The Path to Becoming Immortal

After a detailed explanation, Ning Ping returned to the edge of the courtyard.

After a while, a clear bird song came from afar.

"Hey... Fourth Elder, listen!"

Yun Chengwang, who was staring at the thatched cottage from time to time, suddenly turned his head to look outside the courtyard with a look of surprise.

"It's true! I thought it was an illusion just now! It's so strange."

At this time, both of them stood up.

"Let's go and take a look. We have never seen any monsters here. If it is really an ancient spirit beast, then our trip will be explained!"

Yun Chengwang was also excited at this moment. You know, Qinglan Secret Realm is a dead land. There have never been some evil things, and no one has ever heard of the existence of spirit beasts.

"Well, okay, let's go and take a look, but be careful!"

As they talked, the two walked out of the courtyard together. Sure enough, not long after they walked out, they saw a strange bird standing on the bridge.

Of course, it was Yaoyao.

At this moment, Yaoyao's feathers were colorful, well-behaved and gorgeous.

He looked at the two people of the Yun family with a rather arrogant look, turned his head and flew to the other end of the bridge, and then stopped again.

"Fourth Elder, look! What kind of spiritual beast is this!" Yun Chengwang said with surprise.

Wen Lingyao was originally a rare creature with only one in the world.

Now, after several advancements, Yaoyao has changed a lot, and even his aura is very different from before. Of course, they can't recognize it.

"It's really a living thing! Be careful, don't get separated! Even if we can't get it, we must ensure safety first."

At this time, Yun Yongxing vaguely felt that this matter was a bit strange, and even faintly sensed the existence of a murderous intent.

He even showed the magic weapon in his hand and became more cautious.

As the two approached, Yaoyao flew away again, and slowly the bird and the two disappeared.

Ning Ping had already followed to the bridge at this time.

To be honest, I was still thinking about whether there was an opportunity to attack by surprise.

But Yun Yongxing was too cautious. The high-level cultivator's spiritual perception was too sharp. The other party actually noticed the murderous intent that he revealed.

"Hmph, you are lucky. I will deal with you later!" After satiating his desire, Ning Ping turned around and walked towards the thatched cottage.

When he arrived in front of the courtyard, the gate was opened at this moment, as if welcoming guests. A soul source incense also disappeared into a hidden place at the side with a flick of his finger.

After making all preparations, Ning Ping still operated the Tongtian Sutra technique all over his body, and the token was inserted into his waist.

"Hey, it's still useful!" With a very obscure wave sweeping over, Ning Ping walked into the courtyard without any hindrance.

As he continued to move forward, he unknowingly arrived at the steps of the thatched cottage.

His heart became more and more strange. The strong pressure he saw from them before did not appear on him.

It can even be said that he did not feel any pressure. The thatched cottage was still a thatched cottage, and the courtyard was still a courtyard.

After a slight hesitation, Ning Ping stepped up in one step, fearing that the two members of the Yun family behind him would turn around.

"Strange!"

Ning Ping narrowed his eyes and looked around. There was still no pressure on the steps, or any other abnormal existence.

If you can't figure it out, just don't think about it. Anyway, it's a good thing if it's good for you. He came to the wooden door in two steps.

Without hesitation, Ning Ping pushed the door open and entered.

Simple! Simple!

This was Ning Ping's first impression of the thatched cottage. There was a simple wooden fence separating the screen in front of him.

Behind it was a living room like a waterside pavilion. Through the open platform behind, there was a pond outside and a pleasant scenery in the distance, which was more open than he had imagined.

The thatched cottage was not big, and it fell into his eyes at a glance. Yun Deyou, who had entered before, had long disappeared.

He walked to the screen. According to Wen Renjian, after crossing here, he would face unknown dangers.

After looking around, Ning Ping took a deep breath and walked forward from the screen.

"Strange!" After walking through the screen, Ning Ping was on guard, but the so-called danger did not come.

He did not even notice any abnormality.

There was a long table next to the outer wooden fence. It can be imagined that the previous owner often sat here, drinking tea and watching the scenery.

"Hey! What is this?"

At this time, Ning Ping's eyes were attracted by a silver mirror on the table behind the wooden fence screen.

Ning Ping, who thought he had encountered a spiritual treasure, immediately took a closer look.

Ning Ping did not start immediately. Wen Renjian told him not to touch any items in the thatched cottage unless it was absolutely necessary.

After a while, Ning Ping showed a look of disappointment. This silver mirror was extremely ordinary.

It can even be said that it was just an ordinary solid silver mirror, and there was no abnormal fluctuation in it.

"Could this be a woman's residence?" Ning Ping thought so in his heart.

He looked around and saw that there was still no abnormality. He even went back to the door, opened the door and looked out.

The small courtyard is still a small courtyard, and there is no abnormality either.

Returning to the living room again, looking out at the charming scenery in the distance, Ning Ping's heart was calm at the moment, as if he didn't feel that he was in danger at all.

Just as Ning Ping looked back, he was staring at a place and was stunned, and then he was even more stunned.

But the place he looked at was empty, but his heart was surging.

Waterside Pavilion! Lanyue Tower! Wu Chuxun!

His thoughts instantly returned to the attic waterside pavilion of Wu Chuxun in Guangming City, Hunyuan Star.

Once the memory was brought back, everything appeared before his eyes.

There should be a painting where he was staring at now.

In that painting, it was a valley surrounded by mountains and water, a thatched house in the valley, and a path winding through the mountains.

Now thinking back, it was exactly the same as here.

"Sister Chuxun! Is that you? Have you been here?"

Ning Ping was shocked at this moment. He didn't expect to encounter such a situation in the Qinglan Secret Realm and encounter everything related to Wu Chuxun.

"Who are you? How did you appear here? How did you appear in Guangming City..."

Ning Ping's mind was in a mess.

At this time, a familiar face also appeared at the same time, and a name that had disappeared for a long time also appeared.

"Sister Qingyao, are you okay now? You should have condensed your Nascent Soul now..."

...

Who is Sister Chuxun? She must have been here? Or everything here must have a great connection with her.

Maybe she had something unforgettable here! Therefore, I remembered this place deeply in my heart and drew it.

Some things may be very simple, but I just think too complicated when I see them suddenly.

Ning Ping shook his head in self-mockery.

Walking around the thatched cottage with nostalgia, every bit of the past came to my mind one by one.