It is bordered by the reef in the east and Zhuting Mountain.

Rongjia Villa.

Qinghe County is one of the best families, with a prominent reputation and a great name, and it oppresses Zhou County, although it lacks some heritage compared to the Murong family, but there is an ancestor 'Guizang' Rong Xing'an sitting in the town, which is enough to stand on a hundred years and have a solid foundation.

"The Rong family is indeed profound!" Situ Yi passed by the city, looking at the bustling heat flow and the caravans shuttling back and forth, prosperous and prosperous, and said to himself.

The middle door of the Rongjia Villa was opened, welcoming the youngest ground-level grandmaster in the history of Qinghe County, and the head of the Rong family personally greeted and introduced the villa.

The pavilion courtyard, the long corridor and the pavilion, the carved beams and painted buildings, the white jade railings, the small bridges and streams, the flowers are clustered, the air is fluttering with a faint fragrance, the breath is quiet, and it makes people intoxicated.

"Is he Situ Yi?"

"The legendary 'King of Guns'. ”

"The youngest prefecture-level person in the history of Qinghe County......"

"It's terrible! ...... so young."

Everywhere, there was a whispering of discussion, and one by one his head poked out, looking this way, to see clearly what Situ Yi, the 'gun king' that resounded in Qinghe County, looked like?

Walking through the pavilions and halls, until he walked to the quiet courtyard, the head of the Rong family apologized and said: "Inside is the quiet place of the old man, I don't like to be disturbed, I can only send you here." ”

Situ Yi hurriedly thanked him and left.

Ordinary wooden doors, the surface is a little mottled, rust grows, there is moss on the ground, and the years are not short. Gently pushing it away, Situ Yi walked in lightly.

Suddenly open up in front of you, a quiet lake, as still as water, the lake surface is dotted with light, like a mirror. The lake is large and connects to the mountains in the distance. The green mountains and clear water, the lakes and mountains, the sun shines, and a thin mist floats up, just like a fairyland on earth, and it is beautiful.

By the lake, a stone bench, a fishing rod, gray hair floating at will, cloth clothes, as if with heaven and earth, the lake, the distant mountains into one, endless harmony, no disobedience.

Situ Yi's footsteps paused, and his deep eyes looked at this scene, and his eyes were even deeper.

"Man and heaven are one, integrated into one, can be 'heaven and man'. ”

This is a kind of realm, with the fusion of heaven and earth, into a grain of sand in heaven and earth, drifting with the wind, unrestrained, or turning into a bird, jumping for nine days, soaring into the sky, or turning into a swimming fish, swimming in the ocean, and descending into a deep ditch.

A sign of detachment from oneself, transcendence, evolution to a higher level. It seems to have broken away from mortals, standing above the nine heavens, looking down on the heavens and the earth, and looking down on the world, however, this road of detachment is not easy to walk, and how many people have taken this step throughout the ages?

Situ Yi stood quietly in the distance, undisturbed, the world was silent, the mountains and rivers were colorful, the lake was reflected, and an ethereal feeling rose in his heart, which benefited a lot.

It didn't take long, the air moved, the heavens and the earth moved, the lake fluctuated, the mountain shadow was blurred, a figure broke the peace, and Rong Xingan beckoned him to pass.

Not far away, a thatched house, stone tables and stone benches, extremely simple. If it spreads, it will be hard for anyone to believe that this will be the residence of a generation of peerless great masters.

"It's a simple place, just a pot of tea, and you don't want to laugh at it. The guest and host sat down, divided a teacup and put it in front of him, poured it full of tea, and said in Rongxingan.

"The red world, too much trouble, the old man's mood is empty, and the courtyard is deep, this is really detachment. "Pick up the teacup, the tea is green, steaming, fragrant, Situ Yidao.

"Everything is like smoke, and everything that passes is not long. Rong Xing'an's eyes were deep, and he said: "The world is prosperous, everyone goes to it, but how many people can see through the true meaning?"

sighed lightly, not only for himself, but also for his clansmen. Behind the seemingly prosperity, there are great hardships hidden that are most easily overlooked.

Situ Yi didn't answer, tasted the tea, took a sip, the fragrance flowed between his lips and teeth, his heart was calm and empty, and he couldn't help but praise: "Good tea." ”

Hearing the admiration, a slight smile appeared on Rong Xing'an's face: "This tea is picked from the young shoots on the thousand-year-old mother tree, and the brewing water is the clear spring water of the mountain stream, which is rumored to be the water of thousands of years." ”

"Old man, this is the life of a fairy, which is enviable. "Drink tea and drink a pot of tea.

"Little friend, it's only been two days, why did you come this time?" Rong Xing'an asked.

It can't come for no reason, everyone knows it.

"This time, I came to ask for something, I don't know if the old man can cut his love. After speaking, Situ Yi looked over, but saw that Rong Xing'an's smile was restricted, his face was calm, and the cunning old fox did not say anything.

However, Situ Yi didn't care, took off the package, put it on the stone table, and as soon as he opened it, a red light was like a thin red sun, straight to Xiaohan.

Steady as Mount Tai, Rong Xing'an, who was motionless, suddenly raised his head, and then looked at Situ Yi.

"It's ...... Iron Roots?" Rong Xing'an's eyes flashed with a hint of essence, and he looked straight over.

It is not rare, but it is quite rare for more than 100 years, it replenishes qi and invigorates blood, restores vitality, replenishes blood qi, and is definitely the supreme blood and qi treasure medicine, which is sought after, especially for people who are old and decrepit, and the effect is better.

It is difficult for a hundred-year-old iron root to appear in Qinghe County within ten years, but the red light in front of him is connected, there are as many as eighteen, and each year is sufficient, and the blood is vigorous, so Rong Xing'an can't help but be surprised.

Rong Xing'an has been famous for a long time, and he has been a great grandmaster for decades, and he has entered a period of weakness, his blood and qi have collapsed, his body has declined, and he has entered his twilight years. Unless he is otherworldly and goes further, the lifespan of the peerless great master will be close to a hundred years old. Situ Bing, the third ancestor of the Situ family, hesitated and could not cross, and died at the age of eighty. In fact, among the great masters, he can be regarded as a long-lived one.

Although Rong Xing'an snooped on the way of heaven, if he wanted to go further, it was a thin line, and he might be cut off for life. He is nearly seventy years old, and he has not many years to live, and he seems to be imposing like a rainbow and terrifying, but the blood qi in his body has begun to dry up, and he cannot make blood to replenish his vitality. The faster the blood depletes, the closer he gets to the day of his fall.

If you can restore your vitality and replenish your blood qi, your lifespan will be extended as much as possible, and the longer you live, the more mysterious and profound your understanding of the Heavenly Dao will be, and you will be more likely to be close to success.

Besides, the Rong family has no flag master except him, although there is a hidden prefecture level, there is more than one person, but it is just an ordinary ordinary prefecture level, as long as the 'Tibet' Rong Xing'an banner falls, the Rong family will decline, or be swallowed up by other forces, no top powerhouse stationed, no matter how prosperous the family is, I am afraid that it is just a piece of fat in the mouth of others.

Situ Yi sat calmly, did not speak, looked at Rong Xing'an's face moved slightly, was silent for a long time, sighed, sat down again, raised his head to meet his gaze, and said, "Xiaoyou, you came prepared, so I have to endure the pain of love." ”

"It's just a win-win situation, senior, have you decided?" Situ Yi said.

"I know what you want. I'm an old man, I need to be suppressed by blood, and I don't know your role, but it doesn't matter, I can't refuse your deal, leave these iron roots, and take the silver dragon turtle Neidan. ”