It wasn't until the sun set and night fell that Qiao Yuan returned to the old man's house.

As soon as he entered, a different kind of fragrance came to his nose, and when he looked up, he saw that the old man was sitting around a pile of wood with the sturdy man, enjoying dinner.

"The immortal master is back, your room has been cleaned up, it's next door, if the immortal master ......"

When the old man saw Qiao Yuan enter the door, he hurriedly put down the dishes and chopsticks and greeted him, and said with great reverence, but before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Qiao Yuan waving his hand.

"Uncle, you don't have to call me Immortal Master in the future, it sounds really awkward, you can call me Qiao Yuan. "Immortal Master, Immortal Fan is different,......"

It was the first time for the old man to see such an approachable monk, so he was stunned for a moment before continuing to speak.

Before he finished his words, Qiao Yuan walked slowly to the firewood, picked up the dishes and chopsticks unceremoniously, and put a bowl of miscellaneous fish stew from the pot.

The three of them sat around the firewood, Qiao Yuan didn't have a little severance, he completely regarded himself as a mortal, and ate and drank with them and chatted.

The old man and the two were a little unaccustomed at first, but after a long time, the two of them also saw that Qiao Yuan was very easy-going, so they also relaxed.

The old man's name was Qian Dafu, and the people in the village called him Qian Old Man.

And the sturdy man is the youngest son of the old man Qian, his name is Qian Xuewen, and his name is crepe, but he is actually an extremely honest and simple person.

To Qiao Yuan's surprise, this old man Qian also had two sons, both of whom were monks, and he was a thug in the largest immortal cultivation family in this seaside land.

After dinner, Qiao Yuan chatted casually with the two of them, and then returned to the next room.

The room was not big, but it was very clean by Qian Xuewen, Qiao Yuan sat cross-legged on the bed, and a smile of interest appeared on the corner of his mouth.

This small fishing village looks ordinary, but there are many mortals with spiritual roots, which is quite rare in the cultivation world.

You must know that there is only one in a thousand mortals who have spiritual roots, and this small fishing village is only about a hundred or so households, and the total population does not exceed two hundred, but there are dozens of people with spiritual roots.

This probability is too great, and what makes Qiao Yuan even more strange is that this should be the place where the sect absorbs fresh blood and focuses on it, but none of the sects include this in the territory.

There must be a demon when things are abnormal, and Qiao Yuan can be sure that there must be some secrets in this small fishing village.

However, this is not the purpose of his trip, if he has time, he can investigate, if he does not have time, then he will leave it at that.

Thinking of this, Qiao Yuan dispersed the mixed thoughts in his heart, closed his eyes, and sank into cultivation.

Time flies, it is a month, Qiao Yuan has been completely integrated into the life of the fishing village, and when he has nothing to do, he will go to sea to fish with Old Man Qian.

Under his special explanation, except for Old Man Qian and Qian Xuewen who knew that Qiao Yuan was a monk, no one else in the village knew about it.

At dusk on this day, Qiao Yuan was returning from fishing with Old Man Qian, but he felt something, and hurriedly looked up into the distance, only to see three monks flying here in a hurry.

The three monks were two men and one woman, and the man in black in his thirties in front of him was a monk in the late stage of Jindan, while the man and a woman behind him were the foundation builders.

Qiao Yuan's gaze swept over the three of them one by one, and finally stopped on the face of the man who had built a complete foundation, and a monstrous wave suddenly set off in his heart.

The man was handsome, his face was as white as jade, he was wearing a white robe, and he was holding a folding fan in his right hand, and he looked like a scholar who was powerless.

He knew this man, and he was very impressed.

A picture suddenly appeared in Qiao Yuan's mind.

In the dense jungle, a sturdy teenager kept shuttling through the jungle, and behind the boy were two people who showed cat-and-mouse looks, smiling and chasing after him.

The picture turned again, and a young man who looked like a scholar threw out a rope and flew towards the boy like a poisonous snake, but the young man grabbed the rattan with dexterity and avoided the restraint of the rope.

Immediately after that, another man with a scar threw out a dagger with a cruel smile, the dagger was too fast, and the boy had no time to dodge, so he could only passively block it.

But just as the dagger was close to an inch of the young man's hands, it hovered strangely, and then a gust of wind struck, and the scholar-like young man and the scar man disappeared into the sky before they could scream.

The young man who looked like a scholar in the picture was exactly the same as the man who was flying towards here, and he was at the foot of Qingfeng Mountain, trying to capture Qiao Yuan's Bai Wenshu alive.

At that time, Qiao Yuan was just a mortal boy, and he had almost no resistance in the face of the monks, but fortunately, he was saved by Xiao Fengqing.

Later, Qiao Yuan also used the power of Tie Mo to teach Yang Yan Zhenren, Bai Wenshu, and Xu Dao Scar a lesson, and Yang Yan Zhenren was even more frightened and made a blood oath and was willing to become his slave.

That was Qiao Yuan's first contact with the monk, and he was very impressed, after so many years, he still clearly remembered the voices and faces of Yang Yan Zhenren, Bai Wenshu and Xu Dao Scar.

Now he has grown from a teenager to a young man, although his body shape and appearance have changed, but if you look closely, you can still see the shadow of his youth.

However, Bai Wenshu was in a hurry, and he didn't pay attention to Qiao Yuan who was mixed with the fishermen, and just flew straight towards the sea.

This is also thanks to Qiao Yuan's constant concealment of cultivation, otherwise, even if Bai Wenshu can't find out, that Jindan late-stage monk can find out that he is a monk without divine sense.

"Another immortal master is coming. ”

Old man Qian couldn't help but exclaim when he saw the three people flying rapidly in the sky, but in a blink of an eye, he couldn't see the three of them anymore.

