At the beginning of the game, you will live forever, and you will grow old forever

The Wuyun Immortal Sect under the crater was still a lively scene. After all, without some unique skills, one would not dare to call himself a living being living in the Yuzhu Mountains.

Just when Qiming wants to rest and enter into meditation.

A rather heavy and steady voice suddenly came from outside its nest:

"I wish you immortality, a smooth journey to immortality, and good luck every day!"

"Ah."

Qi Ming smiled coldly and threw out a magical grass from the cave, "Then I'll lend you my good words."

"Senior Yongshun!"

In the distant sky was a hairless ferocious bird, which was once a congenital evil spirit that was beaten up by a group of people in the primeval forest. Later, it learned a set of words and would bow respectfully when it saw the natives of the fairy world in the Yuzhu Mountains.

Later, when he was worshipping, the Taoist master showed him mercy and threw down a pill residue. From then on, he became enlightened and could not stop...

For many years, he has been 'begging' by saying nice things in front of the cave dwellings of the indigenous people in the fairyland of Yuzhu Mountain Range, from the Heavenly Lord of Crossing Tribulation to the cultivators in the Qi Refining Stage, and you have to say, the effect is really good!

It also obtained a lot of magic techniques, magical herbs, elixirs, residues and other magical materials, which were more than enough for it to practice Taoism.

Today, this hairless bird has become a beautiful scenery of the Yuzhu Mountains. I felt a little uncomfortable when I didn't hear its words of worship in front of the cave.

It now has great ambitions, and wants to fly to the Super Fairy City, and finally to the Ancestral Mountain, and visit all the caves of the natives of the fairy world!

Qi Ming didn't pay much attention to this innate evil spirit, but looked towards a certain place in the mountains.

Mu Feng didn't know what happened here, so he couldn't help but look at it twice.

There is a very large grassland there.

In the middle of the grassy field grew a majestic tree that was once the largest in the Three Thousand Worlds.

The tree trunk is thick, with many spirit tablets hung on it and green ropes fluttering in the wind, as if silently telling stories of the past.

Not far away, a golden cornfield comes into view. The two complement each other and coexist harmoniously.

The lush branches and leaves are like a huge green umbrella, casting a large area of ​​thick shade, shrouding the world in tranquility.

Here, only when the breeze blows, the fallen leaves dance gracefully, and the spirit tablets sway gently, making a rustling sound, like a soft lullaby, instantly bringing people back to that peaceful and quiet afternoon, where everything is so comfortable and leisurely.

Under the tree, an old man was leaning quietly on a chair.

The years have left deep marks on his face. His eyes are already cloudy, but he still looks into the distance persistently. His gaze seems to have traveled through the long river of time, immersed in the memories of the past, and unwilling to return for a long time.

"Uncle Tian Yun~"

Mu Feng came over on tiptoe, her eyes blinking, and she called out softly, as if she was afraid of disturbing the old man, "The spirit tablet and the rope are being blown again..."

"Little Mufeng." Tian Yun came back to his senses and smiled kindly, "Yes, it rang."

"They always say Uncle Tian Yun is lost, but I've never seen you lost."

Mu Feng squatted down beside Tian Yun and smiled happily, "They just like to lie to me. I can always find Uncle Tian Yun here."

Uncle Tian Yun was recognized in the sect as a man of profound knowledge and modesty. She liked to come under this tree and listen to Uncle Tian Yun's stories. It was also quite quiet here, without any atmosphere of cultivating immortals.

"Ha, haha." Hearing this, Tian Yun laughed and looked up and said, "Ever since the Taoist Ancestor returned from the Taiyi World and planted this tree himself, I have never gotten lost again."

"Uncle, how did you get to know Daozu?"

"In the battlefield outside the domain."

Tian Yun spoke slowly, his eyes filled with memories, and he smiled calmly, "He is truly a hero of the time. His life experience... can be described as legendary. I, Tian Yun, feel honored to be able to survive here."

Mu Feng's face turned red, and it was obvious that he was happy after hearing this.

