For three years, Guo Xiaopeng stayed in the pilgrimage city and waited for Hongjun Ancestor, every day except for cultivation, there was nothing to do, and he was not in the mood to visit other places.

One day three years later, Guo Xiaopeng was in his room, drinking Coke and playing games, and his life was okay, when suddenly a sentence came into his mind: Hongjun Ancestor has returned.

Guo Xiaopeng stood up and immediately flew to the Heavenly Realm, Hongjun Ancestor came back from Taixu just now, and when he saw that the Heavenly Realm was empty, he was very depressed, where did everyone else go?

Guo Xiaopeng hurriedly came to Hongjun Ancestor from the Heavenly Realm.

"Welcome home! I've been waiting here for a long time!" Guo Xiaopeng said.

"What about the others?" asked Hongjun Ancestor.

"They've all gone to live in the pilgrimage city!" replied Guo Xiaopeng.

"Pilgrimage City?" Hongjun Ancestor asked.

"Oh, it's the city I built before! it's the place where you discovered the heart of Pangu!" Guo Xiaopeng said.

"What's the good there, I ......" Hongjun Ancestor just wanted to criticize the others. But I found that several of my apprentices had also gone to live, which was a bit interesting.

"You take me to see ......," Hongjun Ancestor said.

Guo Xiaopeng took Hongjun Ancestor to the pilgrimage city, Hongjun Ancestor was stunned when he looked at the pilgrimage city, such a city is full of life.

Hongjun Ancestor found that the city always woke up too early. The dust of last night has not yet had time to calm down, and the street lamps under the dimming seem to still have dim yellow lights to shine through, but when you look closely, it is the refraction of the morning light. Not too many people will notice such a scene. A young white-collar worker wrapped in a trench coat waited for the bus on the side of the street, and his makeup was delicate but could not hide the heavy tiredness on his face. One car after another whizzed past. Inside, the city's slightly wealthier but hard-working middle class is still on the move. And at this point, the shadow of the "upper class" is usually less likely. More often than not, it is the mother who is holding the child, the small employee of the company who is afraid of being late, the uncle who is going to go out to run the goods on an electric motorcycle, and so on. The roadside breakfast shop is always overcrowded, and the shouts come and go, but fortunately, the proprietress has practiced the magic skills that she will never forget. In fact, where is not overcrowding. Bus stops, subways, supermarkets. Various transportation routes cover every corner of the city like a spider's web. Batches of people were loaded and unloaded like cargo. The whole city is like a busy shell. Everyone is on the go. Busy with their own difficult lives.

The beautiful scenery is always exciting, and Hongjun Ancestor now finally understands why those immortal cultivators are not willing to stay in the Heavenly Realm, but are willing to be here!

Hongjun Ancestor felt that this was the heart of Pangu, and it would be of great benefit to them as high-level immortal cultivators!258

"Sure enough, he is worthy of being an ancient immortal cultivator, and there is still such a usage when he dies!" Hongjun Ancestor praised from the bottom of his heart.

"Master, I'm going to give you a gift!" Guo Xiaopeng said.

"Oh, it's really strange, it's the sun coming out of the south today?" said Shi Zu in surprise.

"No! I willingly prepared it for your old man!" Guo Xiaopeng said.

"Okay, I'll see what kind of gift it is?" said Hongjun Ancestor with a smile.

"Please follow me!" Guo Xiaopeng said with a smile.

Guo Xiaopeng took Hongjun Ancestor to a place in the city, which was very quiet, with a large courtyard, some bamboo, and a lotus pond.

In the deepest part, there are several courtyards, which seem to be well hidden.

At the top of the red vermilion lacquer gate, there is a black gold silk nanmu plaque, on which the dragon flies and the phoenix dances with three big characters 'Feng Ya Stream'. The night of the sky steps is as cool as water, the red candles in the window are swaying, the drizzle outside the window is slanting, and the stagnant water is quietly dripping down the eaves, creating a circle of ripples on the ground, like sighing and retaining.

