They traveled for several days until they finally came to the foot of a mountain. Seeing that they were about to embark on a smooth road, a group of men who looked like rural villagers suddenly appeared and blocked their way. Taihao's heart tightened, and secretly screamed that it was not good, thinking that he had encountered the robbers again, and immediately geared up and prepared to fight with them.

At this moment, a man who seemed to be the leader shouted, "May I ask who is Mr. Yanfang?" ”

Taihao and Mr. Yan Fang glanced at each other, both a little stunned. Mr. Yan Fang cleared his throat and replied slowly: "Old decay, dare to ask what is the foot?" ”

When the leading man heard this, he immediately turned over and dismounted, and said respectfully: "Mr. Yanfang, we are disciples of Wuwei Heavenly Master, and we are waiting for Mr. here by the order of Wuwei Heavenly Master. ”

Hearing this, Mr. Yan Fang suddenly realized that he had not met a robber, but a disciple of Wuwei Heavenly Master. He also breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and secretly said that he was lucky. At this time, the leading man said again: "My Heavenly Master said that he has been waiting for Mr. here for a long time, please come with us to meet him." Mr. Yan Fang nodded, and then beckoned Tai Hao, Prince Xuanbao and the others, ready to go with these disciples of the Wuwei Heavenly Master.

They passed through a dense wood, and after a winding mountain road, they finally came to a huge cave. The stone wall of the cave is engraved with several big characters: "Wuwei Cave Heaven", which is the dojo of Wuwei Heavenly Master. Mr. Yan Fang followed the disciples of Wuwei Heavenly Master into the cave, only to see that the cave was brightly lit, and it was a quiet and solemn scene. In the depths of the cave, Wuwei Heavenly Master was sitting cross-legged on a huge stone bed, surrounded by numerous disciples.

Mr. Yan Fang stepped forward to meet the Wuwei Heavenly Master, and Taihao and Xuanbao also saluted. Wuwei Heavenly Master smiled and nodded, and said, "It's not easy to meet Mr. Yanfang today, what a blessing!" ”

Mr. Yan Fang hurriedly said: "The Heavenly Master is serious, and the old man is ashamed. Under the leadership of Wuwei Heavenly Master, their team came to the banquet hall in the cave, where a sumptuous meal of wine and food had been arranged. Wuwei Heavenly Master warmly beckoned them to sit down, and everyone pushed their cups and changed their lamps and began to talk freely.

It turned out that it was no accident that Wuwei Heavenly Master was waiting for Mr. Yanfang here. He calculated through mysterious numbers that Mr. Nobukata would soon come to this paradise by the order of today's son. And here, it is not Wuquan Mountain in Jinlan City, nor is it on the bank of Lingxi, but Liupan Mountain in the territory of Yuanchuan City.

Liupan Mountain, named after its steep mountains and long mountain roads, has been a quiet place since ancient times, with few people. The landscapes, plants and trees here all have an extraordinary aura, as if they have been endowed with charm by the years. The place chosen by the Wuwei Heavenly Master is indeed not an ordinary place.

At this moment, this quiet place has become a stage for the confrontation between the two. The seemingly ordinary Liupan Mountain, but because of their arrival, it set off a wave of turbulence. And all this is because of the arrival of Mr. Yan Fang and the mysterious power contained in him.

Mr. Yan Fang slowly took out a wooden sword, the sword body was simple, the blade was shiny, and he solemnly handed the sword to the Wuwei Heavenly Master. The Celestial Master took the wooden sword, and it felt lubricated, as if he had touched an ancient jade, and he understood that this was not an ordinary wooden sword.

However, the Celestial Master was not in a hurry to hand over the elixir to Mr. Yan Fang. He stared at the wooden sword in his hand, his pupils flashing with complex emotions, as if he saw some kind of profound allegory in the sword. He sighed lightly and said, "Poor Dao knows the purpose of Mr. coming here today, but he is just ......."

Mr. Yan Fang looked at Wuwei Heavenly Master, he did not rush to urge, but smiled slightly, as if everything was under his control. He waited peacefully for the Celestial Master's next step, as if the passage of time was under his control.

Wuwei Heavenly Master let out another long sigh, and the complex emotions flashing in his eyes became even more obvious. The wooden sword in his hand seemed to become heavier at this moment, and his voice seemed to be pressed more calmly: "Sir should know that this sword is not an ordinary sword, and the immortal medicine cannot be easily obtained. ”

Mr. Noonkata was still smiling, but his eyes became more determined. He seemed to have expected this reaction from the Wuwei Heavenly Master, and his next answer surprised the Wuwei Heavenly Master even more.

"Wuwei Heavenly Master, the old man understands what you mean. The Heavenly Master should have already figured out whose order the old decay came. Mr. Yanfang's words were simple and direct, making it impossible to refute.

Wuwei Heavenly Master looked at him, his eyes flashing with a strange light. He seemed to see some kind of determination in Mr. Yanfang's determined eyes, and the wooden sword in his hand seemed to become heavier at this moment.

Wuwei Heavenly Master smiled indifferently, his tolerant and mysterious smile, like the moonlight in late autumn, shining on the suffering and joy of the world. He turned to Mr. Enkata, and those eyes as bright as stars seemed to hide endless wisdom and mysteries.

"Mr. Yanfang, do you know why there are rumors that the poor Dao will refine immortal medicine above the rivers and lakes?" Wuwei Heavenly Master asked softly, his voice seemed to be a babbling stream in the mountains, leisurely.