Tian Yun lowered his head and looked deeply at Mu Feng, and couldn't help but think of the simple and silly little Wuhen back then. It's really the case that the country is passed down from generation to generation... In the blink of an eye, little Wuhen has grown up, and now there is another little Mu Feng.

But as he spoke softly, he suddenly looked into the distance. He actually stood up at this moment, bowed his hands and said calmly: "Daozu."

"Tian Yun."

Chen Xun walked over from the grass step by step with a smile on his face, holding a pot of old tea in his hand.

Mu Feng covered his mouth and screamed, then quickly trotted away to the side. If he interrupted Daozu when he was speaking, he would no longer be scolded, but beaten!

Because she was beaten by Chen Xun...

"Daozu already knew my origins."

"Always known."

Chen Xun sat cross-legged on the grass and glanced at the big tree above his head. "In ancient times, a true disciple of the Fushi Sect."

But there was one thing he didn't say, which was that Ouyang Boxiao wanted to steal the truth and reincarnate the prince's soul source container, and this method was the same method he used on the ancient immortal of the Taikoo Academy.

"Thank you, Daozu." Tian Yun smiled, and his smile was somewhat excited and free and easy.

Daozu never cared about his past, nor the dried corpse of Futian that he once carried on his back.

"The past is like smoke, it's all gone." Chen Xun smiled with relief, raised his hand to pour a cup of tea for Tian Yun, and asked, "How is the fairyland?"

"Very good!"

Chen Xun's question seemed to hit the nail on the head. Tian Yun responded happily, "They all saw it."

There was also something he didn't say. The Five Elements Immortal Sect taught the immortals in the immortal world and protected the mountains and rivers of the immortal world. It taught everyone without distinction. This was the true style of the immortal sect and was also the doctrine that the Fushi Sect had always implemented.

Being able to see this scene of the fairyland could be said to be the happiest and most exciting thing in his heart.

"Hahaha, of course!" Chen Xun suddenly burst into laughter, and laughed very happily.

Soon after, they also started chatting casually, talking about everything, talking about ancient times, the past, and the future, but Mu Feng became drowsy and could not understand what they were talking about at all.

Half a day later, she quietly ran away, not understanding the immortal sentiments of the older generation.

Three days later.

Tian Yun coughed violently and said solemnly: "Thank you Daozu for using your origin to prolong my life over the years."

When Senior Brother Futian passed away, his fate had come to an end, but he was forcibly suppressed by the methods of Daozu and the tenth sublimation of the fairy world, and he has lived to this day.

"We are one family, so why worry about such a small matter?"

Chen Xun offered a cup of tea to the tree with a calm expression, "If there is reincarnation in this fairyland in the future, you must remember the direction of the sacred mountain and don't get lost again."

"Haha, haha." Tian Yun smiled deeply and nodded seriously, "Wait until the reincarnation comes and we meet again across mountains and rivers. Then we can continue our fate as Five Elements Immortals and talk about the past together."

"Tian Yun, have a safe trip."

"Daozu, stay green all the way."

Tian Yun sat on the chair with a peaceful expression, his eyes slightly closed, following the sound of the spirit tablet swaying in the wind, while this place was still as quiet as the afternoon, with no contention on the road.

Once upon a time, he cast tombstones and created spirit tablets for his disciples.

Now, he has become one of them.

Chen Xun did not prepare an immortal tomb for him, but simply let him sleep in a chair. He could listen to the wind of time under the tree every day and quietly accompany the many disciples of the Ten Sects on their long journey. This was also the best comfort for him.

Such an extraordinary person deserves to have him personally pour tea for him.

"In Shimoda Yun, in the late stage of cultivation as Yuanying, he came from the north. Fellow Taoist, is this the place to enter the country to join the army?"

Inexplicably, Chen Xun's mind suddenly emerged with the scene of their first meeting, and the image of the young man with clear and energetic eyes.

Gradually, this scene slowly overlapped with the scene of the old man sleeping in the chair.

Chen Xun listened to the sound of the wind under the tree, a hint of warmth appeared in his eyes, he smiled calmly, and turned away.