002 Holy Dragon Order

Twenty years later, 30 miles outside Xuanzhou, there is a small town called Pingyiji. It takes this name because it is full of plains and 100 miles away except for a high mountain that stands straight into the clouds in the east. There is a simple building in the town, called Baoxiang Pavilion. There is a well-known storyteller in the pavilion, who is eloquent and skillful, known as the Yellow Elephant.

In the evening of this day, it was time to talk again. The oli was born with a long suit in blue, and the white fan in his hand patted his hand. His eyes were slightly obliquely to a group of listeners and shouted, "Yesterday, when it comes to the mainland of China, there is an evil fairy named Long Xiaofeng, whose skills are extraordinary. Heaven into the earth, omnipotent. Because of the hatred of his family, he attracted a huge peak with supreme immortal power and smashed the mountain gate of Tianyuan.

The wonderful words this story attracted everyone as if it were the icing on the cake. He paused, looked at the reaction of the crowd with satisfaction, and picked up the awake wood with his right hand and patted it again.

"What is the Xianjia Mountain Gate? That's a matter of face. The second old man of Tianyuan was naturally so angry that his beard trembled..." Speaking of this, Huang Lisheng noticed that a little beggar in yellow broken clothes and beautiful faces was hiding among the audience of the Baoxiang Pavilion, frowned, and the white fan turned darkly in that direction. The servant under the stage noticed Huang Lisheng's signal.

He rolled up his sleeve and walked into the crowd, grabbed the child's ear and shouted, "You boy is here to eavesdrop again. He wants to listen to the supplementary ticket."

The little beggar in yellow shook his head timidly but refused to leave, and his eyes always looked at the angry eolls on the stage. Ah, I still won't go." The little man's hand was so hard that he grinned in pain and only shouted: "The fool has no money, the fool has no money. The fool just wants to listen to the fairy story. The fool wants to listen to the fairy story, and the fool wants to listen." The yellow-shirted beggar grabbed the little boy's hand hard and tried to break free, but he was too young to be able to twist it at all.

"I don't have money to listen to stories, just find a lottery!" The little maid grabbed the little beggar who tried his best to break free all the way to the door and kicked him out, causing a burst of laughter in the hall.

The yellow-shirted beggar was kicked out by the little boy, but fell to the ground and did not give up the idea of continuing to listen to Huang Lisheng's story. He rubbed the painful place and stood up. Standing outside the Baoxiang Pavilion, he faintly saw Huang Lisheng waving a fan on the stage and spitting, but his ears were intermittently, and his heart was so anxious.

"Oh, fool, are you listening to the eolls blowing again?" A question, with a little mockery, came from the mouth of a half-year-old child. He looked beautiful about ten years old and led three boys through the door of Baoxiang Pavilion.

The yellow-shirted beggar turned his head, sucked his nose and looked at the four people stupidly and said, "Liu Feng is wrong. How can the fairy story be blown?"

"It's just bragging. There are no flying immortals in the world. A fool is a fool." The child called Liu Feng by the little beggar laughed, and the three people around him also laughed at the yellow-shirted beggar.

"You are not allowed to laugh." The yellow-shirted beggar was very angry, his face turned red, and his fists were tightly clenched.

The four people ignored him, but felt that the little beggar looked more funny and shouted one by one, "There are no immortals in the world, bragging and bragging."

The little beggar in yellow was angry and jumped on Liu Feng. The two fought together, but he was still young and the other party was full of people. He, who had the upper hand, was immediately grabbed by Liu Feng and pressed to the ground.

Liu Feng looked pale and looked at the little beggar in yellow and smiled, "Yang Zifan, you have guts today. You dare to hit me. Come on, there are no immortals in the world. If you say so, I will let you go.

Who knew that Yang Zifan turned his head, looked unyielding, and shouted, "There are immortals and immortals in this world. I must become immortals in the future."

Liu Feng was angry from his heart and shouted, "Do you want to say it?"

Although Yang Zifan was strangled by the trachea, he still refused to say it. He held his neck red and shouted over and over again, "I will definitely become a fairy, and I will definitely become a fairy."

