Bamboo forest, Fu Zong is located in the mountain, the vegetation on the mountain is mostly trees, and there are few bamboo forests.

Han Leng stood outside the bamboo forest, in front of his eyes was the boundless sea of bamboo, one by one the bamboo trees towered, the bamboo leaves swayed lightly with the wind, like ripples on the sea.

A faint bamboo fragrance was gently carried by the breeze to the tip of Han Leng's nose, he sniffed, and the fragrance suddenly spread in his body, as if he had drunk a cup of weak tea, and his body and mind were refreshed.

This bamboo forest is the residence of Hansong Zhenren, he still went to the Tibetan Fu Pavilion to find someone to inquire for a long time, only to know this place, it is strange to say, the road name is called Hansong Zhenren, but the residence is located in a bamboo forest, why not call Cuizhu Zhenren?

Han Leng thought to himself, but he didn't come up with any clues, maybe the seniors who were advanced in Taoism liked to take some strange titles, anyway, it was just a title.

Ignoring the matter of the road number, Han Leng stepped into the bamboo forest.

The bamboo path, the winding path is quiet, completely paved with cobblestones, the pieces are round, the gaps in the middle are also filled by fine sand, some places have fallen some soil, there are a few tenacious grass breaking out of the soil, adding a bit of vitality to the pebble road.

Stepping on the path, the raised pebbles are pressed against the soles of the feet through the boots, stimulating the acupuncture points on the soles of the feet.

There was a strange light flashing in Han Leng's eyes, he always felt that the arrangement of these pebbles was regular, no matter where his feet landed, he could always feel the massage of at least five pebbles, these acupuncture points were all to promote body circulation, and the spiritual power in his dantian would also be affected, and there was a burst of warmth in his body.

After a long time, Han Leng finished this journey, and his expression seemed to be a little unfinished, but after leaving the bamboo forest, an ordinary ...... Even thatched huts, which can be described as rudimentary, appeared.

This thatched house is only made of bamboo poles to prop up a general shape, and the rest of the house is made of thatched piled up, usually blocking a light rain, the breeze is okay, but when it encounters a violent storm, it will definitely tear the roof over.

Han Leng looked at the few places on the thatched house that were obviously newly repaired, and thought to himself that this house had probably experienced the baptism of the wind several times.

Is this really the accommodation treatment of the sect elder? Why is it not as luxurious as the dormitory of his inner disciple, this old man can't be lying to him, right?

A series of question marks crossed Han Leng's mind, but the old man's cultivation was very high, so he shouldn't deceive people casually, and that Hundred Runes Sutra was indeed a more precious item in the sect, and if he didn't have a certain amount of power, he couldn't take out the original version.

Just as Han Leng was thinking, the door of the simple thatched house creaked open, and the aging bearings seemed to be broken at any time, and the bamboo door was also crumbling.

"Don't stand outside, come in and talk about something. ”

Han Song's old voice came from inside the room.

Han Leng didn't dare to slack off, and immediately walked towards the thatched house.

When I entered the house, I saw a white-robed and white-haired old man sitting cross-legged on a futon, the old man's face was kind, and his eyes were full of the light of a wise man, which seemed to contain stars.

In front of Hanmatsu was a small table with a tall incense burner, and a piece of ambergris was burning in the hearth, and the smoke was rising vertically into the air, and the room was filled with a faint fragrance.

After Han Leng came in, he saw a futon in front of him, and sat up cross-legged without saying a word.

Seeing this, Han Song Zhenren, who was meditating, couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, but the corners of his mouth were slightly smiling.

There may be a few people who don't understand the rules like this in this Fu Sect, but I am afraid that there is only one person who dares to do this in this bamboo forest hut.

"Why are you so rude, the old man hasn't let you sit down yet, but you are quite conscious. Hansong said.

Han Leng coughed lightly, and didn't make any movements to get up, and said directly and shamelessly: "It's really not easy for the disciple to find here, his feet are almost numb, and he just entered the house, and when he saw this futon, he sat down uncontrollably as soon as his feet were weak, and he hoped that his predecessors would be strange." ”

"You just have a more clever mouth...... Han Song Zhenren said with a smile, he looked at Han Leng carefully, his eyes suddenly froze, and he said with a little surprise: "You have already produced the golden pill?"

I remember that when I saw him a few days ago, he was still only in the late stage of foundation building, although there was only a realm gap from the Jindan period, but the difficulty in this was only experienced by monks in the late stage of foundation building.

This young man is not simple, obviously his qualifications are average, but the speed of cultivation is something that makes those who are regarded as geniuses feel ashamed.

Han Leng knew that he couldn't hide the eyes of the old man in front of him, so he didn't hide it, anyway, he was now half of the old man's apprentice.

"I accidentally broke through, alas, originally the disciple was going to find time to retreat and cultivate for a while, but now he has saved time. Han Leng said modestly at all, his face was not red and his heart was not beating.

Han Song Zhenren knew Han Leng's virtues, and he didn't accuse him of pride, but his eyes suddenly showed a strange color, as if he had found something interesting.

"Old man, why do you think that your spiritual power in the Jindan period is a little mixed, and even a little negative, although you don't have a pure spiritual root, but the spiritual root of the fire attribute is on the strong side, it stands to reason that your spiritual power should be the most rigid and yang. Han Song Zhenren said with interest.

