Mortal's journey to immortality

With the help of the rich spiritual energy, Wang Lu quickly entered a state of meditation.

I don’t know how long it took, but with a "swish", the gate of the courtyard opened, and Song Fengyu, dressed in gray and with a serious expression, walked into the courtyard.

He seemed to be preoccupied with something and didn't notice Wang Lu under the locust tree at all. He walked towards Fang Luo nonchalantly.

Suddenly, as if he had sensed something, Song Fengyu's whole body tensed up suddenly. At the same time, with a "clang" sound, a white spirit sword appeared in his hand, and he was about to attack the unknown intruder.

"How...how...how come it's you, Junior Brother Wang!"

Song Fengyu rubbed his eyes fiercely, as if he had not yet woken up, and shouted with excitement and surprise in his stuttering.

"Haha, who else but me would know your secluded place?"

"Haha, Senior Brother Song, it's been one thousand and twenty-five years since we last met. I missed you so much. I hope you are doing well."

Wang Lu laughed and walked up to him and patted his broad and strong shoulders.

"Alas, it's hard to explain in a few words. Junior brother, let's sit down and talk."

Song Fengyu walked to another stone bench and sighed.

After sitting down, he placed his hands on the stone table, his eyes were heavy, yet he remained silent.

Wang Lu knew at a glance that Song Fengyu was filled with helplessness and sadness. Could it be that something had happened to Senior Song Mingtang?

We have to let him speak.

He joked: "This is not your style, Brother Song. Have you hidden your previous indifference, competitiveness, lofty ambitions, and unrestrainedness? Why don't you quickly ask him to come out to greet me and tell him that his good brother Wang Lu is here to help."

"hehe."

Song Fengyu smiled bitterly: "You, well, since my junior brother is here, you have to take good care of him. I'll call him out right away."

"That's right."

Wang Lu said with a smile.

However, something surprising happened immediately.

Song Fengyu suddenly stood up, flashed onto the steps, and yelled at the sky, "Song Fengyu, what the hell are you doing? Come out quickly. Junior Brother Wang left his wife Chen Yaer and traveled thousands of miles to help. Did you hear me? If you heard me, answer me."

As soon as the voice fell, before Wang Lu could react, Song Fengyu immediately changed his shouting into a roar in response: "What are you yelling for, old man? I heard you, I'm here right away."

"call."

Like a spark, Song Fengyu instantly came to the stunned Wang Lu, tightly grasped his shoulders, and said with a smile: "Junior brother, my good junior brother, you made me wait so hard, and finally you came."

"Haha, let's sit down and talk."

Wang Lu was pressed to sit on the stone bench in a daze. Song Fengyu raised his hand and two cups of spiritual tea with spiritual power rolling like waves came out of nowhere. He said with a smile: "Hey, talk while drinking tea, otherwise your mouth will be dry."

The strong fragrance of the seeds penetrated directly into his soul, and Wang Lu came back to his senses, his eyes filled with amazement.

Song Fengyu was able to return to his true self from an unimaginable event, and he is truly a tough guy who can take things as they come.

He picked up the amber teacup and drank it all in one gulp.

"call."

An extremely condensed and long fragrance instantly spread throughout the body, and an indescribable feeling of comfort arose spontaneously.

“Good tea, excellent tea.”

Seeing Wang Lu's endless praise, Song Fengyu explained proudly: "Three hundred years ago, I entered the late stage of the Spiritualization, and I wanted to find out the news of my junior brother all over the world. I learned from the "Tingfeng Hall" that my junior brother had not yet reached the Spiritualization stage but defeated the tyrant Huang Yan, and became a Taoist couple with Chen Yaer. Soon after, he successfully broke through the Spiritualization stage. I was so happy at that time. For this reason, my senior brother racked his brains to give you a treasure as a wedding gift. Originally, I wanted to refine a new thing for my brother. Wife, who knew that Tian Yidong had taken the lead and built a huge flying treasure that I had to admire. There was no other way, I could only settle for the second best, if the quality was not good enough, I would make up for it with quantity. The spiritual tea that Junior Brother drank was called "Ningxiang", which was a rare treasure that the Song family, one of the ten ancient families in the wilderness, produced only one or two taels in three thousand years. It was taken from "a branch of red beauty with dew and condensed fragrance", which meant that Sister Ya'er was so beautiful and beautiful. Hey, I took away half a catty of this tea, leaving not a single drop for the Song family. "

"Haha, that's great. It's not easy. It's too difficult. When did you transform into a god-stealer? But I like it."

Wang Lu smiled happily and stretched out his hand. Song Fengyu understood what he meant and immediately handed over a thousand-year-old jade box that was tightly sealed with a high-level low-level forbidden spirit talisman. He immediately put it into the storage bag like a treasure.

The wine has Nie Fei's nectar, and the tea has "condensed fragrance". No matter drinking wine or tasting tea, Yaer will be full of fragrance and be stunningly beautiful.

Wang Lu was fascinated with the scene.

At this moment, there was a scream and a purple-gray lightning shot out from the spirit beast bag. The two of them had no time to react. They saw Zi Jiu's two gray tentacles "swoosh" into the cup that Song Fengyu had not yet opened to drink, and it instantly ate up all the water.

"Well..."

Zi Jiu seemed to have burped, and lazily returned to the old place on Wang Lu's left shoulder. His eyelids were drooping wildly, and he lay there motionless, and fell asleep in an instant.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……"

The two men came to their senses and immediately burst into loud and hearty laughter, which made Wang Lu almost cry.

After a long while, "cough cough cough", "cough cough cough", Song Fengyu endured the intense emotion of flying up and down, and said: "Junior brother's pet butterfly is so magical, I dare to assert that it is the only one of its kind."

"Hahahahaha..."

As soon as they finished speaking, the two of them burst out laughing again.

"Alright, alright, joking aside, this little butterfly is truly one-of-a-kind. The aura it exudes even makes me a little afraid. It's like facing a prehistoric giant beast. It's terrifying."

Song Fengyu said seriously.

Wang Lu was also extremely puzzled as to why Zi Jiu liked Ningxiang tea so much and what was the extraordinary origin of this tea. His love for it was a thousand times greater than that for Lingjing.

Song Fengyu only talked about how hard it was to get Ningxiang and its charming and intoxicating meaning, but did not talk about how it was made.

Wang Lu glanced at him nonchalantly.

Unexpectedly, Song Fengyu waved his hands and said, "I'm not lying to you, in our Song family, only my father and the clan leader know the origin of Ningxiang. Hey, I took advantage of my late stage of transformation to sneak in and steal it without anyone knowing."

"Just, just, I'll help you figure it out later."

Wang Lu rolled his eyes and had nothing to say to Song Fengyu, but he was deeply moved by his kindness.

Seeing him hesitating and seeming hesitant to speak, it seemed that just as he thought, something had happened to Senior Song.