In the early morning of this day, the cool breeze blew and the showers stopped, Yan Kuan walked between the millions of mountains and saw a huge lake, there was an ancient monument in front of the lake, which was engraved with three words: Huaxian Pond.

Huaxian Pond is a legend that is said to be the birthplace of the Green Emperor. However, there are too many immortal pools in the land of the Qinling Mountains, and there are hundreds of immortal pools in the monument alone, and no one knows where the real place is, so they can only try their luck by chance.

The lake is very large, the smoke and water are misty, and I don't know how many thousands of hectares, and there is no end in sight. The surrounding trees are like trees, some of them higher than the mountains, the grass is flourishing, the elixir is fragrant, and it is full of life, and many old vines are frighteningly thick, winding from one mountain to another.

Yan Kuan glanced at the cracked stone tablet, it should be some years, it should be in 10,000 years, and the handwriting on it is like a knife.

For more than 30,000 years, people have seen a lot of immortal pools in the millions of miles of Qinling Mountains, some are as small as a well, and some are blue waves, and they don't know which one is true.

There are many legends in this immortal land, it is said that in ancient times, there were immortals who lifted the xia to ascend, and then there was the Emperor of the Beginning to obtain the immortal treasures in it, and there was also the birth of the Qing Emperor, which naturally attracted the attention of the people of the world.

The big lake in front of Yan Kuan contains a beautiful atmosphere, the lake and the sky are connected, the water mist is misty, the green lotus flashes in it, the emerald green is like a glow, and there are strange beasts in the water, the horns and scales are forested, and it looks like a fairy pure land.

He walked slowly around the lake, and after walking half a circle, he stopped, and saw several figures on the lakeside in front of him.

A young man who is slightly older than Xiao Tingting is dressed in white, with fine dust, black hair, skin like snow, eyes like black gems, red lips and white teeth, very handsome. However, Yan Kuan's eyes looked at him a little weirdly, after all, tomboy or something, it's rare.

This white-clothed girl was like a jade tree fairy, handsome and almost demonic, followed by two old men, dressed in gray, old and unbearable, hunched over, like two faithful old servants.

On the side of the girl was an old man supported by her, over half a hundred years old, with thinning hair, skinny, sickly, and a white beard. The key is to listen to their conversation, this old man is actually about to go into the water into the lake to find something.

The girl in white held the old man and said softly: "Master, your old man has explored many lakes, let me go into the water to find it this time!" ”

"Nope."

The sick old man stubbornly shook his head, insisting on going into the water by himself, and after a while, he jumped into the lake, and quickly flew out of the lake, without a trace of water on his body, and he must be extraordinary if he wants to cultivate.

"Senior, you're looking for the Immortal Pool."

Yan Kuan stepped forward and came to the old man's side, but his greeting attracted the girl's white eyes, and when he was about to speak, the sick old man glanced at him, and his face showed a little emotion.

The sick old man looked at Yan Kuan for a long time, and sighed: "What a young man, when I see you, I seem to see my former self." ”

Yan Kuan smiled and arched his hand, and said loudly: "Old man, meeting is fate, why don't I invite you to drink a pot of tea." ”

"Huh...... Fate, ah......"

The sick old man smiled and nodded, followed Yan Kuan to a place next to the lake, and saw Yan Kuan pointing to the earth, and earth and stones rose on the ground, and finally formed a small pavilion with stone tables and chairs.

The girl in white showed surprise on her face, and a pair of beautiful eyes looked at Yan Kuan again and again. She didn't expect that this little monk in front of her, who couldn't look at the Wheel Sea Realm, could have such magical powers.

The sick old man smiled and twisted the girl's face, "Haha...... Little guy, I asked you not to underestimate the people of the world, not to mention that this is in Qinlingli. ”

"Humph......"

The girl snorted dissatisfied, her face was off her master's palm, and she turned curiously to Yan Kuan is and asked, "What kind of cultivation are you!" ”

Yan Kuan took out a set of jade tea sets, and then filled them with divine spring water, slowly warming the water with divine power. When he heard the girl's question, he replied very seriously, "Me, the Lunhai Realm monk is also." ”

"Hahahaha......"

The sick old man laughed, and the girl's face could not be contained.

She stomped her foot in a hurry, "You, you man...... I'm seriously asking you questions. ”

"Okay, don't be so anxious, people didn't lie to you."

The sick old man smiled and stretched out his hand to pull the girl to sit down, and pointed to Yan Kuan again, "In today's era, if you are a young man who specializes in cultivating a single secret realm to reach the realm of Dacheng, I'm afraid it's the second one!" ”

"Who knows."

Yan Kuan shrugged and didn't care about the road.

The girl listened to their conversation on the side, and couldn't help but exclaim: "Single Cultivation Wheel Sea Secret Realm Dacheng, you are the Great Power of the Ancient Wheel Sea." ”

Yan Kuan smiled and put the tea leaves in the teapot of boiling water, "Little sister, do you think I look like an ancient person, I'm not a few years older than you!" ”

The little girl's face turned red all of a sudden, and after sitting down, she whispered: "Who knows how old you are, some old guys just like to pretend to be young." ”

"What a chance for a young man!"

The old man looked at the interaction between Yan Kuan and the girl, and the smile on his face did not decrease, but when he saw the tea leaves that Yan Kuan entered, his face was obviously a little solemn and surprised.

"If you don't have enlightenment tea, you can only get some home-fried things, I hope the seniors don't mind."

