Chapter 1693: Old friend leaves the world and disappears without a trace

The Wuyun Immortal Sect under the crater mountain is still a lively scene. After all, without some unique skills, I really dare not call myself a creature living in the Yuzhu Mountains.

Just when Qi Ming wants to settle down and settle down.

A rather thick and steady voice suddenly came from outside its lair:

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

"Oh."

Qiming smiled coldly and threw out a fairy grass from the nest cave, "Then I'll lend you some good words."

"Senior Yongshun!"

Far away in the sky is a hairless evil bird. It was an innate evil spirit that was once beaten by groups in the primitive forest. Later, it learned a set of words and worshiped the natives of the immortal world when it saw them in the Yuzhu Mountains.

Later, when he paid homage, he received the pity of the Taoist ancestor and threw away the residue of a pill. From then on, he became enlightened and was out of control...

Over the years, he has been saying good words and begging in front of the caves of the immortals in the Yuzhu Mountains, ranging from the Heavenly Lord of Tribulation to the monks in the Qi Refining Stage, but let alone, the effect is really good!

It also got a lot of tattered immortal materials such as exercises, immortal herbs, elixirs, residues, etc., which was enough for it to cultivate immortality.

Now, this featherless bird has become a beautiful sight in the Yuzhu Mountains. I felt a little uncomfortable not hearing its words of worship in front of the cave.

It also has great ambitions now. It wants to fly to the Super Immortal City, and finally to Zushan Mountain, and visit all the indigenous caves in the Immortal Realm!

Qi Ming didn't pay much attention to this innate evil spirit, but looked at somewhere in the mountain range.

Mu Feng didn't know what happened here, so he couldn't help but take a second look.

There is a very vast grassland.

In the middle of the grassland grows a majestic tree that once existed in three thousand worlds.

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

Not far away, a golden field of corn comes into view. The two set off each other and coexist harmoniously.

The lush branches and leaves are like huge green umbrellas, casting a large shade and shrouding the world in silence.

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

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

Time has carved deep marks on his face, and his eyes are already cloudy, but he still looks into the distance persistently. His eyes seem 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 tiptoed over, her eyes blinking, and her shouting voice was very soft, as if she was afraid of disturbing the old man, "The spiritual tablets and ropes were blown again..."

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

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

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

Uncle Tian Yun is recognized by the sect as a knowledgeable person, and he is modest and low-key. She likes to come under this tree to listen to Uncle Tian Yun telling stories, and it is also quite quiet here, without any atmosphere of cultivating immortals.

"Haha, haha." Hearing this, Tian Yun laughed, raised his head and said, "Since Taoist Patriarch returned from Taiyi World and planted this tree with his own hands, I have never lost my way again."

"Uncle, how did you meet Daozu?"

"In the battlefield outside the territory."

Tian Yun spoke leisurely, the cloudy memories in his eyes became even more intense, and he smiled slowly and said, "That man is truly a hero of his time. His half-life experience... can be described as a legend. I, Tian Yun, am very honored to be able to survive here. "

Mu Feng's face was rosy, and she was happy to hear it.

Tian Yun lowered his head and took a deep look at Mu Feng, and couldn't help but think of the simple and silly little Wuhen back then. It was like one generation after another... In the blink of an eye, little Wuhen had grown up, and now there was another little one. Mu Feng.

But as he spoke softly, he suddenly looked into the distance. At this moment, he actually stood up, cupped his hands and said calmly: "Tao Ancestor."

"Tian Yun."

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

Mu Feng covered his mouth and exclaimed, and quickly trotted to the side. If Daozu interrupted in his speech, he would no longer be scolded, but would be beaten!

Because she was really beaten by Chen Xun...

"The Taoist ancestor has known my origin for a long time."

"Always known."

Chen Xun sat cross-legged on the grass and glanced at the big tree above his head, "A true disciple of Fu Shi Sect in ancient times."

But there is one thing he has not said, that is, Ouyang Boxiao wants to change the world and reincarnate the soul of the prince, and this method is the method he used against the Immortal Ancient of the Ancient Academy.

"Thank you, Daozu." Tian Yun smiled, a bit passionate and free.

Daozu never cared about his past, nor the Futian mummy on his back.

"The past is like smoke, it's all over." With a relieved smile, Chen Xun raised his hand to pour Tian Yun a cup of tea and asked, "How is this fairy world?"

"Excellent!"

Chen Xun's words seemed to have touched his heart. Tian Yun responded happily, "They all saw it."

He also had one sentence that he did not say out loud. The Wuyun Immortal Religion transforms the creatures of the Immortal Realm and protects the mountains and rivers of the Immortal Realm. There is no distinction between religion and religion. This is the true style of the Immortal Sect, and it is also the teaching that Fu Shi Sect has always implemented.

Being able to see this scene in the fairy world can be said to be the most exciting thing in his heart.

"Hahaha, that's necessary!" Chen Xun suddenly laughed, very heartily.

Soon after, they also started chatting casually, chatting about ancient times, the past, and the future, but Mufeng was so sleepy that he couldn't understand what they were talking about.

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: "Over the years, I would like to thank you, Daozu, for using your true nature to extend your life."

When Senior Brother Futian left, his destiny had come to an end, but he was forcibly restrained by Taozu's methods and the tenth sublimation of the immortal world, and he has survived until now.

"As a member of our own family, why should we care about such a trivial matter?"

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

"Hehe, hehe." Tian Yun smiled deeply and nodded seriously, "When the reincarnation is ferried, we will meet again despite the distant mountains and rivers. At that time, we can renew the immortal fate of the Five Yuans and talk about the glorious past together."

"Tian Yun, let's go."

"Taozu, you will always be green all the way."

Tian Yun looked peaceful on the chair, closed his eyes slightly, and followed the sound of the spirit tablet swaying in the wind, but the place was still as quiet as the afternoon, and the road was uncontested.

He once cast tombstones and made spiritual tablets for his disciples along the way.

Now, he has become one of them.

Chen Xun did not prepare an immortal tomb for him, but just let him sleep on a chair. He could listen to the wind of the years under the tree every day, and quietly accompany many disciples of Fu Shi Sect on their long journeys. This was also the best comfort for him.

Such an extraordinary person deserves to be poured tea for him personally.

"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, the scene when they first met suddenly appeared in Chen Xun's mind, and the young man with clear eyes and full of vigor emerged.

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

Chen Xun listened to the sound of the wind under the tree, with a warm look in his eyes, smiled peacefully, and turned to leave.