This can be called a soul question, Han Leng's face turned red instantly, how could this old man still be able to see through his spiritual power attributes?

"That...... This one...... Let's not talk about that yet. In any case, isn't it a good thing that the disciples have succeeded in forming the Dan? Moreover, the disciples have definitely relied on normal methods to cultivate, and have not done anything that hurts the heavens and reason. Han Leng explained embarrassedly, he remembered the words of the frost woman at the beginning, and whenever he remembered something, his neck felt a slight chill.

"That's right, with your qualifications, the old man has only seen three people in his life, and you are one of them. Speaking of which, the first person the old man has ever met, he still has some relationship with you. Han Song's eyes showed a look of reminiscence, as if those memories were very distant, had been covered by the years, and he had to dig deep to find them.

Han Leng was stunned, he came to the Eastern Wilderness from the Central Plains, no one should know about this matter in the Fu Sect, how could the old man say such a thing.

"What do you say about the senior, the disciple is only over twenty this year, so it is impossible for him to deal with the people you know. Han Leng asked suspiciously.

Han Song Zhenren stroked his beard and said, "You don't have to worry, the old man won't tell your true identity." There's always the shadow of that old guy in you. If the old man guessed correctly, the first sect you worship should be the strongest Xuanling Sect in the Central Plains, right?"

Han Leng was shocked when he heard this, and his back even instantly cooled, the old man knew so much.

"Well, what the predecessor said is right, the disciple is indeed from the Xuanling Sect in the Central Plains. The old friend you are talking about should be the predecessor of Xuan Lingzi, the founder of this sect. Han Leng quickly calmed down, and there was a chill coming from the corner of the building in his mind, soothing his emotions.

Xuan Lingzi's name has long resounded in the five directions of the human world, but unfortunately it fell too early, and no one knows the real reason for Xuan Lingzi's fall, which has brought a permanent mystery to the human world.

"Well, that's him. The old man feels that there is some shadow of him on you. Hansong Zhenren said.

Han Lengxin said that of course, all his knowledge was inherited from Xuan Lingzi, and subtly, he and Xuan Lingzi would naturally become more and more similar.

"I didn't expect our founding patriarch to be so famous, even the predecessors knew him. Han Leng took the opportunity to brag.

Han Song Zhenren smiled and said: "The wood is beautiful in the forest, and the wind will destroy it." Too rigid and easy to break, Xuan Lingzi is this kind of person, he is too strong, at that time he also had this strength, looking at the world, no one dared to argue with him, and later he still ......" sighed.

"Don't talk about it, it's all in the past. Tell me what are you doing here, you have studied the Hundred Fu Sutra thoroughly?" Han Song turned to Han Leng in his words.

Han Leng also retracted his thoughts and began to think about how he could ask for a mountain peak to allow him to cultivate.

"It's only been a few days, and even if the disciple has the ability to never forget, he can't understand it if he remembers. However, after reading carefully, the disciples already have a general understanding in their hearts, and they will definitely understand it thoroughly before the competition. Han Leng said, in fact, he had already studied the Hundred Fu Sutra thoroughly, but he still decided not to say it to scare the old man.

Han Song Zhenren nodded with satisfaction, he had a certain understanding so quickly, and he could be regarded as having a rune talent.

"Then what are you doing here?" asked Hanmatsu Masa.

Han Leng sat down with a serious expression and said: "The disciple came this time to find a high mountain peak, and only by standing on the top of the world can the disciple speed up his comprehension of the Hundred Fu Sutra." ”

"This is the first time the old man has heard that the improvement of Fu Dao attainments has little to do with altitude. I'm afraid you kid have other plans, right?" said Han Song Zhenren to the point.

Han Leng said with an embarrassed face: "Sure enough, nothing can escape the eyes of the seniors, and the disciples choose a high place for the sake of a practice." ”

Han Song Zhenren nodded slightly, and did not ask what the exercises were, he knew that everyone had their own privacy, and it was useless to ask more.

"Well, the highest mountain in the sect is the Star Picking Peak of the Qinyin Workshop. It's just that it's towering into the clouds, and the aura is thin. Even the outer disciples can't look down on it, do you really want to go?" Han Song Zhenren said after pondering for a moment.

Picking Star Peak, this name is very high as soon as you hear it, and what he is cultivating is the Seven Star Quenching Body Dafa, and the two are just a good match.

"This is the place where the disciple went! Han Leng said excitedly.

Han Song Zhenren was silent for a while when he heard this, that Xingxing Peak belonged to the Qinyin Workshop, and it was a place where female disciples in the Fu Sect gathered, and male disciples could not enter without permission.

And on the mountainside of the Star Picking Peak, there is also the senior sister of the Qinyin Workshop who lives, and that woman is a relatively difficult character to mess with.

Han Leng saw that Han Song's face was different, and he privately thought that it was not easy to move in to Picking Star Peak, so he said: "If this matter makes the seniors embarrassed, then the disciple will not go." But if I practice in my original place, the progress of my exercise must be very slow, and my mood will be bad, and I may have to slow down the study of the Hundred Fu Sutra. ”

Han Songzhen's eyes widened, and he said loudly: "What are you talking about, isn't it just picking up the star peak, the old man can solve it with a word." ”