In the attic, there is a one-wing room, the room is ordinary, a mahogany square table occupies most of the room, and chairs are placed next to the wooden table.

When Nangong Wen Jian stepped into this place, a solemnity unconsciously appeared between his eyebrows, and he found that although the furnishings of this room were simple, there was a faint coercion in it.

And this sense of coercion is that in the later stage of his cultivation, he felt a lot of oppression.

At this time, Mu Hongming stepped forward and said respectfully to the empty seat: "Lord of the Sect, the four disciples of Nangong Wen Jian have arrived as promised. ”

As soon as the words fell, the scenery in front of him suddenly changed, and a white light pierced, Nangong Wen Jian narrowed his eyes slightly, and only when he completely adapted to it did he see that he was in another place.

In a small courtyard, the courtyard bridge flows, the green trees are shady, the flowers are splendid, and it is a unique paradise scene.

And under the shade of an old tree, I saw a stone table and a stone bench, and an old man with a childish face was full of tea, the tea fragrance was slight, it was very clear, Nangong Wen Jian glanced at the old man, and couldn't help but be slightly shocked, this person's cultivation couldn't even see him.

He immediately stepped forward and saluted: "The junior Nangong Wen Jian, with the intention of his master, led the four disciples to come to disturb him, and the seniors of Qingxu should not mind." ”

The old man smiled slightly, and motioned for the three of them to sit down, "All the way, but are you okay?" ”

"Have a safe journey, thank you for your concern." Nangong Wen Jian fell into the guest seat and said calmly.

"That's good, now that the fairy world is not peaceful, the Demon Sect is becoming more and more rampant, the purpose of your arrival this time has already been heard by the old man, it is really terrifying!" He stroked his white beard, his eyes were as clear as a spring, he looked at Nangong Wen Jian every time, there was no arrogance on the top, but it was full of love that can only exist between close relatives, invisibly, even Nangong Wen Jian himself was a little infected.

In his early years, he heard that the old man was amiable, and he treated anyone like this, and his heart was like a living Bodhisattva.

This person has the intention of embracing the blue sky, and even Nangong Wen Jian is ashamed of himself.

His eyes were so flat that he could barely see ripples, as if he could tolerate all the people, no matter how dirty and ugly he was, without a trace of waves.

Nangong Wen Jian believed that if it weren't for the fact that the old man Qingxu had delayed a lot of cultivation time due to studying alchemy, he was afraid that in time, he would definitely be able to reach another world.

And that heaven and earth, that world, I'm afraid that even Yuan Ying may not be able to get a glimpse of one or two.

Thinking of this, he sighed secretly in his heart, only to realize that his thoughts seemed to fly away.

The old man Qingxu lifted the smooth and shining silver teapot on the stone table, changed out of thin air, and there was another tea bowl in his hand, and personally poured it for Nangong Wen Jian.

Waiting to pour a bowl for everyone seated, the fragrance of tea was ethereal, and he said lightly: "Wen Jian!" When I came in, the old man saw that your brows were always furrowed, if there was anything to worry about, you might as well tell the old man about it, and it can be regarded as a relief for you. ”

Hearing this, Nangong Wen Jian was stunned at first, and then smiled bitterly, "Qingxu seniors are really as wise as a torch, Wen Jian is indeed a little sad......"

He paused, and Si Yunzi nodded to him kindly, the two of them were his best friends for hundreds of years, how could they not be trusted.

Seeing this, he said slowly: "A few days ago, the sect was competing for a place, and this is a big competition, and the little girl suddenly fell into a coma for some reason, and the reason for it is still unknown. ”

The old man listened quietly, and said for a long time: "Wen Jian, your daughter seems to be called Nangong Lian, right?" ”

"Exactly." Nangong Wen Jian nodded and said, when his daughter was in infancy, she had met the old man Qingxu, so he knew it.

"Although the old man has never watched Lian'er grow up, after all, he has some fate with the old man, and he has suffered a catastrophe, so the old man naturally can't stand by and watch, but Wen Jian, Lian'er's daughter, have you ever talked to others?"

As soon as the words changed, Si Yunzi and Mu Hongming were a little strange, and then looked at Nangong Wen's sword face, there was a little struggle because of these words.

He was sitting here, but his hands were tightly clenching his sleeve robe, and his heart seemed to be very violent, and it was a long, long time before he shook his head slightly: "No." ”

The old man Qingxu seemed to have expected his answer, and he was not much surprised, and still said lightly: "Wen Jian, you are now more than six hundred years old, but you are an ascetic, you have asked all your life, seeking immortality, and you are not contaminated with earthly fireworks, how can you have such a young daughter?" This matter, even if the old man doesn't say it, after so many years, I'm afraid some people will guess it. ”

Nangong Wen Jian looked at the old man in front of him, but his deep and waveless eyes made him feel a trace of jealousy, but he was helpless about it.

The secret that has been hidden in the bottom of my heart for many years has been seen through once, how terrible this person is!

Nangong Lian's matter, he has rotted it in his stomach many years ago, and there are not many people who really know about this matter, but the old man Qingxu is not among them......

Thinking of this, he only felt that his hands and feet were cold, and that coldness had penetrated into his heart.

The old man looked at him with burning eyes, and said: "I don't know if you have heard that there is a clan in the extreme west of the continent, which is the Honghuang Dragon Clan, known as the strongest clan in this world, thousands of years ago, the three immortals of the Dao Sect united with all the immortals, and hunted down the Demon Holy Ancestor to thirty-three days away before correcting it, which is a well-known thing in the world." ”

"But ......"

The three of them didn't know what he was saying, but sitting there at this time, there was a slight chill in the air.

The old man said faintly: "There is an unknown past in this, when the three immortals chased and killed the demons, they went all the way to the west, but they didn't even dare to step into the land of the dragon clan for half a step, do you know why?" ”

The three of them looked at him with calm eyes and no words.

"According to rumors, a thousand years ago, the Flood Desolation Dragon Clan had a Dragon Clan Holy Ancestor who was above any monk, and he was a Divine Transformation Stage Cultivator."

"Avatar?" Nangong Wen Jian swallowed a mouthful of saliva and was taken aback, but he immediately calmed down, this matter was not much related to Nangong Lian, but what was the meaning of the old man Qingxu saying this at this time?

He didn't ask in detail, and the old man naturally didn't elaborate.

Nangong Wen Jian suddenly turned around again and asked, "Black Heart Mountain and his party, will the people of the Demon Sect really know?" ”

Although it was a lot of luck, it would be best if it could avoid the sight of the Demon Sect.

And the old man Qingxu nodded slightly disappointed, "Black Heart Mountain is located in the north, where there are many demon cults and evil sects, and I am afraid that this trip will be a little dangerous." ”

"For this reason, a few days ago, Senior Sister Yueyin of my sect also went to explore the road with the monks of the Huayan Sect, during which she was almost discovered by the monks of the Demon Sect, but fortunately, both of them returned safely." Si Yunzi took over and continued.

Nangong Wen Jian nodded thoughtfully, it seems that the disciples who went this time were more than lucky......