Back in the village, Wang Chuan continued to practice the Taiyin Alchemy and Health Sutra at night, but the time spent on cultivation during the day was significantly reduced, either going up the mountain alone to hunt, or helping to take care of the fields.

Life in the mountain village is very hard and hard, Aunt Li, who is only more than forty years old, is already full of gorgeous hair, and her body is gradually rickety, like Uncle Wang, Uncle Li, some of their hunters in their thirties and forties are also full of vicissitudes of life, the corners of their eyes, and their faces are engraved with deep wrinkles, day after day, in order to make a living, people in the mountains generally age quickly, Wang Chuan sighed, now his ability is limited, he can only help the villagers hunt and grow fields, and do his best before leaving, if he succeeds in cultivation in the future, he will find a way to help these elders strengthen their bodies and prolong their lives。

Two months passed in a hurry, with Wang Chuan's efforts, the life of the small village was much better, every house was piled up a lot of fur, and pieces of air-dried bacon were also dried under the eaves; on this day, Wang Chuan did not go out, and visited one by one one door early, Daoming went to the mind, of course, he did not say that he was looking for immortal fate, only said that he was taking refuge in a distant relative in the city, and the villagers saw that they had made up their minds to go, and they also felt that it was not a bad thing to go to the city to learn the craft, and they all told them to be careful on the road, start a family as soon as possible, and come back to see when they are free.

Back home, a simple tidy up, Wang Chuan set off with a package on his back, just walked out a short distance, but found that the whole village had been waiting quietly at the entrance of the village, Wang Chuan's eyes were a little moist, hurriedly walked in front of everyone, and bowed heavily: "Uncles and aunts, fellow villagers, my parents died when I was a child, and without everyone's help, there would be no Wang Chuan today." ”

Kowtowed to the elders one by one, Wang Chuan got up and walked out of the village, the villagers waved their hands, silently watching his back gradually moving away, and several aunts hid behind people and wiped their tears.

Walking quickly through the forest, turning over a small hill, Wang Chuan stopped, turned around and looked at the village, and vaguely saw that the crowd at the entrance of the village was still standing, after this mountain, the village could not be seen, and the road leading to the distance in front of him was the Xiuxian Road he chose, this road was very long, and now it was just the beginning.

Qianlong Sect is located in Jiangzhou, about two thousand miles away from here, Wang Chuan buried his head in the road during the day, cultivated at night, he was agile, and not afraid of wild beasts, he walked the mountain shortcuts, thirsty to pick up some mountain springs, hungry to hunt wild beasts casually, along the way to eat and sleep in the open, Wang Chuanhei lost a lot of weight, but the two eyes became brighter and brighter, after a month of trekking, has entered the territory of Jiangzhou.

The Qianlong Sect is located on the Qianlong Mountain in the middle of Jiangzhou, and Han Hao left the location and entry method of the Qianlong Sect, otherwise let alone worship the sect, I am afraid that I can't even find the mountain gate, looking from a distance, a mountain that I don't know how high it is is like an optimus pillar, giving people a feeling that this mountain connects the sky and the earth, and climbs all the way along this mountain, it seems that you can climb to the ethereal sky.

At the foot of the mountain, a farmer stayed overnight, Wang Chuan chatted with the villagers at will, the local spread that there is a huge fairy palace on the top of the mountain, the legend that the gods who fly away from the sky are free in the sky, at first there are countless villagers who admire the fairy road and hope to climb to the top of the mountain to seek the fairy fate, but as long as they climb to the mountainside shrouded in white mist, they will unconsciously lose their way, no matter how they go, they are just spinning on the mountainside. After a long time, no one tried to climb the part above the mountainside.

On the second day, Wang Chuan started to climb early, and only climbed to the mountainside in the afternoon, there was a white expanse in front of him, this is the strange white mist, according to Han Hao, this is a small maze in front of the large array of the Qianlong Sect to protect the mountain, there is no lethality, just to avoid the mountain gate being disturbed by the villagers who flock to it, just need to inject a little mana into the jade pendant to pass smoothly, Wang Chuan took out Han Hao's jade pendant, injected mana into it, the jade pendant slowly rose, floating overhead, and then a white light shot towards the dense fog, the white fog in front of him suddenly rolled up, a path for only one person appeared at the foot, and the other end extended to the invisible depths, Wang Chuan walked in without hesitation.

As Wang Chuan walked deeper, the white mist behind him gradually closed, and the mountainside was still blocked by a thick fog.

After walking for about a cup of tea, Wang Chuan felt that his eyes suddenly opened up, a piece of green mountains and green waters, strange peaks rose one after another, looking upwards, faintly visible continuous palace eaves flying tiles, hidden in the mist, like a fairyland, Wang Chuan couldn't help but shake his heart.

Just as he sighed, several streamers quickly flew in front of him and stopped, the first person was dressed in a green shirt, with a delicate face, looking about thirty, looked Wang Chuan up and down, and asked: "Who is coming, why did you break into my Qianlong Sect Mountain Gate for no reason." The remaining few people showed magic weapons in their hands and faintly surrounded Wang Chuan.

