The grass grows, orioles fly, and the spring light is bright.

On the outskirts of the capital, there is a breakthrough. The grass is barren and the ruins are covered up. Only a few huge pieces of water-polished bluestone can vaguely see the grand scene of this place.

Right now, a caravan was resting on the slope.

"Old Scarhead, where is this place? It looks like an old ruins."

In the caravan, a muscular young man with dark skin asked.

Old Scartou is the leader of the caravan. He has traveled around the country for more than forty years, and has been to the capital alone countless times. He is quite familiar with the stories and stories of various places.

"This is called Caolong Slope, also known as Lundao Slope. It is said that when Taizu was just a commoner when he was young, he once met a wandering Taoist priest here. He listened to his sermons for ten days and became enlightened, and later he transformed into a real dragon.

"

"After Taizu founded the country, Zen Master Jianyi from Daxue Palace in the north once asked Taizu here, so it gained the reputation of [Lundao Slope]."

The old man took out his dry cigarette, took two puffs, and puffed away the smoke, making the scars on his face look nothing.

"It turns out there are fairy allusions.

"Xiao Jiang, aren't you asking for immortality to seek out the master? Come out and pay your respects. This is the place where Grandfather Taizu attained enlightenment."

In the caravan, bursts of laughter and shouts arose one after another, and the same name was called in unison.

"Coming, coming."

At this moment, the foal neighed, and a young man put down the fodder in his hand, ran over with the wind, and stood at the highest point of the slope, with excitement on his face.

"Where is the place where Taizu became enlightened? Where is it?" Xiao Jiang looked around.

"You stepped on me." The man next to me sneered.

"That's it!?"

Xiao Jiang looked at the desolation and broken arms and ruins, and the excitement on his face gradually faded, replaced by a touch of disappointment.

"Xiao Jiang, don't listen to them. If you want to ask for immortality, there are plenty of places to go in the capital." Old Scar waved his hand and said with a grin.

"It's just that the path of cultivation is too difficult. If you ask me, you should follow me on the caravan. I guarantee you will marry a beautiful girl within three years."

Old Scar looked at Xiao Jiang with a look of admiration on his face.

He met this young man on the way. Old Scar saw that he was alone and young, so he took him with him for a while.

Who would have thought that although this young man is young, he has a lot of strength and works harder than his men.

In today's world, there are not many young people who are so down-to-earth and willing to work.

"Master said that if you want to become powerful, you have to meet more experts." Xiao Jiang showed a simple and honest smile.

This was the first time in his life that he had traveled far away. To him, everything outside seemed extremely new.

"At the feet of the emperor, there is a land of true dragons. There are so many experts in the capital, as many as the sands of the Henghai Sea." Old Scar took a puff of cigarette and grinned softly, appearing to be incomprehensible.

When Xiao Jiang heard this, his eyes lit up.

"Who are the experts?"

"Right now, there is a new nobleman whose reputation has already shocked the world. I heard that even Taoist masters are looking for him."

"Upstart!?"

As soon as these words came out, even the guys in the caravan who were teasing Xiao Jiang couldn't help but prick up their ears.

Although Lao Scartou was a businessman, when he was young, he also visited famous mountains and studied under his masters. He acquired a lot of skills and was quite familiar with things in the spiritual world.

"This new rich man's name is Zhou Dao. He is not very young, but he is already the supervisory envoy of the Demon Control Department."

"Supervisory envoy? What kind of official is this?" someone asked in confusion.

For people of their level, such an official position seems unfamiliar.

"I heard it's bigger than the Fusi."

"What? The Fu Secretary is a high-ranking official in the border area? Is that upstart named Zhou Dao so powerful?"

Everyone was shocked and confused. Although they did not know the name of the special envoy of supervision, the Fu Si was in charge of a Fu Yu Yu Division and controlled more than a dozen cities. He had a high and powerful position. He was a figure that they could not even look at on ordinary days.

"What is this? This Master Xiao Zhou is not only a special envoy of supervision, but also a disciple of one of the nine divine pillars [Sword Pillar]."

