The warm red sun rose from the east, dispersing the mist in the mountains. In the distance, green mountains and clear waters appeared. An oxcart swayed along the official road. Children chirped, "Daddy, how far is it to Grandpa's house? Wow, that bird is so big!"
"Very far. Yes, very far."
Three-way intersection,
One leads to 'Pingcheng', one goes straight ahead, and one is a winding path overgrown with weeds.
The one driving the carriage was Uncle Zhong. Qingle, holding a sword, leisurely fell behind the carriage. Xihe and the other two sat in the carriage and said, "Uncle Zhong, let's take the small road."
The old man paused swinging his whip and turned his head in surprise: "Xiao Dao?"
Xihe's expression remained unchanged: "Yes, take the small path."
As the eldest sister of Shangyuan Sect, Qingle holds a nameplate that allows her to cross two worlds. She doesn't want to waste time in the mortal world, so she naturally doesn't need to take so many detours and can go directly to the world of immortal cultivation.
Uncle Zhong was a little confused.
This path leads to the deep mountains and forests. Could it be that there is a road here that he doesn’t know about?
Looking at the young lady, then at his own son, and even at the pale-faced cousin, Uncle Zhong tightened the reins, waved the whip, and urged the old cow to turn onto the winding path.
There are lush trees on both sides of the path, and it ends in a deep and secluded area.
The old ox's four hooves clattered as the cart pulled forward, and the wheels rolled over the green grass, going deeper and deeper... Uncle Zhong felt a little panicked and couldn't help but look up. The branches and leaves above his head were dense, and not a single ray of light could penetrate through the gaps between the leaves. A faint chill gradually enveloped him.
"Young Madam..."
Uncle Zhong couldn't help but cry out,
The next second, light shone and a circle of light slowly appeared in front.
Xihe calmly withdrew his hand and looked at him with a smile: "What's wrong, Uncle Zhong?"
The spiritual energy enveloped his entire body, making him unable to help but stretch himself. The little tree demon couldn't help but absorb it instinctively, and the pale green totem on his face was faintly visible... Fan Xiu pretended not to see it and covered his face with his sleeves.
Uncle Zhong: “…”
The old ox hoof suddenly started running quickly, and the simple ox cart shook. Uncle Zhong hurriedly grabbed the reins with his hands, and the black ox hoof stepped out, and his vision suddenly became clear.
Everyone felt lighter.
Uncle Zhong looked at the mountain city in the distance, stunned: "So there is a road here..."
A mountain city surrounded by mountains, shrouded in clouds and mist, with flocks of white cranes flying in the sky. The immortals standing on flying swords have fluttering clothes and flying black hair, which is shocking.
Uncle Zhong: “…”
He opened his eyes wide and couldn't help but raise his hand to wipe his eyes. Everything was back to normal.
He turned around in panic: "Master!"
Fan Xiu couldn't help but open his eyes wide as he looked at the scene in front of him. No matter how much he said, it was not as shocking as seeing it with his own eyes. It turned out that there really were immortals in this world, and the so-called "fairy mountains outside the sky" were not made up by the world.
He blinked and calmed down: "Uncle Zhong, this is the world of cultivation, my wife's...hometown."
The little tree demon could no longer control its own body. Its limbs stretched out, and long branches and vines spread out. Mysterious totems occupied its entire face. Uncle Zhong: !!!
He pointed at his young master with a look of horror.
Fan Xiu's expression changed: "My wife!"
Xihe was quick to act and waved his hand at him. Uncle Zhong fainted and fell on the ox cart.
"This is Wushuang City, a remote little town in the Nanshan Mountains of the Cultivation Realm. It's 77,490,000 miles away from Shangyuan Sect, and it takes more than ten days to travel by teleportation array... Let's get to the city first."
Xihe touched the little tree demon's head and restored it to its original state.
The little tree demon was a little scared: "Mom, what's wrong with the baby?"