Thinking of him at such a young age, he is stupid and has such a tough nature.

Liu Feng's hands are getting stronger and stronger, and the two of them look more and more wrong. Seeing that a big disaster is about to happen.

Suddenly, I heard a man on the roadside scold in Xuanzhou dialect: "What's the quarrel? Don't be afraid of quarreling with people!" A bamboo stick gently knocked on Liu Feng's finger. Liu Feng shouted in pain and quickly withdrew his hand. Seeing a shriveled old man in strange purple standing beside him, he shouted in horror, "It's an old monster. Run!" Then he stumbled home with three other boys.

Yang Zifan stared at Liu Feng, who was far away, and gasped. Obviously, he had just suffoed fiercely.

The shrive old man, who was called an old monster by Liu Feng's children, looked at Yang Zifan with a small bamboo pole in his hand and smiled and said, "Kid, why are you so stubborn?"

Yang Zifan rubbed the pain on his body, stood up and said, "Mr. Weird, Liu Feng said that there are no immortals in the world."

Mr. Strange patted his head and smiled, "Kid, why are you so sure there are immortals!"

Yang Zifan said seriously, "My mother said that when there are immortals, she can be saved. Huang Yusheng also said that there are immortals. You also said that there are immortals looking at us in the sky, and there must be immortals." He is stupid and simple by nature. He thinks that people around him who can be close to him said that there are immortals in the world.

Mr. Strange can only shake his head and sigh in his eyes, "It's really a good material for cultivating immortals with such a tough personality, but it's a pity that the qualification is too poor. But..." Thinking of this, he focused on a gray rope exposed on Yang Zifan's neck, bent down and asked, "Yang Zifan, hasn't your bronze medal been exposed just now?"

Yang Zifan shook his head and said, "Sir said that if you can't let others see it, I won't let others see it. Do you want to take it again?"

Mr. Strange smiled and said, "No, you don't have to take it today." He smiled bitterly in his heart. Since he accidentally passed by ten years ago and found that the child had the holy dragon order that everyone dreamed of in the immortal world hanging on his chest (Note 1), he quietly contacted Yang Zifan. After some research, we have already figured out why these fairy things have become so ordinary. The Holy Dragon Order has recognized Yang Zifan as his master, and things follow his master. Yang Zifan is a mortal, and it also naturally turns into a mortal appearance.

It's just that Mr. Wei still couldn't figure out why such a fairyland thing recognized Yang Zifan as its master. Later yesterday, he suddenly realized that Long Xiaofeng was also so tenacious and unyielding in those years. This token must have thought that Yang Zifan was Long Xiaofeng.

At this moment, looking at Yang Zifan again, he was helpless and sighed at the impermanence of heaven and earth: "Can such a stupid person understand the secret in the token? Unless..." Mr. Strange thought of that method, his heart moved but shook his head repeatedly and said, "Let's go! Yang Zifan, go back to Mr. Strange's house and tell you the story of Long Xiaofeng becoming an immortal.

"Okay, okay!" Yang Zifan clapped his little hand and followed Mr. Strange. After all, it is a child's heart, and few unpleasant things have just happened to be forgotten.

Note 1: After the success of the dragon roaring wind, he left this holy dragon order and said, "As long as he gets the token and finds out the secret of the token, he will go down to the earth to fulfill a wish for this person."

Mr. Strange's family lives in a feng shui place on the outskirts of the city. There is a small river at the door, and several willow trees in front of the house are just green. That's what Mr. Wei asked him to plant when Yang Zifan's mother died, and now it has been more than five years.

The light in the courtyard of the small building was softly lit. Mr. Strange tasted the local wine in the countryside with his feet and waved his hand and said, "Thinking what kind of person the dragon whistling wind is, but he is full of righteousness in the evil faction. There are many people who hate him, but there are also many people who respect him. On this day, he sat in the peak of Qianxun, suddenly felt that his heart trembled, and the Yuanying was hidden in his body. There is a faint tendency to leave Zifu, and you will know that the future is coming..."

Speaking of this, Mr. Strange's face is excited. He has also been longing for becoming an immortal in the hearts of immortals, and this story is also very exciting.