Mr. Yan Fang frowned, this question was obviously unexpected. He glanced at Wuwei Heavenly Master, and a trace of doubt and deep thought flashed in his eyes. Then, he asked rhetorically: "Heavenly Master's words, but do you mean something?" ”

The smile of the Wuwei Heavenly Master is still the same, and the smile like a breeze blowing across the lake seems to contain a bit of indifferent ridicule and deep helplessness. He didn't answer Mr. Yanfang's question directly, just looked at him quietly, those bright eyes, as if waiting for something.

His eyelids were slightly raised, and he said in an ancient tone: "Some rumors are just candles in the wind, crumbling. Just like Poor Dao is actually only eighty-six years old this year, however, he is like an old man in his 200s in the rivers and lakes. As for the elixir, whether it really exists or not, it is like an ethereal smoke, elusive, and only circulates in the wind. ”

Mr. Yan Fang didn't speak, but Tai Hao was surprised: "You mean that the matter of the immortal medicine is fake?" But the emperor ......"

Wuwei Heavenly Master smiled: "Poor Dao didn't say that the immortal medicine is fake, and Poor Dao can indeed refine an immortal medicine. In the moonlight, the elixir will shimmer with a deep light, like amber treasured by the years, containing endless mystery and vitality. This elixir has a deep starry blue color, with a silvery sheen on its surface, as if it has been refined from the stars in the night sky. The surface of the medicine is evenly rounded, like a pearl, and when it is gently rotated, it can reflect a faint halo, like a dreamlike miracle. Legend has it that this elixir of immortality has magical powers, which can make the people of the cat clan stay young forever and prolong their lives. The cat people who take it can not only have a permanent face and a strong body, but also have quick thinking and wisdom. However, none of this has come without a price. In order to make this elixir, the Cat people need to pay a huge price, including the purest ingredients, the most mysterious formula, and the bravest determination. In fact, the origin of the kind of immortal medicine refined by the poor Dao is far-reaching. Legend has it that in the ancient East, there was a mountain off the beaten track, where the air was filled with a strange aroma. In the depths of this mountain, there is a mysterious garden, in which all kinds of exotic flowers and plants grow, among which are the raw materials of the elixir - thousand-year-old reishi and 10,000-year-old ginseng. Only through the strictest selection and refining can the formula of this elixir be obtained. However, all this was done with a strong faith and strong determination, because only the truly brave people could bear the great price of the elixir. On a dark and windy night, a group of people dressed in Taoist robes came to the garden. They knelt on the ground respectfully, holding jade bowls inlaid with gold wire in both hands, and caught the elixir extracted from the garden. At that moment, the entire garden was filled with silver moonlight, and it was peaceful and solemn. The group of Taoist priests brought the elixir back to their retreat, a Taoist temple located in an ancient cave deep in the mountains. ”

Tai Hao asked, "Where is that Taoist temple?" ”

Wuwei Heavenly Master replied: "That Taoist temple is on Wuquan Mountain, and that group of Taoist priests are the elders of the poor Dao, and those immortal medicines cannot live forever, but only nourish the body and prolong life." ”

Tai Hao said: "I'll just say, how can there be an immortal elixir of immortality in this world, I really don't know what the emperor thinks." ”

Mr. Yan Fang said lightly: "The emperors of all generations wanted the elixir of immortality, and this desire stemmed from their pursuit of power and status, as well as their yearning for eternity. In the game of power, emperors hope to transcend the life limits of ordinary people and continue to rule their kingdoms and territories, command thousands of armies, and enjoy unlimited glory. On the other hand, their fear of death is also what drives this longing, and for them death is an unacceptable end of life. ”

Tai Hao asked: "But now, there is no elixir of immortality in the world at all, how can Mr. Yanfang explain to the emperor when he goes back?" ”

"The emperor's desire to seek immortality is like praising his father and chasing the sun, which is endless." Mr. Yan Fang said indifferently, although his voice was a little hoarse, it was still full of power, "Although I can't find the elixir of immortality, I can offer him a sincere heart." ”

Tai Hao's brows furrowed, and he looked at the old man puzzled. Mr. Yan Fang smiled faintly and continued: "Kuafu's father was day by day, and finally his physical strength was exhausted, and he regretfully fell on the road of chasing. However, his perseverance and perseverance have won the admiration of future generations. The same is true of the emperor, although he cannot live forever, his name will shine like the sun and the moon through the ages. ”

Hearing this, Taihao's heart seemed to be baptized by a clear spring, and it became clear in an instant. He seemed to see the mountain in Mr. Yanfang's heart, tenacious and lonely, but full of endless wisdom and strength.

In his deep and slightly hoarse voice, Mr. Yan Fang asked earnestly to the Wuwei Heavenly Master, "Wuwei Heavenly Master, dare to ask if you are willing to go to the capital with the old man to refine the legendary elixir for the emperor in order to prolong the emperor's life?" His gaze was deep, with an indescribable anticipation.

"Mr. Yan Fang," Wuwei Heavenly Master spoke, his voice low and low, "Poor Dao understands what you mean. His tone is gentle but unquestionable, it is his inner firmness, and it is also his confidence in his own ability.

He paused and looked out the window at the sky, the white clouds flowing slowly under the blue sky. His gaze seemed to contain a lot of deep meaning, and it seemed as if there was nothing but endless ethereal and indifferent.

"Poor Dao is willing to go to the capital with Mr. Yan Fang to refine the immortal medicine for the emperor." He spoke slowly, every word clearly reaching Mr. Yanfang's ears. There was a serene smile on his face, an outpouring of confidence and determination.