In the deep night sky, two fireworks illuminate the two hills, reflecting each other.

Lin Shan watched this scene from a distance under the tree, knowing that the county lord and the others were not far away, and it was not appropriate to stay here for a long time.

Now immediately return the way you came.

Back to the original battlefield, there was only a mess left on the field at this time, and there was still Huang Xianshi lying on the ground with unknown life and death.

Lin Shan hurriedly came to Huang Xianshi, only to see that Huang Xianshi's lower body was blurred with flesh and blood at this time, flying ants were gnawing and laying eggs, and some came and went in and out of the intestines, the scene was miserable.

Lin Shan was in a hurry for a while, and suddenly remembered something, took out the storage bag of the old man in the green robe, opened it and took out a small tower, and wanted to urge this thing to collect flying ants.

But the spiritual power in the body can't be infused at all, and it turns out that this magic weapon has been sacrificed by the old man in the green robe. If you want to urge, you must first erase the traces of the green-robed old man's sacrifice.

Lin Shan's head was sweating for a while, and when he saw that this trick didn't work, he could only hurriedly use his hands, even grab and pinch, and pinch these flying ants to death one by one.

At this time, the Huang Immortal Master on the ground slowly spoke: "Brother Lin, don't... Don't bother..."

Lin Shan was unmoved, just a vigorous insect catcher.

"Brother Lin, I beg you for one thing..."

Huang Xianshi took off the storage bag around his waist with difficulty and placed it at the foot of Lin Mountain, the corners of his mouth kept spitting blood, and his face became more and more gray. I was already ninety years old, but now that my vitality is greatly damaged, I am afraid it will be difficult to get through tonight.

Lin Shan stopped his useless work, he knew that Huang Xianshi was going to explain the future.

"In the storage bag, there are letters... Give it to her... Spirit Stone... Yi Chuan... Redemption..."

Huang Xianshi said slowly, the cloudiness in the corners of his eyes had already blurred his eyes. The rest of the sound was as thin as a murmur, like the low chirping of a mosquito.

Lin Shan hurriedly leaned over and only heard the last sentence:

"When it is done, my brother can take it for himself..."

A gust of wind hung in the mountains, and the fallen leaves rustled all over the sky.

Huang Xianshi was silent, his mental strength was exhausted, and the deadline came ahead of schedule.

Lin Shan looked at him silently, this old man who had been with him for less than a month. Fifty years of unknown mortals, twenty years of Yi Chuan as a slave, another twenty years of wine and wine when he returned to the Nightingale Headquarters, and finally died in the unknown depths of the Yanyun Mountains...

"That's it... I'll help you once. ”

Looking at the storage bag on the ground, Lin Shan closed Huang Xianshi's eyes.

……

A quarter of an hour later, next to the corpse of the green-robed old man, four immortal cultivators with different appearances appeared, among which the county lord of Guo and the middle-aged man in brocade clothes were impressively listed.

"It should be the kid who fought with me by the stream that day." Lord Guo checked the wound of the green-robed old man, and found that there was a faint residue of ice slag around him, and concluded that it was caused by Lin Shan's middle-level magic weapon.

"The nightingale surnamed Lin?" An old woman's voice came from the side.

"Who else could it be if it wasn't him?" The middle-aged man in brocade had an angry face: "The green-robed old monster has been double-faced, and he secretly revealed the itinerary to us by hiding his identity before, and he blocked two Taoist friends from rushing to help me and Sister Wang." ”

"Two days ago, we made an alliance to track down the two nightingales together, and today he secretly threw us off and came to eat alone! It's really a goose all day long, but I am pecked by geese! ”

Several other people also cursed, spitting that the green-robed old man deserved to die. However, after scolding, they still looked at the middle-aged man in brocade together, obviously taking him as the leader in their usual actions.

The middle-aged man in brocade looked at the traces of the green-robed old man fleeing all the way and was silent.

……

A day later, a young man in white walked in the depths of the Yanyun Mountains and came to a foggy place.

"It should be here..."

Lin Shan looked at the map he took from Huang Xianshi's storage bag and observed it for a long time, confirming that it was the outer maze of Yichuanfang City in front of him.

According to the law taught to him by Master Huang Xian, after some exertions, in the middle of the fog in front of him, a one-person-high passage slowly dispersed, and Lin Shan walked straight in.

After walking about a hundred steps, the surrounding white fog dissipated and disappeared, and the eyes suddenly opened up.

A strong aura rushed to his face, Lin Shan couldn't help but take a few deep breaths, the concentration of aura was five times that of the outside world, and this was only the periphery.

Looking at the green mountains in front of you, the gurgling streams, and the singing of birds and flowers, it is as if you have come to a holy place of cultivation.

Walking along the mountain road for about a few miles, I saw the terraced fields on both sides of the mountain, the canals were densely watered, the rows of golden crops on the ridges stretched with the wind, and the rich wheat fragrance mixed with the aura was blowing towards the mountain.

