In the middle of winter, the gray sky is overcast, and occasionally a biting cool breeze blows. At this time, people should be staying at home, preparing for the end of the year. On the official road to the northwest border, there was a large caravan, against the cold wind, out of people's sight, heading towards the Kunlun Mountains.

The Kunlun Mountains are the symbol of the Chinese nation, and their predecessors respected them as "the ancestor of ten thousand mountains" and "the ancestor of the dragon vein". The reckless Kunlun is magnificent, the four seasons are cold and winter, the silver is wrapped in plain, the mountains are continuous, the sky is ten thousand clouds, and the vast wilderness Gobi has the Kunlun Divine Spring that cleanses the body and mind. It is daunting and mysterious, and people from almost every dynasty and generation come to look for opportunities. If you can meet the legendary immortals, you can ascend to the sky in one step. But from ancient times to the present, some of those people may return empty-handed, but some will find rare treasures, and some people will die here forever.

There were more than thirty men in the whole caravan riding tall horses, with long swords at their waists, dressed in cotton clothes, and slightly burly figures. These men were divided into two carriages of two horses.

"Big brother, is this Master Qiu full of food? I don't have a good life, for a beggar I met on the side of the road, I actually let that little girl go to the Kunlun Mountains. The first two riders, one on the right with pockmarks on his face, but a little lean man turned his head to look at the other.

There was a horse face on the left side, and a wise man in his eyes looked calmly ahead, and a hearty voice came from his throat: "Second brother, you are finally willing to speak, I have been waiting for you to speak all the way." It's good to say it, I'm afraid you won't say it. I know you have doubts, originally I wouldn't take this business, but we have been rolling on the rivers and lakes for many years, and we can be safe and sound, and the battle is still the word morality, Master Qiu has a life-saving grace for us, and we have to repay it no matter what, and there is no white-eyed wolf in our hanging building. If you explain it, cheer me up, and you must protect the safety of Miss Qiu and them. ”

The man, who was called the second child, should get down, and when he turned around to give orders, a young girl and a middle-aged man sitting in the first carriage in the center of the horse team also showed signs of talking.

"Uncle Qi, it's been three days, that guy hasn't woken up yet, if he doesn't wake up when he reaches the Kunlun Mountains, what can he do?" Although her body still exudes a childish atmosphere, the girl who has a beautiful embryo has an anxious look on her face, and her eyes are shining staring at the middle-aged man who is sitting on the side.

The middle-aged man who was called Uncle Qi showed a loving smile on his face, and after looking at the girl silently, he said, "Miss, you can rest assured." With Dr. Qin taking care of Zeng Gongzi closely, he will definitely be able to wake up as soon as possible. ”

These two people came out of Qiu Mansion in Kyoto, and originally only wanted to escort Zeng Sheng to the Kunlun Mountains, but Doctor Qin didn't let them into the carriage at all, and after they had no choice but to hit a wall, they called Qiu Mansion's daughter, Qiu Lingshuang, who wanted to seek immortal fate, and Qi Ang, the protector who was born in martial arts and had been responsible for the safety of Qiu Mansion.

"Doctor Qin is the most skilled doctor in Kyoto except for the imperial doctor. I believe that Doctor Qin will definitely be able to revive him as soon as possible!" As soon as Qiu Lingshuang heard this, her anxious mood gradually stabilized. There is a sparkle in the eyes.

"Uncle Qi, have you ever been to Kunlun Mountain?"

"Uncle Qi, if we don't meet the immortals, should we stay and garrison, or wait for Xiaosheng to wake up?"

"Uncle Qi, you said that if there are really immortals in the Kunlun Mountains, then am I an apprentice, or do I burn incense and pray for its gods?" Qiu Lingshuang, who was no longer entangled, suddenly seemed to open the chatterbox, and kept asking Qi Ang this and that.

Although Qiu Lingshuang asked a variety of questions, Qi Ang did not feel the slightest annoyance, but smiled slightly and patiently answered his doubts. Qi Ang, who had a lot of experience, made Qiu Lingshuang continue to nod obediently, and his face showed a sudden look.

And in another carriage, there was a young man, and next to him was a middle-aged man who was as rich as jade. Most of the eyes of middle-aged people are stuck in the comatose teenager. He is none other than Qin Langzhong, who is famous in Kyoto as a wonderful rejuvenator. It is also the only one in Kyoto that has a close relationship with the old man of Qiufu.