Yang Zifan listened carefully and squeezed a pair of small fists tightly. He had already heard the stories of Huang Yusheng from Mr. Wei. This time, he heard that the great hero he admired, Long Xiaofeng, was about to cross the disaster and become an immortal, and his little heart had already boiled.

Outside the house, the night was surprisingly quiet. The usual rustling willows were gone, and even the sound of trickling water could not be heard at all. Mr. Weird's thin eyebrows on his silated face moved slightly, and his face became serious. He stopped telling the story and whispered to Yang Zifan, "Do you remember the basement that Mr. Weird took you to?"

Yang Zifan was fascinated by this, but Mr. Strange suddenly asked about the small room and was a little confused, but when he saw a serious expression on Mr. Strange's face, he nodded quickly.

Mr. Weird said, "Yang Zifan, you go to that room first and make a pot of tea for Uncle Wei, and I'll go in later and continue to tell you the story, okay?"

"Ye" Yang Zifan nodded. Being able to listen to the story was his greatest motivation. He quickly ran to an extremely secret place in the house with the teapot in his arms.

Just after Yang Zifan disappeared into the house, Mr. Strange's face was awe-faced and waved his hand to sprinkle a ban.

A sharp strange voice came from outside the house at almost the same time: "Hey... The Qingfeng old ghost of the Tianyuan School, you have been hiding for so many years, but it's easy for me to find."

Qingfeng's hand pinching method appeared in the courtyard, wearing purple clothes and dancing in the wind. His eyes were full of energy and did not look lazy as usual. He stared at the man in black in the courtyard: "Who are you? I don't seem to have a grudge against you."

The man in black said, "Why do you know who I am? I'm here today for one thing."

"Blood flag?" Qingfeng hummed and said, "This kind of evil thing will naturally be ruined if I get it!"

"What? Destroyed?" The man in black was furious and raised his hand with a red light. In an instant, the gloomy wind in the courtyard was strong and ghosts were continuous.

Qingfeng's face was angry: "Well, you conscienceless guys have practiced another time, and I will never get around you today."

The man in black sneered, but did not answer. With a big hand, the sky was red and bright, black clouds rolled, and a scarlet object of more than five feet slowly rose. At this time, the courtyard was quiet, and there was only the sound of the thing flying in the sky.

"Old ghost of Qingfeng, die!" The man in black jumped into the scarlet thing with a sigh, and the sky immediately turned into a sea of blood. All kinds of ghosts, bones, and the sound of resentment broke the silence and shouted, which was shocked.

"Ghost Cry! I'm afraid it's not that easy to mess up my mind. The breeze shouted softly, and the golden light all over the body was bright. A circle of oval Taoist Zhenyuan came out and moved slowly around.

"Hey..." There was a gloomy smile in the sky, and a ferocious face appeared in the sea of blood, with two eyes and two corners. The blood basin shouted "wow", and the three eyes on his face suddenly opened. With a "wow" sound, it turned into a body and rushed out of the sea of blood and blew towards the old road with a gust of gloomy wind.

Qingfeng's face is even more angry. The more powerful this blood flag is, the more innocent people will be killed in the refining process. The flag in front of him is more than twice as much as the one he destroyed before, and there are more blood demons turned into entities. I'm afraid he killed more than a thousand people for this thing.

There was a continuous ghost in his ear, and there was a gloomy wind, and the ghost was about to hit the golden light on his body in a blink of an eye. Qingfeng shouted softly: "Photo." There was a foot more white jade in his hand, and he flew out with golden light. He couldn't help but feel weak, but as soon as the white jade came out, he seemed to have a thousand pounds of power to collide with the blood demon, and then stiffened.

Qingfeng smiled proudly and said, "Just like this spell, dare to be with my Tianyuan..." Before the word "Yuan" was finished, he suddenly found that the blood demon on Bai Yu had turned into Yang Zifan. He was shocked and quickly withdrew his hand to take back Bai Yu. As soon as he led Yang Zifan to the mask with his right hand, he didn't expect Yang Zifan to enter the mask and sprinkled his body. There was a light red fog, and it smelled incomparable fragrance in the nose.

