The Path to Becoming Immortal

The moon was high in the sky, and the earth was turning.

Ning Ping was always worried in the sky, and he didn't know what he was going to do with the two men.

Thinking of the destroyed village and the teacher who turned into ashes, he felt even sadder.

Although the people in the village had always regarded him as an ominous person and were not welcomed.

But when the people who lived with him all day and night all died suddenly, he still felt hard to accept.

It took a long time before he turned his mind to his own safety. Through all the previous things, Ning Ping knew that the two people in front of him were not good people.

Where he was going to take him next, he only knew that the square-faced man would send him to others like a commodity, and he knew nothing about other aspects.

After thinking for a long time, he still had no clue. Anyway, now that things have come to this, he can only take one step at a time.

It was the first time to stay in such a high altitude. After a while, he also recovered some of his childishness. Then the moonlight kept curiously looking at the dark forest and rivers and lakes flying below.

Suddenly, I heard a whimpering sound of wind in my ears, and I curiously pressed my hand on the invisible barrier again.

It seemed that it was because of this thing that the wind from outside was blocked that the sound was so small, and at this moment, I didn't feel the existence of wind at all.

The two people in front seemed to be talking about something, but due to this invisible barrier, Ning Ping couldn't hear any sound at all, and could only see the slightly moving lips.

Ning Ping looked at it for a long time but couldn't figure it out, and felt extremely magical.

Thinking of the grand scene of several people fighting before, I inexplicably had a trace of yearning in my heart.

I went forward all the way and rested several times on the way. In the afternoon of the next day, a majestic and strange peak came into view.

The peaks were high and steep, and the mist and rain were dim.

In the distance, there were mountain peaks undulating, entangled in clouds and mist, and a corner of the eaves was vaguely revealed at the waist of several peaks, and the houses under the mountain were scattered.

Then several people descended in a valley beside the strange peak.

Looking down, there was smoke curling in the valley, and many figures were swaying in the fields. What a pastoral scene.

Ning Ping's heart moved, thinking that he must have reached his destination. Ning Ping couldn't calculate how far away from the village it was. At this moment, he was immediately alert.

The place where he landed happened to be a grain drying flat, and there was a beautiful attic in front.

At least Ning Ping had never seen such a beautiful house. There were also several houses not far away, and many figures were busy in the distance.

As soon as he landed, Ning Ping felt that another invisible whirlwind rolled him to the ground while he was observing. Then the square-faced man waved his hand and put away the gourd that was on the way.

"Old Yang, are you there? My two brothers came to see you specially." The pockmarked face shouted as soon as he came down.

At this moment, the door of the attic in front of him creaked open, and an old man walked out.

The eagle-like eyes swept over and stayed on Ning Ping for a while.

While the other party was observing several people, Ning Ping also secretly looked at him.

The old man was wearing a black robe and had a thin face. He had black and white hair, but his vulture-like eyes made people feel that he was not so easy to get along with.

"So it's you two, what can you do for me?" The old man surnamed Yang asked with an impatient look on his face.

"Why, Brother Yang, you can't treat guests like this? This time I came here specially to return someone to you."

The square-faced man smiled slightly and raised his chin slightly in the direction of Ning Ping.

"Oh~" When the old man surnamed Yang heard it, his eyes instantly looked at the reserved little boy next to him and looked him up and down.

"This kid's village was destroyed by a villain, but this kid was rescued by us. We found some immortal roots and brought them back for you."

While the old man surnamed Yang was looking at him, the square-faced monk roughly told Ning Ping's origin.

'Immortal roots? ' Hearing this word again, Ning Ping also became curious, but he didn't know what it meant.

The old man looked at him calmly, and said with a smile: "Really?"

The square-faced man had no emotion on his face, and said: "By the way, I wonder if Brother Yang has the Zengyuan Pill. I took it last time, but I can't forget it."

"Hmph! You still have the nerve to mention this." As soon as the words fell, the old man surnamed Yang's face suddenly turned cold.

The square-faced monk smiled and said: "Hehe, Brother Yang, calm down, isn't this a return to you! By the way, I got a few spiritual herbs this time, please take a look at them and see if they can be used."

The square-faced monk said, and a wooden box was in his hand. Ning Ping felt extremely magical when he saw it with his own eyes, and he didn't see where the wooden box came from.

At this time, the old man surnamed Yang's face eased, and his eyes looked at the wooden box with a hint of expectation.

"In that case, please come in and have a detailed chat!"

After saying this, the old man surnamed Yang slightly moved aside to open the door, glanced at the uneasy Ning Ping and continued: "You stay here first, don't walk around."

After saying this, the three of them walked into the room, leaving Ning Ping alone outside.

After waiting for a long time, the sun was shining above his head, and Ning Ping looked around and felt bored. He kicked a small stone with his feet to entertain himself.

Suddenly, a voice came from behind: "Who are you? Why haven't I seen you before?"

Ning Ping turned around and saw a young man who was much older than himself.

He was dressed in a spirited shorts outfit, with many pimples on his round face, and his tone was quite friendly.

"I just got here." Ning Ping responded with his head raised.

"Just arrived?" The young man looked Ning Ping up and down, then turned his head to look at the attic with the door wide open.

"Then you stay here first." After saying that, he walked towards the attic thoughtfully, but when he reached the door, he stood aside with his hands hanging down honestly.

After this episode, it didn't take long for the square-faced man and the pockmarked junior brother to come out.

After saying goodbye, the few of them flew away without looking at Ning Ping again.

The young man before was also looking at the two people flying away with envy.

"You, come in." At this moment, the old man surnamed Yang seemed to have not seen the young man at the door. He suddenly looked at Ning Ping and called out, then turned and walked into the attic.

Ning Ping was slightly stunned, and then followed him into the attic nervously.

As soon as he entered the attic, he lowered his head and looked around secretly. He felt that it was very luxurious inside. The exquisite furniture and the spotless floor also made Ning Ping even more cramped.

After the old man surnamed Yang sat down, he said, "Come forward."

Ning Ping lowered his head and dared not look around, and moved to the old man's side.

The old man surnamed Yang suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed Ning Ping's wrist.

He closed his eyes and carefully comprehended something, and after a while, he nodded slightly and let go.

"What's your name?"

"My name is Ning Ping." Ning Ping responded in a low voice.

He was still thinking about the old man's action of grabbing his wrist just now. Just now, there was also a familiar cold breath circulating in his body, which disappeared after the other party let go.

"Can you read?"

Ning Ping nodded when he heard it.