Immortal Road

"You really came from outside?" The old man seemed unbelievable.

"I did get lost here." Ishikawa said lightly.

The old man looked Ishikawa up and down, a hint of joy appeared on his face, and said: "Come with me."

Ishikawa took a few steps and said quickly: "Old man, I still have some things to do and want to leave here quickly. I wonder if you can show me the way."

"Then there is no need to rush. It's okay to go home and drink some water to relieve fatigue." The old man didn't say anything and took Ishikawa away.

Along the way, the old man was very interested and asked Ishikawa from time to time whether he had a family and relatives. Ishikawa also patiently answered one by one.

For this elder who was like the old village chief of Shijia Village, Ishikawa still had some respect in his heart.

When the old man heard that Ishikawa was not married and had no father or mother, a hint of joy appeared on his face. This naturally could not be hidden from Ishikawa's eyes. Ishikawa began to mutter in his heart.

Not long after, the old man led Ishikawa to a small village. There are about dozens of thatched houses in this village. The old man led Ishikawa forward quickly, and soon came to a thatched house, and quickly dragged Ishikawa into it, as if he was afraid of being seen.

"Dad, you are back" a crisp voice came from the thatched house.

A sixteen-year-old young woman walked out of the house. Although the coarse cloth clothes on her body were loose, they could not hide the girl's delicate figure. Two watery eyes, as if they could speak, saw Ishikawa, and her face was also shocked, and asked anxiously: "Dad, who is this?"

"This is a friend I just met, Ying'er, go and close the door, cook a few dishes, and I will drink a few cups with this little friend." The old man ordered.

"No" Ishikawa refused again and again. He originally came to ask for directions, but how did it become drinking?

Although Ishikawa was in the fog and his body and mind had reached an extremely tired level, as soon as Ishikawa touched the ground, he immediately buried the storage bag containing the mining pick magic weapon.

Ishikawa was afraid that the ancient monk would chase after the smell of the mining pick.

After burying the storage bag underground, Ishikawa completely concealed his spiritual power, and now he is just like an ordinary person. Even if the ancient monk finds the storage bag, he may not be able to find Ishikawa.

Of course, this is just for Ishikawa's safety. In fact, if the ancient monk had already noticed the mining pick, he should have caught up with Ishikawa in the fog.

No matter what, Ishikawa wanted to leave here quickly. Find a suitable place to build a foundation. Apart from this, he has no interest in anything else.

"It is fate that my friend came here and met me again. Why not have a few drinks." The old man did not let Ishikawa leave.

"Here I come." The woman named Ying'er came over with two plates in her hands, one plate of peanuts and one plate of pickled bamboo shoots.

"It's a remote place, there's nothing good here, so just make do with what you have." The old man took a jar of wine and poured a big glass for Ishikawa and himself.

"You're so polite, old man." The wine and food were served, and Ishikawa seemed to have no reason to refuse, and Ishikawa also wanted to ask how to leave here.

"Old man, there's so much fog here, and I can't tell the direction. I hope you can show me a way." Ishikawa took a sip of wine and said respectfully.

"It's easy to say. I'll show you a bright road later." The old man took a sip and drank the wine in the bowl.

Ishikawa couldn't swallow the wine he just drank.

I was used to drinking spirit wine brewed from various spirit herbs and fruits, and it was really hard for Ishikawa to accept these ordinary wines. It was bland and tasteless, but it actually had a turbid smell.

Ishikawa's consciousness escaped into the immortal palace, took out a small pot of spiritual wine brewed by the water ape, and said, "I have some good wine here, please try it, old man."

"Good wine" As soon as the wine pot was taken out, the old man's nose twitched immediately.

At this time, the woman dragged two dishes in again. Seeing the old man's greedy look, she couldn't help laughing, "Dad, you are so old, but you are still not in good shape."

The old man pouts his beard, glares, and says, "Girls are really not worth keeping when they grow up. Now they are making fun of me. Hurry up and stew the golden thread grass."

The woman glanced at Ishikawa and seemed to understand something. She smiled shyly and turned away.

Ishikawa was a little puzzled.

The old man couldn't hold back any longer. After Ishikawa filled him with wine, he gently lifted the wine glass with his hand, closed his eyes slightly, shook his head gently, and sighed, "Good wine, it is really good wine."

He took a sip and was even more intoxicated and couldn't extricate himself. After a long time, the old man opened his eyes, stared at the wine pot and said, "Young friend, you are really a fellow traveler. You actually have such a good wine. I have drunk countless wines in my life, but this is the first time I have drunk such a good wine."

The old man smacked his lips, looking unsatisfied.

Looking at Ishikawa's expression, he also found a lot of changes.

The two of them exchanged cups and soon had four or five cups. Ishikawa took advantage of this spiritual wine to slowly regulate his breath and restore his spiritual power. However, no matter how Ishikawa asked, Zhong Lao did not mention Ishikawa's question, saying that he would tell Ishikawa after dinner.

"Dad, the golden thread grass is here." The woman brought in a small bowl and placed it in front of Ishikawa. A spiritual fragrance came into Ishikawa's nose.

