The Yufeng Mountain Range stretches for thousands of miles, with countless large and small peaks, the highest of which is called Shangqing Peak, and around it, there are seven slightly smaller peaks, which surround Shangqing Peak like the stars and the moon.

It is rumored that a young scholar who had traveled the world came to this Yufeng Mountain, and saw that it was like a fairyland, so he was reluctant to leave, so he set up a grass house on the top of Shangqing Peak and lived in seclusion here, which was the predecessor of the first immortal cultivation sect in later generations, Xuantian Palace.

This scholar sits on the Shangqing Peak all day long, watching the sun rise and the moon sets, feeling the heavens and enlightenment, all day long, only to see the glow on the Shangqing Peak, a golden light straight into the sky, it turns out that this scholar finally understands the avenue, feathering and flying immortals and goes, this scholar is also called Fuyao Shangzun by later generations, and the feathering of Fuyao Shangzun also opens a door of hope for its later people.

In the period of enlightenment, Fuyao Shangzun also traveled all over the world, and received a disciple, after Fuyao Shangzun feathered and flew immortals, his disciple also stayed in Shangqing, and continued to feel the cultivation experience left by Fuyao Shangzun.

At this point, the number of people in Qingfeng on Yufeng Mountain is increasing, and this disciple of Fuyao Shangzun wants to pass on the master's Taoism, so he established a small sect, Xuantian Palace.

After a thousand years, the number of people in the Xuantian Palace has gradually grown, the number of people has increased, and the fame has become bigger and bigger, and the entrance hall of Shangqing Peak is also slightly smaller, so the people of Xuantian Palace have discussed and divided the seven veins on the seven peaks around Shangqing Peak.

At this point, the development of Xuantian Palace has been perfected, and its momentum is also in full swing, but it is not the first immortal sect in the world.

A hundred years ago, Ziyang, the eldest disciple of the first line of Qingfeng in the Xuantian Palace, and Ling Hai, the second disciple of the first line of Jinzhufeng, joined hands to break through the world, and slashed the demon beast Purple Xuanjiao Dragon in the lake on the shore of Jinlong Lake, and returned the peace of Jinlong Lake I.

Outside Luofeng City, he fought with the first master of the Demon Dao Six Sects, the Blood Demon Ancestor, for three days and three nights, and finally defeated him and captured him alive, and brought him back to the Xuantian Palace Ten Thousand Thunder Cave to suppress it, so as to ensure the peace of the side in Luofeng City.

The two brothers and sisters traveled the world, and what they did pushed the fame of Xuantian Palace to a supreme point, and Ziyang even achieved the first place in the Shengshi Martial Arts Conference, and was known as the world's first immortal cultivation genius, so Xuantian Palace was pushed to the position of the first immortal cultivation faction, and thus successfully became the current head of Xuantian Palace.

However, some people commented that Ling Hai's strength was still above that of Senior Brother Ziyang, because there was such a saying in the world, not afraid of Ziyang Qingyu Sword, but afraid of Ling Hai's hand with the knife.

This Ling Hai's strength is not weaker than his senior brother at all, but it is a pity that God is jealous of talents, thirty years ago, Ling Hai, who was already the person in charge of the Jinzhufeng lineage, should have accepted more disciples and strengthened the Jinzhufeng lineage.

But for some reason, without anyone knowing its purpose, he killed the north of the Holy Land of the Demon Sect alone, and with a golden knife in his hand, he slaughtered the Illusory Demon Sect, one of the six Demon Dao Sects, and since then, only five of the six Demon Dao Sects remain, and Ling Hai has never returned, and on the Golden Bamboo Peak, only one apprentice who followed Ling Hai in the early years was left.

Today, Xuantian Palace has long been the leader of the world's righteous path of cultivating immortals, and I don't know how many people in the world want to worship under the door of Xuantian Palace, but how many people can't even find the mountain gate of Xuantian Palace.

At this time, a caravan of 100 people was slowly entering the range of the Yufeng Mountain Range, looking at the dress of these caravans, it is estimated that this caravan should have come here from the distant Mobei.

In the land of Mobei, the yellow sand is thousands of miles, and this caravan can pass through thousands of miles of yellow sand, and it has suffered a lot.

On the carriage at the back of the caravan sat two young boys.

