"How's it going?"

Xu Qingguang's face was pale, but at the moment he looked anxious.

"There is a terrible force that keeps life alive in the deacon, and it seems that everything is going in a good direction. Zhang Wuwu closed his eyes and felt Wang Han's life qi, and after a while, he was relieved.

"It's okay, it's okay. ”

Knowing that Wang Han's life was worry-free, Xu Qingguang sat on the ground with his buttocks, and only then did he realize the pain on his body, and the whole person began to grin. But Zhang Wuwu looked up at the sky. An old man floated slowly from the sky, and three thousand silver hairs floated slowly behind him, and soon landed on the ground.

As the old man landed, the moon-like power receded, and the entire sky returned to its original color, only Wang Han, who was wrapped in pale white power, was still floating, his feet were a foot or two off the ground, his brows were tight, and it was obvious that the recovery from his injuries was not very easy.

"Thank you seniors for saving your life, juniors are grateful!" Zhang Wuwu and the two saw this calm and relaxed old man, how could they not know who the owner of this moon-like power was, so they hurriedly stepped forward to pay respects.

"Get up. Seeing the two of them half-kneeling on the ground, the old man smiled, these two people are also talented, not to mention their natural qualifications, they dare to stand in front of the little fox just by gathering spirits, such courage is not something that everyone has. Cultivators are already fighting against the heavens, and natural qualifications are important, but courage and perseverance largely determine the level of later achievements.

"Thank you, senior!"

Without the resistance of the three-tailed fox demonic power, the life force in the body slowly repaired the body, the scar on the chest was like a flame burning, Wang Han knew that this was a sign that the wound was healing, in addition to the powerful vitality in the body, there was also a blazing light source in the heart, and when the consciousness looked closer, it was a terrible drop of blood, and the terrifying blood and qi power kept spreading to the limbs and hundreds of remains, slowly replenishing the previously lost blood and qi, and the body was developing in a good way.

"Who saved him? It seems impossible to appear there to be a strong man who can resist the evil moon. Just as Wang Han was thinking, a pair of hands stroked his face, wanting to open his eyes, but his whole consciousness almost collapsed as soon as he used his strength. Only then did Wang Han realize that his consciousness was extremely weak, and he was already on the verge of collapse at this moment, and the soft power emitted by the wind spirit bead above wrapped his consciousness, and as the gray soul power leaked out of the wind spirit bead was absorbed, his consciousness was a little more stable/strong. I didn't dare to have any other thoughts, and began to close my perception and concentrate on recovery.

In the deep sea of the extreme south of the summoning country, the terrifying black power formed a space at the bottom of the sea, and there was no sign of life around, and even fish swam here and turned around and fled quickly. In the depths of this space, a black and illusory figure sat in the middle.

Summoned to the imperial capital of Tianfang City, the former glorious imperial capital was now in ruins, and the entire city was deeply sunk into the earth. Not a single house in the city was intact at the moment, there were ruins everywhere, unquenched flames burned silently in the breeze, and black smoke rose slowly in the dusk. The fiercest battle of the three clans took place here, and the entire city was sunk!

Silence / Death and desolation, there is no heavenly city in the world, no more calling. But what I didn't expect was that the people of later generations set up three statues in this city, and this place suddenly became a holy place for the whole Xizhou life.

A group of monks staggered in from afar, and the silence of Celestial City was broken.

"What's the matter, it's good to meet here, why don't you see anyone. And this place should be Tianfang City, how did it become a ruin?" This group of monks was about twenty people, and the team of nearly 100 people when they came out of Tianfang was now thin. The middle-aged man at the head was a late stage of the Soul Condensation Realm, and his eyes were full of incredulity when he looked at everything in front of him.

This person is a person from the Dao Sect, named Gu Qiang, and he is the deacon of the Dao Sect, Gu Qiang was ordered to lead all the disciples of the Dao Sect to sweep away the demon clan all the way from the Nine Shadows Pass, and it can be described as a thousand difficulties and dangers. But now not only is Tianfang City gone, but not only the shadow of a monk can not be seen.

I don't know how many life and death crises the demon clan has experienced, and everyone thinks that it will be good to wait until Tianfang City, and it will be over when it comes to Tianfang, but the current situation is completely different from what they imagined, and the gap in everyone's hearts can be imagined.

"Deacon, what should I do?" Everyone was disappointed in their eyes, but they had to forcibly pass this mood, which really made people feel embarrassed, and after digesting this gap for a while, a disciple beside Gu Qiang asked.

Gu Qiang sighed in his heart, and said: "Looking at this situation, there was obviously an earth-shattering war here, and there may have been some changes, so many seniors have not waited here. From the Nine Shadows Pass to this Tianfang City, we have the shortest route, and I think there will be many teams coming later, so I will wait here for a few days. ”

"Yes, Deacon. ”

With Gu Qiang's order, these twenty people each found a place to practice and meditate beside the ruins, waiting for the team behind.

I don't know how long it has been, but the pain in my body has disappeared, and my whole body is warm as if I am soaking in a hot spring, and the wounds are itchy. The consciousness villain returned to the peak under the nourishment of the wind spirit bead, and it was even more condensed than before, and the Dao flower in the dantian swayed and emitted a bright light, and the state was unprecedentedly good.

"It's time!"

Wang Han slowly opened his eyes. I saw that I was lying on a wooden bed, but now I didn't have the leisure to continue lying down, so I quickly sat up from the bed. It was a small wooden cabin with nothing but a few simple household items. After putting on shoes and socks, I inspected the room and walked towards the door.

