The area of ​​Taishou Mountain is no longer the same as before. It is in a wild area with a radius of thousands of miles away. As the Pan Kingdom continues to annex and expand, the territory of the human race is expanding, and it has long become a place within the pass.

The thousand-mile wilderness has long been transformed into fertile land for thousands of miles of fertile fields. The surrounding towns and villages have risen from the ground. Fang Xiu passed by and saw the wheat ears that were about to harvest flashing with golden light. The farmer's face was sweating like rain, but the joy of harvest surged. When two or three of them were tired, they rested under the big tree next to the ridge of the field.

On the avenue, I saw caravans in groups, and hawkers carrying loads rushed to the distant city.

The Taishou Mountain Range is deep and foggy all year round. People from several villages around it all say that there are immortals living in the mountain, but no one has ever seen the immortal mansion in the mountain hunting.

Fang Xiu's carriage passed along the mountain road, and finally passed through a canyon illusion, and saw a mountain gate covered by a large array.

More than a dozen disciples hurried down from above and arrived at the mountain gate to greet Fang Xiu. The leader was Zhang Ping, who Fang Xiu had rescued in Beihai. At this time, he looked like he was already middle-aged and had a little wrinkles on his face, but that realm had also been cultivated to the late-stage second-level stage.

Zhang Ping was wearing the Sun and Moon Taoist Robe and led the disciples to bow: "I have seen Master Fengdu! The master is already waiting for you inside!"

Fang Xiu walked out of the carriage and saw the Yellow Turban Turban Shrink and the carriage shrinking, turning into a toy like a grass puppet, and was stuffed into a wide sleeve robe by Fang Xiu.

This god-like method shocked Zhang Ping and everyone.

Fang Xiu seemed to wake up and stretched his waist, shook the wine pot, and looked at the scenery on Taishou Mountain. Qingyang liked elegance and did not like the excitement. In the mountains, he saw palace towers standing between cliffs, and the small buildings in the forest were accompanied by gurgling water. The pavilion and the mountains were completely integrated, and there were also the shadows of spiritual plantations and spiritual beasts and cranes.

These disciples also looked fairy-like, either practicing in peace by the stream or playing the piano in the pavilion. There were male disciples and female disciples, but they no longer looked like they were the same male disciples as they did last time.

As Fang Xiu walked down, the disciples of Taishou Mountain became even more detained. For the monks, they did not believe in gods, and these great monks were like gods and immortals.

"Yes, a great fairy-like atmosphere is not much the same as a few hundred years ago. Zhang Ping, take me to see everywhere, and don't rush to see that guy Qingyang and let him wait, hurry up and worry!"

The hundreds of years of Fang Xiu's opening speech made the disciples of Taishou Mountain even more dry and could not imagine what kind of existence these great monks were.

Zhang Ping led Fang Xiu all the way up the mountain: "Master, I can't be happy after I know you're here!"

"Who is this here? It was actually the head teacher who greeted him personally and went... Are you going to see the ancestor?" On the way up the mountain, a pretty and cute female disciple must have just started. She saw the head teacher Zhang Ping bringing someone up the mountain and standing respectfully with other disciples on both sides.

"Don't talk nonsense, this is the uncle of Fengdu Master, who is the same generation of great monks as the Master." Someone immediately reminded her that this new disciple did not know the power at all, and did not understand the horror of these great monks at all.

When Fang Xiu passed by the two of them, his eyes flashed over the two of them. Even if it was just a casual sweep, the two of them suddenly felt cold on their backs and their soles became weak and almost fell to the ground.

When the group went up the mountain, everyone started to talk.

"I heard that the uncle of Fengdu and the ancestor Qingyang were both great monks who have existed thousands of years ago? Isn't it true? This uncle of Fengdu is too young, right?" The pretty and cute female disciple couldn't help but start talking again as soon as she left.

"You may not be older than the ancestors of Fengdu Master if you have been chasing dozens of generations!"

An older disciple immediately snorted, everyone immediately became quiet, bowed and said, "I have met Brother Feng Ling!"

The disciple who seemed to have been in the art for a long time said slowly: "What do you know? Legend has it that before the Great Huan was established, the uncle of Fengdu and the ancestor Qingyang were already walking in this mountain and sea land."

