|.| Wang Yuan sat alone on the stone bench in the courtyard.There were two trees beside him.It was the mulberry tree.The staggered roots were intertwined.I hoped that the distant relatives would come back soon.Their call was fulfilled.Wang Yuan really returned.

These two trees have been around for some years, but they have not been cleared after the defeat of Youju, and among mortals, they believe that the older the tree is, the more it will become a psychic tree spirit, and no one dares to offend these two trees.

There were two wine glasses on the stone table, both of which were full, and Wang Yuan drank one by himself, and the other glass of wine was prepared for Zhou Dalai.

"Father planted Zi, mother planted mulberry, who are my parents?" Wang Yuan shook his head and drank a glass of wine, and then raised his head to look at Sang Zi in a stunned silence.

Suddenly, his consciousness moved, and he found two interesting guests in the restaurant, among which the middle-aged man was surrounded by purple qi, but it was not strong, and he was the appearance of an emperor in the world.

"Oh, I didn't expect that the signboard of 'Youyiju' had summoned the emperor, and the girl next to him must be his daughter." Wang Yuan looked at the father and daughter and smiled faintly.

The father's eyes are full of cherishment, and the daughter's eyes are also full of dependence on the father.

An hour later, the two fathers and daughters left Youyouju, and Wang Yuan also regained his senses.

A few days later, Wang Yuan left the restaurant after a few words, went to a quiet place to find the Immortal Sect, and planned to accept a few monks for "Youjiaju".

Under the shroud of Wang Yuan's divine sense, all the sects hidden in the formation have nothing to hide, but the strongest of these sects is only the fourth-class sect.

Unconsciously, Wang Yuan actually headed in the direction of the Linyuan Sect, which may be a hint in his heart.

There are too many memories of the Linyuan faction.Since it was destroyed by Wang Yuan's own hands.It should be occupied by other sects.After all, the foundation of the Linyuan faction is very good.The spiritual veins are sufficient.It can be used as the mountain gate of the third-class sect.

Wang Yuan stood on the boat, looking down at the mountains, rivers, streams and rivers that were rapidly passing below, and suddenly he found the father and daughter a few days ago, that is, the emperor and princess of the great "Yuan" in the mortal world today.

The mountain peak of the Linyuan Sect was already visible, but what surprised Wang Yuan even more was that there was a village under the Linyuan Peak.

The location of the monk's sect is generally isolated from the world, and it will not allow mortals to reproduce at the foot of the mountain, so there is only one possibility, that is, the ruins of the Linyuan sect are not occupied by other sects.

Wang Yuan didn't pay much attention to it, and his divine sense noticed that the father and daughter had entered the village.

In the village, a group of children are chasing and playing, and the laughter of the bell is intertwined, full of innocent charm.

A little girl's big dark eyes blinked, and she shouted milkily to her brothers who were running in front of her, "Wait for me, wait for me."

But what answered her was the laughter of the group of little boys.The little girl's face bulged.There was a stone under her feet.This stone was the size of a head.The little girl kicked on it.Wang Yuan's pupils shrank.Something shocking happened.Something shocking happened.Something shocking happened.

The rock, the size of a human head, was kicked away by the little girl, flew far through the air, and landed in a parabola.

Wang Yuan was sure that he was not mistaken.That was indeed a little girl.A normal strong man would not want to kick a stone that big away.Wang Yuan's vast divine sense entered the little girl's body.Immediately discovered the secret.

"I see, they have a faint spiritual power in their meridians, could it be that the people in this small village are all monks."

With doubts, Wang Yuan's consciousness fell on everyone in the village.

A child the size of a little girl has a relatively weak spiritual power, but it is much stronger than that of mortals, and some adults have very strong spiritual power in their bodies, as if they have reached the second level of Qi cultivation among monks, and there is an old man, presumably the village chief, whose spiritual power in his body has reached the third level of Qi training.

If this village continues to multiply normally, it is likely to become a new family sect, but Wang Yuan can see from the eyes of these villagers that they have no extravagant hopes, and some are just ordinary people.

Wang Yuan also wanted to know more about this magical village, and also became curious about the father and daughter.

The father and daughter walked into the village, and a large group of children pounced on them, shouting happily around them, "Guests, guests."

The men and women of each family came out one after another, smiling and saluting the two, while the emperor and princess returned the salute with their fists.

