"Knock knock" Xiaoli hurriedly kowtowed at the Zen man, so to speak. The Zen man's words have already changed Xiaoli's fate, and she is naturally so excited.

At this time, Han Ming and the Zen master had already entered the mountain gate of Flame Mountain.

Inside the mountain gate, there is a kind of peace and liveliness everywhere. Many of the young disciples discussed the exercises with each other, some jokingly and some in love.

The beautiful scenery of the surrounding white cranes, lotus flowers in the flower pond, and so on. But Han Ming didn't see a decent hall, there were only caves around it, and there was no building like a hall.

Seeing this, Han Ming casually asked, "Zen Daoist, why is there a building similar to the main hall in the door?"

The Zen man's face suddenly twitched, and he replied embarrassedly: "Brother Han doesn't know, we are only a fourth-level sect, how can there be that kind of building." The main hall can only be built by a sect above the second level, hey!"

"Oh, I see. I see that the cultivation of the Zen master and Taoist friend is in the middle stage of the Golden Immortal, should the cultivation of the head of the sect be higher? Do I need to be in charge of the matter of becoming the Great Elder of Keqing?"

The Zen master looked disdainful and said with a sarcastic smile: "The so-called head is not a big deal. My unassuming junior brother has not improved his cultivation in the early years because of personal grievances. I have full discretion in this matter, and Brother Han doesn't have to worry. Besides, my junior brother has already gone out some time ago, so it doesn't matter if I tell him or not!"

"Oh, that's a bit inappropriate, isn't it?" Han Ming nodded slightly, and said in a pretended worried tone.

"Haha~~!" The Zen master laughed loudly and comforted Han Ming: "Brother Han, don't worry, anyway, we will be able to meet my senior brother in a few days, and I will just talk to him when the time comes." Either Brother Han is really here, we are about to organize a big event, and we need Brother Han's cultivation and strength!"

Han Ming immediately became interested and asked, "Oh, what's the big deal?"

"Hehe!" the Zen master smiled mysteriously, just about to continue to talk to Han Ming. At this moment, a beautiful woman with long flowing hair and a white dress came to her face.

As soon as the woman arrived, she showed a sweet smile, knelt in front of the Zen master, and said gently, "Master, why did your old man come here today?"

When the Zen master saw this woman, he couldn't help but smile, and said to Han Ming proudly: "Brother Han, this is my eldest apprentice, Neon. Neon is only twenty years old now, and his cultivation has already reached the Earth Immortal Stage, so he can be said to be the master of the younger generation of my Flame Gate. This is how it looks, and I don't know how many young sect masters of the third-level sect are worried, and there are many people who came to propose marriage some time ago, haha!"

Neon was suddenly embarrassed, and glanced at Han Ming curiously, only to find that Han Ming's gaze was not at her.

"Neon, haven't seen Uncle Han soon. Your Senior Uncle Han is now the Great Elder of my Flame Sect Keqing, and his cultivation is on par with that of his master, and he can be regarded as the best of our fourth-level sects!" The Zen Master hurriedly gave the neon envoy a look, but after saying this, Han Ming smiled and waved his hand.

"There's no need to be so polite, Zen scholar and fellow Daoist, you really have accepted a good apprentice! Since I have the fate to meet the juniors, I can't get a lot of rich gifts from the juniors. This little elixir, you can accept it!"

Han Ming flipped over his hand and took out a three-thousand-year-old five-leaf clover grass and handed it to Neon.

When the Zen master felt the immortal power emanating from this five-leaf strange grass, he immediately said with emotion: "Brother Han, this is absolutely unacceptable! This is a three-thousand-year-old quality, if it is exchanged for immortal jade, it is also worth one or two hundred thousand inferior immortal jade! Your gift is too valuable!"