"At that time, the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea had not existed, the human race was still in an era when the ignorance was not opened, and the Mermaid Kingdom could not occupy the South China Sea. However, at that time, the ancestors and the uncles of Fengdu masters had already begun to practice in this world, passing on the method of practice to us later practitioners."

Everyone was very excited. The disciples of Taishou Mountain, and some magical rumors about ancient times: "I also heard that the former Dragon Mother of the East China Sea once met the ancestor and the Fengdu uncle on the South China Sea, and the dragon pearl was taken away by the Fengdu uncle. If it weren't for the Fengdu uncle's uncle's mercy, there would probably be no East China Sea Dragon Palace now. This is what I heard from my master."

"I also heard that..."

The disciples' speeches were filled with curious exploration of the stories that were like myths and their longing for them, such great monks as immortals.

Fang Xiu walked through this Taishou Mountain step by step like the immortal cave. Even if it was separated by a mountain, he could hear the disciples talking about something. Unexpectedly, he became a figure in ancient mythology.

In the back mountain, there was actually a lake, and the lake was full of lotus flowers. The lotus leaves and lotus flowers were as tall as trees. Fang Xiu walked through the lotus pond that emitted a faint spiritual light and precious energy. Between the lotus leaves, he saw a pavilion on the lake appearing in front of him.

Fang Xiu walked through the corridor and saw an old man wearing a simple Taoist robe standing next to a golden lotus with a Taoist bun. He turned his head and looked at Fang Xiu.

Fang Xiudai only saw an old Taoist with crane hair and white eyebrows and beard looking back at him, with a happy smile on his face, like an old god walking out of the ancient scroll.

Qingyang did not feel strange about the appearance of the cultivator. Someone found the method of refining the Dingyan Pill in the ruins. Many female cultivators in Dongzhou have taken it, but it was very expensive. Most people may not be willing to give it. Most of the great monks don’t care about these changes in appearance.

Fang Xiu looked up and down, and saw Qingyang spread his hands open, and a large white jade tripod appeared above his head. The cauldron sucked and spit out the clouds, covering the entire lake.

Qingyang showed his cultivation to Fang Xiu. Fang Xiu kept nodding. The other party was following the art of weapon and practicing the spiritual treasure Ruyi True Art. Fang Xiu knew at a glance how far this cultivation had reached: "The essence, energy and spirit are completely in line with this life weapon. It's only one step away. Qingyang, you can seek immortality!"

Qingyang sighed deeply. Only he himself knew how difficult it was to get to this point. He just got stuck at the death threshold and dared to achieve this step at the closest life span.

However, even so, it only has the possibility of pursuing immortality. Whether it is successful or not is still unknown.

Thinking of this, Qingyang couldn't help but sigh: "Eternal Life! Eternal Life!"

No one understood the bitterness and pain in his long sigh. Fang Xiu looked at the white hair and his vaguely familiar face, standing for a long time, and then sighed.

Fang Xiu walked forward and stood side by side in the middle of the lake, looking at the endless spiritual lotus: "Among the 100,000 mountains, the Changsheng Pond was born. I heard that the ruins were a corner of the Heavenly Palace that fell from the ancient heaven. You should have known it already, Qingyang, right?"

Qingyang immediately said: "Of course, someone had already sent me a letter with a crane that day. Jia Yi had already rushed to Shaoguo to find Zhang Heming who was practicing seclusion, and I have been waiting for you!"

Fang Xiu nodded: "This time, it is probably an unprecedented grand occasion. Most of the great practitioners and demons in Dongzhou will gather in the 100,000 mountains!"

"At that time, it will probably be an unprecedented battle for monks!"

Qingyang chuckled and said without caring: "Isn't this what we are fighting for intact?"

Qingyang: "I heard that there is also a Tian Yao Pool in the Immortal Island of Youdu. Although you can only get the gift to enter with the permission of the Lord of Youdu. However, as the head of the Maritime Department, there is no need to compete with us for this ray of opportunity, right?"

Fang Xiu laughed: "I like to join in the fun the most. How can I miss this grand event?"
Chapter completed!