The village chief walked out accompanied by a man, who was still smoking a dry cigarette, his eyes were bright, his waist was not bent, and he walked with great momentum.

"I'm here to see you again, old man." The emperor smiled and said to the old man.

The old man took a puff of dry cigarette and laughed loudly: "Little Lao'er is not such a big shelf, you are the master of one dynasty, the body of ten thousand respects, and the little old man will give you a compensation."

Seeing this, the emperor stopped the old man first, and hurriedly said: "The old man must not, if it weren't for your old son, there would be no great 'Yuan' today.

"Can't mess around." The old man's eyes widened, and he shouted to the emperor: "If my son dares to plot to usurp the throne, the little old man will be the first to chop him."

Although the old man is relatively old, the little abacus in his heart is very clear, and the words of the emperor are hinting at the old man.

The emperor smiled too, and was invited into the house by the old man.

At this time, some of the villagers had just come back from hunting, and when they saw their woman come out, they asked what was going on.

The women said something for their men, and the men nodded in understanding: "Oh, it turned out to be Wang Yuan."

"Now we can't call Wang Yuan, he's the king of our big 'Yuan', we have to be polite."

......

Wang Yuan's figure was hidden in the air, and he really heard the conversation below, and a strange look flashed in his eyes.

"It's funny that the name is the same as mine." Wang Yuan laughed, there are many mortals in the world, and it is common for names to be heavy.

"In Mu Bingcheng, I heard that this emperor was once a beggar...... "Thinking of this, Wang Yuan raised his eyebrows, and an epiphany flashed, but he didn't catch it.

"Forget it, don't think too much about it, it seems to be karma." Wang Yuan smiled bitterly.This kind of thing may not be explained clearly even by the old monsters of the Tribulation Period.

Immediately, the divine consciousness continued to eavesdrop on the conversation between the emperor and the old man.

The purpose of the emperor's coming here is to ask the old man, that is, the village chief to send a few more villagers to return to the national capital with him.

The old man was smoking a dry cigarette, but he was silent for a long time, sighed lightly, and said to the emperor Wang Yuan: "Don't you think that the people in our village are different?"

Of course, the emperor knew that he had seen the scene of the little girl kicking a stone with a big head in the village, and that when he was fighting in the uprising, his brother, the general who had come out of the village, was invulnerable and brave, and he was undefeated in a battle against an army, and how could he not know the difference in this village.

This is the legendary immortal, immortal.

But in the sky above Wang Yuan, these people are not real monks, they have spiritual power, but they don't have spells, they belong to half monks.

The emperor nodded, and looked at the tower-like man standing behind the old man.

"Do you know why our village is like this?" The old man continued.

This time, the emperor shook his head and said he didn't know.

The old man knocked the dry tobacco to the ground, and turned back to signal the tower-like man, who immediately understood and left immediately.

The old man pointed to the water and said, "The secret of our village lies in this mountain spring."

A bowl of water.

This is the secret. There is no difference between this water, of course, you can't see it, the emperor listens to the old man's words.

"Decades ago, little old man, I took the whole village to escape from the bandits, and I came here.

"Then we gradually found that after drinking the water given by the immortals, the body is very strong, and the young men can hunt with their bare hands."

"The immortal also told us, don't leave here, don't help outsiders, this rule continued until that day, that is, you were chased and killed by the officers and soldiers, and the little old man's son took you in. I thought that this had broken the rules of the immortals, and the immortals would punish you, but I didn't expect the immortal to say to my son, let him leave the village and help you achieve great things."

The more the old man talked, the more excited he became, and he was very proud. A country was brought down by the people of their village, and the emperor had to treat him with courtesy when he saw him.

The emperor's face remained unchanged, but his heart was already fluctuating, and he didn't understand why the immortal had to break the rules for himself.

The old man saw the emperor's doubts, and said mysteriously: "Later, the little old man also asked about the immortals, and he just sighed and said that your name reminded him of the apprentice."

"Name." The emperor was still puzzled.A name can be changed for a country.Isn't it true that anyone named Wang Yuan can get help from the immortals when he comes here.

The emperor offered to meet the immortal and thank him.

The old man showed embarrassment: "Actually, when the little old man talks to the immortals, they are all under the spring water in the village, and we have never seen the true faces of the immortals."

Wang Yuan, who was eavesdropping, flickered his eyes a few times, and his body flickered and he had already appeared below the "holy spring" in this small village.

151 Kanshu.com .