Fang Xianqiao obviously has a secret, but what makes Ning Fan depressed is that with his strength, he can't find out the truth behind the secret.

After searching for several days, Ning Fan had almost given up.

In the past few days, taking advantage of the nightfall, Ning Fan almost flew around the mountain, but he didn't find the slightest clue.

Mount Hua is too big, and it is too difficult to find the entrance to the secret realm from the vast mountains.

"Forget it. Let's come back next time. ”

Although he had already foreseen this outcome, when it really appeared, Ning Fan's mood was inevitably depressed.

In the early morning of the next day, Ning Fan did not leave Huashan directly, but bought a ticket again and started playing.

It's just that this time Ning Fan is not for the sake of sightseeing natural scenery.

"There are a lot of Taoist temples in Huashan, maybe there are some cultivators living in seclusion here. ”

Huashan is known as the fourth cave heaven, and has always left countless legends of cultivation, and there are still many Taoist temples.

Ning Fan stepped into the path of heaven and man, and it was the Jindan Avenue of Taoism that he practiced.

Since he came to this place, Ning Fan naturally wanted to go and pay his respects.

After stepping into the path of heaven and man, Ning Fan completely became a white ding in the cultivation world.

Everything he knew so far was all speculation based on the information of the Xuantian Sect.

That's the most.

Ning Fan didn't get the entire inheritance of the Xuantian Sect at all.

It's just a foundation-building method, a notebook that resembles a personal diary, and a basic alchemy.

Even alchemy, Ning Fan saw it in the clouds, and he didn't understand the meaning of many of the terms.

So Ning Fan desperately wanted to find a fellow practitioner, so that he could at least ask the other party for advice.

How can it be like this, completely dark-eyed, feeling the stones to cross the river.

Walking down one Taoist temple after another, Ning Fan's eyes became more and more disappointed,

Although the Taoist hall is full of incense, there is no trace of the Great Dao Immortal.

There are occasionally a few skilled Taoist priests, but they are just ordinary martial artists, selling their martial arts in exchange for being covered in copper smell.

Seeing this scene, the disappointment in Ning Fan's eyes was even stronger, and he couldn't help but complain, "Selling fame and reputation, a good and decent cultivation resort, but it is full of copper smell, what kind of humanity do you talk about." ”

"The Word is in the heart. ”

At this moment, a clear voice went straight to Ning Fan's ears.

Ning Fan fixed his eyes and looked over, only to see that the person who spoke was an old Taoist priest who was old and gray and wearing a shabby robe.

I saw that Lao Dao was lowering his head, sweeping the dead branches of the place with a broom.

Every time I swept it, the dead leaves on the ground seemed to take the initiative to move closer, sticking to the broom.

Ancient temples in the mountains, sweeping the old road.

Seeing this scene, Ning Fan couldn't help but say, "What is Dao?"

Lao Dao looked at the dead branches piled up on the ground, and said inscrutablely, "This is the Tao." ”

As the words fell, the leaves that had just piled up like a hill suddenly scattered in all directions, as if they had been blown away by the wind.

"Layman, do you understand?"

Looking at the old Taoist priest with a divine stick, Ning Fan couldn't help but say happily anymore, "You are an old Taoist who is no more than the Imperial Sky Realm, and you dare to play tricks in front of me." ”

"You ......"

Lao Dao was stunned for a moment, and then his embarrassed old face turned red, and he put his hands together to apologize, "Lao Dao has eyes and doesn't know real people, and he dares to get an axe, it's really ashamed." ”

Ning Fan shook his head and said sincerely, "I don't blame you. It's just that I'm poor for a while. Please forgive me. ”

Lao Dao didn't have any malicious intent, he just wanted to tell Ning Fan.

Cultivation is no matter where it is, as long as the heart is there, any place can be a dojo.

This is the Word in the heart.

Whether the dead leaves are gathered or scattered, they are essentially a pile of dead leaves, which is the foundation of the Tao.

It's just that the old Taoist priest is not good at speaking out, so he reminded Ning Fan.

If Ning Fan has understanding, then he will naturally understand.

If he doesn't have understanding, then even if he explains it a hundred times, he won't understand it.

This is the Taoist rule of inaction, everything depends on chance, and there will never be more nonsense.

"Isn't this young man's cultivation still on top of the old way?"

Looking at Ning Fan's excessively young face, a trace of surprise flashed in Lao Dao's eyes, he has been in Huashan for decades, and he has no opponent in his conceit.

I didn't expect that today, a young man dressed as a tourist can see through his roots at a glance.

"This little friend, why don't you talk about it inside?"

Looking at the splendid Taoist temple like a palace, Ning Fan shook his head, "It's better to be free." ”

"Xiaoyou misunderstood. Lao Dao's abode is not here. ”

Lao Dao said with a smile, "A thatched hut sheltered from the wind and rain, if you don't dislike it, you might as well go to Lao Dao to drink a few cups of coarse tea." ”

Ning Fan nodded, "This can be had." ”

Seeing that Lao Dao threw away the broom, turned his head and left, Ning Fan was surprised, "Dao Chief, are you leaving like this?"

Lao Dao asked rhetorically, "Or else?"

Ning Fan shrugged, "When I didn't say it." ”

Under the leadership of Lao Dao, Ning Fan broke away from the tourists and walked into a remote path.

It is said to be a trail, but it is actually a crack formed by the interaction of two mountain peaks.

The crack is not wide enough for one person to pass through.

The whole trail is oblique upward, with an angle of about forty or fifty degrees, and the strange stones and canine teeth inside are intertwined. It can be said to be a trench road.

Lao Dao said, "Originally, the tourism bureau wanted to split this place into a scenic spot similar to a first-line sky, but later found that the construction was too difficult, so it was shelved. It's just cheap for me. ”

As he spoke, Lao Dao pointed to the end of the crack.

Ning Fan nodded and sighed, "This is indeed a blessed place. ”

In the direction of the old finger, there is a protruding platform.

In the mist of the platform, Ning Fan vaguely saw the outline of a small wooden house.

Ning Fan silently estimated the direction, and found that this wooden house could actually look forward to the sunrise, watch the sunset behind, and look down on the sea of clouds.

It can be said that it is an excellent viewing spot.

The best part is the secrecy.

It's real, but it's possible to hide in nature.

This gap is not on the scenic route in the first place, and even if the occasional tourist passes by, they will not be able to detect the wooden house under the woods.

And because of the special topography of the platform, even people from high places, or people on the other side of the mountain, cannot find it.

If it weren't for the old road leading the way, Ning Fan wouldn't have found this place at all, you must know that these days, but he has flown these main peaks several times, but he didn't find it.

"What a great place!"

For a while, Ning Fan was a little envious of this old way, who actually had such a great fortune.

"It's certainly a good place. ”

Lao Dao smiled proudly, and changed his words, "It's not easy for ordinary people to want to enter my heavenly habitat. ”

"Heaven and Man Habitat! Good name, living here is indeed as free as a fairy. ”

Ning Fan praised him, and then stretched out his hand to invite, "Dao Chief, please first!"

Lao Dao glanced at Ning Fan deeply, "Then I'm not welcome." ”