'Definitely...'

A carriage was driving slowly and slowly on the official road. The carriage was not big and could only seat three or four people, but it was pulled by a pair of rare horses.

There were other pedestrians on the official road, and they were all attracted by this special carriage.

There are no luxurious decorations on the carriage, but it has a special texture.

The two horses are not simple, they are tall and strong, their fur is blood red, and they look like the finest brocade under the scorching sun.

The back of the coachman who drove the carriage was straight. Even though he was a coachman, his eyes looked at the passers-by with a sense of arrogance as he looked down on all living beings. The coachmen of the city's dignitaries did not have such a temperament.

The two horses were galloping like flying, and a small town appeared in front of the official road.

"Look, Taoist Master, Khanwan Town is ahead..."

The coachman bowed slightly and spoke to the people in the carriage, his expression unconsciously more respectful.

"Stop the car."

A dull voice came from the carriage.

The groom responded and gently pulled the reins. The two horses raised their front hooves at the same time, stomped hard on the ground, and stopped steadily together with the carriage in an instant. The body of the carriage did not shake at all, which made passersby widen their eyes.

The car door opened and a Taoist priest walked out, squinting and looking at the town ahead.

The coachman smiled with a smile on his face and waited carefully. He followed the Taoist priest's gaze and felt secretly strange in his heart.

This man looked like an expert at first glance, and for some reason he came to this humble town.

He only found the place after specifically asking for directions.

The Taoist nodded slightly, threw a small bag to the driver, and said, "Go back."

The driver opened his pocket and said with a cheerful smile, "Hey! Taoist priest, please go slowly. I am at Sanqi Island all the year round. I will need it in the future. You can just say hello."

Knowing the temperament of such a master, the coachman did not hesitate, and did not dare to ask any more questions. He immediately turned around and rode back.

After walking for a while, when they reached a deserted area, the coachman flicked his wrist and cracked his riding whip. Instead of swinging it on the two horses, a cloud of mist dispersed, and the horses and carriage gradually faded away.

The fur on the ribs of the two horses trembled, they opened a pair of bloody wings, flapped slightly, flew off the ground, walked on the clouds, as fast as an eagle, and disappeared out of the sky in an instant.

The Taoist who just got out of the car was naturally Qin Sang.

He strolled into the town of Khanwan, listened to the hawking along the street, and felt the fireworks in the world.

After the Tianmu Die succeeded in overcoming the tribulation, Qin Sang first helped Taiyi control the Thunder Altar, and then passed the sword to Yulang. He calculated that time was almost up, so he chose a good time to set off.

On this trip, Qin Sang took Guihou and Luohou with him. On the day of departure, the people seeing him off were Taiyi, Yulang, Lingxi and Hongmei Yao, the core disciples of Qingyang Temple, and the only outsider was Gu Yunsou.

The identity Qin Sang deliberately created for Guyunsou was that he was a descendant of a large force traveling abroad, so there was no need to hide it, and it was more credible to be honest.

To the outside world, he announced that he would stay in seclusion for a long time, practice hard, and never care about worldly affairs.

When Master Yue sent the yellow leaf token, he kindly reminded Qin Sang of some unsafe places on the road leading to Jitian Peak.

Qin Sang avoided these places, and although he took some long detours, he had a smooth journey and arrived at Jitian Peak.

The Immortal Cultivation World of Jitian Peak is similar to Yuedu Bay. They are both Cultivation Worlds with a huge island as the center and countless small islands in the surrounding vast sea area.

However, when local monks talk about Jitian Peak, they are referring to a mountain peak.

This peak is the highest peak on the island. Legend has it that it reaches nine days high and is unfathomably high. The mountain is even more majestic.

The reason for this legend is that the largest power here, Jitian Palace, occupies the top of the mountain and is majestic and mysterious.

What is different from the Yuedu Bay Immortal Cultivation World is that the top sects here are all gathered in one place. The mountain gates are all built on Jitian Peak. Countless sects are arranged along the mountain, so you can't see them when you look up.

This shows how majestic Jitian Peak is. The east side of the island, which occupies more than 30% of the island, can be regarded as the base of Jitian Peak.

This place gathers the beauty of the entire island, with mountain ridges stacked up layer by layer, forming a towering force, and solitary peaks reaching straight into the sky.

The Void Refining monks also don't have the ability to make such a big change. I wonder if it is the handiwork of the Fusion monks. It may be the miraculous workmanship of nature.

The unique terrain creates this pattern.

After landing on the island, Qin Sang did not go to Jitian Peak. Instead, he rented a Pegasus car and ordered the driver to find a place called Hanwan Town.

Mr. Hong lives in this mortal town.

Passing through the town, the hustle and bustle gradually faded away. There was a mountain to the north of the town. The other party did not deliberately cover it. Qin Sang could detect the aura of the formation from a distance. This mountain was definitely a treasure.

Qin Sang walked to the foot of the mountain and saw a village at the foot of the mountain. A few wisps of smoke curled up, and he couldn't help but think of Qipai Village and the days of seclusion in Qingyang Temple.