One of the children, with their hair scattered, was holding a roast leg of lamb in their hands, and said with a smile to the other boy, "Qin Tian, look at this mountain range in the distance, there are countless large and small peaks, I often hear several uncles in the caravan say that these high and high immortals like to live in these places, do you think there will be immortals in this mountain?"

Qin Tian looked at several peaks in the distance, shook his head and said, "I know when I go there, I'm not an immortal, besides, Xihan, you don't know that those uncles know how to brag and coax children, don't listen to their nonsense."

This Qin Tian, his hair is tightly tied behind his head, and the clothes on his body are clean and tidy, but he is gnawing on the roast leg of mutton, the hair that is scattered, and because of the possibility of roasting the leg of mutton, his face is full of oil, and the clothes on his body are also messily put on his body, lying on the carriage, in that way, it is a little better than a beggar, but it gives people a feeling of bohemianism.

It was getting dark, and after a day's journey, the caravan also entered the heart of the Yufeng Mountains, found a small forest and began to unload and light a fire, ready to rest for the night, and wait for the next morning to continue the journey.

The caravan traveled north and south, accustomed to the life of eating and sleeping in the open air, and after a while, several fires were already burning with a raging fire, and everyone gathered around the fire, each took out the prepared dry food from their baggage and ate it, and from time to time told some meat jokes, adding some vitality to the silent mountain forest.

At this time, an old monk slowly walked over from a distance.

The old monk's beard has hung down to his chest, and it has completely turned white, but the skin on his face is very ruddy, although he walks very slowly, but it is not like the average old man staggering, but the pace is steady, which makes people feel very solid.

The people of the caravan also noticed this old monk, after all, it is in the wilderness here, and it is already dark, what do you mean by an old monk still wandering around here.

The old monk saw that the people in the caravan were all looking at him, folded his hands, smiled at everyone and said Buddha words, and planned to continue walking, but as soon as he took a step, the old monk froze, and then turned his head to look at everyone with a surprised face, but the depth of his eyes stayed on one of them.

Seeing that the old monk was about to leave, but for some reason he saw that he and the others were silent, and everyone in the caravan was even more puzzled.

At this time, I saw a middle-aged man get up and walk up to the old monk, and asked with a smile, "I don't know if there is something wrong with the master, otherwise why are you staring at us?"

This person's name is Qin Shiqing, he is the big whip of this caravan, and he is also Qin Tian's father.

The old monk was stunned when he heard this, and then said with a smile, "The donor smiled, the old monk, I have traveled all over the world, I am a little thirsty when I pass by here tonight, and I want to ask the donor for saliva to drink, just look at your dress, it should be from Mobei, the water source of Mobei is precious, I don't know how to open my mouth to the donors."

"Hahaha" Qin Shiqing heard this, laughed and said, "The master said that the water source of our Mobei is indeed precious, but this is no longer Mobei, come and come, come and sit."

As he spoke, Qin Shiqing pulled the old monk to sit back next to the fire, and then handed the old monk a water bladder.

The old monk said Buddha words, took the water bladder, poured a sip, and then glanced in the direction where Qin Tian was, intentionally or unintentionally, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if he had determined something.

After returning the water bladder to Qin Shiqing, the old monk got up to thank him and say goodbye, but at this time, a greasy little hand grabbed the old monk's ruddy hands.

The old monk looked down and saw a child with messy hair pulling him, the old monk rubbed the child's head, and asked with a smile, "Little donor, why don't you let the old monk go?"

Shui Xihan said with a smile, "Grandpa monk, it's dark this day, there are crises everywhere in the mountains and forests, and the mountain roads are difficult to walk, so it's better to rest here for one night."

The old monk was stunned for a moment, then nodded with a smile and said, "It's okay, then the old monk will rest here for one night tonight, and tomorrow I will travel on the road."

Seeing that the old monk agreed, Shui Xihan hurriedly pulled the old monk back to the fire, and said with a smile, "Grandpa monk, my name is Shui Xihan, I just heard that you are traveling around, have you been to many places and seen many people?"

The old monk nodded and said, "Yes, even you Mobei, I have been there, thousands of miles of yellow sand, but there is a different scenery."

When Shui Xihan heard this, he immediately said excitedly, "Grandpa monk, the uncle in the caravan often talks about immortals and other things, is it true, is there really a god in this world?"

