Ask about the Immortal Way

When he said this, Qin Sang was also very uneasy.

Fortunately, Granny Jing was not angry.

"That's really a problem for you."

Grandma Jing pondered for a moment and said to Qin Sang, "Follow me."

The words have not yet finished.

Qin Sang felt his whole body tighten and be enveloped by a wave of spiritual power. Before he had time to respond, the vision in front of his eyes changed violently. After a burst of wind and lightning, he soon heard the sound of crashing waves around him.

At night, where the water and sky meet in the west, there is a faint glow left.

There are a few stars in the sky.

The bright moon is not quite visible yet.

Underfoot is an endless expanse of water.

Qin Sang suddenly turned his head, and behind him, the sea of ​​fog stretched as far as the eye could see.

How long has it been since?

They actually left Qin Sang's cave and came outside the True Water Thousand Illusion Formation.

Qin Sang's mind was in chaos. He didn't see anything. He had no idea how Granny Jing could lead him quietly through the formation without alerting anyone!

If the people in the Tianxing Alliance were as powerful as Granny Jing, Xiaohanyu would have been beaten to pieces.

Qin Sang was in shock.

Granny Jing said calmly: "Don't you want to know if I can hide from Yuanying's perception? It's better to see it than to believe it."

Qin Sang swallowed subconsciously, "Where do you want to take me, senior?"

"You'll know when we get there."

Granny Jing said lightly and took out another wooden carving.

The wood carving is in the shape of a green luan. Just like the previous woman, she is as lively as a divine bird, as if she is about to spread her wings and fly high in the next moment.

In fact, when Granny Jing stretched out her finger and tapped the Qingluan wood carving, the wood carving really came to life.

After hearing a crisp phoenix cry, Qingluan's wings suddenly flapped, and little bits of light sprinkled down when it flapped its wings, which was beautiful.

Qingluan made a clear cry, was very affectionate to Grandma Jing, and then danced around Grandma Jing. During the dance, its body grew in the wind, and it quickly turned into a real magical bird, stretching to its fullest. .

Qin Sang had seen the description of the ancient divine bird Qingluan in ancient books, and it was exactly the same!

How could Qingluan still look like a woodcarving at this time?

Puppetry?

Or some other spell?

Qin Sang's eyes widened, shocked by Granny Jing's secret technique that turned stone into gold. Then he felt a weight on his body, and Qingluan actually took the initiative to carry the two of them on his back.

Spreading its wings and catching the wind, it soared up to the nine heavens.

…

The gate of Shaohua Mountain.

Mist and thick clouds.

You can vaguely see the green peaks standing in the middle of the teacher's gate, and the scenery is pleasant.

A familiar scene appeared in front of me.

Qingluan soared across the great swamps of Yuncang and carried them to the gate of Shaohua Mountain.

Qin Sang didn't know why and turned to look at Granny Jing.

"I'll wait for you at Shaohua Mountain."

Granny Jing looked at Qingluan with a doting smile and stretched out her hand. Qingluan let out a reluctant chirp and shrank rapidly. When it landed in Granny Jing's palm, it turned back into a wooden sculpture, which happened to be its original posture.

Grandma Jing nodded slightly at Qin Sang, then her figure faded and disappeared out of thin air.

The lingering sound lingered.

Qin Sang hurriedly used the escape technique, stabilized his body, and activated his consciousness with all his strength. He could not sense anything, and Granny Jing completely disappeared.

At this moment, Qin Sang's heart moved, and he suddenly realized that the Shaohua Mountain that Granny Jing said was not the master's sect, but the main peak of Shaohua Mountain in the master's sect.

The cave of Dongyang Bo, the ancestor of the master's Yuan Ying, is on the top of Shaohua Mountain!

At this moment, Qin Sang suddenly understood what seeing is believing.

He was scared.

The expression on Qin Sang's face was changing, and finally he was heartbroken and flew towards the mountain gate on Youluo Yun.

"who……"

As soon as they approached the mountain gate formation, they were discovered by the disciples patrolling the mountain.

The security at the master's gate has also become much tighter.

There was a turmoil in the mist. One man, two women, and three young disciples in the Qi refining stage appeared from the formation. They turned their eyes and saw Qin Sang. Their vigilant expressions suddenly softened, and they all saluted to Qin Sang. He said happily: "It turns out that Master Qin is back! Disciple has met Master Qin!"

Qin Sang's reputation in Yuncang Daze also spread to the teacher's sect.

Many disciples who had no experience in the world worshiped him very much.

Qin Sang said 'hmm', "I'm back to do something important. I'll be leaving in a moment. Please open the formation."

The three disciples looked at each other and said hesitantly: "Uncle Qin, please forgive me. Some time ago, the master issued an order. Anyone must have a waist card or an order from the master to open the formation..."

This order must have been issued by Qi Yuanshou.

It seems that the battle between Xiaohanyu and Tianxing Alliance is not over yet, and the birth of Zhitian Peak is just a small episode.

I don’t know when it will end.

Qin Sang thought to himself, took out his waist badge and threw it into the formation.

After checking Qin Sang's waistband, the three disciples opened the formation.

Although Qin Sang was anxious in his heart, he still looked calm and calm on the surface. He went back to the cave for a circle before flying towards Shaohua Mountain.

For the disciples in the foundation-building period, Shaohua Mountain is no longer a forbidden place. Master Jindan in the sect sometimes gives lectures in Shaohua Mountain. There is also a dojo in the mountain for his disciples to discuss Taoism and perform Dharma. Qin Sang is not the first Here comes the time.

However, the Xiaohan Territory is now in turmoil, and the foundation-building period disciples have been assigned to various places, making the dojo a lot deserted.

How on earth will she prove it?

Qin Sang was filled with doubts, and the escaping light quietly fell on the heavenly steps.

When Qin Sang walked to the white jade archway, her expression suddenly changed slightly. She looked sideways and found that there was a woman in white clothes beside the jade pillar.

She seemed to appear out of thin air. Qin Sang's eyes did not abandon any corner. The place was still empty a moment ago.

"Are you Granny Jing? Or..."

Qin Sang's tone was a bit hesitant.

No wonder he didn't dare to admit it.

This woman has no resemblance to Grandma Jing, but is exactly the same as the wood carving that Grandma Jing gave him.

The real person is more charming than the wood carving. Her hands are as white as snow, her black hair is like satin, reaching her waist. She is dressed in white without any accessories. Her appearance is definitely no less than that of the Morning Smoke Fairy.

Her eyebrows were as deep as dark blue, and her eyes were deep and dark, showing alienation and coldness.

The same independence from the world, as airy as an immortal.

In the past, Fairy Chenyan was the only one he had seen in his life, and there was no way to compare her.

Seeing this woman, Qin Sang couldn't help but compare the two and found that there was a big difference in their temperaments.

He recalled the impression that Fairy Chenyan left on him back then. There was a faint and irresolvable sadness in her eyebrows, and her eyes had a firmness that seemed to never waver, almost stubborn.

That night, there was a confusion that Qin Sang couldn't understand, which pulled Fairy Chenyan from the sky into the mortal world.

This woman is a real moon palace fairy, who does not eat the smoke and fire of the world.

Her eyes were cold and indifferent, as if she could see everything in the world without any fluctuation.