I put out the candle, pushed open the creaky window, sat on the edge of the bed with my knees crossed, and stared at the rain falling outside the window. She carried a dim silk lantern in front of her to lead the way, and the whole corridor was pitch black, except for a little light under her feet, and the sound of waves crashing on both sides from time to time, she couldn't see anything clearly. The water droplets splashed from the clear spring on the stone wall fell into the pool, ticking, ticking...... Looming smoke eyebrows, like hatred and joy, delicate and delicate nose, not self-red cherry lips, skin like condensation, cheeks like pink, not a handful of willow waist graceful leaning on the carved wooden fence of the water pavilion.

In the midst of the water, the appearance of the country and the city looms. The boat slowly travels along the narrow river. Spring flowers are planted near the water, hanging down slender flower branches, goose-yellow petals shy full of branches, with the breeze blowing across the water, like a girl holding a mirror to take a self-portrait, want to speak and be ashamed. The sun shines through the cherry blossom trees in full bloom, casting kisses like crushed gold, and the dappled shadows of the trees ripple on the surface of the river. A faint spring breeze brings up the snow-like cherry blossoms, fluttering, spinning...... Flying all over the sky, and finally reluctantly drifting into the distance.

The fragrance of nothingness floats in the air, evoking reverie, the gentle and clear birdsong is hidden among the shadowy trees and flowers, clear and cheerful, and on the stern, the captain gently rocks the oar, squeaking, and lightly contrasting with the bird's cry. Suddenly, the scenery in front of me changed, and I entered a wide body of water, and there were more ships around me. Most of them are the same canopy boats as us, and there are also a lot of gorgeously decorated cruise ships interspersed among them, the two sides of the embankment are crowded with people, bustling, shops are lined up, customers come and go, and a bustling and lively Qingming river map unfolds in front of you. The lights on both sides are bright, in front of it is a white wall built on the water, about two meters high, covered with black tiles, the wall head is built into undulating waves, the red lacquer door of the moon hole in the middle is hidden, there is the sound of the piano and the music faintly come, the black plaque on the door is written on the two gilded characters of "pear garden".

The crystal bead curtain pours out, behind the curtain, someone wears a veil to caress the piano, the piano sound flows between the ups and downs of the fingertips, or virtual or real, changeable, like a quiet stream dripping spring clear and ethereal, exquisitely clear, and then the water gathers into a gurgling strong current, with tenacious vitality through the mountains and mountains, reefs and shoals, into the rolling rivers and seas, and finally tends to be calm, only the leisurely overtones remain, like the waves that the fish leaps over the water surface and splashes occasionally. Amber wine, jasper, golden foot bottle, jade plate, food is picturesque, wine is like a spring, the guqin is rippling, and the bell is dingdong. The main hall is decorated with inverted bell-like flowers, the calyxes are white, the bone china is translucent, and the top of the petals is a circle of different shades of lilac, which seems to be dyed naturally. The cloud-white and clean hall reflects the crystal pearl light as clear as tears, ethereal and illusory, and the beautiful scenery is like a flower across the clouds, making people unable to distinguish where is the real scene and where is the reflection.

Dense as silver quills rain silk light veil shrouded the world, a bend of green water like a green Luo jade belt around the forest, the distant mountains are invisible. The rain and dew blow the very slender phoenix tail bamboo, gather into beads, slide down along the elegant and unique leaf tail, the crystal breaks the line generally, knocks on the oil paper umbrella, intermittently, Qingyue is like a lady striking the chime. When the waves are exhausted, the flames of the acacia flowers spread out in the air, and the light flutters and swirls like snow, reflecting the faces of the beauties. Elegant, beautiful, lush, willowy, plump, delicate...... Just like the Hundred Flowers Garden in March, all kinds of beauties gather in a pavilion, full of fragrance. The crystal curtain falls, and the veil hangs.

Hongjun Ancestor looked at such a courtyard and knew that Guo Xiaopeng was attentive, and he was very happy.