Qiao Yuan turned around and looked, even if he didn't use his divine sense, his eyesight was much stronger than that of mortals.

From a distance, he saw that the three of them did not stop at all, but flew directly to the sea, flying overseas at an unabated speed.

Qiao Yuan's eyes showed a look of thought, and secretly said that these three people came here in a hurry, and they didn't take a boat, and flew directly overseas, what was the purpose.

If it was for other monks, Qiao Yuan didn't bother to pay attention to it at all.

But that Bai Wenshu is a disciple of Tongyuan Sect, and Tongyuan Sect is located in Wutaitai, which is a million miles away from here, and it is really curious that he came all the way here.

Thinking of this, Qiao Yuan's divine sense sank into the space bead, explained a few words to Bai Yue, and let it follow.

After being a mortal for a month, he was really a little depressed, and the old grandson would not be able to come back for at least a month, so he became a little interested in those three people.

"Uncle Qian, you go back first. ”

Qiao Yuan turned around and said a word to Old Man Qian and Qian Xueshu, and hurriedly walked towards the beach.

Old man Qian had dealt with the monk a lot, and he knew what to ask and what not to ask, so he pretended to be nothing, and silently dragged the fishing net with Qian Xueshu and walked towards home.

Walking to the beach, Qiao Yuan took out a mask and put it on his face, and his face changed instantly.

Before figuring out the purpose of the three people, Qiao Yuan didn't want to reveal his identity, although it was possible that Bai Wenshu had forgotten about himself, but it was better to be cautious.

Standing on the beach and waiting quietly, from dark to dawn, until noon the next day, a silver light flew from the place where the sea and the sky met and landed in front of Qiao Yuan.

Bai Yue immediately pounced on Qiao Yuan, screaming, if it was someone else, he would definitely be confused, but Qiao Yuan understood its meaning very clearly.

After Bai Wenshu and the three of them went to sea, they flew tens of thousands of miles, and finally found a small island to hide.

According to Bai Yue's observation, all three of them had some injuries on their bodies, and they were hiding on the island just to heal their injuries.

"Heal, could it be that they were hunted down?"

Qiao Yuan's expression moved, and he had a guess in his heart.

Thinking of this, he soared directly into the air, with Bai Yue leading the way, and flew quickly towards overseas.

Although a late-stage Jindan monk was a little tricky, but now that person was injured, Qiao Yuan was not afraid at all.

However, he didn't want to startle the snake, but was just going to observe the three people secretly to see what their purpose was.

A few hours later, Qiao Yuan landed on a reef island the size of a hundred zhang, and his eyes looked to the east.

According to Bai Yue, this place is less than a thousand miles away from the small island where the three people are hiding, so it is good to observe it secretly.

Then he sent Bai Yue out, and he set up a hidden formation on the island.

His concealment technique is not as good as Bai Yue's, and without complete grasp, it is inconvenient for Qiao Yuan to investigate in person.

Half a month in a flash, the three of them didn't move at all, and Qiao Yuan couldn't help frowning.

If in another half a month, the three of them are still hiding on the island, he must go back to the fishing village to see if the old grandson comes back, after all, going to sea to explore the battlefield in the East China Sea is the right thing.

Early the next morning, Qiao Yuan was studying the jade slip that Duan Tiangu gave him, but he suddenly felt something, put away the jade slip, and looked up at the sky.

I saw that there were two Changhong in the west flying towards this place rapidly, and Qiao Yuan could determine that the two of them must be monks above the middle stage of Jindan just by looking at their speed.

Because he was hidden on the island and could not use his divine sense, he could not see through the light and know the physical appearance of the two men.

However, he could judge that these two people were so fast, obviously there was something urgent, maybe it was related to Bai Wenshu and the three of them.

The two Changhongs flashed by, and he didn't notice that there was a monk on the island, Qiao Yuan pondered for a moment, gathered his whole body's breath, and followed the two Changhongs from a distance.

However, after a cup of tea, Qiao Yuan determined his thoughts, and these two people were really related to Bai Wenshu and the three of them.

The two Changhongs hovered directly above a small island full of green trees, and the two powerful breaths spread violently, directly covering the entire island.

Slowly, the light dissipated, revealing the figures and faces of the two.

The person on the right is a short, stocky middle-aged man, dressed in a wide brocade robe, but he can't cover his greasy belly, and there are more than a dozen strings of gold beads and jade hanging from his thick neck, looking like a local tyrant squire.

And the person on the left is a middle-aged Taoist priest wearing a blue Taoist robe, holding a whisk of dust, with a good appearance and an extraordinary temperament, looking very fairy-like Dao bones.

Thirty miles away, Qiao Yuan's gaze fell on the middle-aged Taoist priest on the left, and his expression immediately changed, and he was even more impressed by that person, it was Yang Yan Zhenren who had made a blood oath and became his slave.

Thinking of this, he heard Yang Yan Zhenren shouting angrily at the island below.

"Wicked, don't come out quickly and die. ”

The angry shouts were heard, and a crowd of birds and birds were immediately startled, but no one appeared.

Yang Yan Zhenren frowned, his expression was gloomy like water, and after waiting for a while, he directly shook the dust in his hand and waved it downward.

Three thousand silver filaments of dust moved, and immediately hundreds of rays of light fell towards the island.

The boom echoed, and each ray of light detonated a spot, but in a matter of moments, the mountain peaks collapsed, the trees cracked, and the entire island was devastated and nearly collapsed.

At this moment, Bai Yue quietly returned to Qiao Yuan's side, and immediately sent out a divine thought.

"Ran away?"

The corners of Qiao Yuan's mouth were slightly hooked, revealing a hint of interesting arc, and he muttered in a low voice.