Wang Chuan bowed respectfully, and replied, "In the next place, I was a loose cultivator in the mountains and fields, and I accidentally got the relics of your disciples, and I came to return them in accordance with his wishes." ”

When the middle-aged disciple at the head heard this, his face softened, and he gestured slightly, and the disciples in Tsing Yi next to him also put away the magic weapons in their hands, muttered for a while, and asked Wang Chuan again: "I don't know what the name of this disciple who fell outside?"

"His name is Han Hao", Wang Chuan replied.

"Han Hao!" The middle-aged disciple seemed to know Han Hao, his eyes froze, then his face changed greatly, he hesitated for a moment, and said to Wang Chuan, "This matter is very important, you wait here, and I will deal with it later", after that, he took out a talisman seal, said a few words softly, and raised his hand, the talisman seal turned into a flash of fire and flew towards the top of the mountain. "Han Hao, can't it be the nephew of Elder Han who has been missing for a long time, right?" A round-faced disciple on the side asked with a puzzled expression, and the middle-aged disciple bowed slightly: "Exactly, after Han Hao's disappearance, Elder Han personally went out to look for it several times, and even the head of the sect had asked about it, I waited patiently for a while, and waited for the teacher's edict to say."

Several people still surrounded Wang Chuan, but their words and expressions were quite polite, and they no longer looked like they were facing a great enemy before, and Wang Chuan also took the opportunity to talk to several disciples of the same age.

After a while, a white light flew from the top of the mountain, and the middle-aged disciple made a move, and the white light flew straight into his hand, which turned out to be a white jade pendant, and he saw that he put the jade pendant flat in front of his forehead, and after a while, he instructed the rest of the disciples: "You wait to patrol the mountain first, and the head of the sect ordered me to take this person in." ”

The rest of the disciples went to patrol the mountains without mentioning it, the middle-aged disciple patted the storage bag on his waist, and a small disc flew out of it, dripping and spinning a few times to become the size of a round table, he stepped on it first, and beckoned to Wang Chuan: "This little friend, please come with me, I will take you to see the head of this sect." ”

Wang Chuan hesitated for a moment, but still stepped on the disc as he said, and the middle-aged disciple pinched his hand, and the disc-shaped flying machine slowly rose, and a hovering flew rapidly towards the direction of the top of the mountain.

There is a faint light curtain outside the disc shrouded the two of them, although the flight speed is extremely fast, but the clothes inside are not moving, there is no feeling of the wind blowing on the face, Wang Chuan's face is as usual, but his heart is undulating, is this the essence of the Immortal Dao Sect, a small mountain patrol disciple can step on the clouds like this, fly high in the sky, and for a while, I can't help but yearn for the Hidden Dragon Sect a little more.

The scenery under the feet passed quickly, this Hidden Dragon Sect was really like a fairyland, the fairy clouds were swirling, a simple and quiet palace was hidden in the valleys, the strange peaks were stacked, pieces of auspicious clouds were suspended between the peaks, and countless cranes flew and hovered in the clouds, making a crisp chirp.

The disc continued to climb upward, the mountain peaks under his feet gradually became smaller and farther away, Wang Chuan suddenly saw a white expanse in front of him, he didn't distinguish things, he actually entered the thick white clouds, in the face of this strange scene that mortals can never see, Wang Chuan involuntarily clenched his fists, galloped between heaven and earth, flying above the white clouds, what a leisurely situation.

After a while, the disc with a long cloud gas, rushed out of the clouds, a majestic mountain peak appeared in front of him, in the depths of the white clouds, faintly there was a fairy sound faintly came, the disc flew towards the peak, after a tea time, slowly descended in front of a majestic hall, the middle-aged disciple asked Wang Chuan to wait outside the hall, and went back to his life.

Wang Chuan stood quietly outside the main hall, looking around with some curiosity, there was a huge plaque hanging above his head, with three big characters of "Qianlong Palace" written on it, this hall was as high as more than ten zhang, the style was vicissitudes and simple, and the whole body was built with an unknown blue-gold boulder.

Outside the hall is a huge square, is also paved with blue-gold boulders, the square is hundreds of zhang in circumference, at this time except Wang Chuan and no one, it seems extremely empty, in the center of the square stands a three-legged giant copper tripod several zhang high, this copper tripod seems to be old, the color is dark, but the surface of the mysterious lines make it appear a little extraordinary.

The white clouds in the distance are floating under their feet, and the clouds on the square are ethereal, like being in a fairyland.

Wang Chuan is completely a countryman who entered the city, he was originally a hunter in a mountain village, with shallow knowledge, relying on some notes from Han Hao to understand the scale and half of the immortal cultivation world, what he saw and heard today made him dizzy and fascinated, yearning, and strengthened his heart to climb the immortal path.