Chapter 44 Three Old Men

The two men of the Yan family sat in the study, looking at each other, feeling that what happened today was a coincidence. The man who had murderous thoughts on the train for Yueyue turned out to be Yang Tianxing from Tianhai, the boy who made the Zhang family repeatedly embarrassed.

"Qingkuang, this is all the information of that young man. Take a look at it carefully and then find him as much as possible. Before deciding how to deal with it, you must try your best to prevent the situation from expanding. The Zhang family already has people above talking to them." Old Master Yan sighed. Although this seems to be a small matter, if it is not handled properly, it may cause countless troubles. It's a pity that my son, as the commander of the Kyoto Military Region, must bear this responsibility.

Yan Qingkuang finished reading the information with a glance at him and asked in confusion: "Dad, this information is very ordinary, there is nothing special about it. Is he really helpless in the Zhang family?"

"The eldest son of the Zhang family had died just now, and the third grandson became a useless person. It is said that even the military hospital had no choice. The bones all over his body were broken, but he still had a breath. This technique is definitely not something that ordinary people can do. Yesterday, news came again that Lao Jiangtou was dead, and the twelve masters who accompanied him were all dead."

Mr. Yan's words made Yan Qingkuang take a breath. When this young man looked at the photos, he looked elegant and handsome, but he didn't expect that he was a bad star. This cruel killing was extremely cruel.

"Actually, this matter is the Zhang family's fault in the final analysis." Yan Qingkuang said with some displeasure.

Mr. Yan smiled bitterly and said helplessly: "No one knows this, but the dignity of the aristocratic family is so ignored. Not to mention the Zhang family, even any family can't stand it. No one has done such a thing before, but this time there are some exceptions, and they encountered a hard stone."

"Okay, your task is only to control this matter, and you don't need to deal with it. The protagonist is still the Zhang family. This matter was caused by them. I heard that a master of the Dragon Vein was moved, so I really want to see if these old guys have been stable for decades. Are they still as powerful as before?"

"Dad, I understand."

Just as the Yan family and his son were discussing a big event, the protagonist they mentioned had already arrived at the entrance of a very quiet mountain courtyard. This was the outskirts of the capital. Of course, Yang Tianxing was not to see the scenery, but because in the capital, he felt the first time he found this powerful spiritual power.

In his time, there were many places where this kind of spiritual power gathered the essence of heaven and earth. Although it was called a fairyland by ordinary people, it did not require too much effort to find it for those cultivators. But now it is different. All the spiritual energy has been destroyed, and the fluctuations of spiritual power felt at this moment are already considered powerful.

Yang Tianxing didn't even knock on the door, and walked in. It was a wooden bungalow with the smell of an ancient village. In the yard, there were also vegetable fields that he had cultivated, green vegetables and green onions. There was even a cold plum planted on the grass, with white stones as snow as it was, and it had a unique scenery.

An old man carrying his back was waving his hoe and busy in the vegetable field. Even Yang Tianxing's footsteps did not see him turn back, but Yang Tianxing felt that the old man was looking at him, and his eyes followed his footsteps did not fall in a single trace.

Moreover, in this usually simple little Curie, there is even more powerful spiritual power.

After waiting for him to approach, the old man made a voice: "Young man, are you lost? There is nothing you are looking for here."

"The old man is so idle, he farms and eats by himself, and enjoys himself. I really envy your old life." Looking at the home environment, it has been more than a day or two. Such a powerful spiritual master can live in such a dead situation. There is indeed a kind of worldly tranquility that transcends the secular world, at least Yang Tianxing himself cannot do it.

He likes bustling cities and loves flowers. When he wants to come, he will live like a year without women.

"Young people have the vitality of young people. We are all old and have nothing to envy. Meeting is fate. Young people, I have no good things to entertain you. Youth grow vegetables and brewed wine. If you don't mind, you might as well stay for a meal."

The old man spoke casually, but he didn't relax for a moment. He seemed to want to see what was different about this young man with normal shape. Although he was old, his eyes were not blind. Besides, there was a six-mystery maze array around this old residence, which most people couldn't get in.