The old monk smiled and nodded, then shook his head again.

Shui Xihan suddenly looked depressed.

The old monk touched Shui Xihan's head, and said with a smile, "The immortals in your eyes are different from the immortals in my eyes, whether the immortals in my eyes really exist, I don't know, but I know that the immortals in your eyes exist, you look at these towering peaks in front of you, and there are the immortals you said live on them."

When Shui Xihan heard this, he immediately looked at the several peaks in front of him with an excited face, although it was already dark, but at night, he could still see the huge shadow.

Immediately afterwards, Shui Xihan pestered the old monk to tell some stories about the immortals, and Shui Xihan was yearning for it.

Late at night, the people of the caravan began to fall asleep, only Shui Xihan and the old monk were still wandering in the north and south, maybe Shui Xihan felt a little embarrassed, so he stretched his waist and said, "Grandpa monk, I am really sorry to let you tell me so many things and disturb your rest."

The old monk shook his head with a smile and said, "It's okay, it's okay, it's rare that you like to listen to these."

Shui Xihan smiled and said, "Grandpa monk, it's not too early, you should rest quickly, I won't disturb your rest."

As he spoke, Shui Xihan got up, bent down and patted the weeds on his legs, and when he bent over, he revealed the two jade pendants he was wearing around his neck, one large and one small.

The old monk saw the jade pendant that Shui Xihan was wearing around his neck, and said with a smile, "Xihan, how can you be in the caravan at a young age, your parents, and besides, the jade pendant on your neck doesn't seem to be yours, right?"

When Shui Xihan heard this, his eyes were a little gloomy, and then he shook his head and said with a smile, "Don't mention it, there was a war there, my parents died in the war, and I have a younger sister who was also lost in the war, and I don't know if I am alive or dead now, if Uncle Qin didn't save me, I'm afraid, there is no Shui Xihan in this world."

As he spoke, Shui Xihan held the jade pendant around his neck with his hand, and said softly, "As for this jade pendant, I followed the caravan to this Central Plains this time, just to find the owner of this jade pendant for the original agreement, hehe, Grandpa Monk, I won't tell you, I'm sleeping."

After speaking, Shui Xihan casually found a place, lay down directly on the ground, and fell asleep after a while.

Seeing Shui Xihan's free and easy appearance, the old monk shook his head with a smile, and then sighed and said, "Mobei Moon God Palace, Liangyun Descending Wood City, this kid doesn't look so simple, I almost lost my eyes old monk, I didn't expect that there was a genius cultivating immortals in this caravan, and there was also a kid with a not simple identity, but it's a pity, this kid is a waste."

After speaking, the old monk folded his hands, closed his eyes, and whispered something in his mouth, gradually, a little golden light appeared on the old monk's forehead, flashing and flashing, and after the golden light dissipated, the old monk's forehead actually had an extra vertical eye.

The old monk opened his vertical eyes, and then looked at Shui Xihan, who was sleeping soundly on the side, but Shui Xi Han was still Shui Xi Han, the fire was still a fire, and nothing had changed.

The old monk was suddenly shocked in his heart, and hurriedly began to read in a low voice again, but no matter how the old monk chanted, he saw that it was still the same, the cold water stream he was sleeping, and the burning fire, nothing had changed.

At this time, a red light flashed all over Shui Xihan's body, and the old monk hurriedly closed his vertical eyes, gasping for breath, and his face was extremely pale, and a trace of golden blood slowly overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

After a while, the old monk sighed and said, "I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it, with my old monk's cultivation, plus this dragon temple immortal learning, I can't even see the future of this kid, it turned out to be a heavenly machine, this kid is not simple, I am about to reach the limit, and now I am peeking at the heavenly machine, and my life is not long."

After speaking, the old monk rolled up his sleeves and revealed his entire arm, only to see that the ruddy arm burned with blue flames out of thin air, and the old monk didn't seem to feel it at all.

After the whole arm burned out, a golden relic was left, and the old monk hit this golden relic directly into Shui Xihan's forehead, and then shook his head and said, "You and I met here is fate, judging from the red light just now, your life is accompanied by killing, I hope this relic of the old monk can give you a little help, don't fall into the devil's way"

After speaking, the old monk turned to leave, and stepped out, and the whole person had disappeared into the grove.