Since Han Ming arrived at the Immortal Realm, not only his own mana had transformed into immortal power, but even those elixirs in the Ding Ring had also become immortal elixirs full of immortal power. And in the immortal world, it can be a three-thousand-year-old immortal medicine, and it is quite a sensation in the fourth-level sect.

After all, it is very difficult to cultivate an immortal elixir, and often about 1,500 years of immortal medicine can make everyone treat it as a treasure. What's more, Han Ming's shot was a three-thousand-year-old elixir, which caused the surrounding disciples to look at Han Ming with a look of shock, surprise, and admiration.

Han Ming didn't care much, this three-thousand-year-old five-leaf strange grass was the lowest year of immortal medicine in his Ding Ring. At that moment, he directly stuffed this five-leaf strange grass into the already sluggish Neon hand, and said with a smile: "This is also what I accidentally got when I was out touring." Anyway, I want it to be useless, so I'll give it to the juniors!"

"Oh, this great gift really tormented me!" The Zen master was suddenly happy and embarrassed, and some of them were speechless. However, Neon glanced at Han Ming again in a daze, and was immediately full of curiosity about Han Ming.

The Zen man saw that the neon was motionless and did not speak. Hurriedly reminded: "Neon, don't you hurry up and thank your Uncle Han, this is a three-thousand-year-old elixir, don't let down your Uncle Han's kindness!"

Neon suddenly came back to her senses, quickly knelt down, and said with a sweet smile: "Disciple Neon, thank you Uncle Han!"

Han Ming used his immortal power to slowly help Neon up, and said with a gentle smile: "You don't have to be so polite. Zen fellow Daoists, let's go to a quiet place and talk, and by the way, talk about the big things you said!"

"Haha, good, good. Let's go to my cave today, I have a few houses in my cave anyway. Wait for tomorrow, I will send my disciples to help Brother Han arrange a good cave!" After the Zen master said that, he excitedly took Han Ming's arm and flew towards a cave.

After all the disciples saw Zen and Han Ming flying away, they all gathered around Neon and said enviously one by one.

"Senior Sister Neon, you are so blessed! Since you can get this three-thousand-year-old elixir, I don't know what the origin of that senior is, you will be so generous!"

"Hey, maybe he's an elder of a second-level sect? or he came to propose to our neon sister for the young sect master of the second-level sect, otherwise how would he be willing to spend so much money, you say, isn't it? haha!!!"

After a female disciple quipped, the people around her burst into happy laughter.

Neon's face suddenly turned crimson, and she said angrily: "You little girl, what are you talking about! Senior Uncle Han is the Great Elder of our Flame Gate, this is just a greeting gift, not what you said!"

"Oh, then I see. It must be that this Great Elder Keqing has taken a fancy to our neon sister, so he took out such a three-thousand-year-old immortal medicine to please his sister, don't you say?"

Another female disciple followed up and quipped, and then burst into laughter again.

After Neon put away the five-leaf clover grass in her hand, she glared at the female disciple who spoke. Seeing this, the female disciple immediately covered her mouth with a smile, and whispered, "Sister Neon, I won't say it, I won't say it!"

"Okay, everyone, don't make trouble, let's practice hard! In a few days, we will go to the capital to participate in the competition, remember, we are the main force of the sect. When the time comes, we must defeat the disciples of those third-level sects, so that we can be third-level sects. Let's practice well!"

Neon's words made everything around him return to normal again. It's just that Neon looked at Han Ming flying in the distance, as if something was touched, in short, under Han Ming's ordinary appearance, there was always a different temperament that made her feel weird.

In a cave, Han Ming and the Zen master sat in a stone-walled room.

Although the surrounding layout is relatively simple, it can be regarded as a unique flavor. After pouring a cup of tea for Han Ming, the Zen master said with a smile: "Brother Han, try the flower tea I grew myself, this taste is not so easy to taste!"

Han Ming gently put the teacup on the tip of his nose and sniffed, appreciating, "Well, that's good." The fragrance of tea is clear, although it is not eaten, but there is a fragrant smell coming from it, it is a good tea!" After speaking, Han Ming drank all the tea in the cup.