"The devil is scattered!" Qing Fengzi was shocked, and the golden light on his body trembled. At this time of confusion, the ghosts around him moved, and the disappearing blood demon suddenly appeared in front of the golden light, smashing the golden light and hitting the chest of the breeze.

The whole wind was blown out. After a while, his thin body hit the wall of the courtyard with a "boom", the dust flew, and the whole building fell down.

"Hey hey hey hey..." The man in black in the sea of blood smiled and was extremely proud.

The breeze stood up tremblingly, his chest was hot, and a mouthful of blood spewed out, dyeing the ground in front of him red. He forced himself to calm down and glanced at Yang Zifan, who had been sleeping peacefully. Seeing that his face was ruddy and his breath was obviously just faint and not injured, he was immediately relieved.

"You and other shameless people actually cheat with a child." Qingfeng said half of his tough words but lost his strength, as if he were talking to himself.

Tianmo San began to play a role, and a trace of black gas overflowed from the eyebrows and flowed to all parts of the seven orifices in a blink of an eye. Qingfeng's body was soft and seemed difficult to support, but he still supported his body and was unwilling to fall down. He looked at the man in black in the sea of blood and said, "I'm afraid your intention this time is not on the blood flag."

The man in black smiled and said, "Yes, the blood flag is nothing in my eyes. If this boy doesn't plot against you, it's not easy to deal with your strong cultivation in the empty underworld. Hand over the Holy Dragon Order quickly, and I will give you the antidote of Tianmosan and spare you immortality.

"Haha, ha ha!" Qingfeng looked up to the sky and laughed sadly, and his face was awe-ble. He said harshly, "The Holy Dragon Order is for you, delusional."

The man in black in the sea of blood was furious: "Then you are looking for death." The blood flag danced in the wind, and the ghosts were continuous. The blood sea rolled out three blood demons in a row. They opened their mouths and took a deep breath of blood fog in the sea of blood and rushed to the breeze one by one.

Qingfeng put his hands together, and his purple clothes were windless. Circles of runes slowly swam on the surface of the clothes, as if they had come back to life.

"One-day clothes!" When the man in black saw this, he was shocked and a little more solemn.

"The ingeniful way is to vaporize it." Qingfeng shouted loudly and his eyes widened. Almost at the same time, the three blood demons had rushed over and opened their mouths to spit out a mouthful of blood fog. As soon as the breeze finger moved, the purple clothes shot out and collided with the blood fog. The sky suddenly flashed, and as soon as the blood fog touched the purple clothes, it suddenly turned into wisps of white gas.

The three-headed blood demon was furious, screaming and bumping into the purple clothes, but they couldn't get in at all. Instead, they were rubbed by the charms on the purple clothes.

With all this, Qingfengzi's body shook again. Tianmo San, the first strange poison in the immortal world, has invaded the seven orifices, and it is still difficult to resist his powerful cultivation in the underworld. His eyes were gradually covered by black gas, but the corners of his eyes still paid attention to Yang Zifan lying on the side, with a little reluctance and a little regret.

"Photo!"

Qingfeng closed his eyes and roared. The white jade in his hand flew out with a fierce air. His heart's blood sprayed on it, and the palm-sized white jade shrank more than doubled, turning into two, two into four, and instantly turned into more than a hundred and shot away at the blood demon.

I only heard the continuous sound of "ping-pong", and hundreds of white jade hit the blood demon.

"Wow...ah!" The three blood monsters shouted to retreat one after another under the attack of Bai Yu, and the blood on their bodies became less and less. The man in black in the sea of blood couldn't help clapping for the breeze and shouting, "What a thousand Taoism."

He was about to recommand the blood demon, but the breeze suddenly withdrew his heavenly clothes. His whole body was golden, turned into a figure, and disappeared to the ground in an instant. Several golden lights flashed around the blood demon, and the three blood demons slowly turned into a pool of blood water, which was extremely fishy.

The golden light faded, and the breeze floated in the air with its white hair. The five orifices were completely blinded by the black gas. The blue veins on the dry face were exposed, and the face was sweaty.

