The mist rises to the sky, and the immortal tree bears spiritual fruit.

The 100,000-mile misty forest, like a sea of white clouds, is boundless, magnificent and majestic. In the past few days, there has been a lot of uproar, and in the central area, the towering ancient trees that are as white as jade have changed again.

In the mist, the branches of the fairy tree showed jade branches, crystal clear, and the green leaves were wide and covered the sky and the sun, and they had stretched into the clouds and mist. Looming, under the shade of those branches and green leaves, fruits have grown.

It was a red fruit, and the white mist shimmered blood-red, like red lanterns hanging high on the branches, which attracted the attention of the eyeballs, and they were all talking about.

Whether it is the Eastern Wilderness True Domain, or the Eastern Wilderness Mortal Domain, or the Southern Wilderness, the Northern Cold, and the Western Desert and Zhongzhou, there are monks who set off and rushed, and the whole world was shocked and shaken.

A few months ago, from the sound of swords in the center of the forest to the growth of an immortal tree, Misty City has been overcrowded for a month, whether it is an inn or a restaurant in the city, it has already been full of people.

Outside the city, it was also bustling, with cloud boats docking in the clouds, reaching hundreds, and farther closer to the misty forest, where monks spread out their divine senses to probe on the periphery.

In the past few days, the rainbow inside and outside the city has been continuous, and the monks have come in and out, which is destined to be a major event, and it will definitely set off a storm and go down in the history of the Eastern Wilderness.

Yuan Fan and Chen Ling came to a tavern and found a window position, wanting to inquire about the recent events.

Among them, the two of them were particularly concerned about the news of the Immortal Holy Land.

The nine volumes of the Origin Sutra come from the sacred land of the immortals, and legend has it that it was written by an "immortal" who had descended into the mortal world.

It was previously reported that this holy place had been looking for the most important first volume, and both of them were worried about this change in the Misty Forest, and the Immortal Holy Land would take the opportunity to find out some news.

"Two guest officers, I don't know what good wine to drink, our store has Lingtao wine, 100-year-old Ganoderma lucidum liquid, Lingchashan water wine......"

Yuan Fan and Chen Linggang sat down, and were about to talk in a low voice when a familiar voice sounded.

"Hey, it's you!"

Yuan Fan turned his head to look at it, slightly stunned, the person in front of him was the little second person he met in the small restaurant when he first came to Misty City.

"Oh, two guest officers, we are really destined, the huge Misty City, people come and go, how do I feel smaller." Xiao Er didn't expect to meet Yuan Fan and Chen Ling here, so he suddenly laughed and said.

"You're the boss?" Chen Ling looked at Xiao Er and asked with a smile.

Shibei three days, impressive. Today's Xiao Er is different from the past, he is dressed very luxuriously, brocade cloth shirt, and a piece of spiritual jade around his waist, there is a spiritual light flashing in the jade, at first glance it is not ordinary, and the value is precious.

Chen Ling is beautiful and dusty, Miaoman's posture is hot, his eyes are as clear as water, and his slender jade arms are unforgettable at a glance.

Xiao Er was a little embarrassed by her, and said with a smile: "Isn't it that there have been more monks coming and going in Misty City recently, so I took out all my savings and thought about opening such a tavern, but I didn't expect it, the business was really hot, and I made a lot of money." ”

When it comes to his business, Xiao Er is proud, very confident and satisfied. He asked Yuan Fan and Chen Ling what kind of wine they needed to drink, and also asked Yuan Fan in a low voice if he was interested in doing business together.

Yuan Fan shook his head and refused: "Xiao Er's kindness is understood, let's just drink some spiritual peach wine, it's really not appropriate to do business." ”

Xiao Er nodded, smiled honestly, very enthusiastic, he repeatedly praised Chen Ling for looking like a fairy, saying that Yuan Fan was blessed. The three of them chatted about family life, and after a while, Yuan Fan gave the wine money, and Xiao Er, as always, happily put it away and left.

"Fan, this little two is really interesting, he is the boss himself, and he greets the guests personally."

Yuan Fan nodded slightly, with a look of longing on his face. Said: "Yes, seeing that there is no divine power fluctuation in his body, and he has not set foot on cultivation, maybe we will settle down and live like this." ”

"This kind of life must be very boring, but Xiao Er has a good life, with a warm smile on his face, and he seems to never be troubled." Chen Ling responded with a sigh. For the ordinary life that Yuan Fan said, she would not count on it. I know that if I embark on the path of cultivation, I will not always be ordinary.

Xiao Er's hands and feet were very fast, and after a while, he brought a few bottles of good wine. gave Yuan Fan two bottles to this table, and three bottles to the adjacent table, and then he continued to leave with a warm smile.

Ordinary life, so ordinary, busy, smiling is a lifetime!

Xiao Er's tavern is not too big, with two floors. The seven or eight wooden tables on the second floor were all full of people, and they were lively and lively.

Yuan Fan found that there was a faint aura that was very vast, it was an old man sitting in the corner, ragged, lonely, and there was a bundle of firewood behind him, which was chopped very neatly.

"Fan, that old man, I feel a little weird." Chen Ling is an observant woman who also finds the old man unusual.

"Well, although that person's aura is restrained and tried his best to control it, there is still a trace of divine power fluctuation overflowing, like a dark pool, bottomless, it should be an extraordinary powerhouse." Yuan Fan took a glass of wine and drank it, and said in a low voice.

The recent Misty City has not been very quiet, and there are many strong people coming and going. He just thought that the old man was a little strange, and he didn't have much in-depth divine sense probing.

