After all, the things of the mortal world belong to the mortal world, and Zhao Gang left it behind after a headache.

He Leng carried out his evening homework as usual - meditating and meditating, while continuing to communicate with the aura of heaven and earth, while turning the aura accumulated in the dantian into yuan power.

Nothing was said all night.

An ordinary carriage is driving on the official road!

This place is still in the mortal world, Zhao Gang is not willing to be too public, the grandfather and grandson hired an ordinary spirit carriage to travel, according to legend, this spirit horse is the product of the combination of the heavenly horse and the jade horse, between the monster and the beast, the identity is quite embarrassing, but thanks to the blessing of their ancestors, so that they are born with a small part of the aura of heaven and earth, the talent is inherited, so that they are born good at traveling, because of the good foot strength, it was domesticated by people to use to travel and pull goods and the like.

The horse is quite psychic, has an excellent memory, and after domestication, it does not need to be driven by a coachman, as long as it travels the road, it can take guests to its destination alone, and then hand over to the horse and cart dealer in the area.

The sound of horses' hooves outside, the grandfather and grandson in the car were drowsy and contented......

It has been more than half a month since he left the coast, and the grandfather and grandson have also been on the road for more than half a month, during which the cars and people are quite lively, but they have not met the shadow of half a monk.

On this day, I came to Dawan City, which is the largest city in Tianyuan Kingdom except for the imperial capital, and it is also the most lively city, with all the three religions and nine streams in the city.

In the inn, Zhao Gang's grandfather and grandson had lunch leisurely.

Glancing at He Leng, who was pulling the food with no match, Zhao Gang knew why, but he didn't say anything, and enjoyed the food with great interest.

After lunch, they came to a remote corner of the city, where a dilapidated temple stood and was sparsely populated, looking desolate and desolate.

The environment was weird, and He Liangliang suddenly lifted his spirits.

"Grandpa, are there monsters here? We're here to subdue demons and eliminate demons!"

"You kid have read too many wild books, haven't you? I tell you that you have nothing to do, and like to read those rural histories like chatting about strange things!" Zhao Gang patted his little head in front of him angrily.

"Squeak"!

The heavy stone gate opened without wind before and after the grandfather and grandson came, and Zhao Gang walked in with He Leng swaggering.

The interior space of the temple is quite large, there is nothing in it except for some mountain gods and ghosts embedded in the surrounding walls, Zhao Gang came to the center of the temple with a curious look on the face, where the ground is painted with some very strange lines, symbols, and numbers, forming a huge circle.

In the center of the circle is an altar, a small hollow hole on the altar, and a shiny round stone appears in Zhao Gang's hand, with liquid flowing in it, like a cup full of water.

He Leng finally remembered his grandfather's irrigation teaching method these days, looked back and forth between the round stone and the altar, and exclaimed curiously: "Spirit stone?

As soon as the words fell, Zhao Gang had already embedded the spirit stone into the small hole on the altar, and with the insertion of the spirit stone, the surrounding symbolic lines seemed to come to life, turning from static to three-dimensional and floating in the air, with the altar as the center, slowly rotating along the circle.

Zhao Gang grabbed He Leng, who was screaming, and stepped onto the altar in one step.

The symbols in the circle turned faster and faster, bringing up a gust of wind, as their rotation speed reached the extreme, the space in the circle gradually collapsed, the air seemed to become a tangible thing, like ice cubes continue to condense and fall, the altar was flooded with dazzling golden light, the light became stronger and stronger, and the moment the strong light completely annihilated the altar, it seemed to have consumed all the power, and instantly returned to the original point.

The symbols no longer rotate, the altar no longer shines, the space no longer collapses, and it seems as if nothing has happened. Except for the dust and leaves flying in the wind around them, except for a pair of grandchildren who disappeared in the altar.

Wilderness.

A golden light suddenly appeared, and as the golden light slowly faded, Zhao Gang and He Leng showed their figures.

He Leng looked surprised and kept looking around!

"Let's go, this place is out of the mortal realm. Haven't you always been curious about the cultivation world, and everyone here is a monk. ”

Zhao Gang closed his eyes and took a deep breath of familiar air, pulled He Leng with one hand, and stepped on this long-lost land with his feet.

Not long after the two of them walked, He Leng suddenly raised his hand and pointed, "Grandpa, look, someone is flying!"

Zhao Gang looked up and saw a man and a woman in the sky, stepping on two flying swords, whistling past their heads.

"Don't be troubled. You have to remember that in the spiritual world, shouting at other monks in vain can lead to death at any time. It's good that grandpa is by your side, but if you are alone, with your humble skills, anyone here can fish you. Zhao Gang gave a stern explanation.

"Got it, grandpa!"

He Leng bowed down to be taught, and after walking for a while, his big eyes rolled, and he grabbed Zhao Gang's sleeve and coquettishly: "By the way, grandpa! Look at the pair of men and women rushing just now, obviously something happened in front of us, let's go and see if it's lively, okay?"

Zhao Gang couldn't cry or laugh suddenly, this kid, just told him not to cause trouble, and he forgot all about it in a blink of an eye, so let's take him to see the cruelty of the cultivation world, and only know the proportions when he does things in the future.

Thinking about it, he stretched out his hand, and a quaint flying sword shot into the sky, the sword body floated in the air with a halo of light, and the sword turned over in the air, first turned around quickly, and then happily circled around the grandfather and grandson, and finally stopped in front of the two, and the halo on the sword body was endless.

Zhao Gang stretched out his hand and gently stroked the sword that looked cheerful, and whispered in his mouth: "Old man, in the future, the two of us will fight side by side in this troubled world!"

He Leng, who was looking at the sword intently, jumped up with his hand.

The sword was psychic, and at the moment when the two of them just left the ground, the sword soared, and when the soles of the feet of the grandfather and grandson touched the body of the sword, the sword had turned into two feet long and three feet wide. Zhao Gang carefully protected He Leng, his heart and sword were connected, and his heart moved, and the sword turned around, and chased towards the direction where the man and woman had left just now.

"Yo ho!"

He Leng was protected by Zhao Gang and stood on the flying sword, looking at the scene of the rapid retreat under his feet, and kept screaming.

Longmen Town!

A small town in the cultivation world, if you want to enter this town, you must enter through a dragon's mouth-shaped portal, hence the name Longmen Town.

The town is located in a remote area, and it is a place for some low-level monks to exchange and resell magic weapons.

The grandfather and grandson passed through this place, and it was dark, according to Zhao Gang's memory, there was only such a place to settle within a million miles of the wasteland, and the two came to the ground and walked into the dragon's mouth.

It's dark outside, but inside the town is brightly lit and crowded!

There are monks selling ritual utensils in stalls everywhere, and some of the storefronts are as chaotic as a vegetable market.

"This is the so-called cultivation world, it's similar to the common people!" He Leng frowned and walked around, with a look of great disappointment.