Don't look at the two monks, they are both surrendering as if they are competing for favor.

But in fact, both of them were a little scared, fearing that Li Qinglin would be displeased and killed with a palm.

Li Qinglin glanced around and knew what the two were thinking.

But he didn't want to interfere.

"Is there a map of the nearby territories and the distribution of forces?"

Li Qinglin's voice came.

The short monk reacted immediately, and a scroll appeared out of his magical power, which slowly flew in front of Li Qinglin.

"Please check it out, senior."

Li Qinglin took it and took a look.

"Ninggu Lake in Laowan Prefecture? I actually ran so far?"

"The closest immortal cultivation sect is called the Demon Island. It actually has a Yuanying Zhenjun in charge?"

"We can't afford to offend them. It's better to flee quickly and return to Huainan Prefecture."

The cultivation of immortals in Laowan Prefecture is extremely prosperous. Although those who enter it during the foundation-building period have a certain status, they are far less free than those in Huainan Prefecture.

Li Qinglin felt like he had accidentally entered an advanced dungeon.

He decided to return to the 'Novice Village' where resources had not yet been fully developed, and continue to live there for a few decades.

Thinking of this, Li Qinglin waved his sleeves, and his magic power turned into a palm, reaching into the white mist on the lake.

Two drops of inky black liquid were quickly condensed and refined. They were the essence of the mountain fog evil spirit. During the Qi training period, it was considered a very good spiritual object.

Li Qinglin snapped his fingers and shot the object at the two people. After taking it as a reward for ending the cause and effect, he left quickly.

Leaving behind were the two monks, a tall and a short one, looking at each other in bewilderment, as if they had survived a calamity.

"We are lucky to have met a senior who is quite reasonable. If we had met an evil cultivator..."

The two of them immediately breathed a sigh of relief and decided to meditate and practice diligently and avoid taking shortcuts.

…

late at night.

There was silence in Feng County.

I haven't been back home for more than ten years. Except for the change of county magistrate, nothing else seems to have changed in Feng County.

The city walls are mottled and the paint is falling off.

The 'Zhanxiantai' where the Taoist priest Liquan was beheaded, a monument was erected and an altar was built has long been sparsely populated, and those who remembered this past event have gradually passed away.

The immortal cultivators are still high and mighty, while the mortals are still pioneering and serving.

It seems that nothing has changed.

Li Mansion.

The candlelight is bright and the yard is full of potted plants.

The warrior guards on duty suddenly felt dazed, and then they all froze in place like wooden figures, with lifeless eyes.

Li Qinglin walked through the corridor and came to a bedroom.

The old lady Li Xian was sleeping lightly on the bed, with a head full of silver hair. She was already in her eighties, and even from Li Qinglin's spiritual perception, a faint aura of death was already permeating her body.

If it is not controlled and regulated, it will die within five years.

As for Li Qingqing, she has always been with Li Xianshi and has never been married.

Through the window, Li Qinglin silently looked at Li Xianshi and Li Qingqing for a long time.

Finally, he chose not to show up.

There is a difference between immortals and mortals, apart from the difference in life class brought about by strength.

There are also different experiences of time.

For Li Qinglin, a period of seclusion might last for ten years.

But how many decades do ordinary people have? Silently accompanying and quietly leaving may be the only way.

A breeze blew into the room, like a spring breeze blowing on your face, bringing a hint of warmth.

The wind blew away Li Xian's slightly frown, and she fell into a deep sleep.

Li Qingqing's skin, which had been a little dull, suddenly became smooth and looked much younger.

Li Qinglin took out a piece of precious jade, captured a trace of Qingmu Dao rhyme and integrated it into the jade, and then slapped it into the underground of Li's family.

After doing all this, Li Qinglin looked towards the inner city again.

The head of the Wang family, Wang Meng.

My old friend Donkey Face.

And the woman who had been silently waiting for him in the world, Gao Jingshu...

One person, one face.

Over the years, it seems to have become mottled and faded.

Li Qinglin stood still for a moment, and finally floated away.

…

Three days later, outside the valley of the three mountains of Qingshitan.

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Just like in previous years, Li Qinglin restrained his breath, transformed into a beam of light, and flew secretly into the valley.

“I heard that the Cha family’s Treasure Dividing Cliff was eventually taken away by the Cha family’s remnants, Cha Qingqian and others. If you want to find out their whereabouts, I’m afraid you must go back to Qingshitan for a walk.

Besides, if we talk about which sect has the most exquisite weapon refining method within a thousand miles, apart from the Yuxu Sect, there is no other sect in Tan Tuoling that can match it. We can ask Fan Shang for help and introduction. "

Li Qinglin was thinking silently, but just as he stepped into the three mountains of Qingshitan.

Suddenly, a voice sounded in my ears.

"Please stay, fellow Taoist. I am Ge Buhui from the Taichu Taoist Palace..."

A beam of light came at an extremely fast speed and transformed into a purple-robed monk when it landed. He had an old face and drooping white eyebrows, looking like a senior master.

It was Mr. Ge, an acquaintance of Li Qinglin who signed the land lease contract and presided over the auction.

Ge Buhui looked solemn, with a hint of caution in his eyes. He stopped a hundred feet away and said in a concentrated voice, "I don't know your name, and which immortal mountain did you practice before--!!!"

Before he could finish his words, he stopped abruptly.

Ge Buhui stared blankly at Li Qinglin's somewhat familiar face.

"Han, Han Fei? Impossible. This deep and obscure aura is almost stronger than my bones that have been building the foundation for a hundred years. How could it be Han Fei?!"

Ge Buhui dispelled the ridiculous thoughts in his mind.

But he silently sensed the magical energy emanating from Li Qinglin.

Continuous and full of vitality...

His expression gradually became suspicious.

My goodness, the mountain protection formation of the three mountains in Qingshitan ignores the Qi-cultivating cultivators, but specifically targets the foundation-building cultivators.

Whenever a strange aura appears, the Taichu Taoist Palace will come to confirm it.

Li Qinglin reacted immediately.

This is also easy to understand.

The magic talisman held by a foundation-building cultivator can be said to be a walking weapon for attacking tough situations. How could an ordinary blessed land dare to let such a person in easily?

Especially now that the three mountains of Qingshitan are not under the command of Taoist Jialing, the cave master, and the core has been lost, we must be even more cautious.

"Senior Ge, don't you know Han?"

Li Qinglin still maintained respect for this old man who had established his foundation, and bowed slightly to him.

Han?

Could it be?! Hearing this, Ge Buhui's pupils suddenly shrank, and the back of his head felt as if someone had hit him hard with a brick, and he was slightly distracted for a few breaths.

He could never have imagined that thirty years ago, the young man who had just entered the Three Mountains of Qingshitan, looked immature and asked him with a little fear if he could rent a spiritual field.

One day, even though his life span was greatly reduced, he successfully established his foundation!

Moreover, looking at the current aura, it not only successfully prolongs life.

The condensed magic talisman must be of a high level!

After a brief shock, he managed to calm down.

Feelings, melancholy, envy, jealousy...

His voice became slightly hoarse, and he sighed, "The young are to be feared, the young are to be feared..."

(End of this chapter)