Ishikawa opened the lid of the bowl. In the small bowl, there was something like an old tree root, with a dark yellow color. But it looked like meat.

The fragrance must have come from this object.

Only then did Ishikawa realize that there was only such a bowl of this thing called golden thread grass.

The old man looked at Ishikawa with a smile and said, "Eat it."

The woman looked at Ishikawa with a shy look.

"Is this the way to treat guests here?"

The gazes of the two people made Ishikawa a little embarrassed. Let's eat something. As for the two people watching. Moreover, this golden thread grass is full of spiritual power and must be a heavenly and earthly treasure. It should be of some benefit to your cultivation after taking it.

And from the old man's words, this golden thread grass does not seem to be rare. Ishikawa considered asking the old man where the golden thread grass was collected later, and also picked one to plant in the fairy mansion.

Of course, Ishikawa didn't eat and drink for free. Leaving a few pills for the father and daughter could also extend their lives.

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After three rounds of drinking, Ishikawa's spiritual power was almost restored.

"Come on...keep drinking..." The old man's eyes when he looked at Ishikawa had undergone many changes.

"Bang bang bang" a violent knock on the door came from outside.

"Dad, they're here again." The woman looked terrified.

"What are you afraid of?" The old man drank the spiritual wine in the cup in one gulp and said with a smile: "Open the door."

After a while, four or five people entered the room. The small thatched cottage, which was originally very narrow, was packed to the brim.

"Mr. Zhong, today I brought a generous gift to propose marriage. I hope Ying'er and I will get married soon." A man in his thirties raised his eyebrows, and the people behind him delivered several large packages. Come.

"I have decided on a good son-in-law, so I don't need you to worry about it." The old man said calmly.

The man laughed a few times and said: "In the valley, apart from me, I'm afraid there is no one..."

Before the man spoke, he saw Ishikawa sitting beside him, his nose twitching slightly, and his face suddenly changed: "You...you gave him the Golden Thread Grass to eat?"

The old man nodded with a smile and said, "My son-in-law eats my golden thread grass. Is there anything wrong with that?"

"You...you..." The man's face instantly turned pale, and he punched the table, making a big hole in the table. The dishes on the table were also shaken up and fell to the ground.

"Who is this guy? Old man Zhong, you are so brave..." The man said and was about to attack Mr. Zhong.

However, before his fist touched Mr. Zhong, it seemed to be caught by something invisible, and it was frozen in the air, unable to move.

"Go away" was shouted coldly. When the sound entered this person's mind, although it was not loud, it was like thunder, making this person's face instantly pale and his forehead covered with cold sweat.

"You...are you an immortal from the outside world?" The man's expression changed greatly. "Let's go..."

Four or five people fled in a hurry, leaving only the stunned father and daughter named Zhong.

"My father-in-law, can you explain it to me?" Ishikawa said coldly. From the conversation between the few people just now, Ishikawa seemed to sense that he was being taken advantage of.

"It's a long story. Whenever a girl is born in our valley, a golden thread grass will grow in the house. This grass is very delicate and grows very slowly. It will only grow when the daughter gets married. become."

Ishikawa nodded. It is normal for such a treasure to take more than ten years to mature. Mr. Zhong actually gave out such a precious gift, which was obviously sincere, but Ishikawa had no plans to get married.

Mr. Zhong continued: "There is also a custom in the valley. When a daughter gets married, golden thread grass is used as a dowry. This means that only the future uncle will have the opportunity to eat golden thread grass. And after eating golden thread grass, not only will the strength Multiplication is also very useful for practicing martial arts, and we are not allowed to take concubines in the valley, so even though Liu Heizi already has four wives and concubines, he still came to get married. I only have one daughter, Ying'er, and I don't want to look at her. I suffered a lot in my marriage, but now I see my little friend’s beautiful face, so I came up with this idea.”

Zhong Ying looked at Ishikawa with a shy expression, and seemed to have decided that Ishikawa was his husband.

After hearing this, Ishikawa couldn't help but smile bitterly. Said: "Old man, you heard it just now, I am a cultivator, so..."

As soon as Ishikawa said this, Zhong Ying's face turned pale instantly, his eyes were filled with tears, and he turned around and ran out.

"Anyway, you have already taken the golden thread grass, so this matter is no longer up to you. Besides, what if you are a cultivator? As long as you come to the valley, you will have no chance to leave again."

"How do you say this? Could it be that I have seen other cultivators." Ishikawa's face changed slightly.

"Although I have only lived for more than sixty years, I have met a few cultivators. When they first came here, they were just like you, thinking about how to leave this place, but after a few days, you will understand."

Although Ishikawa knew that this place was an abyss, it shouldn't be a place of great calamity, and Mr. Zhong didn't look like someone who was lying.

Just as he was thinking about it, the old man said again: "Five miles west of here, there are many so-called cultivators gathering. You can go and take a look."

"Thank you, father-in-law." Ishikawa left a bottle of Gu Yuan Dan and stood up to leave.

The old man looked at Ishikawa's retreating figure and chuckled: "Boy, you have to come back today."