After Qin Muran followed Qin Weiguo to leave the barracks, he changed into regular clothes and drove away from the barracks.

"Grandpa, where are you going to take me?"

Qin Muran sat in the car and looked at Qin Weiguo beside him and asked.

From the conversation between him and Long Tianzheng just now, Qin Muran felt something was wrong, as if he had seen someone who they were not very willing to mention.

"Don't ask, you'll know when you're here."

Qin Weiguo still said mysteriously.

Since Qin Weiguo said that, Qin Muran could only look at the scenery outside the window along the way and no longer speak.

The car drove rapidly towards the outskirts of the capital. After about an hour, the speed gradually slowed down.

Before they knew it, they had entered the mountainous areas of the capital.

The forests here are dense and quiet. It is now deep winter, so there is not too much bird singing, but Qin Muran can imagine the magnificent scene when spring comes, hundreds of birds are singing together.

"Is the person grandpa who wants to take him to meet is here?"

Qin Muran suddenly felt curious.

In today's fast pace of the times, the one who can stick to his original heart and live in seclusion here is definitely a paradise.

No wonder even Long Tianzheng and grandfather are very secretive about him. Such a person must have his own uniqueness.

It’s not another existence that is as powerful as Lao Bude!

Qin Muran didn't know why, but this idea suddenly came to his mind.

If it is really an existence as powerful as Lao Buddy, then what did grandpa bring him to do? Could it be that he was a disciple?

Because it is sparsely populated here, the road is very difficult to walk on. There is only a rugged road. There is no way, so the car can only park next to a small road.

"Just ahead, let's walk over!"

Qin Weiguo got out of the car, pointed to the small house vaguely visible in front of him, and said.

"Grandpa, where is this place? The scenery is pretty good."

Qin Muran looked around and sighed.

"Cuiping Mountain!"

"Look at the surroundings, there are forests and mountains, hiding the sky and sun, like a natural barrier, so I call him Cuiping Mountain."

Qin Weiguo pointed to the surrounding woods and explained to Qin Muran.

"It's really true. I have to admire the magical skills of nature, which cannot be achieved by human power."

Qin Muran sighed.

"Let's go! You'll know who you want to meet in a while!"

Qin Weiguo said that, he followed the small path and followed Qin Muran closely followed.

Although this small house is not far away, when they really got up, even Qin Muran felt a little trouble, not to mention Qin Weiguo, who was over 60 years old, crystal beads of sweat had already oozed out of his forehead.

"Grandpa, do you want to have a rest?"

Qin Muran noticed the strangeness of Qin Weiguo and asked with some concern.

"It's okay, it's almost here, just hold on!"

Qin Weiguo wiped the sweat beads on his forehead and said.

"Grandpa, if you feel uncomfortable, tell me."

Qin Muran was still a little worried.

"Haha, with you, a miracle doctor who is better than the three major miracle doctors, I'm still worried about something unexpected? Let's go!"

Qin Weiguo smiled and continued to walk forward.

They looked at the small house not far away and walked for an hour before they arrived in front of the house.

When he walked in, Qin Muran noticed this little house.

The simple thatched house has fences around it, and vegetables and some fruit trees are planted in the fence. Curling smoke from the cooking stove comes from behind the thatched house. It is very light, but there is a very frequent sound.

"Mr. Nangong."

Qin Weiguo knocked on the wood door and shouted inside.

"The door is not locked, come in!"

A powerful and full of energy came from the thatched hut.

"Crack..."

Qin Weiguo pushed open the wood door and walked in with Qin Muran.

Following the path paved with bluestone bricks, they walked into the thatched hut.

In the thatched hut, there was only an old man in a long robe sitting on a small wooden stool. In front of him, firewood was burning. A pot was mounted on the firewood, and tea leaves were placed in the pot, while the old man was constantly stir-frying tea leaves with his hands.

"Mr. Nangong."

Qin Weiguo saw the old man and said solemnly again.

"Old Qin, you have a lot of trouble every day, why do you come to me as a remote countryside today?"

Nangong Zheng did not stop his work just because of Qin Weiguo's arrival, and did not even raise his head, and still looked at the fried tea leaves in his hand with all his concentration.

"I'm here to talk to you about the past!"

Qin Weiguo said with a smile on his face.

"Reminiscing the past? I don't think it looks like it! Who is this little guy? Your guard?"

Qin Muran has never made any sound since entering the door, but Nangong Zheng can clearly sense himself and know that he is not old. One sentence made Qin Muran's heart tremble. This person is a master!

You know, Qin Muran's cultivation level has reached the middle stage of the transformation of spirit. If he wants to hide, it will be difficult to find him unless his strength is higher than him. He deliberately restrained his breath just now, but unexpectedly, he was discovered by Nangong Zheng.

"No, he is my grandson, Qin Muran."

Qin Weiguo introduced the next road.

"Murran, this is Mr. Nangong, Nangong Zheng, come and see you."

"Boy Qin Muran, pay homage to Senior Nangong Zheng!"

Qin Muran is polite.

"Haha, Lao Qin, your grandson is pretty good. His strength has reached the middle stage of Huajin at such a young age. Your Qin family has produced dragons!"

Nangong Zheng smiled and just glanced at Qin Muran, he could see Qin Muran's true realm, which made Qin Muran not shocked.

"Mr. Nangong, you are joking. He is still young and needs to be tempered."

It is rare that Qin Weiguo was not proud in front of Nangong Zheng because he knew the strength of the old man in front of him. If it weren't for the old god, he would probably be the best in the world.

When I think of the scenes back then, I still feel chilling when I think of them, especially when Nangong Zheng took action, just a sword light was filled with sword light, and the sword energy was like a firework blooming. A sword light appeared in the sky, as if it was creating the world. If I stared at the sword light, it would be as if I was going to blind my eyes.

That sword directly killed a million troops into broken limbs and broken arms. One person and one sword made all millions of troops destroyed. It is estimated that only Nangong Zheng had such domineering aura that looked down on the world.

That decisive battle was largely due to Nangong Zheng's move, which made a substantial change. Nangong Zheng was too strong and showed his sharpness, and no one dared to face his sharpness.

"Haha, you have good talent and solid foundation, and you are a good material."

Nangong Zheng said lightly and continued to stir-fry the tea in his hand.

"You came today, the tea leaves are almost ready to be fried. Come and try how they taste."
Chapter completed!