Under the guidance of Steward Sun, Zhang Xiaoman walked all the way through the corridor behind the Yinglong Palace, passed by two squares and a bamboo forest, and finally stopped in front of a stone engraved with "Guanlong Platform".

Along the way, he finally saw what the real thousand-year-old sect was, compared to the small temples and small temples he had been to, it was really different.

Although it is not said that they have ever produced a real cultivator, but the momentum of the sect building is not in the same realm.

"Master Pei, Master Ye is waiting here, you can see him directly when you go in."

"Okay, thank you, Sun, take care of things......" Zhang Xiaoman nodded.

In fact, he originally wanted to call the other party's Dao name, but after what he saw and heard on such a road just now, he was distracted, and he was born with an allergy to these Dao names and other words, which was particularly easy to forget. It's just that after such a while, I couldn't even remember the name that the other party just said to him, so I had no choice but to change my voice and call out his position here.

And after Zhang Xiaoman walked in, the steward Sun shook his head a little disappointed, from the other party's name to himself just now, he seemed to have guessed something, and couldn't help but sigh secretly: "It's a pity...... Could it be that this Master Pei is really not a person in my cultivation? Is there really no way for my monks to walk in this world......"

Unaware of this guy's psychological activities, Zhang Xiaoman walked straight into this dragon viewing platform.

At the end of the platform is a cliff with a pavilion on the inside of the cliff and a huge lotus pond around it.

There are dozens of beautiful lotus leaves lying on this lotus pond, and now it is the season of lotus flowers, pink petals open on the edge of the cliff, the blue sky in the background, unknown white birds spread their wings and fly by, and the clouds and mist are swirling, which adds a three-point fairy aura here.

Zhang Xiaoman walked towards the pavilion, where a man was sitting, with his back to the lotus pond and facing the cliff, as if he was enjoying the scenery below the cliff.

This person is the contemporary head of Longmian Mountain, Ye Cang.

"Pei Xiaoyou, come and sit here, Ye has been waiting for a long time." Ye Cang seemed to hear the movement behind him, and took the initiative to speak.

Zhang Xiaoman didn't expect that the other party was already in his 90s, but his senses were still so keen, so he walked over even faster pace.

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In the pavilion, Zhang Xiaoman and Ye Cang sat across the table, the two of them were facing the cliff, and what they held in their hands was the incomparably precious Yaolin fragrant tea, and what they saw in their eyes was the unparalleled beauty of the fairy mountain.

It's just a pity that this kind of elixir jade dew is in the hands of Zhang Xiaoman, a person who doesn't know how to taste tea at all, is really a bit ruined.

Ye Cang looked at the other party's appearance of drinking half a cup of tea in a big gulp, and couldn't help but jump in the corners of his eyes, he could now be sure that the other party must not be a cultivator like himself.

"Little friend, you see, this whole mountain is the most famous Wolong Mountain Range here, and the location of our Longmian Mountain is exactly where the dragon is headed."

Old Man Ye put down the teacup and lightly pointed to the rolling mountains below.

Zhang Xiaoman looked over, from this position, this mountain range is really like a lying dragon, and the Longmian Mountain where he is currently is is indeed like the dragon head of the entire dragon.

"In ancient times, the outside world had a legend about our Longmian Mountain, saying that on the dragon's head peak, in the dragon's mouth, there was a dragon ball breeding. When Dragon Ball encounters the five flavors of the world, it falls into the mortal, turning into an addictive illusion, like a dream and reality, and it is difficult to distinguish between reality and fiction. ”

Ye Cang said this, turned his head, looked at Zhang Xiaoman with blazing eyes, and continued: "This dragon ball was once sought after by cultivators and regarded as a treasure, but it was also infatuated by secular businessmen, and it was not reluctant...... It was only later that it was gradually forgotten due to the lack of records. Nowadays, there are even fewer people who know about it......"

When Zhang Xiaoman heard this, he already understood what the other party was talking about, and he couldn't help but be curious: "Mr. Ye, since you said that this dragon ball came from Longmian Mountain, then how did you get it?" ”

Hearing this, Ye Cang replied: "On the Dragon Head Peak, there is a cave with a dragon vein in it, and this dragon ball is produced from that dragon vein...... In today's terms, it's just a vein. It's just that this vein doesn't produce gold or silver, only this dragon sleep stone......"

When Zhang Xiaoman heard him say this, he also knew the origin of this dragon sleeping stone, which seemed to be a strange ore. But since it's an ore, there's a question that makes him even more confused.

"Mr. Ye, since this Dragon Sleep Stone is so magical, why haven't you mined and sold it? Or maybe the government didn't come to develop it? ”

Ye Cang shook his head and explained: "It's not that we don't want to develop, in fact, this kind of stone is too peculiar, its hardness is so high that it is almost impossible to mine, and the only few pieces we have are still naturally dropped on the dragon vein for some reason." ”

"And the government has been studying this kind of stone for a long time, and it has been studying for twenty years, but in the end, it has never yielded any results. The dragon sleeping stone is extremely hard, and there is currently no position to dissect and study it, only that it will volatilize under certain circumstances. However, this volatilization is accompanied by the illusion that it can be fake, which is one of the reasons why it is forbidden to be sold. ”

Old Man Ye explained so much at once, took another sip of tea, and moistened his throat slightly, then looked at Zhang Xiaoman, as if waiting for his next question.

Sure enough, when he heard what Ye Cang said about volatilization under specific conditions, Zhang Xiaoman quickly became interested, and even said the doubts in his heart: "Then Mr. Ye, what do you mean by this volatilization?" Could it be that it is what you just said, 'when you meet the five flavors of the world, you will fall into the ordinary'? What are these five flavors? ”

Ye Cang smiled and said with an embarrassed expression: "These five flavors, of course, refer to the five flavors of 'sour, bitter, sweet, pungent, and salty', or in other words, 'sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, salty'." ”

As he spoke, he reached out and carefully brought up a small purple wooden box from under the stone table, gently opened the lid, and slowly took out a purple incense burner inside, Zhang Xiaoman could see that his hands were trembling slightly, and he didn't know whether the incense burner was too heavy, or the old man was too nervous.

This road is the same furnace that Ye Cang used at the Great Cultivation Exchange Conference a few days ago.

"What is contained in this is the rumored treasure that was once called the Dragon Ball in Longmian Mountain-Longmian Stone." Ye Cang said.

Zhang Xiaoman's eyes froze when he heard this, and he couldn't help but feel a wave of anticipation in his heart.

He knew that the mystery of the Dragon Sleeping Stone was about to be revealed.