After leaving Yaoguang City, Lin Huang traveled through space, and he didn't know where he was walking.
At your feet are mountains stretching for thousands of miles.
If you can see thousands of miles away, you can see the city in the distance.
Lin Huang was holding a dead leaf in his hand. He caught the dead leaf when it left the branch.
Walking on the thousands miles of Mianshan.
He had all kinds of turbulent thoughts in his heart.
So upset that he doesn't even know what to think about?
Become stronger?
How to guard this world?
Revered by all eternity.
The more Lin Huang thought about it...the more he had no answer in his heart.
Because he still has not understood that if the end of life is death, then what is the meaning of all the efforts and struggles in this life?
Everything will eventually return to dust!
So what is the significance of the evil tribe’s invasion of Cangqiong Continent?
Even though the evil tribe has a long life, they will eventually grow old and die.
And after death... he will be reincarnated and go through a painful life again?
There is no way to escape the wilderness.
At this moment, he seemed to understand why the Buddhist Kingdom of Xitian is one of the four ancient tribes in the mainland and has been passed down for countless years. Although the Buddha he met was not many serious monks.
Lin Huang crushed the dead leaves in his hands and walked with one foot deep and one foot shallow.
For a moment, Lin Huang did not expect that a random question of his would actually pull him into an endless abyss, and even the pursuit of power faded away.
But he also understands...
This is a hurdle he must overcome, otherwise it will become his obsession.
one day.
Two days.
Ten days.
One month.
…
Lin Huang slowly walked out of the Wanli Mountains and headed towards the ancient city beyond the mountains.
He still hasn't figured out the previous question.
"call!"
Under the city gate, Lin Huang took a long breath, temporarily suppressed all his thoughts, and slowly walked into the ancient city.
The more times like this, the less he can be anxious.
Thinking about it slowly, he has a chance...
There was peace in the city.
Lin Huang walked on the street and looked at the shouting vendors around him. They were full of market atmosphere, which made him rub his face twice and reveal a smile.
It seems that there is a feeling of returning to the Great Xia Dynasty.
Without the majesty of martial arts, without the excitement of legend, it seems...this is life.
Lin Huang packed up his clothes and sat next to a noodle stall. He ordered seven taels of beef, a bowl of Yangchun noodles, and three taels of wine.
He was sitting by the street, turning around and looking at all kinds of people on the street, waiting for a meal.
This side of the street is like a food street, with various delicacies being pushed out from carts. It looks very tempting... but the air after the smell of many delicacies is mixed is not very good.
On the other side, there are two rows of street stalls.
Those stall owners are big and rough, and they don't look like good birds.
But it was as if their souls had been sucked out of them, and they lay lifeless in the sun, either lying down or lying down.
Lin Huang walked to a stall with interest and squatted down.
The stall is not big, but it is quite dazzling, with all kinds of strange and weird things.
A broken chess piece with an ancient text engraved on it.
A bronze tripod covered in mottled rust.
The beautiful cup reflects the seven colors in the sun and is worth a lot at first sight.
There are also ancient books that are either incomplete here or missing a corner there.
"Don't touch it if you don't buy it, these are treasures!"
When Lin Huang was about to pick up the bronze tripod, the stall owner snorted abruptly.
The stall owner was lying on a chair, with a round figure, green dragon tattoos on both arms, and a fleshy face. At first glance, he was not a serious guy.
Lin Huang smiled and withdrew his hand in embarrassment.
"Then how do you sell this?"
Lin Huang pointed at the bronze tripod and asked.
The middle-aged stall owner barely glanced at Lin Huang, then covered his face with his hat and fell asleep, "One hundred thousand spiritual stones!"
The smile on Lin Huang's face suddenly froze, "This is too expensive!"
The middle-aged stall owner didn't reply, but just gave a cold snort, as if he was mocking Lin Huang for his blindness to gold and jade.
"Ten thousand won't do!"
Lin Huang said.
"good!"
The middle-aged man said simply.
Lin Huang's eyes suddenly widened... How careless!
"I was joking!"
Lin Huang stood up and prepared to leave.
"This treasure was dug out from the Heavenly Palace... Although I don't know what it does, it must be valuable!"
Lin Huang turned his head in surprise, not because he was surprised by the value of the bronze tripod.
But... Qiongcang Immortal Mansion?
"I still don't want it... I only brought tens of millions of spiritual stones with me when I went out this time, so I can't spend them randomly!"
Lin Huang said in a very revealing manner.
The middle-aged stall owner didn't reply.
It wasn't until Lin Huang left that the middle-aged man stood up and looked at Lin Huang who was back at the noodle stall, "Where did this stupid roe deer come from again!"
Lin Huang didn't even eat two mouthfuls of noodles.
Suddenly a little old man climbed up next to the table.
The clothes are simple and look a little dirty.
His hair was also messy. He looked at Lin Huang with a smile on his somewhat dirty face, but he accidentally revealed the defect of having no front teeth.
The little old man grabbed a bamboo pole with one hand and stretched his other hand towards Lin Huang.
Lin Huang frowned.
He looked at his bowl, then shook his head, "This bowl belongs to the store, I can't give it to you! And this bowl is more beautiful, and you won't make much money by taking it!"
The little old man was still laughing. He took out a broken piece of tortoise shell from his arms and stretched it out to Lin Huang again. "Young Master, I'll trade this with you!"
Lin Huang glanced at the tortoise shell and then shook his head.
"There is magic in this!"
The little old man continued: "As long as you learn one of these spells, you can go to heaven and escape from the earth. From then on, you can transcend the world and see the immortals!"
"No, this bowl is not worthy!"
Lin Huang shook his head.
"Young master, you can exchange it for spiritual stones... but with only three million spiritual stones, you can achieve immortality!"
That little old man revealed his true nature as a black-hearted profiteer.
"I only have tens of millions of spiritual stones, so I can't spend them randomly!"
Lin Huang once again shook his head in awe.
"You don't want immortality either?"
The little old man stared at Lin Huang in surprise, and seemed to feel sorry for Lin Huang the next second.
"In this case, why don't the old man practice his own cultivation to achieve immortality and soar to the sky ninety thousand miles away? This is the old man's opportunity, and the boy dare not covet it!"
"No...you covet it twice!"
The old man shook his head firmly.
Lin Huang coughed twice. The people here talked very interestingly.
Seeing that Lin Huang was not easy to deceive, the little old man suddenly shook his head...
I saw him lightly stomping his bamboo stick twice, and his whole aura suddenly changed. There was no trace of the dregs or the slightest trace of old and dishonest eyes before. Instead, he had white hair, white eyebrows, white clothes, and white beard.
Lin Huang was a little shocked.
What a damn immortal spirit.
"Yu Yangzi, the seventh real person in the old Changchun Cave, saw that my little friend has a strong three courts, a full divine court, and a strange skeleton. He is a unique talent for cultivating immortals. He must have unparalleled spiritual roots!"
"I wonder if my little friend would like to enter my Changchun cave and attain immortality!"
Lin Huang ate the noodles and ignored the old god.
It’s very embarrassing when the old immortal pestle is there...