"Zen Fellow Daoist, it's time to talk about your so-called big things, right?" Han Ming asked with a smile after drinking this cup of tea.

The Zen master smiled mysteriously and asked softly, "If Brother Han had traveled from south to north all these years, he would have known that there were still many monuments in this immortal world?"

"Ancient monuments? I naturally know that it wasn't just tens of thousands of years ago that the Gu Immortals put everything they owned into the monuments after they died. Either it will be handed over to future generations, or it will be left to those who are destined!" Hearing this, Han Ming immediately remembered the Jinling Monuments. However, he needed to look like he didn't know about it, so as not to arouse the suspicion of the Zen practitioner. After what happened just now, Han Ming also knew a little about the person of Zen Practitioner.

The Zen master smiled and said mysteriously: "Don't hide it from Brother Han, we will get such a monument in the Flame Gate." And my place of head is going out this time, which is related to this monument. But the monuments are so dangerous that they are beyond the reach of the power of those of us. But I wonder if Brother Han is interested?"

After hearing this, Han Ming suddenly looked shocked, and couldn't help but ask suspiciously: "Ancient monuments? You said you got ancient monuments? This is unlikely, after all, there has been no such thing as ancient monuments for many years!"

"Haha, but God just gave me this good deed to the Flame Gate! That's why I said that Brother Han came by coincidence, if Brother Han can participate, then it will be much more convenient for us to open the monument!"

Seeing Han Ming's surprised look, the Zen master suddenly felt a lot more proud. After all, in the face of things like monuments, there are very few people who can calm down. Even those second-level sects, if they heard about the monuments, they would do whatever it took to kill people and grab the monuments.

Han Ming's face was unusually surprised, and he suddenly said with some concern: "Hey, but how can the monument be so easy to break into? I have also heard that the monument has many prohibitions and formations, and if one is not good, it will fall inside!"

"Brother Han, don't worry about this. We have the tokens of the monument, and when the time comes, we can enter the monument without a single soldier. It's just that after entering the ancient monument, I don't know what kind of trap there will be!Therefore, I hope that Brother Han will also enter the historic site with us, and when the time comes, Han Ming will take a fancy to something, just choose!" The Zen master's words thought that he could dispel Han Ming's worries. His purpose in doing this was also very simple, that is, he hoped to pull Han Ming into his team.

After thinking for a while, Han Ming suddenly asked, "Where is that ancient monument?"

The Zen scholar suddenly hesitated, Han Ming quickly came to his senses, and apologized: "Oh, look at my brain, these things shouldn't have been asked by me, and I ask the Zen master to forgive me!"

"What's this. This estimate is the Jinling monument that has always been very famous, and the Jinling monument is in the Shang family that has been wiped out. We're about to get there, and we can enter the Jinling Monument!" The Zen master thought that even if Han Ming knew, there would be nothing else, so he said it directly.

After hearing this, Han Ming thought for a moment, and said with some embarrassment: "Zen Daoist, you also know that this matter is very important, I think it is better to let me think about it! After three days, I will naturally give Zen Daoist an answer!"

"Haha, no hurry, no hurry!"

The Zen master also agreed to Han Ming's request, and continued to pour Han Ming a cup of flower tea at the moment. After Han Ming drank a few more glasses, he felt a little tired, and said to the Zen man: "Zen fellow Daoist, Han is a little tired today, and he wants to go to rest first, but he is out of company." I'll give you the answer to that in three days!"

"Oh, it's time to rest, I'll take you to the room now!" After saying that, after the Zen master led Han Ming to a room, Han Ming lay down on the bed and fell asleep. The Zen master looked at the sleeping Han Ming through the crack in the door, and thought strangely, "Why is the effect of the flower tea so obvious today? It seems that I have to go and see the tea root of the flower tea!"