In the course of practice, if you wantonly use your divine sense to probe others, this is an extremely disrespectful behavior, and if you don't get it right, it will invite disaster.

Yuan Fan and Chen Ling didn't want to make a fuss about nothing, so they didn't pay too much attention, but became interested in the topic of conversation between the three people at the next table.

"Have you heard, there is a great power in the Immortal Holy Land that has come to the Misty City, and it is for the spirit fruit of that immortal tree."

The person who spoke was twenty-seven or eighteen, wearing a green shirt and cloth robe, and his voice was very low when he talked about the Immortal Holy Land, as if he did not want to alarm the surrounding monks. If Yuan Fan and Chen Ling hadn't reached the Inner Dan Realm and their spiritual senses weren't sharp, they wouldn't have been able to hear anything at all.

"Recently, many people have been talking about that fairy tree, and for a month, several great powers have been hovering on the edge and dare not enter without permission."

"Isn't it, the whole world has been alarmed, and the major immortal cultivation forces have also entered the misty forest, not only that, but many monks are also ready to move, all of them want to obtain that kind of spiritual fruit."

"I heard that a fat Taoist priest got one, but I don't know if the news is true or not."

"You're talking about that shameless fat Taoist, he didn't get it at all. It is reported that he was hunted down by a blessed power in the Misty Forest for three days and three nights. ”

"Hahaha, I saw him once, walking in the rainbow, in the mist underwear tattered, with a blue nose and swollen face......"

Hearing this, Yuan Fan and Chen Ling glanced at each other and were silent for a long time.

Hearing that the Immortal Holy Land was not looking for the Origin Sutra, the two of them were relieved. I also recalled the fat Taoist priest at the auction half a month ago, who brought the emperor's soldiers to change the map, and was the most shameless wonder in the world.

"Fan, that fat Taoist priest has a map, and he didn't die when he was hunted down like this, it's really fateful." Chen Ling couldn't help but whisper.

"He can get the imperial soldier, the opportunity is extraordinary, and he must also have a supreme magic weapon on his body, how can it be so easy for others to kill him." Yuan Fan responded in a low voice. I think that the fat man exchanged the imperial soldiers for the map, this matter, no matter how you look at it, is a little abnormal.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, an explosion sounded like thunder, earth-shattering, coming from the direction of the Misty Forest, shaking the entire Misty City.

"What's going on, has someone entered the center of the Misty Forest!"

"Could it be that someone is snatching the spirit fruit!"

"Let's go, let's take a look."

There was a riot in the tavern, and there were many discussions, and soon the building was empty, leaving only Yuan Fan and Chen Ling.

"The old man chopping wood is gone!" Yuan Fan turned his head to look at the wooden table in the corner, his face was shocked, and the old man chopping wood disappeared silently.

"Fan, look at this desktop!" Chen Ling exclaimed from the side.

On the desktop in front of the two of them, a line of fonts also appeared silently, written in wine, vigorous and powerful, containing a Taoist atmosphere.

"The Five Elements Chess Game, I chose to live endlessly, I can't get old, I can't ...... it."

"This is ......" Seeing this line of font, Yuan Fan's pupils dilated, and he felt incredible, and his heart was greatly shaken.

"These are the words left by the old man just now, how could he know the Five Elements Chess Game, could it be that the grass hut is where he used to live?"

It happened suddenly, and the two looked at each other and didn't say a word for a long time.

The old man who chopped wood was not good-looking, his clothes were ragged, and his divine power breath was as deep as the sea, and he was a transcendent powerhouse. If the thatched hut is where the old man used to live, then is the "Sword Sutra" created by him? It's hard to believe.

The supreme immortal scripture is rare in the world, and there are only a handful of the entire Eastern Wilderness. What kind of existence is a monk who can create the Immortal Sutra? Neither was sure if it was the old man's creation.

Chen Ling asked, "Fan, we took the Sword Sutra, why didn't the old man ask us for it?" ”

Yuan Fan shook his head, thoughtful, his face gradually became solemn, and said, "Maybe that old man didn't find the Sword Sutra in the chessboard at all." I guess that this sword scripture has always been stored in the grass hut, and the old man who chops wood is just a passer-by, just like us! ”

"Passers-by?" Chen Ling was very puzzled and thought of a possibility.

The five-element chessboard was not left by the old man, and the thatched hut was not the old man's residence in the past.

"Could it be that the thatched hut is inhabited by the Sword Emperor in the center of the Misty Forest?"

Yuan Fan shook his head and said, "I'm not sure, the Sword Emperor is unparalleled in the world, appearing in ancient times, and no one can trace their history." The thatched hut can't exist for that long, isn't it corrupted? ”

No one knows how long the grass hut has existed, what happened is very weird, the misty forest is mysterious, and the two plan to go to the grass hut again to find out.

Soon, Yuan Fan and Chen Ling left.

After the two left, the font left on the table loomed, reflecting the purple light of the sun, and then disappeared.

The loud noise made many monks feel uneasy, and a strong man rode the Divine Rainbow into the misty forest.

The sea of people is vast, and the clouds cover the sky.

Outside the edge of the Misty Forest, there was an old man in rags carrying a bundle of firewood on his back. He walked forward step by step, unhurried, very lonely. No one knew his name, nor where he came from or where he was going.

When some monks saw him, they greeted him and ignored him for directions, and his aura was sometimes vast, sometimes ordinary as a mortal. When a child or an elderly person who has not yet entered the spiritual process meets him, frolicks with him, talks to him, and ignores him.

Lonely and lonely, he didn't know where his home was, sometimes he talked nonsense, sometimes he smirked, and someone gave him a nickname - the old madman who chopped wood.