The man in black snorted coldly and said gloomically, "Humph. It's really one of the three elders of the Tianyuan School, like a stone in a pit, smelly and hard. Give me the Holy Dragon Order quickly, and I can still save you."

Qingfeng wiped the black blood from the corners of his mouth, but his expression was extremely resolute and hissed, "Even if I die here today, I will cut you under the sword."

Before the words fell, the breeze disappeared again. The man in the sea of blood immediately alerted and suddenly heard a long roar. Several golden lights burst out of the sea of blood and covered the whole sea of blood in a blink of an eye.

The man in black turned pale and said, "You have actually practiced a heavenly secret." The blood light on his body quickly turned into a round ball to wrap himself, but Qingfeng's swordsmanship is the best sword formula of the Tianyuan School. In the world of immortal cultivation, there has always been praise for who to compete with the battle.

The golden light covered the whole sky, and all the blood was scattered one after another, and finally dispersed everywhere and became invisible. The golden light was in the middle, and the breeze was shining all over, as sharp as a fairy sword looking at the human-shaped pit on the ground. The man in black had just been completely penetrated by his secret and fell to the ground, but there was no trace at this moment.

He looked around with a pair of golden eyes and heard it in his ear.

"The breeze falls to the ground, and everything returns to shape. The vast way of heaven hits it with weak water.

In an instant, the sky and the earth were gloomy and covered the golden light, and there was a strong wind everywhere.

"Weak water formula!" In an instant, Qingfeng's face was like dead ashes. He knelt down in the air in vain, his eyes were full of despair and unwillingness, and shouted, "Who are you? Who are you?"

The wind burst, and the sky was full of dark clouds. No one answered. The breeze spewed out black blood. Suddenly, he looked up to the sky in pain and laughed, "Haha, haha... You are actually from the Tianyuan faction, the Tianyuan faction."

He cried that the Tianyuan faction, which he grew up, actually had such scum. He cried that he was afraid that he would die tragically today, and he cried even more. He laughed at himself and laughed that he didn't expect that only the Tianyuan faction knew about the Holy Dragon Order at the beginning. He even laughed that he could compete with another magic formula of the Tianyuan faction today.

He laughed loudly, and his whole body returned to Zifu. He intended to fill his whole body. Yuanying, who had long been eroded by Tianmosan, looked at him and smiled, struggled with the last bit of spirit, and jumped up.

"The inconsistence of heaven, I want to kill it, kill it..." The two vast voices in the sky responded back and forth. It's like singing, like a sound, and more like a sigh.

When the sound falls, everything is quiet.

The rolling black clouds turned into thousands of weak waters and were involved in the mortal world, and the brilliant golden light broke through the sky like a shining sun.

The world is on the front line.

"No!" Between heaven and earth, a weak voice shouted loudly.

Yang Zifan woke up as early as when the breeze looked up to the sky and laughed. At this moment, he looked at the strange man who hit the sky into the water. His tears blurred his eyes and his heart was empty. He only felt that he seemed to lose something in the wind forever. That was not a story, nor a delicious thing, let alone something he knew. He didn't know what it was, and he couldn't figure out why. His head was as painful as a crack. He hugged and beat his head tightly and fainted in the storm.

......

I don't know how long it took, Yang Zifan woke up, and the tears in the corners of his eyes were still not dry. He tried to open his eyes to see what was going on around him. A dark shadow waved down, and there was a pain in his neck, and everything turned black again.

Qingfeng sat next to Yang Zifan and leaned against the willow tree behind him. Everything except his left hand was bloody, and black blood kept flowing out of his dilapidated body and blackened the ground.

He slowly withdrew Yang Zifan's hand and sighed, "Son, I can't let you see me like this. You have to live well."

The night sky is bleak, and a meteor breaks the silence.

Qingfeng looked up at the residual light that disappeared in the night sky, slowly closed his eyes and took a long breath. I opened my eyes for a long time, but there was an extra decision in my eyes.

He tried his best to take out a blood-stained jade pendant from his bloody body and carefully put it in Yang Zifan's pocket, and tried his best to take off the holy dragon order hanging on Yang Zifan's neck.