Yan Kuan said and raised the teapot and poured a cup for the sick old man in front of him, and then brought a cup to the girl in front of him, and then poured three cups and took a cup himself, and then made a gesture of please.

The sick old man commanded the two old servants behind him, "You guys are also lucky, come and try it!" ”

"This tea is so hot, ah, I feel so hot......"

The girl was anxious, and after drinking a sip of hot tea, she immediately felt that her qi and blood were churning and running very fast, and her little face was suddenly red and smoking, and streams of hot air were rising from the door of her head.

After tasting it carefully, the sick old man put down the teacup and sighed: "This kind of medicine king tea, although it is not as good as enlightenment tea, is also a rare immortal treasure in the world. ”

"Medicine King? You know where there is a medicine king. ”

When the girl heard the word Medicine King, her eyes lit up, and she looked at Yan Kuan with surprise.

"Don't be rude."

The sick old man touched the girl's head and pushed her back to her seat, and his gaze turned to Yan Kuan again, "Young man, if you can get such an immortal opportunity, you should cherish it, and it is best not to expose it."

Today's cup of tea from you is my master and apprentice owes a favor, if you have something to do in the future, you can go to Zhongzhou to find my apprentice......"

When the sick old man spoke, he looked at the girl with loving eyes, and his rough old palm gently caressed her green silk.

He was alone, only when he met this girl with the same physique as him when he was old, and his originally dry heart was also lit with hope for life.

He looked for the immortal pool to touch the immortal fate and see if he could live another life and accompany the child for a longer time. Now I have a good relationship with Yan Kuan, and it is also for the sake of my own future considerations.

The young man in front of him is the only Tianjiao he has seen in his life, almost comparable to himself back then, as long as he passes the Heavenly Pass, he will be able to enter the sainthood in the future, and he is even expected to enter the supreme realm.

Yan Kuan responded with a smile: "I wrote down what the old man said. If you have a chance in the future, maybe you will have to bother Sister Jiuyou. ”

When the girl in white Xia Jiuyou heard his words, she bowed her head dissatisfiedly and muttered, "Who is your little sister, God knows how old you are." ”

"Are the old-timers still going to look for the Immortal Pool?"

Yan Kuan had a hearty conversation with the sick old man for a while, and then asked about his next itinerary, he had been known for a long time.

"I'm going to stay in Qinling for a while longer, and I always have to go around and try my luck. Xiaoyou, who is also training in Qinling, is still preparing to go somewhere. ”

The sick old man was also curious to ask Yan Kuan, he had a very good impression of this young man, the key was that some things he felt in him were that even he couldn't help but be moved. His luck was not very good, and he was wondering if he could try his luck with others.

Yan Kuan sent out an invitation, "I'm going to go to Qinling Qinmen for a visit, and then look for Huaxian Pond, I don't know if the old-timers are interested in going together." ”

"Qinmen, I've heard of this place too."

When the sick old man heard Yan Kuan mention this place, his eyes couldn't help but change a little, and after a while, he responded: "Since Xiaoyou is invited, the old man just happens to be free, so let's go for a walk together!" ”

"Master, I'll go with you too!"

Xia Jiuyou, a girl in white, heard their conversation and wanted to go along, but this matter was politely rejected by the sick old man.

The sick old man comforted Xia Jiuyou, "That place in Qinmen is a little evil, your cultivation is too low, you should wait until later." ”

……

In a small village in the depths of the Qinling Mountains, there is a small sect in decline. There is no ancient city here that condenses the ancestral root dragon qi, only a few low mountains with no spiritual beauty and no beautiful scenery.

Qinmen, a small sect with a small scale, has a total of more than 100 people, with a total of four branches, east, west, north and south, which is the so-called outer gate. The main gate is located in the center of this mountainous area, and it is only twenty or thirty miles away from the east, west, north and south branches, which is very close.

This area, scattered with some mountain villages, are some ordinary people, and Qinmen is the neighbor, some naughty children often run to the low mountains to play, and no one interferes.

This declining small sect with only more than 100 people really doesn't have any strict rules, it looks very loose, and it doesn't look like a hidden secret sect at all.

Moreover, the Qinmen seems to be in ordinary decline, but it has a history of thousands of years, and compared to the mortal world, I don't know how many dynasties have changed.

The main peak of Qinmen, but more than 1,000 meters high, two or three hundred meters higher than the surrounding low mountains, there is no majestic momentum, there is no beautiful beauty, it looks very ordinary and ordinary, but there is a taste of returning to the basics.

If the world's top powerhouses come here, they will be surprised and have the intention of exploring. The powerful man who crosses the Beidou is just an old man guarding the door here, which makes people have to suspect that there is a big secret here.

The west vein of Qinmen, three low mountains, five elders, fourteen disciples, and hundreds of chickens, ducks and geese and other poultry. This outer gate obviously has a great master of the Sendai realm, but it raises hundreds of poultry, like the secular world.

When Yan Kuan and the sick old man came here, they caught up with the western vein of Qinmen to open the mountain to collect disciples, and just in time for the opportunity, they also came.

Yan Kuan and the sick old man were beside him, and there were a few snot babies, all of whom were children in the villages under the mountain, and they ran to the mountains to play when they had nothing to do, and now they are going to become disciples of Qinmen. It seems that the disciples of Qinmen are all based on local materials, all of them are nearby babies, and there is nothing to say about picking roots.