The smile of the boy next door can usually capture the hearts of people of all ages, especially Qingyun, a gentle and warm handsome boy.

Now he has changed his appearance because of the nirvana effect of the Qilin Blazing Flame, and has become more resolute and heroic, a little less elegant, and a little more stubborn and strong.

In the past, Qingyun always had a sense of weakness of a tuberculosis scholar in the eyes of others, but now he is full of that kind of arrogance that would rather bend, plus he combines all the advantages of both parents and exquisite face, which will make people who see him involuntarily have a good impression.

So after some politeness, Qingyun was forced to stay in the village for lunch, and in return, he took out a part of the hemostatic herbs ripened in the mountains from the treasure bag and gave them to the villagers.

He wanted to come up with some money, but after much consideration, he dismissed the idea.

For this kind of small mountain village in the mortal world, holding gold and silver treasures may not be a good thing, but it will cause death, so he simply said that he was penniless, and could only take out some herbs to express his heart.

However, what he didn't expect was that the people in the village were even happier when they saw these herbs than when they saw money, and after asking, they learned that it was because the "immortals" in Wuhua Mountain had become more and more frequent in recent years.

It is normal for monks to occupy Lingshan Mountain to cultivate, although most of them are hermits, and their attitude towards mortals is generally not too bad, but mortals are still very afraid of these legendary immortals who can move mountains and reclaim the sea.

Since a few years ago, someone in the village broke his leg because he mistakenly picked the elixir planted by a Shangxian on the mountain, this group of simple villagers no longer dared to go to Wuhua Mountain.

Until now, if someone in the village is sick, they would rather travel a long distance to Qingshui Town to spend money to find a doctor, rather than easily set foot in the "immortal forbidden land".

Hearing the word doctor, Qingyun's heart moved, and then he smiled and asked casually:

"Uncle, our village is a long way from Qingshui Town, and I don't know what the doctor's medical skills are like?"

The eldest man in the village leaned on crutches and said kindly:

"Qingshui Town is just a small town, and there are not many doctors, but when it comes to medical skills, the best ones are tens of thousands of doctors. My grandfather was plagued by gout all the year round, and his joints were swollen and painful, and it was my father and a few uncles who carried him to Dr. Wan, and guess what?"

"Cured?"

Qingyun asked in surprise.

"That's it! He once thought that the gout that had plagued him for decades was cured by Dr. Wan so simply with a few injections, and he was even able to walk on the ground in a few days, do you think he is powerful?!"

Qingyun nodded with some envy at first, and then seemed to suddenly think of something, and sighed softly, and asked in confusion:

"Your grandfather?"

At this time, the old man continued mysteriously to Qingyun:

"Yes, my grandfather, it's not a secret, Dr. Wan has been forty or fifty years old since I was a child, look at me? Now he is almost eighty, but his appearance has not changed at all, he should also be the immortal. ”

"Wow! Immortal, old man, you have seen immortals, it's really amazing, no wonder you are so strong, I think you must have absorbed some immortal energy!"

The old man stroked his long beard, obviously very useful for Qingyun's horse, but in a blink of an eye, he shook his head again, and sighed:

"Hey, it's a pity that since last summer, Dr. Wan and his daughter have suddenly disappeared together, and even the hospital has been closed. Although this doctor can't say that the doctor is benevolent, as long as he receives your money, it is basically a medicine to cure the disease, which is a pity. ”

When Qingyun heard this, he also said a few words of pity with his father-in-law, but a sharp light burst out in his eyes.

There are many interpretations of the word "disappear".

Immediately, he asked the old man if he knew where the mountain gate of the Wild Wood Daoist was, which frightened the old man a lot, and he didn't let Qingyun pass.

It took a long time for Qingyun to understand that it was Ma Wang, the apprentice of the Wild Wood Daoist, who broke the legs of the people in the village back then, which made him suddenly a little ridiculous, and said in his heart:

"Ma Wang, Ma Wang, you let my enemy do things for you, but it was your enemy who finally found someone to ask for directions, if you have knowledge under the spring, bless and bless the descendants of these villagers, and you should accumulate some yin virtue for yourself. ”

After talking for a long time, Qingyun plucked out the specific location of the mountain gate from the villagers, which was not very far from the place where he came down first, but it was some distance from Xiao Luoyi's cave mansion.

This made Qingyun secretly cry out in his heart again, fortunately, after burning Ma Wang and Qi Fei last year, he didn't choose the far shield, but hid on the spot, and the most dangerous place is the safest place, otherwise I don't know when I can do it.

After eating at the old man's house, Qingyun still went out quietly alone.

He knew the kindness of the villagers, but his father had taught him since he was a child that a gentleman must be true to his word, and that if he had fulfilled Ma Wang's promise, he would have to send his baguette and letters to his master.

According to the direction described by the villagers, Qingyun easily found the Yemu Daoren Mountain Gate, which was located less than the mountainside.