It was a dilapidated bronze medal full of copper rust with a holy word in the middle. The breeze raised it tremblingly higher than his head, with a sad smile on his face.

"Mixian Tao, Weiming Tiandao!" He used his last strength to read the general formula of the Tianyuan faction loudly, no matter who he was in black, everything seemed to matter in the face of death.

The mountain wind blows, the night is cold, and the breeze ignites a cold purple flame. That is a special flame that can only be produced by immortals burning his own purple house. Such flames are only cold and indifferent.

He smiled and looked at the holy dragon order that gradually faded from the copper rust in his hand, and closed his eyes kindly.

That night, there was a rainstorm in the cloudy sky, and thunder flashed through the sky, as if crying for the death of the breeze.

Under the willow tree, Yang Zifan woke up. There was no breeze in front of him, and there was no room. Only a strong man in white and a bearded face stood in front of him.

"Who are you?" Yang Zifan was a little afraid of his copper bell-like eyes, and then thought of Mr. Weird. He searched around but didn't see him and asked loudly, "Where's Mr. Weird? Where's Mr. Weird? What's wrong with you?"

The strong man did not pay attention to Yang Zifan's words. He stared at the holy dragon order shining with fairy light on his chest and said with a strong earthy sound, "Is the holy dragon order yours?"

Only then did Yang Zifan find that the bronze medal around his neck was shining. He quickly received a wary look at him and lied, "No, I don't have a holy dragon order."

But after all, he never told a lie, just because Mr. Strange repeatedly told him not to say goodbye to others, so he lied for the first time in his life. Naturally, he hesitated, and a discerning person could understand what was going on at a glance.

"I think this child is dull and Long Xiaofeng. It seems that your brand is going to cause you a big joke." The water light behind the strong man suddenly lit up in the night and began to slowly converge. Finally, he converged into a handsome man, looking at him with a pair of blue eyes.

The strong man is naturally Long Xiaofeng. He blew his nose and said angrily, "How can you follow the water fairy? There is nothing that I can't do. I see that this boy is very qualified, and he will become a great talent in the future."

The water fairy covered her mouth and smiled, "Then I'll wait to see!"

"Dew sissy, wait and see!" Long Xiaofeng turned his head to Yang Zifan on the ground and said, "Follow me." Before Yang Zifan answered, he caught Yang Zifan like an eagle catching a chicken and turned into a meteor and disappeared into the sky.

The water fairy saw the distant dragon Xiaofeng, looked around a few times, yawned and said to himself, "This world hasn't come down for a long time, and it's still so boring!" Before the words fell, the body slowly thinned and melted into the rain.

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By the way, Yang Zifan was caught in the sky by Long Xiaofeng, and his face had already been scared to death. Looking at the ground flashing like lightning, his head was dizzy and uncomfortable. His body was cut like a knife, but he didn't say anything and bit his teeth to death.

Although Long Xiaofeng did not look at him, Yang Zifan's expression was vivid and he couldn't help but be a little surprised. This time, he was angry and only covered a small part of his strength to protect Yang Zifan from being crushed to death by the huge pressure caused by the move. But even so, if he were an ordinary fairy in the sky, he would have cried out after suffering like this. How could he look like this?

So he was happy and had less disgust with Yang Zifan, but his men did not add much fairy power. He also wanted to see how long the child could endure.

In this way, he went around a few big circles, and then fell into the clouds and put Yang Zifan, who was pale, on the ground.

As soon as Yang Zifan was put on the ground, he began to speak: "Dragon Fairy, where is Mr. Strange?" He can always remember the breeze that jumped into the air. Five years ago, he lost his parents and had already regarded Mr. Strange as his only relative.

Long Xiaofeng felt a little strange when he heard the name of Dragon Fairy and asked, "Why aren't you afraid of me?"

Yang Zifan rubbed his cold palm and said, "The blue-eyed man said you were Long Xiaofeng. I've heard many of your stories, so naturally I'm not afraid of you.

Long Xiaofeng also rarely laughed several times in a year. Hearing Yang Zifan call his sworn Immortal with blue eyes, he couldn't help laughing and said, "You're interesting. What's your name?"

