Fan Yao used the method of looking at qi taught by Mr. Wen, and saw that these two people were also cultivators, the older one was in the Jindan realm, and the younger one was only a monk in the qi transformation realm.

After the two sat down, they greeted their buddies, and like Fan Yao, they asked for a few side dishes and a guest room.

The young man sat on the chair and stretched, and said in a slow voice: "Senior brother, there are still two days, just ten thousand, old, Ying, Xiong, birthday, I don't know, I don't know, I know, I can, there are, more, less, people, people, come, wish, birthday." ”

Fan Yao listened to this young man speak, pulling a long note word by word, which made people feel very impatient, but he also felt funny.

The older man also covered his forehead, and said helplessly: "Senior brother, can you change your habit of talking, I listen to it very hard." ”

After speaking, he sighed again, and then said: "Ten years ago, when Old Man Wan was born, I went with Master and I to celebrate his birthday, and not many people came at that time.

In the great war thousands of years ago, in order to protect the giant deer city, the old man Wan fought hard and even the Yuan Infant was broken, and although it was repaired with a panacea, this life has stopped here.

Now when the longevity of the old heroes is short, there will not be many people on this birthday. ”

The young man said in a slow voice: "Five years ago, our master sat down, and specially instructed the two of us not to forget the birthday of Old Man Wan, senior brother, do you want to tell Old Man Wan that our master has passed away?"

In just a few words, he actually said more than 20 breaths, and Fan Yao and the senior brother were both frowning.

The senior brother thought for a while and said: "Our master and the old man Wan are lifelong friends, this time the master is not coming, it is estimated that the old man will also have some guesses, I think it is better not to hide it." Thinking about it, Old Man Wan has long looked down on life and death. ”

The two of them didn't suppress their voices, Fan Yao heard clearly on the side, and when he heard that there was an old hero who had participated in the war thousands of years ago to celebrate his birthday, he was immediately interested.

After thinking about it, he walked over to the two brothers.

When he came to the senior brother's side, Fan Yao hugged his fists and saluted, and said with a smile: "Fan Yao has seen two senior brothers in the mountains. ”

The older senior brother hurriedly got up and saluted: "The withered leaves sect Ye Li has seen Fan Daoyou, this is my junior brother Lin Rong. ”

After finishing speaking, he saw that his precious junior brother was still sitting lazily on the chair, and he couldn't help but shout in a low voice: "Senior brother, don't you get up and see Fan Daoyou soon." ”

The young junior disciple named Lin Rong stood up reluctantly, and said slowly word by word: "Lin Rong-see-see-this-Dao-friend. ”

Fan Yao secretly said in his heart, you might as well not speak. With a smile on his face, he said, "Two senior brothers, please take a seat, I came here this time to ask you about something." ”

Ye Li was steady, although he saw Fan Yao's abruptness, he did not leak his voice, and he also beckoned Fan Yao to sit down, and then said with a smile: "I don't know what Fan Daoyou wants to inquire about? ”

Fan Yao was not polite, and after sitting down, he smiled and said, "I heard from the two senior brothers just now that they were going to congratulate an old hero on his birthday." I admire this hero for the country and the people the most in my life, I wonder if Senior Brother Ye can tell me about the deeds of this old hero, so that I can admire it. ”

When Lin Rong next to him heard this, he wanted to speak. Seeing this, Fan Yao hurriedly hugged his fist to Ye Li and said, "I also hope that Senior Brother Ye will talk to me, so that I can also increase my knowledge." ”

That Ye Li was also shocked into a cold sweat when he saw that his junior brother wanted to speak, and those things of the old hero had to be told by his junior brother, and at the speed of his junior brother's speech, I am afraid that he would not be able to speak for ten days and a half months.

So he hurriedly said: "Okay, then I'll talk to Fan Daoyou about some of the heroic deeds of this old hero." ”

At the moment, he ignored Lin Rong's resentful eyes, and talked to Fan Yao about himself.

Fan Yao listened to Ye Li's eloquent speech, and he didn't see his passionate tone, but the story of the old heroes was amazing.

During the banquet, Fan Yao called his men to bring over the wine and food on his table, and chatted with the two brothers while eating, but as long as Lin Rong wanted to speak, Fan Yao or Ye Li hurriedly turned the conversation and did not give Lin Rong a chance to speak.

It wasn't until a jar of wine was drunk that Ye Li finished telling the story of the old heroes. listened to Fan Yao fiercely, and admired this old hero even more.

Fan Yao thought for a while, and then said to Ye Li: "Senior Brother Ye, just now I heard that the two of you are going to congratulate the old hero on his birthday, I wonder if the two senior brothers can bring me? ”

Ye Li groaned slightly, Lin Rong finally seized the opportunity, and said slowly: "Senior brother, I think let's take Fan Daoyou, there are many people and it is lively, and if you want to come, Old Man Wan will not blame me for waiting." ”

The long tone made Fan Yao upset and irritable, but when he heard Lin Rong finish speaking, he was very happy, and smiled at Lin Rong at the moment. I really didn't dare to speak, so I was afraid that Lin Rong would talk along the lines.

Ye Li looked at Fan Yao's qi, and he didn't look like the one with a bad heart, and he also nodded and said: "Fan Daoyou really has a heart, I think the old hero will be happy to see a young man like you." In that case, let's rest in this inn for one night, and then go on the road together tomorrow to celebrate the birthday of the old hero. ”

Fan Yao was overjoyed when he heard this, so he asked for another jar of soju and drank it with the two brothers.

