Changhong, who came from a distance, was a middle-aged monk, and his expression obviously didn't look very happy at the moment.

Thinking of his experience in the past three years, the middle-aged man was annoyed, three years ago, he noticed that someone had lit the incense medicine he had sent when he was still condensing, and he remembered a human affection in the mundane back then.

Only then did he fly out to find it, originally according to his plan, he would come back soon, but he didn't think about it, just looking for the fragrance to pass, and before he could go far, the breath disappeared in an instant, and the connection was broken. If it was just once, in the past three years, the breath has appeared more than ten times.

made him return in vain every time, and many times he was interrupted while searching, and he went back and forth like this, tossing for three years......

At this moment, he saw Mao'er Mountain from afar, and saw Bai Xiaochun on the top of the mountain, he was not angry, he flew out in an instant, and stood directly on the top of the mountain, with a wave of his big hand, the little incense left was directly extinguished.

The thunder disappeared in an instant, Bai Xiaochun was stunned for a moment, looked up, and saw a middle-aged man beside him.

"Immortals?" Bai Xiaochun opened his mouth cautiously, a little unsure, and secretly picked up an axe behind his back.

Seeing this scene, Yu Xing couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth, which was quite funny.

"Li Qinghou in this seat, are you a descendant of the Bai family?" The middle-aged monk's eyes were like electricity, ignoring the axe behind Bai Xiaochun, he looked at Bai Xiaochun, and felt that the man in front of him was clear-eyed, vaguely similar to the old man back then, and his qualifications were also good, and the annoyance in his heart couldn't help but ease a little.

"The younger generation is the descendant of the Bai family, Bai Xiaochun." Bai Xiaochun blinked and whispered, although he was a little afraid in his heart, he still straightened his waist.

"I ask you, why did you light a stick of incense for three years!" The middle-aged monk opened his mouth lightly and asked the question he wanted to know the most in the past three years.

When Bai Xiaochun heard this question, his brain spun rapidly, and then his face showed melancholy, looking at the village below the mountain.

"The younger generation is a person who values love and righteousness, and he is reluctant to let those villagers go, every time I light incense, they are not willing to let me go, and now they are still sad because of my departure."

The middle-aged monk was stunned for a moment, this reason was something he hadn't expected before, and the annoyance in his eyes was a little less, just from the words, this son's nature was still good.

But when his eyes fell on the village below the mountain, his divine sense swept over, and when he heard the gongs and drums in the village and the words of cheering for the weasel to leave, his face immediately turned ugly, and he had a headache.

"Tell the truth!" The middle-aged monk glared, his voice was like thunder, and Bai Xiaochun trembled with fright.

"Don't blame me, what kind of broken incense are you, every time you light it, it will thunder, and it almost killed me several times, I have escaped thirteen times, it is not easy." Bai Xiaochun said pitifully.

The middle-aged monk looked at Bai Xiaochun and was speechless for a while.

"Since you are so scared, why do you force yourself to light incense more than ten times?" The middle-aged monk spoke slowly.

"I'm afraid of death, isn't cultivating immortals immortal, I want to live forever." Bai Xiaochun said aggrievedly.

The middle-aged monk was speechless again, but he felt that this son was finally obsessed with commendable, and he threw it into the sect to temper it, or he could change his temperament a thing or two.

So after a little thought, the big sleeves flicked up and turned Bai Xiaochun into a long rainbow, and he was ready to leave.

"Li Daoyou, please stay."

At this moment, a floating and ethereal voice slowly sounded, making the middle-aged man stunned suddenly, he didn't even notice that someone was by his side, under his gaze, the remnant of a white Taoist robe, slowly stepped into the void.

The middle-aged man gasped, he subconsciously scanned it with his divine sense, and found that he couldn't see the other party's cultivation at all.

"This ...... What does this senior command? ”

"Daoist friends are polite, poor Dao is from overseas, and I am not familiar with this place, can I go to your sect as a guest or two?"

Yu Xing asked with a smile, his tone gentle.

But the middle-aged monk was relieved, it seemed that the other party had no malicious intent, in the face of the other party's question, the corners of his mouth twitched, did he dare to refuse?

"It is an honor for the seniors to be willing to go to the Lingxi Sect as a guest, seniors, please."

Yu Xing nodded, and the two turned into flying rainbows and left together, but he deliberately maintained his speed, and asked a lot of news about this place by the way.

As for that Bai Xiaochun, it surprised him a little, how could this kid be so afraid of death?

Because of the existence of the remaining sentence, the middle-aged monk did not dare to delay, so he flew with all his strength all the way. It made Bai Xiaochun startled.

Lingxi Sect, located in Donglinzhou, belongs to the downstream branch of the Tongtian River, based on the north and south banks of the Tongtian River, has a history of 10,000 years, shocking the Quartet.

Eight cloud-shrouded earth-shattering peaks are across the Tongtian River, of which there are four peaks on the north bank, three on the south bank, and as for the Tongtian River in the middle, there is one of the most majestic peaks.

The mountain is covered with snow from the middle of the mountain, and you can't see the end clearly, only the lower half of the mountain has been hollowed out, making the golden river rush through like a mountain bridge.

At this moment, outside the south bank of the Lingxi Sect, a Changhong galloped over, and the middle-aged monk Li Qinghou took Bai Xiaochun and submerged into the miscellaneous area under the third peak, and the screams of Bai Xiaochun in Changhong could be faintly heard.

Bai Xiaochun felt that he was going to be scared to death, and all the way he flew, he saw countless mountains, and several times he felt that he couldn't catch the other party's thighs.

After arriving at the Lingxi Sect, Bai Xiaochun was thrown into the miscellaneous office.

And Yu Xing was invited to the main hall, although he was polite, but he scared the upper and lower echelons of the Lingxi Sect half to death, because he couldn't see through it, he couldn't see through Yu Xing's cultivation at all.

So in the end, after the sect master personally invited Yu Xing to the palace, after chatting freely, he arranged an extremely luxurious cave for Yu Xing.

And gave the elder order of the rest of the punishment, saying that with this order, the sect can swim freely.

To put it bluntly, he just wants to pay the remaining sentence.

And Yu Xing's attention is on Bai Xiaochun, this little guy is very interesting, he has also figured out the laws of the system, maybe Bai Xiaochun is the son of luck?

At this moment, it was dusk, Bai Xiaochun was in the grass house, took a closer look at the turtle-shaped pot, and found that the back of the pot had dozens of stripes, but it was dim, if you didn't look closely, it would be difficult to find.

He immediately thought that this pot was extraordinary, and carefully placed it on the stove, and then looked at the house where he lived, this house was very simple, a small bed, a table and chairs, and a bronze mirror hung on the wall for daily needs.

(End of chapter)