After bypassing the village, a path in the forest led to the foot of the mountain. The winding path led to a quiet place. Qin Sang soon saw a small courtyard with a fence.

Next to the clear spring, there are three thatched huts. There is a garden in the courtyard, filled with various kinds of flowers.

An old farmer was tending to the garden, squatting on the ground with his hands full of soil.

Several children were playing in the garden.

Qin Sang slapped his head through the fence, "May I ask who you are, Mr. Hong?"

The old farmer raised his head, squinted his eyes and looked at Qin Sang for a while, casually patted the dirt on his clothes and hands, stood up and said, "Is it Taoist Master Qingfeng?"

"It's Pindao," Qin Sang looked at those children, they were all mortals.

"Okay, there are guests at Grandpa Hong's house. It's time for you to go back to eat. You will be scolded by your parents again later." Mr. Hong clapped his hands, broke off a few flowers, and gave one to each of them.

The children lined up to take the flowers and waved goodbye obediently, "Goodbye, Grandpa Hong."

"Taoist Master, please come in."

Mr. Hong invited Qin Sang in and asked, "It will take ten years for Canjin City to arrive. Can Taoist Master wait?"

Qin Sang replied, "You can wait."

Mr. Hong nodded and asked again: "This place is rough, can the Taoist priest tolerate it?"

"If the mountain is not high, it will be famous if there are immortals. If the water is not deep, it will be spiritual if there is a dragon. How can it be so shameless?"

Qin Sang smiled slightly and asked.

"Haha, the Taoist priest is also a wonderful person," Mr. Hong laughed and raised his finger to the mountain. "The houses and caves on the mountain are all ownerless things. The Taoist priest can choose a place to rest at will."

Qin Sang thanked him and followed Master Yue's reminder not to ask any other questions.

But after entering the small courtyard, I couldn't help but look at the garden more.

There is a high probability that Mr. Hong is also a master of alchemy. I am afraid that every flower raised by such a person is a rare treasure in the world.

But the garden is full of earthly flowers.

Before he came in, he thought it was some kind of brilliant formation that even he couldn't see through. After he came in, he was sure that these flowers were really ordinary flowers, and even included the most common wild flowers in the fields.

This Mr. Hong has a deep and obscure aura, so he must be an expert. Could it be that he is also entering the mortal world?

Perhaps Qin Sang's answer made Mr. Hong feel good. Noticing Qin Sang's gaze, Mr. Hong took the initiative to explain: "After walking far, when I look back, these mortal plants are not as delicate as spiritual flowers and spiritual grass."

, I can do whatever I want, which is quite interesting..."

He pointed to a rice flower next to the garden and said, "It is said that there is a dispute between Mahayana and Hinayana outside. The Taoist priest thinks that if I cultivate a kind of good rice and solve the world's hunger, can I be conferred as a farmer saint?"

"No wonder the rice around Khanwan Town is growing particularly well."

Qin Sang said firmly, "Sir, if you can really do it, you will definitely be canonized, and it will be a saint for all races!"

But I was thinking in my heart, it seems that the so-called Mahayana path does not lie in calling yourself king and ancestor.

If we can really walk through these "paths", one thing is certain, the great power will care about the people and benefit the world, and it will bring about earth-shaking changes to the world.

The question is whether it can work.

"So what if you can be made a saint? Can you and I become immortals in one step?" Mr. Hong shook his head, waved his sleeves, and a trail appeared behind the thatched cottage, signaling Qin Sang to go up the mountain on his own.

Seeing that Mr. Hong had no desire to talk in depth, Qin Sang was unwilling to say more. He randomly picked a cave in the mountain, set up a formation, and meditated behind closed doors.

Look inside the sea of ​​qi.

It is already the twentieth year after the tribulation, and Tianmu Butterfly is still sleeping soundly with no sign of waking up.

However, it can be felt that Tianmu Butterfly's aura is gradually becoming calmer, presumably because it is digesting the power of thunder in the body.

After checking it, Qin Sang continued his practice.

From now on, he will focus on improving his cultivation, but he still needs to understand the Four Symbols Sword Formation.

Especially the Southern Vermilion Bird Sword Formation, after it is perfected, the four elephants can act as the second, and its power cannot be underestimated.

Every time he understood the sword formation, Qin Sang would wake up the Suzaku and ask for its help, and this time was no exception.

"Have you met Mr. Hong?" Suzaku woke up and immediately asked impatiently.

Qin Sang hummed.

"Finally, I can see the real world! After all the changes, I wonder what the world has become," Suzaku sighed, his tone full of vicissitudes, like an old man who has gone through countless years.

Qin Sang squinted, "Do you remember the past?"

"No!"

Suzaku was confident and said back, "It's not all your fault for being too slow!"

After breaking through the divine transformation stage, Suzaku's cultivation level began to improve rapidly again, and he is now not far from the late stage of divine transformation.
To be continued...