Yang Zifan said, "The people in the collection called me a fool. My mother said that my name was Yang Zifan, and Mr. Wei said the same. Dragon Fairy, where the hell has Mr. Strange gone?

Yang Zifan mentioned Mr. Strange for the third time, but Long Xiaofeng was distressed in his heart: "The dead Taoist priest opened the Holy Dragon Order to accept this fool as an apprentice and asked me to deceive this child to become an immortal. The man who wanted me to lie to be a fool." He couldn't help sulkingly, "You blame the gentleman for becoming an immortal after killing the bad guy. After he went up, he used the holy dragon order to beg me to accept you as an apprentice."

When Yang Zifan heard that Mr. Strange had become a fairy, he immediately smiled and said with his palms, "It turned out that Mr. Strange has become a fairy. I thought something had happened to him. When can I see him?"

Long Xiaofeng was a little impatient and said perfunctorily, "You can naturally see him when you become a fairy. Give me three kowtows and worship me as a teacher."

Yang Zifan quickly knelt on the ground and banged his head seven or eight times. He has been longing for the affairs of immortals. Besides, Long Xiaofeng is naturally happy to worship the idol in his heart.

Long Xiaofeng nodded with satisfaction and motioned Yang Zifan to get up, but several times in a row, Yang Zifan was dumbfounded and didn't know how to stand up, and there was an unexplained anger in his heart: "This boy is really half stupid as the water fairy said, and I'm afraid it will be difficult to get into a climate in the future." He couldn't help shaking his head helplessly and reaching out a breeze to help Yang Zifan on the ground.

Yang Zifan did not investigate the changes in Long Xiaofeng's heart. He also knew nothing about the concept of immortals, but looked curiously at the surrounding scenery.

Surrounded by green peaks, green trees, and one or two white cranes flying in the sky from time to time, which is obviously a fairyland scene.

Long Xiaofeng said, "This is Qianxun Peak, the Taoist temple where I practiced in the mortal world. I don't have much time to go down to earth. What do you want to learn, Yang Zifan?

Yang Zifan thought for a moment and asked, "Thousands of spells finally seek one thing, that is long life. What kind of spell can make you live?"

Long Xiaofeng looked at his face a few more times. Although his face was full of mud, his eyes were bright and dark, and there was no stupidity. He asked, "Are you really stupid or pretending to be stupid?"

Yang Zifan didn't understand what Long Xiaofeng meant and said, "What is pretending to be stupid? These are all said by Mr. Weird!"

Long Xiaofeng said, "To pretend to be stupid is to pretend to be stupid. What else is there to pretend to be stupid? Is it true what the strange gentleman told you?"

Yang Zifan said affirmatively, "Mr. Wei never lied to me."

As soon as he mentioned Mr. Long Xiaofeng, he was angry and didn't want to have more entanglement with Yang Zifan. He pointed to a cave not far away: "You will live there in the future."

Yang Zifan saw the cave but did not go there. Instead, he asked, "Where do you live?"

Long Xiaofeng said, "I live outside."

"It will catch a cold outside!" Yang Zifan looked very sure: "If you get cold, it will be bad."

Long Xiaofeng couldn't laugh or cry for a moment: "Am I a fairy, can I still catch a cold? Call me Master in the future, and you can do whatever I say, okay?"

"Oh!" Yang Zifan nodded. Long Xiaofeng waved his hand and said, "Go and rest. I only give you one day. You can practice with me tomorrow!"

Yang Zifan obediently walked into the cave and saw that the cave was not very deep. There was a straw mat near the wall, so he lay on it. A pair of eyes were wide open and he couldn't sleep. The appearance of Mr. Strange before he fell into a coma has been emerging in his mind. He simply thought that Mr. Strange was really immortal.

Long Xiaofeng saw clearly outside the cave, sighed, and gently clicked his right hand. Yang Zifan fell asleep with a beautiful vision.

The sun is shining outside the cave, and the sky is blue. The dragon roaring wind closed his eyes and took a long breath. The smell of dirt and the sound of running water are all so familiar.