The sun was shining, and it was close to noon, Xian Xundao and Wang Dashi came to the destination of this trip.

The first thing that caught their eyes was a piece of Qionglou Yuyu, pavilions and pavilions. In the meantime, the clouds and mist are shrouded, the fairy sound is ethereal, and the zigzag patterned steps wind among them, leading to the depths of the hall.

At first glance, it does not look like a wilderness in the deep mountains, but it looks like the residence of princes and generals in the secular world.

Wang Dashi was a little dumbfounded, and snorted coldly in a low voice: "What a hermit master, the palace pavilions built here are higher than the specifications of Huang Zi Gongqing!"

Because at the gate of this pavilion palace, there were people visiting everywhere, so Wang Dashi didn't dare to speak loudly anymore, so he could only turn sideways and whisper to Xian Xundao to vent his grievances.

Xian Xundao didn't say anything, just looked at the palace in front of him, and sure enough, after a while, he found that there was a medium spiritual vein located under this luxurious pavilion. It seems that the place where this Hengling Ancestor lives is also a treasure of feng shui.

Wang Dashi soon ceased to be resentful and no longer "talking", but in a place where people gathered outside this palace complex, like the rest of the guests who came to pay their respects, handed over his birthday gifts, and then registered his name.

Wang Dashi prepared a centennial ginseng in advance, which was a treasure that he had treasured for more than ten years, but he gritted his teeth and firmly stretched out his hand and handed over the centennial ginseng to the person who registered.

The registered people are three middle-aged red-robed men, who have an extraordinary demeanor and conversation, and deal with them decently, and they have been accepting people who have arrived early since the morning, and until now, they are still full of smiles, and they can't see any fake or tired feelings, which makes people feel bored.

Wang Dashi breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that his name was written in that thick gift book.

"Brother Xian, what kind of birthday gift have you prepared?" Wang Dashi walked to Xian Xundao's side and asked with a smile.

Immortal Xundao no longer looked at the surrounding "time" and "location", turned his head, and took out a pocket-sized small sword from his sleeve: "A spirit weapon flying sword." ”

Wang Dashi glanced at it casually, and then his eyes suddenly widened, "Brother Xian, this is ...... This is a spiritual weapon!"

"I know, that's why I gave it to this Hengling Ancestor, presumably he will have a beloved descendant. Immortal Xundao pinched the small spirit weapon flying sword and said with a smile.

A spiritual weapon is a weapon that does not require the user's cultivation to be very high, and can exert greater power. Because the spiritual weapon is different from those ordinary weapons, it itself can store the spiritual power of heaven and earth, and once it is powerful, it cannot be underestimated.

Of course, this is not to say that spiritual weapons are stronger than those ordinary weapons. It's up to the user. For those powerful grandmasters, great grandmasters, and world-strong people, if they really want to fight for their lives, the spirit weapon not only can't help themselves, but is a burden.

But for monks below the top three grades, the spiritual weapon is a big killing weapon, and it is their own hole card and heritage. The descendants of those great sects often have a spiritual weapon given by their elders to save their lives.

Wang Dashi's heart was itchy, and his eyes were a little distressed, but he remained calm on the surface, and he just coughed twice, ready to say something, to dissuade this virtuous brother's "ignorant behavior", in his opinion, this fledgling young virtuous brother didn't know what a spiritual weapon was at all, and he accidentally got a spiritual weapon but squandered it like this, he wanted to dissuade it.

But before he could speak, Xian Xundao walked to the crowded registration office.

When Wang Dashi walked over, Xian Xundao had already handed over the spiritual weapon, and a middle-aged man in a red robe took it with a smile, and flicked his fingers towards the body of the small sword twice, making a crisp sound, and the middle-aged man in red robe smiled even more.

"Brother Xian! Hey!" Wang Dashi was so heartbroken that he almost beat his chest.

But soon Wang Dashi recovered his "master's demeanor" and walked into the gate of the mansion that was as tall as a city gate with Xian Xundao.

As soon as he entered the door, Wang Dashi became lively again and began to whisper everything about this luxurious mansion to Xian Xundao.

"Brother Xian, this stream is usually needed by the ancestor of Hengling when he holds a 'Qushui Liuzhen' Qing Talk, because at that time, the garden of that 'Liuzhen Garden' was full of elegant people, and there were no servants and slaves serving wine and tea, so they used this stream as a link for automatic wine and tea. ”

"Brother Xian, look, that pavilion is the very famous 'Guandao Pavilion', and according to legend, it is in this pavilion that the ancestor of Hengling entered the realm of the upper three grades!"

"Brother Xian, this is the Xiaoling Mountain, which is known as the 'Mountain Mountain', and it is a boulder that the Hengling Ancestor used to move from the peak of Hengling Mountain with supreme supernatural powers. ”

"Virtuous Brother ,............"

Along the way, Wang Dashi introduced in detail some of the "places of interest" that they passed through, and on the way, many people who came here for the first time or did not know about the relevant matters were also enthusiastic and sometimes asked Wang Dashi questions.

Wang Dashi tried his best to answer everyone's questions with some pride, and at this time he walked in the middle of a group of people, like the stars and the moon.

Xian Xundao also listened to Wang Dashi with great interest. This is the first time he has walked the rivers and lakes, no, it should be said that it is the first time he has walked out of the sect of the Bagua Immortal Array Sect.

Although he has been walking for several years, his interest in the previous twenty years has not been exhausted, and he still has a novel attitude towards many things.

Everyone followed the flow of people and the guidance of the servants in the Hengling Ancestor Mansion, and after nearly two quarters of an hour, they came to the center of this mansion.

Everyone stopped one after another, hundreds of people had gathered here, and there were people coming here one after another.

In front of everyone, there is a tall pavilion, a total of more than a dozen floors, layer by layer, all engraved with all kinds of birds and beasts, vivid, vivid and expressive. The whole pavilion is magnificent, and there is even a plaque in the center of the pavilion, engraved with several eye-catching characters.

"Star Picking Tower"

The name and the appearance of the pavilion make people feel awe.

There were hundreds of people present, with different identities and disparities in status, including well-known heroes in the rivers and lakes within a radius of hundreds of miles, literati and scholars known to women and children for thousands of miles, and clansmen from big families who dominated a radius of thousands of miles, but at this time, in this building, none of them dared to speak loudly. At this time, Wang Dashi kept his mouth shut tightly, and did not introduce this most famous star-picking tower in the entire mansion to the immortal Xundao beside him.

After another moment, this wide venue has gathered thousands of people who have come to pay their respects, but it is still not crowded at all, people gather in groups of three or five to smile and greet each other with acquaintances, and some people meet well-known heroes or well-known writers, so they smile and toast. In this wide open space, there are many wooden tables in between, and the wooden tables are filled with altars of wine and wine glasses used to hold wine.

In this birthday banquet, many people came to see the famous Hengling ancestor who was thousands of miles away, and many people were to meet well-known people who also came to participate in the birthday banquet, which was also a purpose for everyone.

Just when everyone's conversation was in full swing, when more than a dozen old men appeared at the door of the first floor of the Star Picking Building at the same time, everyone suddenly fell silent.