Outside Xunxian City, a young man with a huge wooden box on his back and a broken wooden ruler hanging around his waist, wearing an old robe and a hint of sadness and anger between his eyebrows and eyes, looking at the word Xunxian on the city gate, he couldn't help but feel happy, and his whole body looked a little better.

‘Sister, this place is the preaching place of ancestor Yuchen, and we should be safe.’

As he said that, the young man glanced at the wooden box on his back, took a deep breath, and stepped forward to ask an old man who was setting up a stall on the roadside.

"I dare to ask this old gentleman, where is the place where the ancestor Yuchen preaches?"

"It is rare for those who come from other places to seek the truth."

The old man glanced at the young man's outfit, stopped on the wooden ruler around his waist, took out the teapot, called the young man to sit down, slowly poured him a bowl of tea, and smiled and said, "I haven't seen you outsiders for many years."

When the young man heard this, he was slightly surprised and said, "Now, are there few people from outside seeking the Tao?"

"It's not a rare person. Now, there are only one or two people who go to listen to the lectures every month, and sometimes there is no one. Speaking of which, I can be regarded as a person who looks at the immortal city from a crowd of people to a deserted place."

"Did Old Ancestor Yuchen still preach?"

"Of course, why don't you? Over the years, the 15th day of every month has never stopped. Whether there are or not, the teacher is preaching there. Are you thinking, who will the teacher tell you?"

The old man was talking nonsense, glanced at the young man who was a little embarrassed, and continued: "I asked Teacher Yuchen this question back then. At that time, he did not answer me directly, but asked me to see the surroundings. At first, I didn't understand it very much, but later I went there twice before I gradually figured it out."

When he said this, the old man took out a cigarette pole from his sleeve, smoked it a few times, looked at the curious eyes of the young man, and said with a smile: "Old man, I want to understand something, so I won't tell you, the little guy, to avoid interfering with your ideas and ruining your chances. But if you are willing to listen to the old man's nagging, I can tell you about the matter of seeking immortal city."

"Please give me some advice."

The young man is not a fool, so he can't tell that the old man is not an ordinary person. After putting the box, he bowed and bowed.

"You are a polite person."

When the old man saw the young man's actions, he was very helpful and explained to him happily: "It was about 81 years ago or 82 years ago. Teacher Yuchen just came to us. It's not called Xunxian City, what's the name? Oh, by the way, it's Qingzhu, Nanyun Qingzhu!"

"At that time, although the mountains and rivers around Xunxian City were beautiful, the resources were poor. For more than three hundred years, four cultivators who condensed the fourth-grade artifacts had emerged. Among these four, one was an outsider, and the three local ones were all the ones who could barely cross the threshold of the fourth-grade. If there was no surprise, the four of them would only be in the fourth-grade artifacts in their lifetime."

"Of course, this broken place is not much better now. Although the atmosphere of cultivation is very good, the resources are still a little bit. In the entire Xunxian City, the highest cultivation level is only an old guy who barely refined a fifth-grade artifact."

"And two of the four 'masters' who had learned the content taught by Teacher Yuchen, moved out with their family. One of them learned Confucianism and Law, and had a bad head. He thought of going out to preach like Teacher Yuchen. He didn't think that Teacher Yuchen could preach because the teacher was a sixth-grade monk with aged 10 years and held the cave artifact in his hand. He was a first-class person under the seventh-grade sage."

Speaking of this, the old man raised his thumbs up and expressed his admiration, but the next moment he changed his tone.

"Such capable, he can only teach Taoism in this barren land of resources, and he can stop at the fourth grade. He is a guy who has the teacher on demand and condenses the fifth grade artifact. What qualifications are there to go out to preach? He is not afraid of dying outside. Do you think he is, little guy?"

Facing the old man's inquiry, the young man thought for a while and asked, "Senior, is Old Bai?"

"You just recognized it? It seems that the guy Chengfeng has never mentioned me to you! On the contrary, I, the old man, saw you and Chengfeng from a distance, carved out of the same mold. After that, what big thing happened to your father when he came back so hard?"

When the young man heard this, he was silent for a while and said, "Jia Yan has passed away."

"Dead?" Old Bai paused the cigarette pole in his hand, and wisps of white mist surged, rolling up and down, his eyes slightly condensed.

"Who did it? What about the girl from the Song family and the boy from the Lou family? When the two of them moved out, Chengfeng helped a lot. They just watched Chengfeng be killed?"

When the young man heard this, he felt warm. Most of the people who went out of Xunxian City were easy-going and happy to help. On the contrary, the "gentlemen" who had known his father in the past, when they heard that their fathers were all thinking about seizing the inheritance, and they were eager to die early with their sister.

In the end, Aunt Song and Uncle Lou, who were not in close relationship on weekdays, helped to handle the funeral, guarded some of the family business, and sent their siblings here.

The young man corrected his emotions and comforted him: "Old Bai, Mr. Bai, Aunt Song and Uncle Lou have helped my family a lot. It is really because the person who took action this time was amazing. They were worried that they could not take care of it, so they asked me to return to Xunxian City."

"Although the two of them were still in the fourth grade when they left, they also got some secrets from Teacher Yuchen, hoping for the fifth grade. They can't help them. Your father got into a fifth grade monk with a year-old age, or a sixth grade monk? Forget it, you don't need to say more, I'm afraid I can't stop this. Please follow me up the mountain, I don't believe that the other party has the courage to take action in front of Teacher Yuchen."

As he said that, Old Bai shook the cigarette pole in his hand, and mist rolled up two people and a box, and came directly to the Jinglu where Yuchen practiced.

As soon as the two landed, Jinglu opened it on its own and a sentence came from inside: "Come in!"

When Mr. Bai heard this, he was immediately overjoyed. He picked up the wooden box and signaled the young man to follow.

When the two entered, the quiet house could not be seen occupying more than ten square meters, but the interior was quite vast, with simple decorations, and exquisite patterns and precious decorations in the corners. It was the kind of looking at it suddenly, but if you look closely, you will be rich everywhere.

Yuchen stood in the middle and saw the young man, and whispered: "Are you Chengfeng's son?"

"The disciple Lu Ying has met the ancestor." The young man said, and then knelt down on the ground.

Yu Chen glanced at the young man and said softly: "Ancestor? Well, since you are willing to worship me as your ancestor, I can't stand by and watch your family affairs, so open the box."

Lu Ying was overjoyed when she heard this and carefully opened the wooden box to reveal the girl inside.

This girl looks like she is only in her early teens, with her cheeks condensed and her nose greasy. She is a complete beauty.

However, the girl's body is half-virtual and half-real.

The moment Lu Ying opened the box, a faint fragrance of lotus wafted out, and then a white lotus appeared on the girl.

The next second, a white light burst into the void as the lotus bloomed, turning into a thin fog and dispersed.

For a moment, a drizzle drizzled in Yuchenjing's hut. The rain was strange. When it was scattered in the air, it was sometimes raindrops and sometimes petals. The fragrance was pleasant, like a illusion.

Some delicate lotus patterns are also produced everywhere in Jinglu, which adds a hint of sacredness to the original simplicity and wealth.

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