Creak!

As soon as the door opened, the bright sunlight was a little dazzling, outside the house was a small courtyard, there were a few osmanthus trees in the courtyard, the strong fragrance came to the nose, Wang Han sniffed the osmanthus fragrance violently and looked intoxicated.

"It's still that familiar smell, and it's unforgettable. "In my previous life, there were dozens of osmanthus flowers on my university campus, and I could smell them from afar at this time, which belonged to the years of white shirts, but now a long time has passed.

The door creaked open, and a silver-haired old man entered the courtyard.

"Hehe, young man, do you also like the fragrance of this osmanthus flower?" the old man said as he walked towards Wang Han in the courtyard.

Wang Han's heart was full of shock at this time, whether intentionally or unintentionally, the vicinity of this small courtyard was in his own perception, accurate to the point that a mosquito could not escape, but this old man appeared as if out of thin air.

"This is an amazing powerhouse, at least the beginning of the Dao realm!" In an instant, Wang Han had the most basic judgment of this old man in his heart.

"Guizi falls in the middle of the month, and the sky is fragrant and the clouds are floating. The younger generation likes this osmanthus very much, and never thought that after a life and death, there will be the fragrance of osmanthus in the courtyard, and the heart is very happy. The junior Wang Han visited the seniors and thanked the seniors for saving their lives. Saying that Wang Han is worshipping, although the old man does not have a little breath, Wang Han is not stupid.

"Jingxi is white and stoney, and the weather is cold and the red leaves are sparse. Wang Han...... Good name, talent is also good, it is not in vain that the old man made a special trip for you. The old man stepped closer, examined Wang Han for a while, and then helped Wang Han, who had bent down to meet him, up. "No need to be polite, come with me. ”

Wang Han didn't dare to agree with the old man's statement, his name may not come from this "Jingxi white stone, cold and red leaves." But there is no need to justify such a trivial matter, unless you want to find this unpleasantness. The courtyard was surrounded by three huts, a courtyard gate and a number of bluestone walls, and the old man stepped on the crooked bluestone slabs and walked towards a room in the courtyard, Wang Han respectfully followed behind.

Entering the room, the space is much larger than the one where I was lying before, and there is a screen in the middle, and on the screen are some paintings of mountains and rivers, giving people a sense of simplicity and elegance. There are two futons in the room, and in the middle is a tea table with some old tea sets on it.

The old man sat down on one of the futons and waved his hand to signal Wang Han to take a seat.

"Thank you, senior. Wang Han hesitated for a while and sat down, but his hands and feet seemed to be not his own at the moment, extremely stiff, and he didn't know where to put them.

Looking at Wang Han's appearance, the old man shook his head slightly, didn't care about Wang Han, and began to concentrate on making tea. Wang Han also looked at the old man warming the cup/waking up the tea/making tea. One is that you don't have to say it, and the other is that you don't know how to say it.

"That's it. Come, taste, this is not a good tea that ordinary people can drink, but a treasure that the old man has treasured for many years, called Xinglong Tea. After the old man finished speaking, he smiled, this awakening dragon tea is a rare good tea in the world.

"Thank you, senior!"

Bowing to the old man, Wang Han picked up the teacup and took a sip. Watching Wang Han drink it, the old man's eyes narrowed into a slit, full of anticipation. This tea was better than the most bitter medicine Wang Han had ever drunk when he entered the mouth, and he almost spit it out. But under the old man's gaze, Wang Han didn't have the courage to do so, and he couldn't afford to lose this person, so he had to drink it with tears. Just as he was about to speak, suddenly a refreshing fragrance echoed in his throat.

"This. As soon as this fragrance appeared, it was too late to sigh, and then the whole person was forcibly pulled into an inexplicable state. The rich pale yellow power surrounded the entire consciousness, extremely comfortable, Wang Han saw a light appear from the deep blue seabed, swaying/shining/holy, and finally flew towards the dark starry sky. Then one scene after another appeared, and the bits and pieces of the first half of his life were clearly reproduced in front of him, and many things had even been buried in the depths of memory.

When the memory of being hung in the air by the three-tailed fox, the picture came to an abrupt end, it was still a familiar hut, the silver-haired old man, Wang Han had a trace of confusion in his eyes, and this blankness existed for a while before dissipating.

"How does it taste?" the old man chuckled as he looked at Wang Han.

"All the flavors in the world are all in it. Wang Han got up and bowed deeply to the old man. Although I don't know why this tea is named Awakening Dragon, I have retrieved the deepest memories for myself, those memories have long since yellowed with time, but they are precious. Forgetting may make people happy, but it's not a deficiency.

Xinglong tea is only useful for people who drink it for the first time, and after drinking it, it's just that. Everyone has precious and forgotten memories, but this is only for tea drinkers, both good and bad have to be experienced by themselves. The old man was not interested, and he would not ask. But with this awakening dragon tea, it is enough to be worshiped by this kid.

First of all, it was a great grace to save his life, and now he accepted the opportunity given by him, Wang Han thought that if he didn't ask for his name, he wouldn't know what to do, so he bowed and saluted, and said, "Can the junior ask the name of the senior?"

"I'm not curious about you, kid, but since you asked, I'll tell you too. The old man's name is Murong Shiyun! Nominally, you are still a famous disciple of mine. The old man's faint voice fell.

"What!" Wang Han was shocked, and a shocking wave was set off in his heart!