"It's... Lingtian? ”

Lin Shan smelled the moving fragrance, felt the aura in it, and was intoxicated.

He hurriedly descended the mountain and saw the golden ears of wheat in the field, the grains on which were large and full, and the color was round, which made people's appetite move and salivate at a glance.

There were also a few immortal cultivators in the distance, looking from afar, they seemed to be casting spells, sowing seeds and fertilizing, sprinkling water to control temperature, and spreading clouds and rain.

Along the way, Lin Shan quietly admired these monks farming, and did not make a sound to disturb.

Crossing the ridge of the field, climbing another high mountain in front of me, I faintly heard the sound of talking and laughing at the pavilion on the mountain.

Lin Shan stepped forward, walked hundreds of steps, and climbed up the mountain.

But see the flowers on the mountain, bright red, spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums gather in one season, between the flower fields, there are five pavilions standing.

Among them, there are three pavilions, each sitting three or five immortal cultivators, raising their glasses and stopping, winding water, talking and laughing, and their hands are constantly changing small spells for everyone to comment on.

Lin Shan stepped forward in three or two steps, and when he saw that everyone in the pavilion saw him coming, they didn't react, so he quietly sat down in the corner of the pavilion. While pretending to admire the sea of flowers, he listened intently to the conversation and laughter of these immortal cultivators.

The monks took turns to speak, some of them told interesting stories about their travels, some told about their experiences in cultivation, some performed their newly learned spells for everyone to taste, and some told some strange stories...

Lin Shan listened to it fascinated by the side, and he couldn't wait to join in and discuss it with these fellow immortal cultivators. But I know that I am shallow in my studies, and my cultivation is low, and I really don't have any dry goods in my head, so I am afraid that I will laugh and be generous when I say it.

And he doesn't know people well, and forcibly squeezing in will only annoy people, and now just hiding in the corner and listening to it has made him gain a lot.

But I don't know when, I heard a voice suddenly come from the pavilion: "This Daoist brother, I just brought back a jar of spiritual brew from Da Yan's travels, why don't you come and taste it together!" ”

Lin Shan on the edge of the pavilion was suddenly startled, realizing that the voice was inviting him, and hurriedly got up to give a salute, flattered:

"Lin Mou first came to Yichuan, and heard that several Taoist friends were erudite and talented, and every word was fine, so he was intoxicated by it, and he had no intention of offending..."

A prince of a family dressed in the same costume as Lin Shan, dressed in a white robe, smiled gently, and pointed to the seat next to him with a virtual hand:

"Brother Dao is polite, those who come are guests, hurry up and take a seat!"

The four or five people around nodded their heads and pulled Lin Shan to sit down, and the white-clothed man who invited him turned over his hand and took out a jar of wine and filled it for everyone. In an instant, the fragrance of wine in the pavilion overflowed, and even floated to several other pavilions.

The monks of the other pavilions also came to beg for wine, and the white-clothed man traveled extensively, and those who came did not refuse. Everyone talked and laughed, and when they drank, they sang and danced!

Lin Shan was a little restrained when he first arrived, but he couldn't stop nodding and praising him, and took a sip of wine from time to time.

This wine is worthy of what the man in white said, the spiritual brew brought back by the Northern Dayan Dynasty, a sip into the stomach, refreshing people's hearts and spleens, and the aura breeding, out of thin air, he meditated for a day's cultivation!

Lin Shan didn't dare to drink too much, and he knew that this thing was very expensive when he tasted it. People are willing to take it out to adjust the atmosphere, but he can't be greedy for a cup, he still knows this bit of proportion.

Through quiet exploration and observation, Lin Shan found that all the young men and women present were at least in the late stage of Qi cultivation. Some people's eyes are shining, and it is estimated that they are not far from the release of their divine sense, and it is very likely that they have already practiced qi to perfection, and they are just about to build a foundation!

……

After some heart-to-heart talk, it was getting late, and everyone dispersed.

Some of the companions seemed to be leaving Yichuan, some walked alone to different forks in the road ahead, and there was even a buddy who was unconscious, lying in the gazebo and falling asleep with the mountain breeze blowing.

Before leaving, the white-clothed boy pointed out Lin Shan: "My brother Guan Dao has just arrived, you might as well turn right in front of you, and you can go straight to Fang City." ”

Lin Shan hurriedly thanked him and asked about his name.

The white-clothed boy did not hide his origin, and told him that he was from the Gongsun family, a family of cultivating immortals, and his name was Gongsun Yu. And all the people present today are the sons and daughters of the major immortal cultivation families, traveling together, passing through Yichuan.

After a little friendship, Gongsun Yu went down the mountain.

Lin Shan secretly sighed, what he saw today made him gain a lot, and he was even more forgetful.

This is the real place of immortal cultivation in his mind.