"sword……"

All the waiters took a breath of air, their throats squirmed, and they couldn't hide their shock.

For them, no matter how great the official position is, they are still ordinary people.

However, the reputation of the [Nine Divine Pillars] shocks the world, and it kills demons and demons. To mortals, it is a god-like existence.

Many families even enshrine the longevity tablets of the Nine God Pillars and burn incense to worship them day and night.

Since Mr. Xiao Zhou can become a disciple of the Nine Divine Pillars, he must also be a god-like figure.

"He is indeed a powerful character." Everyone sighed.

"This is nothing."

"Isn't this nothing?" Everyone was stunned.

"In the past few days, a piece of news came out in the capital, which shocked the world." Old Scartou lowered his voice and said.

"What's the news?" Everyone held their breath and couldn't help asking.

"It is rumored that Mr. Xiao Zhou is the famous King Yuan."

Old Scar took a long drag on the cigarette and blew it out. His eyes were blurred, but through the lingering smoke, his condensed gaze showed a trace of yearning and longing.

"Prince Yuan!?" Everyone was surprised.

Although these mortals do not know the name of King Yuan, they have heard of the King Yuan Dharma Assembly.

That was a grand event held just in the 33rd year of the Qin Dynasty. Only the strongest could stand out and inherit the title of King Yuan.

Most people don't know, but these guys heard it from Lao Scarhead in their early years.

"Prince Yuan...that was a dream I once had..." Old Scar put away his cigarette and touched the scar on his face, with endless loneliness and sadness in his eyes.

"Old Scarhead, you are remembering the past again, your heroic dream when you were young." Someone saw this and couldn't help joking.

"Whoever is young and has no ambition, once promised to be the best in the world..."

Old Scarhead murmured softly, he raised his hand, and a wisp of blood wrapped around his fingertips, showing the cultivation level of the Sixth Transformation Realm.

When everyone saw this, they couldn't help but be moved.

Strictly speaking, Lao Scartou is also a cultivator and is the backbone of their caravan. A safe journey all depends on Lao Scartou's cultivation.

It is said that when he was young, he abandoned his family and business to seek immortality. He even ignored his newlywed wife's plea to stay and left for three years.

Three years later, when he came back again, he was just in time to eat his child's birthday.

From then on, Lao Scar stared at the halo above his head, losing his energy.

As for the Yuanwang Dharma Conference, it became his eternal dream.

He vaguely remembered that the King of Yuan that year was also named Zhou, and his name was Zhou Xuan.

That year, he once came to the capital and saw it from a distance.

"Xiao Jiang, this Prince Yuan is what you call an expert." Lao Scartou calmed down and said with a smile.

"Prince Yuan..." Xiao Jiang murmured softly, his eyes filled with brilliance.

Seeing this, Lao Scartou grinned and said, "But a person like King Yuan is not someone you can just meet if you want to."

"That's a god-like existence..."

Old Scarhead said with deep emotion.

"A fairy-like existence? Mortals are really ignorant."

At this moment, a burst of sarcastic laughter came from a distance, showing disregard and contempt.

Lao Scar frowned and raised his eyes.

The grass was blown low by the wind, and a man and a woman were walking towards them. They were young, their steps were slow, but their speed was very fast. They were in front of them in the blink of an eye.

"Junior sister, did you hear that? Now the name of King Yuan is getting bigger and bigger, and he is actually regarded as a god." Lan Qian smiled faintly, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

Next to her, Luo Yiyi, who was wearing a purple skirt, also pursed her lips and smiled, showing a bit of ridicule.

"Ordinary people don't know the immortals in the sky, and mistakenly regard clay sculptures as gods." Luo Yiyi chuckled.

"Who are you? You are so loud? Even King Yuan doesn't care about you?" Old Scarhead shouted in a deep voice.

For him, King Yuan is a complex in his heart, a youthful dream that cannot be tainted by others.

The two young people in front of me were really too loud.

"We are disciples of Feixian Palace." Lan Qianyin said proudly.

"Flying Immortal Palace!?"

There was a burst of exclamation from the crowd.
To be continued...