She clutched Xihe's collar tightly, her face in panic, not knowing why she had turned into something like a monster. She couldn't help but think of the way Granny Ju looked when she died in the small town, her body covered in pustules and wrapped in black cloth...
Snuggling into Xihe's arms: "Mother, baby, don't die!"
He hasn’t had enough of pear blossom cake. Daddy said he would take him to the capital for a trip, but he hasn’t been there yet. I wish he lives a long life!
Xihe didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "The baby has just become stronger, don't be afraid."
He couldn't help but wonder what the little guy had seen. At such a young age, he was actually talking about life and death. He held the little guy in his arms and looked at the city gate in front. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Fan Xiu drove the car to the city gate.
The stone city gate was simple and majestic, and there were no soldiers guarding it.
The ox cart moved forward without stopping, passed through the city gate, and stepped onto the stone-paved town. In an instant, a more intense spiritual energy came over. The pedestrians on the street walked leisurely, occasionally glancing down and then looking away.
Fan Xiu gripped the reins tightly, his tense face relaxing slightly.
Xi He put his hand on hers: "There are clear regulations in the world of cultivation that prohibit attacking mortals. You can rest assured."
Fan Xiu nodded, and his mind relaxed a little. From the moment he confirmed his feelings, he was ready to come to the world of cultivation with her, but besides him, Uncle Zhong was also on this trip. He didn't care about his own life, but he was worried that Uncle Zhong would encounter an accident.
The two of them have been dependent on each other for many years, as close as father and son. If something happens...
If possible, Fan Xiu wanted to let Uncle Zhong enjoy his old age in the mortal world, but Qingle's attitude of attacking mortals without hesitation made him dare not stay easily. All these were matters of his Fan family. If Qingle was unwilling to attack the people in the small town... the methods of the immortals were unpredictable, and he could not take the risk.
Jumped off the carriage, took the little tree demon,
The inn's waiter came out with a smile: "Dear guests, are you here for a meal or to stay overnight?"
Xihe handed the whip to the waiter and looked up at the front. There was a three-story building with a plaque on the door that read "Xianlai Inn". The words were inlaid with gold on a black background, and the handwriting was majestic and imposing: "Three upper rooms, upper water."
The waiter smiled and said, "Okay, three mid-grade spirit stones."
Xihe glanced at him, handed him three attributeless medium-grade spirit stones, and put the miscellaneous items in the car into the storage bag. He had put them in there to hide his whereabouts before, but now that he was in the world of cultivation, he naturally didn't need them anymore.
There were more than a dozen diners sitting in the lobby on the first floor.
I saw a few people go in and take a look, then leave as if nothing had happened and start drinking and chatting.
The waiter led the way, and several people went upstairs to the room, washed and rested. When Xihe came out, he heard wailing coming from downstairs. His ears moved, and he quickly opened the door and walked out.
In the lobby on the first floor, several monks fell to the ground, clutching their heads and wailing: "Ah!"
The spiritual consciousness was stabbed, and everyone was shocked and drew their weapons.
Qingle sat in her seat, looking at them coldly, her eyes as cold as ice. They were just a few Foundation Builders, yet they dared to offend her!
Xihe: “…”
He walked down the stairs a few steps, bent down to check the situation, and found that the spiritual sea had been destroyed.
“Big brother, second brother!”
The big man shook his brother, gripped his sword tightly, stood up and rushed over: "Bitch, I will kill you!"
Bang,
Banged hard on the door.
He propped himself up and climbed up, but fell to the ground again, spitting blood.
Silence. Everyone in the inn was shocked. They looked at Qingle in horror, who was holding the wine glass with a calm expression. This was a remote small town in Nanshan. The highest cultivator was only in the Golden Core Stage. Some who had established their foundation could be called elders, and Qigong practitioners could be seen everywhere.
The person who just took action was a foundation-building cultivator, and Qingle injured his soul with just a flick of his finger.
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