Yan Lan took out the spiritual jade slip, probed into his mind, and sent a message of spiritual consciousness seeking to see the immortal on earth.

After a while, an echo came from the psychic jade slip, leading Yan Lan to a small low-lying village northwest of Luoyun City.

"Senior Bu Zhenxian is quite free and easy. He actually lives in a small village. In Luoyun City, there are really all kinds of scenery. One city is almost a country."

Yan Lan calculated with his fingers that this place was more than 100,000 miles away from the Immortal Village. With his current level of cultivation, it would take him more than half an hour to get there, so he had to sacrifice the thundering purple eagle and soar in the sky thousands of miles away, speeding like lightning.

Rushed away.

The flying speed of the Thundering Purple Eagle was two or three times that of Yan Lan. Yan Lan reached his destination in just a few sticks of incense.

Putting away the thundering purple eagle, Yan Lan looked down at the earth and saw only a village in a valley.

There are only about a hundred houses in the village, which means there are more than a hundred families living there.

The village is surrounded by high mountains. Only in the east and west directions, the mountains are slightly gentle. There are two mountain roads that wind around and lead to the outside of the mountains.

At this time, it was already noon, and in the village, smoke was rising from every household, and the sound of pots and pans kept ringing.

Yan Lan looked at this paradise-like place, smiled, and landed quietly. The place where he landed was a dense forest outside the village.

He didn't want to disturb the peace here, just like he didn't want any force to invade his family.

Yan Lan did not activate any spiritual power, but walked like a mortal along the mountain path towards a low house on the edge of the village.

After walking about a thousand feet, Yan Lan had reached the edge of the village. At this time, five or six dogs of different sizes, some with yellow hair and some with black hair, rushed up to him with vigilant faces and barked at him.

Yan Lan saw that all these dogs were wagging their tails, probably half wary and half coming to join in the fun. After all, even dogs rarely see outsiders, so like people, they also have an instinctive curiosity.

Yan Lan always smiled and did not chase away the dogs, letting them bark around him. However, these dogs would not bite anyone close to him, and they would only come within two or three feet of each other at most.

Yan Lan walked all the way. The dogs followed and barked all the way.

The unusual barking of the dog first attracted the children who were playing and rolling on the muddy ground. They all put down their playthings, stood up, touched their heads, and looked at Yan Lan curiously.

Two little boys, brave enough, ran quickly towards Yan Lan. They stared at her from close range for a few times, and then ran back proudly, probably to show off their bravery and audacity to other friends.

There were also several little girls, holding on to their pigtails, looking at Yan Lan curiously and timidly, never looking away for a moment.

After a while, several adults noticed something strange and hurriedly ran out of the house, sweating profusely and holding a spatula in their hands.

Yan Lan found that most of the adults' eyes were curious and not too wary. They did not quickly grab the children and send them into the house and close the door.

It seems that this village has always been peaceful and safe, and nothing dangerous has ever happened.

Therefore, the villagers did not have too strong vigilance in their hearts.

Yan Lan looked at the villagers, nodded towards them with a smile, and expressed her goodwill without reservation.

The villagers also smiled back, and some even waved the spatulas in their hands, indicating that Yan Lan could come to their house for dinner.

Yan Lan sighed slightly and shook his head secretly: "Wherever I go, there will be unrest. This time, I must make an exception. I don't want to, and I have no reason, to destroy the peace and simplicity here."

Under the gaze of adults and children, and surrounded by the barking of more than a dozen dogs, Yan Lan arrived in front of the house where Fu Zhenxian lived on the ground.

Yan Lan looked at the house, which was made of wood and stone, with one living room and two rooms, and a small courtyard on the side of the house.

It is more like a garden than a yard. It is only surrounded by a waist-high wooden fence, and a peach tree is planted inside. Under the peach tree, there is a stone table and four wooden benches.

There is a teapot and teacup on the table, and the teapot is still steaming.

Just as Yan Lan was about to speak, a person walked out of the room. It was Bu Zhenxian on the ground. He shook the rattle in his hand, squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "Not bad, not bad, faster than I expected. Come on, let's have a taste first."

Fragrant tea brewed by my own granddaughter. Cangcang, come out and pour the tea!"

As he spoke, Bu Zhenxian walked towards the garden on the left side of the gate, with a smile on his face.

Yan Lan frowned and said curiously: "Granddaughter? Senior Bu Zhenxian actually has a granddaughter. He actually lives a free and easy life."

Yan Lan smiled and saw a girl walking out of the room. She looked about sixteen or seventeen years old, with long hair tied back, looking neat and tidy. She was wearing a light yellow skirt and robe. She was graceful and slim, with a pretty nose, white skin, and beautiful eyes.

Clear, like deep obsidian, the most eye-catching thing is the playful smile on her little mouth.

The girl flicked her pigtails, looked at Yan Lan with her chin tilted slightly, raised her eyebrows, and said with a smile: "You must be brother Yan Lan. Grandpa has mentioned you to me a long time ago, and he said he didn't call that thing on you...

It seems that the ancient burial compass was robbed, and I feel a little regretful..."

"Cangcang, you..."

After hearing this, the smiling face of Bu Zhenxian on the ground froze in an instant, turned around suddenly, his eyes were as wide as copper bells, then he pouted his mouth and said angrily: "You little girl, it's not easy for you to have a guest.

Don’t save some face for me. I won’t rob my junior’s things, why don’t you come over and make tea.”

Yan Lan looked at the alternating expressions of Bu Zhen Xian's pets and monsters and grinned. It seemed that this little girl named Cang Cang brought a lot of fun to Bu Zhen Xian.

Cangcang covered her mouth with a smile and quickly jumped into small steps. As she walked, she said: "I know, grandpa."

After a while, Cang Cang made tea and called to Yan Lan: "Brother Yan Lan, come and drink tea quickly. I brewed this tea myself. You can be regarded as grandpa's distinguished guest. Others come to visit grandpa.

Grandpa won’t let them drink the tea I brewed.”

Yan Lan smiled. She didn't expect that there was such a way to get this tea. She immediately walked over and sat down on the wooden bench to the right of Bu Zhenxian. She picked up a cup of tea, put it under her nose, smelled it, and then took a sip.

Cang Cang sat opposite Yan Lan, holding his chin in his hands and looking at Yan Lan with a smile.

Yan Lan swallowed the tea and suddenly felt a fragrance lingering from her nose. A fresh and soft comfort quickly spread to her limbs.

"Good tea, really good tea. Miss Cangcang's tea-making skills are comparable to those masters of alchemy and utensil making. No wonder Senior Bu Zhenxian doesn't let you make it for others to drink. Because he is afraid that after others drink it, they will not forget it.

He often runs here and disturbs his old man's peace."

Yan Lan stared at the tea cup in her hand, then raised her head to look at Cang Cang and Bu Zhen Xian, and admired sincerely. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!