Yinglong was already waiting for Qian Yiqun by the lake. When he saw Qian Yiqun arrive, he raised his slender snake neck and dived into the water again.

Seeing Yinglong's behavior, Qian Yiqun moved his heart and said, "Brother Yinglong, do you want me to step on?"

He had been holding it in for a long time, but he didn't expect Yinglong to understand it. Unexpectedly, Yinglong floated out of the water and nodded, dived back into the water again, only showing a long kiss, like a river beach.

Qian Yiqun looked at the nostrils that were enough to make him hide, looked at the clean and flawless pupils, jumped onto Ying Long's long kiss. The place where he landed was very stable, as if he was stepping on the ground.

Yinglong made a guttural sound and slowly raised his head.

Qian Yiqun thought to himself: Is this going to fly? As soon as he thought of this, he hurriedly bent down. Seeing that there was a dragon beard under his nostrils as thick as a big tree, he hurried over, using his hands and feet together, and hugging him.

The sound of water sounded loudly, and the dragon flapped its wings and rose up, and it actually broke away from the constraints of the lake, revealing its thicker hind limbs and gradually narrowing long tail.

Yinglong flew very fast. Qian Yiqun felt the storm suddenly rise and then stopped. When he opened his eyes, he saw that the bright moon shining in the sky was shining, and there were no peaks around him.

It turned out that Yinglong took him to heaven.

Qian Yiqun heard Ying Long's voice sound, looked down and saw that the highest peak of the holy realm was at his feet.

The more the stone peak reaches the top, the smoother it is, and there is no place to borrow strength at all. Qian Yiqun can climb to the mountainside at most. Now he is standing tall and he can see a thatched hut on the top of the stone peak, which is exactly the same as the thatched hut in the thatched hut dock.

Qian Yiqun was overjoyed: Could it be that this is the holy realm that Master has refined? Even the room type is the same!

Master Mu Dao Ren is the person with the highest cultivation level that Qian Yiqun saw and heard. If he was a saint, it would be no surprise to him that he had refined this holy realm.

Yinglong lowered the height, making his face almost equal to the peak, but due to his huge size, there was still a gap of three feet wide. This distance was really a piece of cake for Qian Yiqun today. He jumped over and reached the peak.

Qian Yiqun glanced around, and his joy was hard to suppress.

It turns out that the surrounding environment is similar to that of Maopuwu.

The thatched hut was backed by a huge rock, and the main door was open, revealing the black-burned stove inside. If Taoist Mu walked out of it at this time and grinned... Qian Yiqun would have taken it for granted.

He walked quickly towards the thatched hut, almost staggering, but his heart felt even more timid. He never counted the number of days in the holy realm, but only counted the number of times he met Ying Long every month, and he could roughly reveal that he had not seen anything in the world for at least five years. At this moment, even an oil bottle could make him excited.

"Master!"

Qian Yiqun really saw a thin figure sitting in the hall, facing the wall and facing the door, just like the past when the master meditated all night and rested, and couldn't help but shout.

The figure remained motionless.

When he walked up to him, Qian Yiqun realized that this was a desolate of a Taoist who had become a Taoist.

The molt was not at all rotten and foul, and it emitted a wave of peace. The fragrance of sandalwood floated in the air. It can be seen that this man's cultivation was already at the moment of understanding the human world and heaven, and he had cultivated into purple gold and jade. He was wearing a light blue Taoist robe, which was cut and combined. He could not see the stitches, and he must not be a common thing. There was no crown on his head, but only a scarf was tied.

The one-character scarf is not the common combination of yin and yang, but a secret word connected by the three words "Human Daocun". Although I have never seen this word, Qian Yiqun read it as "Tao" in his mind. After careful consideration, this word is based on the radical next to a single person, and the two characters "Taocun" with the upper and lower structures on the right are said: Can people rely on the great way and have their intentions?

Qian Yiqun had an idea, but he couldn't verify it, so he sighed slightly. He looked at the Taoist again. He had indeed had a childish face with a calm face and few wrinkles. If it weren't for the white hair like snow, he looked only forty or fifty years old. He saw that his muscles were the same and his skin was rosy, as if he was born. He had only one pair of eyes closed and his mouth was slightly restrained. It was obvious that he was not meditating, but he was indeed ascending with a smile.

——This saint looked familiar.

Qian Yiqun looked at it carefully and felt itchy in his heart, as if he had something to do with this past saint. After looking at it for a while, he stood up and scanned the house. He was like a thatched hut, and his family was as poor as a wall.

There are also differences.

On the wall facing the front of this remains, two lines of cursive script flow down, scorched and dry, and the movement and stillness are revealed, and Zhang Xuhuaisu's shadow can be seen vaguely.

Qian Yiqun took advantage of the full moonlight outside the house and looked closely. Thanks to his desire to increase his eyesight, otherwise it would be difficult to identify.

I saw this couplet read:

Entering this gate and this road, there are green cypresses and pine trees, don’t ask where Penglai is.

The people of Dengsge met with these people, with green mountains and clear waters, and there is a unique world.

