrapped in a layer of colorless spiritual power, and slashed at the next step of her step like a sharp blade. on the steps.

"Little girl, this is not the place for you to come."

An old but steady and powerful voice sounded through the wooden door.

"Junior didn't come here intentionally to cause trouble. I just got lost. I don't know where this place is, senior?"

Song Qinghe directly performed a show of getting lost with his eyes open and telling lies. The old man in the back room pondered for a few seconds before speaking.

"Then come in."

As soon as he finished speaking, the wooden door opened automatically with a creak. The big yellow dog at the door seemed to understand human nature and stopped barking after receiving the owner's approval.

Song Qinghe walked in calmly. An old man with long sea-blue hair sat on a wooden couch with his eyes closed. The hand on the couch rested his chin on the couch and waved lazily, and the cattail leaf fan returned to his palm again.

"Why does your senior look so familiar?"

Song Qinghe raised his eyebrows and looked at the blue-haired old man who was pretending to be aloof with his arms folded.

The old man seemed to have thought of something, opened his eyes and looked at the woman, coughing a few times awkwardly.

"Girl, you must have made a mistake. Old man, I have never been out of the back mountain, let alone down the mountain. There is no way I look familiar!"

"Girl, sit down quickly and tell me where you got lost?"

Song Qinghe saw that he was deliberately concealing it, and no longer carefully investigated whether the scoundrel from the Universal Pawn Shop had something to do with the old man.

"I have lost my own path, lost the path of heaven and earth, lost the path of the past, which path does senior want me to lose?"

One is better at riddles than the other.

The blue-haired old man sighed and looked at her meaningfully.

"Girl, have you seen the four mountains and eight peaks in the distance?"

He did not answer the woman's question, but looked far away at the towering mountain peaks with turbid emotions in his eyes.

Song Qinghe nodded without knowing why.

"As long as you're not blind, you can see. If you have something to say, senior, you might as well say it directly."

"The four mountains and eight peaks are where the elders of the Qingfeng Sect live. Each level has a level of testing. Didn't Zi Yusheng tell you about it, because he has never been there, and that old guy Li Qingfeng has only reached the sixth level? That’s all, so naturally I never mentioned it to them.”

"So does this have anything to do with what I mean by being lost?"

Song Qinghe was a little confused and casually followed his gaze towards the mountain peaks outside the window.

"Girl, don't be too impatient. I can't give you the answer you want, old man. The answer you want is at the end. Only after passing the test of four mountains and eight peaks can you get what you want."

Song Qinghe's relaxed eyes suddenly tightened, and his gaze towards the blue-haired old man became serious.

"Senior, do you know what I want?"

"Girl, I advise you to accept the situation as it comes, know people's affairs, and obey fate. Sometimes the answer may not be what you want."

(End of this chapter)