Ye Li is steady and decent, and his speech is dignified. Fan Yao was taught by Mr. Wen, and his conversation was also good, the more they talked, the more speculative they became, and this soju also asked for one jar after another.

The three of them pushed the cup and changed the lamp, and they talked happily. It's just that it's only Fan Yao and Ye Li who are talking, so as long as Lin Rong wants to open his mouth to speak, the two of them will have a tacit understanding to change the topic without giving them a chance.

Dajing has a land area of hundreds of millions of miles and a population of 100 million yuan. Towns and villages are mostly places where mortals live and multiply. And in that sparsely populated place, there are many famous mountains and rivers, among which the aura is strong, and it is the best place for cultivation.

Several well-known sects occupy the mountains and rivers with the strongest spiritual power, such as Qingyun Peak, Tianyun Mountain, and Lingxiao Sect, and all the places they occupy are like the fairy land of Nayao Pond, which makes people cultivate twice the result with half the effort.

The rest of the small and medium-sized sects live separately, and after a great war in Dajing thousands of years ago, the sects that practice are scarce, and the disciples are even more pitiful.

Only now has it gradually recovered, and the number of monks has vaguely regained its former glory, and this ancient land with strong aura has gradually become sought-after.

The ancient winding mountain road winds for thousands of miles, and it is said that you can walk along the mountain road to the bottom of the Qingyun Peak.

The mountains here are extended, among which the ancient trees are towering, and the rare birds and beasts are seen in the forest, and there are several sects of cultivation between these mountains.

Qingling Sect is located in this 10,000 miles of mountains in a place, the old head of the sect is said to have participated in the war with the West Continent thousands of years ago, although he survived, but in that battle was seriously injured, hurting the foundation, so that after this thousand years is still still the Yuan Infant cultivation, no inch.

At this time, in the Qingling Sect, in a simple pavilion, an old man with white hair and a middle-aged man were playing against each other.

This old man is Wan Qingshan, the old head of the Qingling Sect, I saw that he was full of silver hair, his face was wrinkled, and his lips were unhealthy dark purple, but he was very proud.

His eyes looked at the chessboard, and although his eyes were dull and cloudy, he played fast, and sometimes the middle-aged man on the other side pondered for a moment, and then his face showed impatience, obviously a person with an impatient personality.

The middle-aged man on the opposite side is the son of Wan Qingshan, the current head of the Qingling Sect, Wan Jiang, who is kind and generous, and has a good conduct.

Although Wan Jiang seems to be middle-aged, he is actually more than 300 years old, and his temples are already dyed with frost. His qualifications are average, and he has only opened one innate acupoint around his body, although he has been cultivating hard, but now he is only a monk who has completed the golden pill.

Since taking over the position of head a hundred years ago, although he has worked hard, he has finally been limited by his own cultivation, which has made the reputation of Qingling Sect much worse than before.

After all, the old head Wan Qingshan is nearly 1,500 years old, which is almost the limit for Yuanying Monks, and his spirit is seriously lost, and his combat power has declined, so the deterrence of other sects is no longer a concern.

The fault line of the monks in the sect has appeared, the disciples in the sect have withered, but there are only dozens of disciples in the huge mountain gate, but fortunately, the father and son are both surprisingly good in mentality.

Those who should take care of their lives and teach their disciples are all doing their own things, and they don't show any impetuousness.

In the pavilion, Wan Jiang pondered for a moment, and just when Wan Qingshan was impatient, he occasionally got a clever hand, and a son fell, and the old head suddenly became critical.

Wan Qingshan saw that the situation was not good, so he wanted to reach out and return to his son and do the act of repentance.

Seeing this, Wan Jiang said in a deep voice: "Dad, you have taught me that the chessboard is like a battlefield, and the marching and formation need to be carefully and carefully. ”

Wan Qingshan was so angry that his beard trembled, and he said angrily: "Playing chess with your father so seriously, where is your filial piety? When you learned chess with me, how many times did you regret it, do you remember?"

Wan Jiang was unmoved, and said seriously: "You also said that it was the time to learn chess, and now you and I are playing fairly, which is another matter." ”

Wan Qingshan had no choice but to look at the chessboard, meditate for a while, and finally found a vacancy, and a son fell, and the momentum of black and white victory and defeat was suddenly reversed.

The old man opened his mouth, baring his few teeth, and laughed proudly.

Wan Jiang looked at the chess game and thought hard about how to deal with it. The old man was humming a little song, very leisurely.

After a long time, Wan Jiang saw that the form was irretrievable, just like when he usually learned chess, he was accustomed to naturally reaching out and wanting to return to his son.

Wan Qingshan hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop it, blew his beard and glared at him, and said, "I regret not moving my move." ”

Wan Jiang was stunned and said, "Dad, you're a little too ruthless." ”

Wan Qingshan said angrily: "You are more than 300 years old, and you haven't let me hold my grandson yet, what's the use of that thing?"

Wan Jiang really said: "This is what you said, then I still have to regret the chess today, and if I don't move, I won't do it." With that, he continued to stretch his hand towards the chessboard.

When the old man saw his son's straightness coming up, he waved his sleeves, swept the chessboard, and sat on the side sulking.

Wan Jiang saw that the old man was serious, and immediately coaxed Wen Yan: "Dad, I don't plan to fix Yuanyang, I plan to have an heir after achieving the Yuanying realm, don't worry." ”

Wan Qingshan said angrily: "Can I not be in a hurry? Tell me, how many years can I live? That is, Caiyi, this child is virtuous, if it were someone else, he would have left you a long time ago." ”

When Wan Jiang heard this, he couldn't help but look gloomy when he thought of the old man's longevity, which was running out of time.