"That younger generation has disturbed me. There are fewer and fewer places to have a peaceful state of mind. The old man has really found a good place. I'm not polite for this meal." Yang Tianxing laughed, without any intention of being polite.

At this moment, two people slowly walked out of the house. Like the old man who grew vegetables, their hair and beard were all white, as if stained with snow frost. One of them was flowing in Confucian robe, with hands behind them. The other was wearing a Taoist robe and holding a whisk in his hand. It was just that his expression was not touched by a trace of mortal world, as if he was a master of escaping the world. And in Yang Tianxing's perception, among the three, the old man with Confucian robe was the strongest.

"Young friend is really a rare guest when you visit your old residence. I don't know where you are from, who is the disciple of the Taoist fellow?" The old man with a robe smiled warmly on his face, and asked loudly with a whisk.

Yang Tianxing bowed and replied, "I am just a prodigal son, no sect, no teacher or relative. I occasionally walked here, and the spiritual power surged into the sky and was curious to search for it. I really won the three seniors."

In fact, there are still masters, but they are only masters three thousand years ago. Now that they say it, no one will know, so they simply don’t say anything. They just want to try this place full of spiritual power. What kind of masters exist, and they also want to know how far these remaining immortal cultivators in the world are, and they don’t care about the others.

"Is that so, no sect, but I can break through the Six Profound Maze Array set up by us. It's really a talented person in the world!" The Taoist priest obviously disbelief and sighed. The whisk in his hand moved, and his thin five fingers rose. The dust silk of the whisk spread out, dispersing like a stunning snow, covering Yang Tianxing tightly.

Yang Tianxing smiled softly and said, "Senior, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" The emperor's daughter in her body immediately rose, and a colorful light mixed with cold and cold overflowed like a solid body, melting the snow that turned into dust, like a ray of cold wind blowing through, winter passes and spring returns, and the sun shines on the earth again.

Under this power, the whisk was cut off and fell, as if thousands of silks of mortal world were handed over and they entered the monk. The old man with Confucian shirt behind his hands moved slightly, and an invincible and powerful energy was born, and a force like a tornado was generated here. Wherever he went, even the bluestone round table disappeared without a trace.

"Young man, how about my Fengfeng Art?" The old man Ruya has been over 100 years old and has long forgotten his name. Those who know him are called Kuang Ru. They live in seclusion here, with the same thoughts as farmers and Taoists. They have taken a fancy to the spiritual environment of this mountain village and practiced hiddenly, but they did not expect that Yang Tianxing accidentally broke the tranquility.

Yang Tianxing replied, "Seniors have their own fate, how dare I not follow me?" After the words came, the person had lost his trace. When the three of them saw him, he was already sitting at the stone table. The stone table that had just disappeared appeared intact and returned to its original appearance.

The three old men were slightly shocked. Although they did not fight for life and death, after these two trials, they had already discovered that this young man had unfathomable cultivation. The most important thing was that they did not notice his power fluctuations from beginning to end. It seemed that his introverted spiritual power had reached the level of extraordinary saints.

The old farmer finally stood up, smiled with a beard and sighed, "It turns out that the talents of the country have emerged. The three old guys are really old. I didn't expect that such a talented person would appear in the world after not being born for thirty years. Young people, you don't have a master, where do you learn all about it?"

"I would like to ask the three seniors about the secrets of these younger generations. I am curious to pass by and disturb me. Please don't be surprised by the three seniors."

"It is fate to meet. In the past thirty years, except for Old Man Long, you are the only one who can enter this place, and you are also a rare guest. In the past, I really watched the sky by looking at the well. I thought there was no one in the world, but I didn't expect that you would have nurtured a genius like you. If Old Man Long knew you, he would definitely become a sworn brother with you."

The old farmer laughed and looked back at the two old friends, and said, "Crazy Confucianism, old Taoist, we can't stand a young man after a hundred years of practice. It seems that the ancient scroll is not as magical as the legend. We are going to find the path to heaven again."

Yang Tianxing was also shocked when he heard the word "Tian Dao". Unexpectedly, these three old men actually knew about the way of heaven.

I remember that the old ghost master also said before his death that when a practitioner pursues the way of heaven, he is already in a fairyland.
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