Qian Yiqun read it twice and praised it in his heart: It turns out that he is indeed a fairy spirit. However, this couplet is a bit profound. If it is said that it only depicts the beautiful scenery here, it may be too shallow to see it. Unfortunately, my realm is not enough and it is still difficult to understand.

Qian Yiqun walked around again and saw a piece of plain silk on a lame table. He wrote two lines of handsome small calligraphy, like a woman's style. Qian Yiqun took it out of the door and read it in the moonlight: "The most damn thing to do when you accidentally enter the world, who should take the smoke and waves to sleep with me?"

——So resentful...

Qian Yiqun couldn't help laughing after reading it, and thought to himself: This is obviously a handwritten confession from a girl in Huaichun. It must be because of this old saint who has transformed into a sitting position. Ha, it turns out that the saint also has a youthful sentiment.

Qian Yiqun turned around and put down the plain silk. Suddenly the moonlight converged and the room went black. He thought it was Brother Yinglong soaring in the air and blocking the moon, but turned around and saw a figure blocking the door.

"Who are you?"

The two asked questions at the same time, with their usual tone and even the volume similar.

Qian Yiqun cleared his throat and said, "I am a little Taoist boy who accidentally entered here. Today, I have the help of Brother Yinglong. I have the fate to pay homage to the remains of this Taoist senior...."

"You joked about me just now, right?" The woman's voice was clear, with a slight slight sound. She took a step forward and asked, "Are you laughing at me?"

Qian Yiqun couldn't help but take a step back and said in his heart: I won't be so useless! It must be because she has a strong aura!

But to be fair, this woman appeared here quietly without a trace of aura fluctuation. Not to mention the aura of dominance, even the aura that ordinary women should have. She is like a phantom, not yet there.

Qian Yiqun is very obscene. Isn’t it an ordinary person who can suddenly appear in this holy realm? If even a cat and a dog can come, he wouldn’t have been able to find a partner to speak for many years. He smiled and said, “The fairy of Tang Abruptly is really a sin. Please forgive me if you don’t care about the villain’s life.”

"Do you want to say: Just think you are a fart, just go away if you let it go?" The woman's voice was plain, as if serious and joking, which made people unable to understand.

This fart joke is a mess for Qian Yiqun, but he is a little surprised to hear it in this world. Especially for such a woman who is unruly speaking, she really feels inconsistent with her words like "Fart" without any hindrance. Shouldn't she just sing graceful words such as "How many sunshine can you get in one spring?"

"Oh, just smile, I'm not laughed at." The woman sighed quietly and asked again, "Are you his French?"

"This...ah!" Qian Yiqun stepped forward and said, "Can I tell me in detail?"

The woman nodded slightly with the moonlight on her back.

Qian Yiqun closed his eyes slightly, took a deep breath, his lungs filled, and opened his conversation: "Xiaodao's real name is Qian Yiqun. He is from Wuxian, Gusu. He was born in the Wanli period. He had three generations of public servants in his family, and had a house and a field..." After holding back his words for many years, he finally found a personal audience. At this moment, where is there anything more important than speaking? Even if he annoyed this fairy sister, he would vomit the words in her belly before she drew her sword to kill people.

Not only did the girl not bothered Qian Yiqun to talk, but listened seriously. She occasionally interrupted and asked a few questions, or corrected the text of the scriptures that Qian Yiqun memorized, and was never impatient. After hearing Qian Yiqun talk about the reason for standing here tonight, the woman said a long time and concluded: "So you are not his French."

Qian Yiqun was quite embarrassed and scratched his head and said, "The Taoist Sect in the world is a family, he is a senior, maybe I have read what he wrote."

But the woman shook her head seriously: "He refused to write and write all his life. When he brought his apprentice, he was willing to preach occasionally, leaving a few couplets..." As she said, her eyes turned to the cursive script on the main hall wall, thinking about something, and it took a long time to come back to her senses. She shook her head fiercely and said, "He often said that nothing he said and did was his own, and his predecessors had already explained everything he should have said."

Qian Yiqun replied: "That's right, my master said so too."

"Indeed, the great way is the only one, and what the real Taoist thinks is just ordinary." The woman sighed, "I always think differently from him, and I will only cause trouble."

"What do you call a fairy?" Qian Yiqun was isolated for five years and has attracted this woman as a friend.

"You don't have to get close to me." The woman said bluntly, "I'm not you, I seem to have never seen anyone."

Qian Yiqun felt quite hurt in his heart and said frowningly: "I am really sick when I am alone in the mountains. I don't know how to return to the world, nor do I know what the family is doing."

The woman's voice eased a lot and said, "You have not erased your favors, it's very good, it's very good. Don't be like him, not even like a person."

Qian Yiqun followed the woman's gaze and looked at the legacy of the Saint, thinking: I imagined him like him... I don't have such great luck! Well, no, even if there is, I have to wait for my parents... No, wait until my sister is a hundred years later.

"Do you have a lover?" the woman asked suddenly.
Chapter completed!