Although his cultivation is weak now, he has finally reached the middle stage of the Spirit Channeling Realm, and the basic exercises he chose also happened to be the orthodox Immortal Xuangong, and he could already be counted as a monk who had entered the door, so he was many times faster than before.

Qingyun just looked at it from a distance, and he had already found that this was really much more generous than the medical hall of Wanguliu, and he could stay close, and he could also see one or two from the furnishings at the door.

The stone steps at the door are clear throughout, and I don't know what kind of stone is made of, and it can flash a little starlight under the daylight, and the stone carving of the gate is exquisite, and the bearing is extraordinary, which is comparable to the ordinary mansion.

"This old man is quite rich. ”

Qingyun couldn't help muttering in his heart.

However, he thought that this wild wood was an old Taoist, but the layout of the courtyard was the shape of an ordinary family, similar to the courtyard of Chen Defu in Qianzhong City, but it was slightly smaller, and the word wild wood was only hastily written on the plaque and was not marked with Taoism.

If it weren't for the conspicuous word "wild wood", Qingyun would have wondered if he had found the wrong place.

He worked hard to restrain his breath, trying to suppress his cultivation to the limit and close his breath, allowing his body to enter the state of internal circulation, trying to avoid being perceived by the spiritual sense of the Nogi Dao people.

The current Qingyun is no longer what it used to be, even if his cultivation is not high, but through Yao Mengxun's initial enlightenment, and later through the detailed reading of the exercise notes in Qi Fei's Hundred Treasure Bags, he already knows a lot about this cultivation realm that was extremely awe-inspiring in the past.

"The spirit leads to the hundred veins of the square, and the spirit returns to the spirit from the concentrating on the wind. ”

From the lower three orders of spiritual guidance, hundred veins, and yuanhua, to the upper three orders of concentrating, resisting the wind, and returning to the spirit, he has a general concept, and naturally knows the benefits and effects of internal circulation.

As far as he knew, this Wild Wood Daoist was a great master of the Yuanhua Realm cultivator, but no matter how many layers he reached in Yuanhua, he was a low-level monk who had not condensed the Yuanshen after all.

Without the primordial spirit, there is no divine sense, so the inner circulation is enough to help him hide his aura as much as possible and avoid the spiritual sense of the Wild Wood Dao people.

Qingyun didn't know if this old way was in the courtyard, and he wasn't sure if he would be reasonable, even if he lied, he might not believe it, so it was better to quietly put the baguette and the letter in front of his door to avoid complications.

Just as he was quietly approaching the stone steps at the door, with his extraordinary senses, Qingyun actually faintly smelled a thick bloody breath from inside the door, and this bloody smell was obviously the smell of human blood rather than animals, which immediately made his heart feel a chill.

"Could it be that something happened to the people of the Wild Wood Dao?"

Just when Qingyun was thinking about whether to retreat or stay, another voice came from the courtyard:

"Nogi, we are waiting for the well-being of the common people in the world, so we sincerely invite you to join, you don't want to kill yourself without knowing how to lift up!"

As soon as the man's voice fell, another old voice said with contempt and resentment:

"The people of the world, I bah, you sinister and cunning villains, you still claim to be from the Qingxu Tianmen, but I didn't expect it to be such a face, what are you talking about the world's common people as tiger skins?"

Then, another deep voice said:

"Shut up! The old thing gives you a shameless face, you have killed so many of our brothers, even if you kneel down and beg me today, we will not agree to you, prepare to die!"

Then he scolded, and the same Sen Ran voice just now spoke:

"Stop talking, Nogi Daoyou, it's not easy for us to practice, you ask yourself, even if we're not welcome, you don't have to kill so many of us, right? Corporal Lixian also needs to look at people, if you are obsessed again, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

"Boss, what do you have to say to him! Kill him directly, this old man is obviously a dead brain, it's useless to talk more, let him go to the funeral with his brothers!"

As soon as this person finished speaking, there was an amazing momentum in the room, and even if this cultivation fluctuation was not as good as Xiao Luoyi at that time, it was not far behind, and Qingyun's heart suddenly sank:

"Oh no, such a multi-realm cultivator!"

Listening to their conversation, he knew that these two parties were not good at stubble, Qingyun originally wanted to run away directly, but his mind changed, in case he was accidentally discovered by them, he would definitely not be able to escape far, so it was better to find a place to hide.

There was no way, he could only endure the fear of the Yuanhua Realm monks, moving his steps bit by bit and restraining his breath, even suppressing the beating of his heart to the limit, trying not to be perceived by them, and slowly moving in the direction of the side of the courtyard.

Qingyun moved while listening carefully to the movement in the courtyard.

I only heard the sound of gold and iron resonating endlessly, and the weapons on one side were relatively dull, Qingyun estimated that it should be a magic stick that was used well by the Nogi Dao people.

But after a moment, another loud bang was heard, and the Nogi Daoren said with wheezing and exhaustion:

"Wang'er, who killed me, still wants me to join Qingxutian? It's just a joke, is it really that I've become an old fool!?"

PS: From this chapter onwards, the turbulent and turbulent times are coming!